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#IVE NEVER DRAWN PURITY BEFRE WAH.. SILLY GIRL INDEED#pov the girl giving you a massive headache with magical girls pvp comes up to you and does this (Order)#LET HER BE SILLY.. LET HER BE RAMBUNCTIOUS#myart#my art#friend oc#oc#purity
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either way / no doubt
a/n: either way and no doubt by Odie Leigh have been on repeat currently and I relate to them so heavily so I word vomited on a Google docs. its a little rushed but oh well LMAO (I'm also always writing with a plus sized reader in mind)
cw: over thinker fem!reader, autistic coded reader, not knowing how to enter into a first serious relationship, kind lover boy!Eddie, no use of y/n
wc: 2.1k
It is the beginning of Spring when she meets Eddie Munson. Genuinely meets him, not just sees him around town and wonders what it’s like to be in his orbit. Working at the local diner, she sees him and his group of friends often. She’s served them a couple times, and they’re always respectful - albeit rambunctious. They tip well, stack their dishes for the busboys to clear, wave to her on the way out.
It’s the day Eddie comes in by himself that marks it as different, new. He sits in her section of the diner, glances her way and then averts his gaze when she meets it. That’s odd, but she doesn’t think much else of it. Not until the end of his meal - consisting of a solitary cup of coffee and a slice of apple pie - does he stop her when she checks to see if he needs anything.
He asks if she’d want to hang out sometime, and she laughs - a forced exhale of nerves. He asks why she’s laughing, and she doesn’t know what to say. After a few moments of awkward silence, she relents and shrugs. What would we do? He says anything she wants. What if she doesn’t know what she wants to do? He says they’ll figure it out together.
They end up sitting in the back of Eddie’s van, the open doors facing Lover’s Lake. She’s fidgety, and stumbling over her words. He keeps staring at her when she talks and she’s not used to anybody doing this much work to stay focused on her and what she has to say, especially because she’s not saying much of substance. He asks her so many questions, and mundane ones at that. How are classes at the community college? What’s your major? She answers as best she can.
The feeling of someone looking at her makes her skin crawl. She doesn’t know what to do with her hands, she’s uncomfortably aware of the position of her nose on her face, which seems incredibly silly, and then she’s thinking about just how silly that is when he asks her if she’s alright.
“Sorry?”
“I was just asking if you felt alright. It looked like you went away for a second there,” Eddie ducks his head down to catch her line of sight. Eye contact has always been difficult for her, but this is different - warm - like sunshine. “I know I’m not the most exciting person to talk to, but I hope you’re having a good time. I enjoy talking to you.”
“I’m here, sorry. I like talking to you too.”
“You don’t have to apologize, it’s okay.”
“Sorry. Oh-” She sucks in a breath and places her hand over her mouth, eyes wide at the realization of her mistake. He giggles, a sweet boyish sound, and it warms his face. She thinks she could love that face, if he let her. If she knew how. She laughs too, despite herself. “It’s a bad habit. I really have to stop apologizing so much.”
He’s still smiling when he says it’s okay, he understands.
Later, when he drops her off at her apartment, the sun has gone down. The ride he’d offered her is relatively quiet. It’s a strange thing, to see the way someone adjusts themself around you. The usual loud heavy metal is absent here. The fast driving and sharp turns are traded in for complying with the speed limit, graceful steering and soft brakes. When he looks at her, she directs her gaze out the window - when she looks at him, he is focused on the road.
He stops her as she takes off her seatbelt and goes to open the door, jumping out of his own and running around the front of the van to open it for her. She leads him to her front door, and he asks if he can see her again, if he can have her number. She nods, and rummages around her purse for a few frantic seconds before finding her waitress notepad and pen. When she rips the page out that she’s written her number on and hands it to him, he clutches it to his chest and smiles.
“I’ll call you when I get home, if that’s okay. Just to let you know I made it back safely.”
“And if I want to keep talking to you?”
“We can talk for as long as you want to.”
“Okay.”
Eddie walks backwards for a few seconds, keeping his eyes locked on hers, paper still against his heart. By the time he’s made it back to his van, he lifts a hand up for a short wave goodbye, and turns to face the vehicle.
Now or never.
“Eddie?” In true Munson fashion, he whips around completely at the sound of her calling out to him.
“Yeah, sweets?”
“I just wanted to tell you I had a really nice time with you today. I can’t wait for you to call me later.” She tucks her hair behind her ears, needing to do something with her hands to offset the nausea brought about by her impulsive vulnerability. He smiles wider, if that’s even possible.
“I’m glad you had a good time. I’ve been wanting to ask you out forever, Gareth and the guys kept busting my balls about it. I promise I’ll call when I get home.”
She nods, her eyes tracking his steps as he makes it to his car. She watches him drive off. It feels so strange, this immediate wanting him to come back, wanting him to come inside and crawl into her brain. To know her fully. It scares her in a way she’s incredibly unused to. When she can’t hear the music blasting from his speakers anymore, she makes her way inside and slumps against the door for a few seconds.
He does call when he gets home, and they talk until the sun rises.
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They spend the next few days talking on the phone. It’s easier like this, she thinks. She doesn’t have to worry about the way she looks when she’s thinking of something to say. She doesn’t have to avoid his white hot gaze, the way she can feel it trail over her face when she’s speaking. If he notices how much more she opens up to him when they’re not actively sitting next to each other, he doesn’t mention it.
When they’re not on the phone, he clings to her brainspace like moss on a tree. She can’t stop thinking about him, to the point she’s worried she’s obsessing over something that isn’t there. He’d said he had a good time, he said he enjoyed talking to her, so why does it keep bothering her so much? He feels safe. He does feel safe, but she’s not used to conversations with no expectations. No guise, no hidden agenda. If he notices the way she starts to pull away due to her overthinking, her sentences shorter and stunted, he doesn’t mention it. He carries on as usual, calling her to talk about what he’d done that day. It makes her smile.
When he asks, unprompted, if he can see her again, she says yes.
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They go to the lake again. It is an early March morning, the last tendrils of Winter still grasping desperately for some kind of recognition against early Spring. He brings a blanket and hot cocoa for both of them, and she feels it in her chest - warm and sweet and chocolatey, like his eyes. It’s easier this time, talking to him. She spends less time worried about her posture and cadence - more time really listening to him speak and trying her hardest to maintain eye contact.
The early morning breeze makes ripples on the otherwise still surface of the water. It’s so beautiful. He’s so beautiful. He’s so expressive when he speaks. She used to think he was careless, jumping on tables and riling up the people he knew didn’t like him. Seeing him up close like this, she realizes it’s kind of the opposite. It’s careful, planned, the way he uses his hands, his eyes. Even when he’s talking about a book he's read a million times, she feels like she's there among the scenery and characters he describes. It’s entirely captivating. She wants to be more like him. Carefully carefree.
She’s never done this kind of thing - the relationship kind of thing. If that’s what this is, she has no idea how to traverse this new terrain. She can’t find her footing, she doesn’t know what the formula is, what the proper way to go about it looks like. She doesn’t think about sounding weird when she asks:
“What are we doing?”
Eddie pauses mid sip, brings the cup back down to his lap.
“Currently? Or like, with our lives?” He chuffs out a little laugh. Not in a teasing way, though it's hard for her to differentiate. “Because currently, from my perspective at least, I’m sitting in my van with a pretty girl talking about our favorite books. What I’m doing with my life is something a lot of people, including me, would really like to know.”
Levity, she recognizes.
“Sorry if it's a weird question, I just…” She trails off, breaking eye contact, looking at her hands in her lap. He scoots forward a bit, the side of his thigh touching hers as their legs dangle off the back of the van. He doesn’t push her to say anything, doesn’t acknowledge the unneeded apology, doesn’t fill the silence with his own voice. He just waits, patiently. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen him sit this still.
“I really like you, and I really like talking to you. I’ve never done anything like this,” She uses her pointer finger to gesture between the two of them, drawing a connecting line between their bodies, “I don’t know how to, if that makes sense. I’m not really a lot of people’s type, I guess.”
“Hey, look at me,” Eddie sets the cup down next to him and very gently takes her hand, locks their fingers together. When she raises her eyes to meet his, he continues. “There’s no rush, I mean it. You set the pace here, okay? I like you, like a lot. If all you wanna do is sit here and talk, I’m totally fine with that. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, sweets.”
“What if you find out how weird I am and decide you don’t want to talk to me anymore?”
At this, Eddie relinquishes his grip on her hand, hops down from the lip of the back of the van, and stands in front of her.
“Y’know who you’re talking to?” two thumbs pointed towards himself - eyebrows raised, mouth quirked in a goofy grin, “King of the freaks, misfits, and ne'er do wells. I don’t think you could scare me off, but you’re certainly welcome to try.”
“So just… be myself?” She scrunches her face up - the idea of being genuine is almost totally foreign to her.
“Be yourself!”
“Ew. Yeah, alright, fine.” She sighs in resignation and shrugs a shoulder. Doesn’t think about how convincing he is, or how willing she was to drop some of her defenses. Carefully carefree. She can do it.
They share a laugh, finishing their luke-warm cocoa together and talking until the sun is high in the sky and the temperature rises too high for them to ignore any longer. This time, the drive home is less quiet. She meets his gaze when he looks over at her from the driver’s seat, she hums along to the sound of the radio, it's nice. Comfortable.
Just like last time, Eddie hastens to run around the van and open her door for her. He extends a hand to help her down and out, and they stay connected on the short journey to her apartment’s front door. Eddie watches while she digs the keys out of her purse, unlocking the door and leading the both of them inside for a drink. He kicks his shoes off by the welcome mat, and they look like they belong there.
It is the beginning of Spring when Eddie Munson permanently plants himself in her life, a steadfast source of comfort and nourishment. It is hard for her, and it takes longer than most for her to truly open up. To show him all the nooks and crannies of her mind. He takes it all in stride - her overthinking, her quirks and neuroses. He shows her that it is entirely impossible to trust someone enough to take part in the watering and flowering - that it's not a weight she has to hold alone. She can bloom.
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#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fic#eddie munson my beloved#eddie munson imagine#stranger things fic#stranger things imagine#it is possible to be mentally ill and be in a healthy relationship#it's rotten work#not to me#not if its you#sio writes
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~~Delightfully inspired by being at home~~
Bakugou Katsuki is an only child.
No siblings - because one gremlin spawn is enough to take care of.
All of Katsuki’s cousins are older than him.
Katsuki IS the baby of the family. . .
Which is why when he meet you, and then proceeded to meet your family, he was in a total culture shock.
You’re one of the oldest kids in your family.
When the two of you arrived to your families summertime reunion he was absolutely flabbergasted.
Once you stepped into the house you were gone in a flash!
I mean he expected as much since you lived so far away now and had such a good working relationship with your family. But he didn’t expect for you to DISAPPEAR ON HIM.
To be swallowed by a hoarde of similiar-faced relatives all shouting about how you’ve been!!
the L/N genes were strong apparently . . . you really all do look alike, huh.
Bakugou had barely stepped into the house, your luggage’s still in hand, before becoming an obstacle for children. One of your little cousins actually barrelling into his muscular thigh with a little “oof” and “sorry mister! hey! wait for me!”
Before bounding out the wide open front door to chase their playmates back around to the backyard, and then through the entire house again . . . as children are often prone to do.
Now, Bakugou tried to find you amoungst the little gaggle of children and sometimes teenagers that blew around his ankles, as they giggled and shouted and whooped as they weaved their way around him.
at least let him find you, or one of your parents or siblings, so they can tell him which room you’d be staying in.
he’d meet them on several occasions before and secretly reveled in watching watching you and your siblings engage throughout the few visits and events he’s been invited on.
All these other people and rambunctious kids he wasn’t all too sure about . . .
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now Y/N was having the time of her life relaxing and catching up with her family
Her boyfriend, Katsuki, was not finding this relaxing.
Bakugou Katsuki felt totally out of his element: a fish out of water. Or rather, an explosive man in water.
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his ruby eyes would snap open most mornings, at some inhumane hour from some early bird kids stomping around and giggling in hushed tones (not so hushed in his opinion) as they moved down the hallway and past your door.
And Bakugou would squint his eyes into the blackness; the void. And stare at where the door was supposed to be until they passed and burrowed his face back against your perfectly sloped shoulder and slept until some kid was send by the older folks to slam open the door and wake you up.
Bakugou absolutely couldn’t fathom this part of the routine. He absolutely hated it.
You however only ever seemed a touch miffled. And always informed the tiny correspondent with a playful pat on the head that you and him were now awake and would join the rest of them downstairs.
. . . but eventually the little cousins would soon come running around the side of the bed to make sure he was awake too. . . and Bakugou couldn’t help but turn, pick the kid up, and playfully wrestle the flailing and giggling kid on the bed into submission, and they revealed the menu for breakfast.
And they would giggle and dart out of the room so fast saying, “Y/N’s awake! And her boyfriends Bakugou’s awake! He wants extra eggs!”
And it definitely wasn’t his idea of relaxing playing UNO with about 10 players every other evening. And constantly hearing you and the older kids and adults all explaining what color card the youngest one needs to put down.
Or GO-FISH for that matter!
Since apparently that silly game of chance seems to be the only one every age group can play without explaining the rules. What’s the point of a game of guessing who’s got what card? Especially when he never even gets close to winning. (Yes, he was terrible at it.)
Your family even plays for second to last place, and lo and behold he’s somehow duking it out with a 9 yr old now.
And Katsuki Bakugou definitely doesn’t enjoy participating in the family water balloon fights, or watching and dodging the stray streams from squirt guns fights as he stands at the grill with all the other men, or chasing down the muddy dog in the house, or the epic made-believe quests.
And you definitely believe him when you pass him walking through the house on morning after finishing the dishes in company with a fairy princess, pirate, and a mermaid “but-she’s-got-legs-right-now-cause-she’s-on-land.” as he walks about wearing an eye-patch on his face and a tutu around his arm
And he’s no longer “not in his element” by the end of the trip when he takes his turn to make breakfast for the whole family.
Going upstairs himself to wake up the little ones and the grumbling teens. Making sure to let you sleep in and it’s a pleasant surprise when you make your way downstairs a little later to see him manning the kitchen.
everybody sat down or standing around as they chow down. And you get greeted with a swift kiss to your temple and grumbled “g’morning.”
your mom chirping up, “Katsuki’s made your favorite sweetpea!”
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And you’re pleasantly surprised once again as Bakugou joins you in on the last day of your visit.
Finally stepping foot into the mattress/sleeping bag kingdom that’s set up in your house.
He comes in to find you sitting at the front of the room waving your hands across the air as you engage in the last saga of this thrilling interactive bedtime story you’ve been narrating the whole trip. And Bakugou walks in and tosses all the fallen blankets back over peoples beds.
Shuffling himself underneath a blanket he’s just rescued and making himself comfortable as he squeezes in next to the teens.
And it’s at some part in your story that he furrows his brow and opens his mouth muttering something to the two adolescents squished beside him.
His arms crossed across his chest as a dinosaur stuffed animal rests, precariously balanced, on his broad shoulders because, “you need a stuffie for Y/Ns storytime”
and the three of them wave their hands and signal for you to pause and Bakugou grumbles out “- hold on babe, who is this dragon prince character anyway?”
And all the kids erupt in laughter shouting, “YOU, YOU SILLY BOYFRIEND.”
and his mouth is agape.
And you simply shrug, “well duh ‘tsuki. who else? Now where we’re we?
Right so then the Dragon Prince, the Swordsman, and the Dashing Runaway Prince of the Kingdom decided that they . . .”
#bakugou headcanons#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugou#bakugou x reader#bakugou fluff#bakugou drabble#katsuki bakugo imagine#this actually turned out way better than I thought#I’m shocked lol like it just fits him so well#anyone else relate?#He’s definitely won the approval of everyone I’d say 😂#The Fantasy AU is actually just Y/Ns marvelous make-believe stories in my head!!#Oh! PS - yes the tutu is stuck around his forearm bc his bicep is too beefy!
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Let's Dance
Summary: Y/N and Angus at a frat party. Shenanigans ensue.
Word Count: 4k
MDNI because of directions this will go in the future.
Authors Note: This will probably start a wee series of college age Angus and Y/N having some classic college adventures. Also was really hard to figure out what fraternity I don't HATE based on irl experiences. DU is fine but on god fuck Delta Chi and fuck SNU. That's all <3 hope you enjoy. (also I said I'd get this out today and I still got 30 minutes to spare! go me)
Down the hall you heard your friend, Abby, shriek as another girl cackled at her misfortune. You simply shook your head at yourself and continued to try and get the perfect curl in your hair without burning it all off in the process. It was the second Friday of the Fall term which meant the honorable men of Delta Upsilon invited your, and many other, sororities to their house for their yearly toga party. It was how they properly introduced their newest men to everyone. You had found a pale yellow sheet in the bottom of your suitcase that you definitely hadn’t been saving just for this occasion, even since you heard about it last year. You weren’t one for attention, especially from fraternity brothers, but so what, you wanted to look good if you were going to look silly at the same time.
“Y/N please you’ve been in there for an hour, let’s go,” Abby whined through the door following it with some demonic scraping from her nails. You laughed and set your curling iron down, deciding this would just have to be good enough. You opened the door to see her nearly tumble in after leaning on the door to wait for you.
“Oh come on it wasn’t that long,” you laughed as you gently pushed her arm.
“You’re right it’s actually been five hours. For fucks sake all the cute boys will be gone by the time we get there!” she groaned, throwing her hand against her forehead dramatically. You scoffed and rolled your eyes as you walked into your room to grab your bag and coat.
“They’re frat brothers, you aren’t missing out I promise,” you mutter as you throw your keys and lipgloss into your bag. You hesitate before admittedly throwing a condom into your bag, trying to do so out of view of Abby before she crucified you for just calling the boys unworthy.
“But Jake was so nice to me during football season last week,” Abby continued as she flopped onto your bed.
“What were you wearing?” you asked, putting your arms carefully into your coat to try and avoid running your perfect knots keeping the sheet up and over you.
“My cheerleading uniform but I hardly see how that’s relevant,” she answered, raising an eyebrow as she lifted her head. You zipped up your jacket and shrugged.
“ ‘M just saying there may have been some ulterior motives,”. She threw a pillow from your bed at you which you laughed at and dodged before it thunked to the floor. “Alright sleepyhead let’s go I hear we’re late,” you said as you turned out the door. She quickly jumped up and trailed close behind you.
Abby was a year younger than you, it was her first year in college and you had been trying to keep a close, but not too close eye on her. There were certain mistakes everyone in college had to make once, just to learn how to be a human, but there were other ones you figured you could save her from. One of these being, frat boys.
You two walked down the cold Boston suburban-esque street, her bouncing off the sidewalk beside you listing off everyone she’d gotten to know this week. You could only nod and laugh as you tried to figure out how she wasn’t freezing. It was a Friday night so you could hear music and shouts coming from several of the houses you passed, but it wasn’t until you got to Greek row it got real rambunctious. Even outside of the Sigma Tau Epsilon house, a large horde of white toga-ed folks were forming. Part of you just wanted to scurry back home and call it a night, but you knew once you were a few drinks in you’d warm up to the idea of socializing. It was just going to be a grin-and-bear-it situation until then. Before you could even track her down, Abby had started talking to a tall blonde guy who was certainly a fifth year. You grabbed her wrist and dragged her away from him.
“At least talk to someone reasonable for your age,” you chided her.
“Oh come on mom,” she whined, but happily followed you dragging her inside. Inside was thick with the waft of alcohol, cigarettes, weed, and BO. As expected of course. You dragged her inside and threw your bag into a safe looking corner and draped your coat over it. People didn’t usually take shit unless it looked valuable.
“Okay- you ready for this?” you asked, turning to your bright-eyed and optimistic friend. She eagerly nodded. You couldn’t help but smile at her. You were in her shoes only a year ago. The two of you wander into the kitchen area to try and steal some drinks from the coolers before any of the boys could catch you. You tossed your friend a Coor’s and cracked open your own before weaving between the robed frat boys and girls to try and nudge your way to the basement where the music was thumping from. It was Marvin Gaye incredibly, and impressively loud.
You start to make your way down the stairs before you realized Abby wasn’t trailing behind you. Your head snapped back and found her somehow talking to the Jake boy. How she did that was beyond you, but you did have to admit Jake wasn’t terrible looking. At least if she was going to be infatuated he was going to be cute. Her hand touched his bicep as she laughed at his joke, making eye contact with you and shooting you a wink. Okay, she was fine. You raised your drink in silent cheers before continuing down the stairs.
If upstairs was hot, the basement was hellish. You could feel the speakers in your bones as everyone stood dancing and gyrating around each other in the middle of the basement. Maybe it was good it was a toga party, less clothes to stink up the place. Most of the girls seemed to at least figure to wear a bra underneath. Others seemed to be a little less fortunate as they tried to cover themselves and retie their sheets. You find yourself pressed up to the side of the basement, enjoying the coolness of the wall, albeit fleeting. You nodded your head to the music as you sipped the beer. It wasn’t great, but it would get the job done to get your guard down a little.
“Hey,”.
You nearly jump out of your skin as the new presence beside you scares the living shit out of you. Even though it was a crowded basement, someone standing specifically besides you really snapped you out of your wallflower state. You nearly spit out your beer but manage to keep it in as a last ditch at saving grace.
You’re glad you did as you look over to see who so rudely scared you. He was tall with a disheveled and sweaty mess of curly brown hair that stuck to his forehead and the side of his face. Precariously perched on top of the nest of hair was a wreath of (spray painted) gold laurels, an attempt to stick to the theme with the white bed sheet that hung off his lanky frame. He was looking down at you with a smirk plastered to the left corner of his face. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he laughed with a raspy-esque voice, no doubt from yelling over music. He didn’t look like the other frat boys you were so used to.
“ ‘S alright,” you say as you instinctively tuck some of your loose hair behind your ear as a nervous habit, looking up at him. He leaned against the wall and cocked his head to the side.
“What’s your name?” he asked. You felt your stomach flip again, cursing the fact that you were just so critical of Abby falling head over heels in a single conversation. It was something about him that wasn’t like other frat boys you’d met. He wasn’t groping you or slurring his words. He was startlingly present. He also looked like a pipe cleaner compared to the jocks that usually joined greek life. It intrigued you.
“Y/N, what about you?” you answered, leaning forward on your heels a little. You could blame the noise. He nodded, and kept staring into your eyes, like he was analyzing everything about you.
“Angus,” he said, leaning his head forward a little. Definitely because of the noise. “Do we have Greco Literature together?” he asked, “ you look insanely familiar”. You felt your face heat up a little as you realized you totally did have class with him, and had just never noticed him.
“At 10:00am? With Dr. Moreland?” you asked as you copied him and leaned against the wall on your side now. He nodded, his eyes not leaving you.
“Really interesting stuff huh?” he said. You couldn’t tell if he was joking and you raised an eyebrow before he laughed. “I’m fucking with you, that man teaches with a stick up his ass,”. You chuckled as you took another sip of your drink before offering Angus some. He took a long swig before handing it back to you.
“What the hell man you drank it all,” you fakely scoffed as you felt how light the can was now. He grinned mischievously,
“Don’t act like you didn’t steal that from here,” he said as he returned your raised eyebrow. You couldn’t help but bite the inside of your lip as he looked at you like that. Maybe you had a weakness for brown eyes.
“You DU’s are all the same,” you said, intrigued to see how he’d react. His face didn’t move an inch.
“Generalizations? Really? You seemed so smart for a sorority girl,” he remarked, pouting his lips. You opened your mouth to protest before realizing he was pulling your leg. You hit his arm instead.
“You’re just waiting for this all to become an orgy down here with all these bed sheets,” you said, leaning in again, looking up at Angus through your eyelashes.
“It’s not gonna be an orgy, it’s a toga party,” he said, drawing out the words, moving his head only to a few inches from yours, that fucking know it all smirk back on his face. “Yours looks nice though,” he added on, as he held some of the fabric between his long fingers. You tried not to overthink it.
“Thank you. I came to last years and learned my lesson,” you said as you heard another scream from a poor girl losing their top. He laughed as he turned towards the scream.
“So you’re a sophomore huh?” he asked, turning his attention back to you.
“Don’t tell me you’re a freshman,” you said, faking that you were aghast at the idea. He rolled his eyes at your dramatics.
“Yeah, but only because my prep school wouldn’t let me graduate on time. I’m 20 next month,” he explained, obviously not wanting to get anything misunderstood. As long as he wasn’t 18 you’d be able to be at peace with yourself. He opened his mouth to add something before one of his frat brothers grabbed him and quickly whispered something in his ear, you awkwardly looked back to the mass of dancing limbs, trying not to notice Angus watching you as he listened to his friend. He firmly punched his friend in the side as he laughed off nearly tripping over his own feet, but not without leaving Angus with a bottle of Double Diamond which he somehow expertly struck against the wall to pop the cap off of. You kept how impressed you were on the inside as you watched him quickly try to consume all the beer before it foamed out the top. You tried not to watch his Adam’s apple bob as he somehow drank it all in one go. Was it weird if you said you were impressed and slightly turned on by it?
The piano of Louie Louie distracted you. Angus gingerly set the bottle on the ground and grabbed your hand.
“Dance with me?” he asked, cheeks rosy from chugging the beer. You couldn’t help but nod and smile as he pulled you into the crowd. Before you tumbled to the floor at the pull he placed a hand on your hip to steady you before quickly removing it. He mouthed the word sorry to you. God dammit could he try to be unlikable.
You laughed as you began to move your body in rhythm with the music, raising your arms above your head both for effect and also because there was simply no space. You felt Angus’s hands return to your hips as he moved in sync with you, but kept his distance away from you still. It only was until after the song and you draped your arms around the back of his neck and moved yourself closer so you were pressed up against each other. He looked down at you again with that smirk but it didn’t seem judgemental this time.
“You dance with all the girls like this?” you said/shouted into his ears, on your toes to reach his ear.
“Only the ones I like,” he said back into your ear, shivers running down your spine feeling his breath. You laughed and blushed as you tilted your head back so you were looking right up at him. You hand behind his neck ruffled his hair which admittedly did feel sweaty and sticky at this point, but you were over it.
“I like your hair,” you said-shout, still feeling confident and oddly optimistic about this one. He smiled and carefully wound the golden crown that was now flaking off gold specks, out of his hair and placed it gently on top of your head. He looked down at you like you were the only person in the basement and lifted his hand to hold your chin before making eye contact with you for a second. “Are you really a frat brother?” you asked/shouted, locking eyes with him. The familiar mischievous look was back in his eyes as he bit his bottom lip and shook his head no.
“Hope that’s not a dealbreaker,” he said with a flitting wink, leaning closer. You closed the space between you two and sloppily pushed your lips together. Angus’s hands moved to hold both sides of your face as you two continued to kiss in the middle of everything around you. You could taste the beer on his tongue and lips as you continued to push yourself closer against him, feeling him getting hard between you and the bedsheet.
You pulled back for air and couldn’t help but sheepishly laugh as you laid your head on his chest. You felt his hands holding the middle and small of your back as he looked over the crowd, using his height.
“Care to move this elsewhere Y/N, I think my secret’s getting out,” he said into your ear as he tightened his grip around your waist. You can only nod as he grabs your hand and slightly ducks as he tries to blend in with the rest of the crowd. You hold onto the crown with your other hand as you continue laughing, it only getting drowned out by the music. Angus throws a look over his shoulder before speeding his way up the stairs, taking two at a time which causes him to nearly drag you up the stairs as you can’t keep up.
“Y/N?” Abby yells at you from the kitchen, now sitting on the counter with now a swarm of frat boys to her sides talking to her. They all turn to stare at you and Angus.
“Who the hell are you?” one of them yells at Angus as he starts to move. Without a moment wait Angus pulls you again out of the kitchen starting to pick up the pace.
“Get home safe Abby!” you shouted over your shoulder as you followed after Angus, his hand squeezing yours as he navigated the cramped hallway full of couples making out at this point. “I need my bag!” you shouted to Angus as you tried to move towards the living room.
“For God’s sake woman,” he huffed as he looked back at you, letting your hand go so you could run to grab your stuff. Nearly stumbling into a pile of vomit you reach over and grab your coat and bag before rushing back to Angus who is anxiously checking for any peeved frat boys. You shuffle your coat on as he pushes you out the door hearing the kitchen erupt in, “where the fuck did he go?”. The lawn has substantially cleared out by now and the two of you hurry down the steps hand-in-hand again and pick up the pace again as you hear the door slam open.
“YOU’VE BOTH BEEN BLACKLISTED FROM DELTA UPSILON! DON’T EVEN THINK OF COMING BACK YOU LITTLE FREAK,” one of the frat boys yell to you two as you stand across the road on the other side of the street. Instinctively you chuckle again as you wrap your arms around Angus’s side as he places an arm over you and delivers a swift middle finger back to the house.
“Wouldn’t have even wanted to!” he shouted back, “oh fuck okay I think we should run now,” he quickly added as he saw more frat boys start forming in the doorway, once again grabbing your hand and quickly walking down the block to try and put some distance between you all. Once you’re about a block away he finally slows down and you’re able to keep pace with him. He drapes and arm around you and pulls you closer to him. You slide an arm around the back of his waist.
“So what’s the truth? Is your name even Angus?” you asked, looking up at him. He snorted and glanced over at you.
“That’s the truth. The only thing that wasn’t the truth is me being in a fraternity. Seems stupid to me, but y’know-” he trailed off trying to think of the right word, “I can see some of the benefits,” he said as he pulled you a little closer. You sarcastically rolled your eyes, with a grin on your face.
“You just snuck in?” you asked. That took some balls. He coolly shrugged and rolled his head back to look up at the unimpressive overcast night sky.
“Everyone knows about the toga party, all you have to do is dress the part and act like one of em’. Most of ‘em are too drunk to realize they don’t know you,” he explained, using his free hand to gesture into the air. He paused and turned you towards him in the middle of an empty road before pressing his lips against yours to which you hummed happily against his.
“What was that for?” you asked once you two pulled back. He shrugged and looked back to the road, resuming his hold around your shoulder.
“Making sure you’re real,” he said, as if it was obvious. You could’ve melted right on the spot, but your legs were so tired at this point in your shoes you knew you would’ve never stood up. Your face heated up though as you leaned your head against the side of his chest.
“Do you know what way you’re walking?” you asked once you regained your senses.
“No clue,” he admitted without breaking stride.
“I’m in Tri Delta. Walk me back home,” you say to which he dutifully nods. The rest of the walk back to your sorority house consists mostly of you two talking about how terrible your class that you share is and how you promise to sit by each other to keep each other awake. The two of you leaning into each other, bed sheets still wrapped around in loosening knots. Eventually you both stop outside of your sorority house. Angus turns you so you’re facing him and places a hand on each of your shoulders.
“I can’t come in I suppose can I?” he asks. You shake your head no.
“No boys in the rooms,” you say.
“Figures. It’s how you keep these looking so…nice,” he says, looking at your house.
“I also don’t just go sleeping around with anyone,” you add, pointing into his chest with your index finger.
“But I’m not just anyone Y/N, we’re accomplices now, we’re wanted criminals, we’re-” he continues as he gently shakes your shoulders to prove his point, but you cut him off with a kiss before pulling back. He drops his hands and moves to put them in coat pockets he realizes he doesn’t have. He folds his arms instead. “Can I take you out for coffee on Monday? After class?” he asks, finally sounding genuine for the first time tonight, his voice finally sounding earnest. You scrunch up your face as you put a hand to your chin acting like you’re giving it immense thought. “Oh come on, that was a fun night, imagine what we can do when we aren’t in bed sheets,” he says to which you slap his arm at. “Not like that you perv oh my god I just mean-” he stammers over his words realizing his mistake.
“Angus, I’d love to,” you answer before the poor boy runs out of words. You quickly give him a kiss on his cheek before turning to go inside your house. Before you take another step he grabs your waist and spins you back into his lips as you throw your arms back behind his neck, deepening the kiss, feeling his tongue meet with yours.
“I can’t believe you’re just leaving me with that,” he grumbles as you step apart.
“Hush you horn dog,” you say as you shoo him off, “I’ll see you Monday, get home safe,”. He stretches his arms above his head as he prepares for his walk back.
“Fineeee,” he dramatically sighs, “now get inside so I can leave,”. You chuckle and turn away to the door before waving as you step inside. He waves back and starts walking down the street as you close the door behind you.
At least he wasn’t really a frat boy.
A/N : don’t worry, Jake walks Abby home and lets her wear his coat
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SSR Trey Clover - Platinum Jacket Vignette
"Happy 100th Anniversary"
[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]
Trey: It's pretty fascinating how all these anecdotes that I grew up with are displayed on all these paintings.
Trey: Just as I'd expect from an art museum that's reaching it's 100th year.
Trey: Oh hey, this painting… It has some card soldiers on it. Heh, I feel like I can understand these guys a little bit.
???: Oh, right, all you Heartslabyul guys do the same kind of thing, don't you?
Leona: What's even the point of painting the roses a different color? As someone who cares not an ounce about flowers, I don't get it at all.
Trey: Hey now, Leona, don't say that. It's not done for any specific reason, it's just one of the laws of our dorm.
Trey: Also, I don't really think the card soldiers changed the colors of the roses just for a change of scenery, though.
Trey: They say that the Queen they served loved red roses. They were probably just trying to please her, right?
Trey: But still… painting the roses, huh. I remember there was a bit of trouble with that when I first enrolled here.
Leona: Oho? What kind of trouble could the super pacifist Trey Clover possibly cause?
Trey: It wasn't any big deal. When we were first years, Cater and I were responsible for painting the roses, you see…
Trey: And we mistakenly painted some roses white when they were supposed to be red. That's really it.
Trey: Well, to be fair, the mistake wasn't really our fault, but the fault of our upperclassmen who told us the wrong thing.
Trey: But when the mistake was discovered and the Housewarden at the time asked who caused it… Those upperclassmen placed the blame squarely on our shoulders.
Trey: As punishment, Cater and I were made to leave the dorm for a whole day. That really grinded my gears.
Leona: You say that, but you got some stupid grin on your face. You don't look too angry about it.
Trey: Well, yeah… That'd be because Cater and I put together a plan to get them back.
Leona: So you two schemed something up, huh. You might look gentle and mild-mannered, but I guess there's a reason the Dark Mirror called you.
Trey: We didn't do anything that crazy. I just changed the flavor of those upperclassmen's cake to something a little more invigorating at the next dorm party.
Trey: See, it wasn't anything more than just a silly kid's prank, right? …Well, I had a bit of a hard time after that, though.
Trey: A HARD TIME CONCEALING MY LAUGHTER AS THOSE UPPERCLASSMEN CRIED ABOUT HOW SPICY IT WAS, THAT IS.
Leona: Hahah, how terrifying.
Leona: Well, Cater is one thing… But I see that even someone like you, who's stuck always pacifying that hot-headed Riddle, had an incident like that.
Trey: I mean, isn't that how all the new first years here are like? They're all mischief-makers and rambunctious.
Trey: Even our current first years are way too excitable and are always causing problems, so I sure wasn't an exception.
Trey: Eventually, they'll get used to this school and their dorm, get underclassmen of their own, and even find rivals in other dormitories…
Trey: And step by step, they'll mature into good card soldiers. At least, our Heartslabyul students will.
Trey: Just like we all did.
[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]
Trey: This painting is, let's see… a depiction of "the fairies gifting magic in celebration of the birth of a princess in a certain country."
Trey: The princess herself isn't drawn, but I'm sure she's in the bed that these ladies are peering into.
Trey: But is this actually the scene where they are gifting their presents…? It just looks to me like they're chattering away aimlessly…
Leona: Maybe it's just as you say? They look to me like a bunch of carefree types.
Trey: I'd refute that, but… Well, it's hard to know what actually is true in the stories passed down, I guess.
Trey: Speaking of birthday celebrations and fairies…
Trey: Have you ever heard of the saying that "fairies are born from the laughter of children," Leona?
Leona: Sounds like a tall tale for kids. Never heard of that in my country.
Trey: It's actually a pretty popular myth in the Queendom of Roses.
Trey: Back home, whenever a child is born, that family would bake cakes and gift them to everyone they knew.
Trey: The cupcakes made then are called "fairy cakes," as a nod to that tale.
Leona: Fairy cakes, huh. I can taste the sickly-sweet flavor on my tongue just from the name alone.
Trey: Hahaha… Shoulda known you of all people wouldn't say there was a bit of romanticism in that.
Trey: But that takes me back. I remember when my sister was born, I helped my parents bake a cake, too.
Trey: I was only 4 years old, and didn't really know how to make anything yet, but I did what I could to help.
Trey: We set out the finished cake on a table in our yard, and ate it with family and our neighbors…
Trey: That cake we ate then under the blue sky tasted even better than any other cake I'd ever had.
Trey: And on top of that, all the adults were praising me, saying how "amazing" and "well done" my cake was…
Leona: Can't think there'd be any adult who'd tell a 4-year-old that the cake they made was terrible, though.
Trey: Yeah, absolutely. In fact, when I went back and looked at the pictures of the cake I made back then, it was actually pretty terrible.
Trey: But I took those compliments to heart.
Trey: Because yeah, after that day, I would join them in the kitchen to help bake cakes.
Trey: But truthfully, I would make a mess of the flour just trying to make one layer of the sponge for the cakes, or snag a taste of a few of the cut fruits here and there...
Trey: I'm sure I was a huge bother for my parents, who were trying to work.
Leona: How adorable. You got all excited just from a little flattery. Sounds completely different than the way you are now.
Trey: Please, kids are all like that. Especially me, I was the type that would even climb trees just from the slightest dare.
Trey: I'm really not any different now, either. I'm completely different from you, Leona. I'm just a plain and simple guy.
[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]
Leona: Seems like this is a painting of when the Sorcerer of the Sands got a hold of the magic lamp.
Trey: So, this is the legendary magic lamp, hm. It's a lot smaller than I was expecting… It looks like a teapot made for only one person.
Leona: You know… That kind of response really only shows how shallow your thoughts are. Is that all that comes to mind when you look at a painting showing a scene from that very famous tale?
Leona: This was the lamp that he went through so much and finally got his hands on. Even someone like him, who embodied the spirit of deliberation, might be drowning in absolute elation in this very moment―
Leona: …Or whatever. Anyway, you should read more from this painting than just the size of the lamp, is all.
Trey: Ahaha… I'm just no good at interpreting the actual story behind the art, just from looking at the painting.
Trey: But, based on what you just said, it makes it sound like even someone as great as him, who's left his mark on history, has a human side, huh.
Leona: Even the greats were just people… Although from I remember, he wasn't a human in the end, but a genie.
Trey: That's right, he became a genie in order to overcome the limitation and weakness of a human body. He certainly dreamed big.
Trey: Overcoming weaknesses, huh… If only I could have done that, just as the Sorcerer of the Sands did.
Leona: Huh? Why're you just gazing off into the distance all a sudden?
Trey: Oh, I was just thinking back to how I've recently been running myself ragged trying to overcome this one food I dislike.
Leona: If you don't like it, then just don't eat it. Is it really anything to really overcome?
Trey: Of course it is. Like see, you know how all of the sandwiches and meat dishes in the cafeteria come already covered in that one condiment?
Trey: …I'm talking about mustard. It's tedious for both me and the chef when I have to ask each time for them to remove it, you know?
Trey: Sure, there's a lot of different ways to hide the taste, but I feel it's rude to the chef to change the flavor of something they so painstakingly made.
Trey: That's why I tried so many different ways to overcome my dislike of it, hoping that it would solve everything.
Trey: Every time I made my own dinner in my dorm, I'd add mustard to every dish…
Trey: For about one week or so, I made sure to eat at least one dish each day with mustard in it.
Trey: IN THE END, I EVEN TRIED PUTTING IT IN THE CAKE.
Leona: Well, you sure created a strange, new cake there. So, was it even edible?
Trey: I didn't eat it, so I don't know. My dormmates stopped me, so I wasn't able to actually add it to the cake.
Trey: And so, when they stopped me there, I finally came to a realization.
Trey: If I still can't eat it after all this effort, I should just give up. It isn't something that's going to have a huge impact on my life, after all.
Leona: Hah, took you a while.
Trey: Hahaha… I thought so too.
Trey: Seems like I'm the type where once I start something, I get a little wrapped up in it… This incident really got me reflecting on that habit.
Trey: But hey, thanks to all of that, I can at least eat mustard if it's just there for a bit of flavoring.
Leona: Well, good for you, then. All that continuous mustard eating turned out to be not completely pointless.
Leona: Anyway… All that talk made me thirsty. I'm takin' a break from all this. Bye.
Trey: Okay, see you. …Never thought I'd see the day that Leona would even hold a conversation with me like this. I wonder if it'll rain candy tomorrow or something.
Trey: Alright, next I think I'll go check out one of the paintings of the Great Seven I haven't seen yet… Ooh wait, this one―
Trey: Whenever I see this painting, I always think of "that guy." He's got the same kind of hard-to-read expression on his face.
Trey: I remember back in the day where I'd play along with his pranks and we'd cause a little bit of mischief for people who asked us for directions on the street.
Trey: "Which way ought you go from here? Well, that depends a good deal on where you want to get to!" ―And the like.
Requested by Anonymous.
#twisted wonderland#twst#trey clover#leona kingscholar#twst trey#twst leona#twst translation#twst birthday#mention: cater#mention: riddle#mention: che'nya
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I just think a lot about Ifrit and how she’s a survivor, and she’s silly and rambunctious and vivacious but she is also incredibly responsible and attentive when the situation calls for it. Talking about how she planned to apply to become an elite operator once she turned eighteen? Because of course she would. She idolizes Silence for her compassion and straightforward logic and she idolizes Saria for her strength and loyalty. She has her own ruthless streak that makes her, I imagine, a pretty terrifying enemy in battle even beyond her sarkaz fire magic.
I think about how little Ifrit was concerned with Parvis in Lone Trail. I still don’t know how I feel about that. Vengeance has been on her mind a while, even if Silence needed her in the moment I think she would have been a bit more concerned about the monster that made her. Rosmontis got her confrontation with Loken after all. Maybe Ifrit has healed. Maybe she never let herself heal. Maybe there was more at stake and she shoved her own feelings to the side.
I don’t really have a point to make. She’s a sick kid. She knows she’s on borrowed time. She’s gonna go down kicking and screaming anyway.
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hello my dear friends welcome to the horseimagebarn weekly recap where every week i respond to all the cool tags asks comments and such things i received in the past week
i shall begin our recap with a request as i am planning to rework my tagging system for the horse emotions and i need your help to think of good ones here are the tags i have so far
joy - for happiness
whimsy - for the positive oddities and love of life
cursed - this is cursed
lament - for sadness
anger - self explanatory
sloth - laziness and comfort
love - horses that are in love
friendship - horse and some other being or beings displaying friendship
indulgence - indulging in food water alcohol drugs etc
intelligence - doing tasks that display intelligence such as human tasks
small - small or young horses
NEW! evil - evilness and villainy
NEW! unusual - this is unusual
NEW! vehemence - upset or disgust
NEW! styling - for all the well dressed horses
NEW! nonhorse - there is a nonhorse entity in the image
NEW! cute - i think this horse is cute
NEW! aquatics - the horse is in the water
NEW! regular - a regular and uncontroversial image of a horse
NEW! silly - the horse is acting in a rambunctious or goofy manner
NEW! greatest hits - my favorite horse images or the most successful ones on the tumblr platform
please let me know your feedback on this matter as these tags exist to aid you in your navigation of my blogs archive
anyway let us move onto our recap
this is the truest damn thing ive ever heard
i appreciate this compliment greatly my friend i am a massive fan of the beat poets ginsberg especially though he may be a basic choice is one of my biggest inspirations when it comes to shorter form writing i am deeply touched by your comparison
welcome to tumblr my friend i hope you have a wonderful time here i am touched to have had such an effect on you as to motivate you to make an account
hello friends i do not and never will accept ai generated images for this account i do my best to give every image i find a decent sized gander in an attempt to prevent ai images from being posted this account is dedicated to enjoying the true and real nature of horses and i feel that appreciation does not extend to fake horses that are an amalgamation of pictures of real life horses it feels unnatural and wrong to me to post fake horses
i quite like draft breeds i think they are beautiful and i love horses with thicker builds however i truly believe all horses are majestic and impressive creatures deserving of love and i do enjoy all of them
i would watch it i love horse media its so funny i myself think often of writing an adult animated television show about horses
i search pretty much everywhere you could think of and i type nonsensical phrases with horses in them until something of value is revealed to me it is a valiant hunt
im afraid i have never read any of his work do you recommend it
this is very good i love when people draw the horses you have much skill
thank you my friend i am always pleased to see your tags on my posts my girlfriend and i are indeed happily frolicking every day with joy and excitement in our hearts i showed her this and she said that was indeed us so your image choosing was accurate take heart in that for you have horse posted the horse poster
red dead redemption 2 is a very good horse game i enjoy it greatly my horses were named isabella and trophy and felt and wet blanket and i loved them very much
shoutout skippy
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Gooooood day to you wonderful author! I hope you’re having a swell time and that those pesky wasps called negativity are swatted and shooed away. I’ve scrolled your work and have thoroughly enjoyed your stories and thoughts, so maybe if you would be so kind as to hear me out, I’d gladly pay you a penny for my thoughts!
The TADC work is brilliant, and thus I had an idea! What if this rambunctious crew, met a their S/O who is rather cartoony in nature and take to the world of the circus rather well, being bouncy, stretchy and all around a ball of joy as they embrace this toon power they’ve been given.
The idea came to me when I was fiddling with a sticky hand, whilst rewatching the pilot, and thought how amusing it would be to see someone embrace these looney toon abilities.
TADC cast x cartoony!reader !
yahoo i now have some down time to take a crack at requests today! im making gingerbread cookies, peppermint macarons w/ white chocolate ganache, and double chocolate macarons! all for a friend as a christmas gift! yahoo!! waiting for the first bath of macarons to dry out before baking; cant do both since i only have one decent sized pan that can pit my silicone mat without it bending... bent macarons..... thinks
also dullahan by worthikids has me in a death grip rn so im playing that on loop while i tackle these requests i am going to go insane!
CAINE:
oh this man fully embraces it... in fact he even encourages it, i think! i mean caine himself is pretty whacky and cartoony, it only makes sense thats hes going to really enjoy you. i think his approval may lead to you being a little more rowdy than you normally would be with anyone else... likes to use IHAs to see how far your funny physics can go... bonus if you get those little... emote things when you're feeling an emotion particularly strongly (ex. hearts for adoration, the red vein for anger or annoyance, the blue line things to express sadness or disgust and the like. stuff like that idk i just think that would be neat). you guys get outright silly with it, totally funky, completely strange you know? whimsical, even! plus i like to think that caine has a touch more "cartoon physics" than the others but thats just admin being silly
POMNI:
obligatory "pomni is put off by it at first thanks to her being new and having to adjust to the physics of this new digital world.... well adjust to the digital world as a whole" so without a doubt, shes going to look mildly uncomfortable or confused when you just fully embrace to funky cartoon physics of the world. in fact it even looks like your physics are even more cartoony than everyone else's... odd.... i think it would take her some time to get used to it, but she wouldnt try to be rude about it or make you feel bad for her surprise discomfort, you know? doesnt like when your rambunctiousness makes you a little reckless, though, but thats just her care for you showing! you can be a little overwhelming for her, sometimes, by being all... bouncing off the walls... literally and physically... communication is key here if you guys want a decent relationship; be it romantic or platonic
RAGATHA:
for the most part she loves you for who you are, and your randomness and shenanigans do put a smile on her face more often than not. she just finds you so endearing, and finds your funky physics to be just as cute! buuuuut.... sometimes you can get overwhelming... ragatha already has so much on her plate, with being this beacon of optimism for herself and others, the IHAs, having to make sure no one is at each others throats.. i mean i know we only have the pilot to work off thus far but ragatha gives me mediator vibes. so getting back on topic, i do think that sometimes she needs to be firm and let you know to tone it down, or to let her have a moment to herself because the last thing she wants to do is make you feel bad if she gets too irritated... holds
JAX:
another obligatory thing but you can stretch and squash hes going to try to find a way to tie that in with a prank or one of his jokes. now if youre teaming up with him or the one being pranked really depends on how jax feels; because i think even his "partner in crime" wouldnt be immune to his bullshit. but consider, given the readers personality, what if theyre a little bit of a prankster themselves and they utilize their extra bounciness for pranks; effectively starting a prank war with jax. like imagine the chaos that would spew from something like that. i could go on a tangent for that, but the admin has a pea brain rn TToTT
has probably crushed you down into a ball shape and used you as a bowling ball. throws you. au where reader is in the circus but theyre the bowling ball jax throws at kinger
KINGER:
honestly he might mistake you for an npc at first and be wary of getting close to you because... well you arent real... except you are..! it takes him a while to realize that, he didnt know someone as whacky as you could exist, and hes been here for a long while! that said when you guys do befriend each other. please try to tone down any recklessness that may come with your rambunctiousness, this poor old man is already stressing out enough about things...! dont give him a heart attack,..! though i guess the bonus of having funky whacky body physics is that you give good hugs and/or cuddles since you can easily and comfortably wrap yourself around the other person.... ponders... so you know what, at least hes comforted via that
ZOOBLE:
easily irritated so you guys are going to have to work together to make things word; so zooble doesnt too overstimulated and so you dont have to change or greatly suppress yourself. say it with me: communication is key, baby!!! definitely takes a lot of time to make something work.... stealing this idea from jax's part, but if youre in the middle of a prank war with jax, where its just you and him going at each other zooble is going to be sliding you ideas and perhaps might come up with ideas to utilize your weird anatomy... very evil, they just want to see jax get karma, i think...
GANGLE:
also can get easily overwhelmed with your wild personality, but not so much in an "overstimulated" way and more so a... wait no i guess thats the best wording for it? plus gangle seems to be the type of person to enjoy her calm and quiet peaceful time, when shes not thrust into the chaos of an IHA... so similar to zooble, you guys are going to have to do a lot of communication and teamwork if you want a good relationship. gangle DOES feel bad, though, like she is inconveniencing you... please reassure her... not many ideas for the whacky physics thing here, simply because i dont think she would have any special thoughts about anyone's looks or bodies if that makes sense
#tadc x reader#the amazing digital circus x reader#digital circus x reader#caine x reader#pomni x reader#ragatha x reader#jax x reader#kinger x reader#zooble x reader#gangle x reader
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Oooh!!! If it's ok, could you please do a one-shot where the reader has had a bad day; she was in an accident or an argument with a family member, and Larissa is just there to comfort her?? Full of angst, then cute fluff at the end? 🥰
-Water (anon) 😁
Just A Bad Day
Larissa x teacher!reader
You wiped the tears from your eyes as you sat at your desk, feeling a little silly. This day had been impossibly stressful. Students were incredibly rambunctious and you definitely were not on your toes that day. Three students received detentions and one was sent to Larissa's office. They had broken a variety of school rules while in your classroom, but you couldn't help to beat yourself up over it. You felt as though today's classroom shenanigans were a reflection of poor classroom management, thus proving you were a terrible teacher. To top it all off, you had completely broken your laptop when you spilled your coffee, rendering the piece of machinery useless.
You couldn't get any work done and you felt completely worthless. That's what brought you to that point, crying at your desk at 1PM on a Monday.
A knock on your classroom door had you trying to pull yourself together, but when you laid your eyes on Larissa Weems all attempts to not cry were off the table.
Immediately seeing the state you were in, Larissa closed and locked your classroom door, pulling down the shade to cover the door window. She didn't speak as she approached you, only offering her open arms.
Without hesitation, you threw yourself into her, letting out a sob, allowing yourself to fully release all the pent up frustration and sadness that this day had caused you. She lifted a hand to the back of your head, gently stroking your hair, shushing you.
Taking your hands, she pulled you with her as she sat in your desk chair, having you stand in front of her so she could look up into your face, "Shhh... It's okay, darling. Tell me all about it."
You started from the beginning, explaining that three students had decided to be obsitant today, completely refusing to complete any of the tasks from your first hour class today. The student you had sent to the office had attempted to utilize his powers to set fire to his desk. Finally, you had no laptop to complete any of your work or to prepare for the workday tomorrow.
"I'm so sorry your day has been so rough, darling." Larissa's hand on your cheek, pulling you down so she could give you a kiss on the forehead.
You shrug, still not feeling great. You felt like you could start crying again at any second. Her eyes scanned yours, knowing that you were still burdened by the tough day, "Come here."
She invited you into her lap, holding you close to her for as long as you needed. It felt so comforting for her to hold you in her arms and play with your hair. Finally, you had stopped crying and Larissa was happy for it. She absolutely hated seeing you so upset, "Now how about we try to solve some of these problems, hmm?"
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Launchdad? 🤨 🎤
LAUNCHDAD 💪
thanks for the ask! i had this sketch lying around so the timing is perfect.
launchpad and gos’ dynamic is so incredibly important to me. her rambunctious, rebellious spirit and endless energy paired with launchpad’s bottomless positivity and chill aura is so perfect. he’s the most supportive, sweetest father figure she could possibly have. i love how in the show she has no apprehensions about coming to him with anything, and always feels safe with him. it’s how things should be, and a nice change of pace next to drake’s short temper.
one of my favorite scenes in the whole show is in the alien queen one near the beginning when they’re all three on a road trip, and gosalyn turns her home camera to launchpad and says “show us your true self!” iirc and he takes his hands off the steering wheel to make a silly face at her LAWLLLL the dad humor with launchpad is strong. not to mention drake’s immediate chastising him to keep his eyes on the road. they are so married <3
i just love how playful launchpad is with her, yet he always takes her seriously and talks to her on her level. he not only cares for her more than anything but respects her and is always honest with her, which is earning some serious parenting points in my book.
he’s already cultivated such a healthy relationship with her and provided so much security for her before she even calls him “dad”, which i’m almost certain she’s never done in canon. but, i can easily see her doing so by mistake and quickly correcting herself, only to leave launchpad a sobbing heap of overwhelming pride and joy at the title <3
launchpad playing mediator between drake and gos is also so important to me. drake loves her to death, there’s not a doubt. and i know he wants to be the best parent he possibly can for her, but what he lacks in emotional presence he makes up for in over-protectiveness. and i LOVE that we see growth and change in the show, and he is learning more every day! but let’s face it, launchpad is infinitely more approachable.
i think drake sees so much of himself in gos that it’s sometimes hard for him to take a step back and analyze things cooly. like, he was bullied for being a geeky wimp. gos snarls at anyone who implies she isn’t at least as tough as nails. drake had to learn to make it on his own and defend himself when he had no support. gosalyn has had to say goodbye to everyone closest in her life. drake overcompensates for his fragile ego and seeks attention wherever he can find it because he NEEDS to prove he’s the best at everything all the time in order to be worthy. everything gosalyn does when she’s ‘acting out’ is either to earn some kind of respect from drake or to rebel in a search for some relief. drake had no support so he builds four walls and a roof around gosalyn so she never has to be alone, ever.
launchpad stands in the doorway of that box with a smile and a warm hug locked and loaded, because he also knows what it’s like to be alone. can we just. talk about how isolating it is to be so kind? just for a minute. can we talk about how launchpad isn’t capable of giving any less than his all. he pours everything he has into everyone he meets because he also knows how much it hurts to be left, and he doesn’t ever want to be the reason anyone feels that sting. he greets everyone with his signature 100 watt smile that only flickers at the threat of harm done to those he cares for, and provides an immovable rock of support at all times. do you ever wonder why he has exes all over the world yet lived alone in a hangar before meeting drake? do you ever wonder if it was his incessant positivity that pushed people away or his determination to not be a burden ultimately leading to an emotional divide unsurpassable by a well hidden vulnerable side, ironically buried beneath all of this sincerity? do you ever wonder how heavy that heart on his sleeve is?
hey. hey anon whyd you have to give me this prompt /silly
#sorry that devolved into LP analysis so quickly but as you can see i am so insane in the head about this showBSDNND#asks#anon#launchpad mcquack#gosalyn mallard#gos#LP#drake mallard#darkwing duck#dwd#giddly’s art#no id#im at work rn so this may be a bit disconnected and shoddy whoops
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i rag on CC and his 'platonic brother sister samantha coded' approach to MSR, and yet! Scully is so Little Sister Coded about Mulder and her relationship with him Specifically and it is extremely important to both her character and their dynamic. It's very very important that she was the middle kid and the youngest girl and the target of teasing and bossing from Billy and Miss, and she wanted so badly to be included with Billy and Charlie instead of always being the nerdy tomboy tag-along that she couldn't help being because even though she's stubborn and hearty and clever and pragmatic, she's so tenderhearted deep down, full of empathy and outrage at injustice, and also eternally precise,which was always going to leave her on the outside of any rambunctious cool boy or cool girl group.
It's not mentioned anywhere in canon but i always assumed that Bill Jr. and Melissa were closest in age and closer to each other than to the younger two growing up, because 3 and 4 years is a noticeable gap at formative ages. Dana never quite fit in with the older two, the more socially successful and outgoing and assertive Scullys, you get the sense that she was trying to keep up with them while also trying to rebel against them, nerdy little conscience to assertive, successful Billy and naive, half-unwilling protege to popular, mysterious Melissa, and ending up on a drastically different path than both of them in the end. And then there's the mysterious Charlie, who she isn't close enough to, despite him being her little sibling and Dana being a natural protector and caretaker, to show up in her life through the duration of the narrative. The four kids would have mainly had each other growing up on the move, but even then she didn't fully fit in.
Interestingly, the age gap between Mulder and Samantha is probably nearly the same as Dana and Billy. So there are some parallels there, familiar sensations, except with Mulder, she's included in the special club of two instead of being on the outside. And Mulder has traded the naturally contentious relationship he had with Samantha as a kid for a fairy-tale reenactment of a new tag along partnership that includes some friction but none of the festering resentment between siblings in a deeply unhappy house. He ditches her from time to time in the name of 'protection' but in the day to day, he doesn't leave her trotting along trying to keep up and made to feel like her viewpoint is silly and annoying. Despite her independence, she even lets Mulder be protective of her -- far more than anyone else in her life -- like an ideal little sister figure, because that's mutual with Mulder too, and part of an idealized dynamic that she was close to but never part of growing up, as either the younger or the older part.
Scully always to go along with her figure of adventure, never wants to be left behind to catch up or be left out, doesn't want to be seen as too little or not game enough or annoying. And except for certain Syndicate related circumstances, Mulder doesn't just put up with this, he delights in it, always having his partner and playmate who wants to go along for the ride -- even when they're supremely fed up with each other.
Of course they aren't actually siblings, they're unrelated adults with undeniable chemistry and the lines quickly blur even further. But It's a bickering, codependent, pseudo familial, pseudo connubial melange of a dynamic, and it is actually easy to see how Scully could end up making assumptions about her and Mulder's relationship as being best-friendly-fraternal or as them filling particular vacant roles in each other's lives in a way that's convenient but not significant. Because those pseudo familial roles are actually part of their dynamic, even when it also involves romantic entanglement.
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Aegon III/Jaehaera prompt/request: Jaehaera is with their kids (maybe they're in the godswood playing) and Aegon ends up joining them?
(also Alicent is alive because why not? And if two of their daughters could be named for their moms I think that'd be cool)
“Get down from the tree at this instance, young lady,” Alicent warns, face lifted to look at the very branches of the heart tree.
Jaehaera snaps her head back. Her grandmother had been a great aid with her daughters, but sometimes they grow rambunctious beyond belief. Helaena and Rhaenyra are seven now, and their elderly grandmother had struggled to keep pace. Alicent’s now grey hair has blended somewhat unremarkably between her silver-haired family, but it is hard to match with a dragon-spirit.
“No,” Helaena answers, hugging the thick branch of the tree, silver strands cascading down, hanging in the air. “I like it here.”
Jaehaera frowns at her from below. She had been busy braiding Rhaenyra’s hair with all the flowers she wanted in it. Helaena was supposed to wait her turn, but alas, she would not. “We said no climbing, Helaena!”
Her daughter sticks out her tongue, managing to sit up on the branch fearlessly.
“I will get a Kingsguard,” Alicent says after trying to lift her hands to reach her; the heart tree is stocky rather than tall, but her hands are too short. “I will not have you falling down this branch!”
“I never do!” The girl answers, dignified.
Jaehaera ties off Rhaenyra’s braid, and the girl stands up, looking at her sister. “Yes you do!” she says, while swishing around her braid proudly. “Grandma will get Mister Willy to get you!”
Jaehaera tries to maintain a serious demeanor. Ser Willis Fell will never vanquish this silly nickname. Jaehaera lifts herself to come by the tree. “It is time to get down, Helaena.”
“Don’t wanna,” the girl repeats in giggles, stuck to the tree like a cicada. Her little stubborn girl. This Helaena is not her mother, but she can’t help but feel stressed at the idea of her falling. Jaehaera is sure her grandmother feels similarly; only a few years ago she had refused to leave her rooms, still.
“Papa,” Rhaenyra suddenly exclaims, running towards an incoming figure and hugging his leg. “Helaena climbed the trees again!”
Aegon, patting gently against her head, hums. “And is making far too many people beg again, is she?”
“Yes!”
Jaehaera turns around to him, a little sigh escaping her when her husband comes by her side. “She was supposed to be waiting her turn for a braid.”
Aegon hums. “The first mistake was expecting her to wait,” he says, and after some pause, kisses the side of her head. He’s been opening slowly to all touch since their daughters grew up.
They’ve come into a good place in their marriage, this last year. He tries to reach out more, even when her grandmother still turns stony whenever he comes around. Alicent curtsies at him respectfully, but is clearly concerned more by her granddaughter to spare him too much of her gaze. She lifts her arms again. “Helaena, come down.”
Aegon gives Jaehaera one glance, before he steps forward between grandmother and granddaughter. “Let me,” he says, and he lifts his arms himself. Alicent’s brown eyes squint at him, but move aside. He actually reaches the legs the girl had been swinging, and she giggles. “Jump to me, daughter? I’ll catch you.”
Helaena licks her lips. Her deep amethyst eyes have a happy glint to them. This is just a way to fly for her. The girl lifts herself off the branch, and falls, but into her father’s safe arms. He catches her in a big hug.
“There we go,” he says, smiling at his daughter as he turns back to Alicent. “Now we all can be calm.”
Her grandmother still struggles with Aegon at times, but her brown eyes turn softer then, holding her wrinkled hands together as she watches her chuckling granddaughter. Alicent gives him a nod and speaks gently. “Thank you, your Grace.”
Aegon nods back at her, gracefully humble. Looking back at Helaena, he holds the strands of her hair. “Do you want your hair braided too, now?”
Helaena glances at Rhaenyra, and they share some mischievous look. “No,” she says. “Papa’s turn.”
“Papa’s?” he asks, and before Jaehaera knows it, Rhaenyra tugs on her hand and rushes her to her father. Helaena is already tugging on Aegon’s hair.
“Papa’s turn, papa’s turn!” Rhaenyra repeats, and Jaehaera laughs at the look on her husband’s face. Oh, he’s positively shocked, almost speechless as he realizes there is no escape.
Jaehaera brings a hand to his shoulder. “Your turn, husband,” she tells him. “Sit down, if you may.”
“..If you ask so kindly, I suppose I must,” he says in soft exasperation as Helaena already tugs on some of his strands. He hardly ever breaks into a smile, but there is a tug on the corners of his lips. He sits down, and lets Jaehaera and their daughters come around him. Jaehaera runs a hand through his hair gently, hoping he knows she is glad for this, too.
Her grandmother sits slightly farther away, watching all throughout, any frown or scowl notably absent. Later, when Jaehaera escorts her back to her rooms, Alicent gives her an old book. Beautifully illustrated, but not well tended to — it seems a page of it is missing.
“You should read it, with your husband and the girls,” she tells her. “The kindest of days are those passed with stories told at the shade of the heart trees.”
#this shoulda came yesterday but i was a dumb dumb and misread the req#hope you enjoy this friend!!#jaehaegon#jaehaera x aegon iii#aegon iii x jaehaera#jaehaera targaryen#aegon iii targaryen#hotd#hotd imagine#reqs#answered#my fanfics#my fics#forwithinthishollowcrown
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request: Hi!! Can you do relationship headcanons on Ritsu Kasanoda please :)
🝮 ritsu kasanoda dating headcanons !!
ritsu kasandoda & reader
author’s note: wow i really just took the longest break imaginable and then came back with this. lmao, i hope someone enjoys reading this!!! thank you and gosh do i love Ritsu uwu
edit: i misspelled his name but it’s 4 am and I think that’s hilarious so I’mma leave it
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ఌ Let’s be real, he’s trying his best. Really, so before your relationship began, he was DESPERATE to figure out how to woo you—how to sweep you off your feet!
ఌ He didn’t learn his lesson the first time with not asking the hosts for help. But, this is in the LOVE department! Surely they know better about that than they do about making him look less intimidating?? Who could possibly be better to turn to for hints at romance?
ఌ Unfortunately, it seems this rambunctious bunch of boys don’t take him seriously at all. Seems. Maybe they think they’re taking him super seriously, but it REALLY doesn’t look like it!
ఌ So, he begs that you forget having walked into the Third Music room—since abandoned by its department—only to have been bombarded by swirling roses that flew all around you. They framed a path that you swore was heart shaped, up to Ritsu, who kneeled in a host uniform, his signature nervous smile, and a rose held for you to take.
ఌ Cue a fit of giggles that may or may not have made him fall even deeper in love with you.
ఌ Best believe that he never turned to them again (okay, maybe Haruhi, but even her suggestions were questionable… Some of them were great, don’t get him wrong! Like, the star-gazing idea or the “ walk-in-a-park ” idea! But, the “ clean together! ” or “ attend-a-host-event ” ideas were downright rejected.)
ఌ Well, not entirely. You know those big fancy balls the Host club holds? Towards the start and end of the year? Well, with Haruhi leading the plan for obvious reasons, he mustered up the courage and invited you to the ball with him. Was that a fluttering in your heart~? Eek!
ఌ Was this going to be when he finally made a move? When your budding relationship finally bloomed?
ఌ The night was beautiful, from the delicacies, everyone’s pretty attire, all the way to the lighting. This really was a party held by the most elite of society’s children! Your outfit was a gorgeous scarlet—gifted to you by Kasanoda’s right hand man who simply smiled and asked kindly that you please wear it! You couldn’t decide which to focus on, how they got your measurements or why this was happening.
ఌ Of course, deep down you knew full and well why it’s happening, didn’t you?
ఌ Let’s rollback a few notches. Now, what could have possibly made him fall for you? Was it, maybe, your sitting by him in every class despite everyone else making a painfully obvious barrier between them and him given the empty chairs around him? Nooo, don’t be silly, it couldn’t be that.
ఌ Oh, was it you seeking him out during lunch time, finding him alone in the garden, eating and talking to the plants? No, surely that wasn’t why he stared at you with glossy, grateful eyes that said, “ Please, sit, I insist. ”
ఌ Hmm, maybe it’s because of how many times you walked home with him and held normal conversations with him, as if he wasn’t labeled the school’s “ Scariest Man Ever To Attend ”? No, couldn’t be that. It wasn’t like he loved and looked forward to the walks, so much so that he silently waited by the door for you to collect your things and trot on up beside him, telling him all about your day. And it definitely couldn’t have been that for once, he was walking with someone who wasn’t Tetsuya, and this person beside him didn’t give off any vibes of “ I’m being forced to hang out with you, as a joke! A prank! ”
ఌ Oh, I know, maybe all of this is happening because of the first time you two met outside of school. It was the weekend, and you were out in the neighborhood for a reason long since forgotten by now.
ఌ There was the sounds of a struggle down a street, and you, being you, couldn’t help but think, “ Hey, if someone’s in trouble, the right thing to do is help them? ”
ఌ So, imagine the fear on your face and stiffness in your body to peak down the alley and see a red-haired boy surrounded by several others. Totally unfair, you thought! That’s too many people for one person!
ఌ His back was to you, and you locked eyes with the man in the center as he pulled his arm back and yelled something about how much respect he’ll get for beating the son of THE Kasanoda-Gumi group!
ఌ No matter how much you knew about the neighborhood or the syndicates ‘round these parts, nothing could have prepared you for how fast your feet carried you between the two, chucking your bag into the man in the middle’s face, shutting him up instantly.
“ There’s no respect for a bully that teams up on a guy! “
ఌ You said with faux confidence. The man behind you could have sworn you looked just like a little wolf protecting him, baring your teeth at a bunch of men that he just had a feeling would tuck and run at your appearance.
ఌ And that they did, though whether it was your display of Justice, their boss’s bloody nose, or the rather demonic aura seeping out of the guy behind you—that was anyone’s guess, too 🤷♂️
“ Uh… Th.. Thanks, for that. “
ఌ When you turned to face your damsel-in-distress, the drastic difference between his voice and appearance took you off guard. A few giggles, a quick apology for the rudeness, and a “ no problem “ for the thank-you, and suddenly his face was almost flushed as red as his scarlet locks. Silence blanketed your both before you shrugged and past him.
ఌ Wait, he called.
ఌ You paused, halting in your tracks, and turned inquisitively.
ఌ He stammered then continued, would he ever see you again?
ఌ Silence.
ఌ A once over, you gave him.
ఌ Then a bright smile.
ఌ Of course, you laughed out.
ఌ After all, you continued, we go to the same school. A point to the badge on his bag, and suddenly he had to avoid eye-contact just to recover from the embarrassment.
ఌ The same school? His luck must have been turning around if he could see you again so soon.
ఌ And so, there’s no telling where he fell in love with you. Whether in between, during, before, after—or maybe even not yet!
ఌ Regardless, you held your head high, excited to step through the doors. You were greeted with what would begin a night you would never forget.
ఌ Folks you hadn’t yet placed names-to-faces-for guided you across the dance floor. Hand-in-hand, trading you off to the next person who swirled and dipped you. The first was a guy with auburn hair, mighty tall, you noted. He had mannerisms or a mischievous fox. Next was a man with black locks, taller than the last, and never speaking a word. You missed the smile in his eyes as you were passed to an eccentric blond with a blinding grin. He was quite the chatterbox during this dance, taking longer than the others, before a smaller brunet boy took your hand and scolded him with a, “ Senpai, you’ll ruin the plan! ” This boy had cute quirks and soft hands. The dance was simple, sweet, and kind.
ఌ It was towards the end that you caught a glimpse of red hair.
ఌ The next hand you were passed into was familiar and welcoming. Calloused, marked with a scar here and there. They seemed like thorny hands that would hurt whoever made contact, but somehow when it came to your hand, they were the kindest, gentlest.
ఌ Your eyes gazed up to catch a glimpse of that same-old nervous, nasty grin you fell for.
“ Another plan, huh, Ritsu dear? “
“ Dear? “
ఌ He stammered, repeating the pet name you tagged to the end of his name.
ఌ A squeak of surprise escaped you as he was thrown off so much so that his footwork changed to include a “ step-on-your-partner’s-foot! “
ఌ A dozen apologies later, and below the stars you were.
ఌ The loud crowd had mellowed out with distance, so much so that the soothing ballroom music was audible enough to drag a mewl of happiness from your lips.
ఌ You leaned into him, shifting this dance more so into a romantic slow dance.
ఌ This would have continued, turned even more romantic as the midnight sky poured over and over again, renewing the twinkle in each star!
ఌ But, alas, any plan by the host boys just had to have one little signature quirk in it.
ఌ Though whether you could fault the club or not for this was anyone’s guess!
ఌ From the bushes lining the balcony his dancing feet led you to, popped up an even more eccentric dirty-blonde girl who screeched a, “ Oh come on, kiss them already! What kind of romance is this!? A SUCKY one, of course! “
ఌ Had it not been for your laughter, this particular redhead might’ve melted from embarrassment.
ఌ Instead, he cupped your cheek and guided your eyes to him.
ఌ There was hesitance, a glance here and there, and his mouth opening and closing inaudibly like a fish outta water.
ఌ So, you pressed affectionately against his hand then slowly leaned in to plant a chaste kiss upon his lips.
ఌ They weren’t the softest in the world, and perhaps slightly rough (easily fixed with some lip balm!).
ఌ And surely there was evidence this was his first kiss, first REAL kiss, but the fireworks in your heart made none of that matter at all.
ఌ From then, word spread throughout the school much too quickly that the rumor of “ Ritsu and Y/N? Canon or Fanon? ” was completely canon.
ఌ Your reputation rubbed off on him, and suddenly he found himself with more friends and acquaintances than he ever dreamt of.
ఌ The empty seats around him were filled with talkative randos—though, if ever they say in your seat, he couldn’t help the intimidating glare shot at them.
ఌ Your life after school would become much more interesting too.
ఌ Apparently the guy you beamed with his bag had inflated and hyperbolized your image tremendously.
ఌ In the streets, you were gaining a strange name, “ The Rabid Wolf “.
ఌ Whatever that meant.
ఌ Ritsu worried about it, assuring you he would clear your name, but you laughed it off and said it could probably do more good than harm!
ఌ After all, he did have fears of people knowing you were his lover.
ఌ Partner.
ఌ Romantic acquaintance!
ఌ …
ఌ He may or may not have been rosy-hued in the cheeks when you showed up at the house one morning, to walk to school together, obviously!
ఌ And the house erupted in, “ Kasanoda, sir, your lover awaits at the door! ”
ఌ You pretended to have not heard the girlish screech before a disheveled, heavy-breathing Ritsu slammed open and closed the door.
ఌ That walk had been quiet, save for your running-of-the-mouth.
ఌ Oh, and any time you shied away from dominating the conversation so, he would break the silence and say, “ Go on? ”
#ouran x reader#ohshc x reader#ouran ritsu x reader#ohshc ritsu x reader#ouran ritsu Kasanoda x reader#ohshc ritsu kasanoda x reader#ritsu x reader#ritsu kasanoda x reader#kasanoda x reader#ouran high school host club x reader#ouran headcanons#ritsu kasanoda headcanons
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Show and Tell
Yo yo yo, waddup. It's been a while since I posted anything, and not gonna lie, I'm not even sure if this is any good. But here it is.
Thank you to @shyvioletcat for providing the inspo for this story. Although, I did take a few liberties lol.
Rating: PG? PG-13? Who knows?
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“Alright, everyone – let’s get our listening ears on and catch a bubble in your mouth!”
Rowan Whitethorn always felt a bit silly pulling on his ears and puffing out his cheeks, but whatever got his rambunctious group of Kindergarteners to quiet down was worth it. When pursuing a degree in education, he didn’t think he wanted to be in a classroom full of five and six-year-olds, but he had such a fantastic experience while student teaching that it seemed like a waste to be anywhere else.
“Now remember, we’re doing show-and-tell today. What do we do when our friends are up here talking?”
“Listen!” A chorus of children practically yelled it at him, and he smiled widely.
“That’s right. We listen, and we pay attention to what they’re saying. Now, is there anyone that wants to go first?”
Several children shot their hands straight up in the air, but one, in particular, was practically bouncing in her seat, almost too excited about getting selected. Everly Galathynius was a very precocious child. She had an overabundance of energy and effusiveness for a five-year-old that surprised even him. He had learned early on that when she felt emotions, she felt them strongly. Happy, sad, angry, upset – it didn’t matter. It was always a production.
It wasn’t that she was a bad kid. She loved school and being around her classmates. She caught onto concepts quickly and had a bright openness that made everyone want to be her friend. She was also fiercely competitive and wanted to be first in everything, whether answering questions or being a line leader. Needless to say that Rowan was not surprised to see her tiny hand shoot up in the air.
If there was anything that Everly struggled with, it was waiting her turn. Patience was not a strong trait that she possessed, and Rowan was adamant that she learn at least some measure of it before she left his classroom. So he purposefully selected another one of her classmates to come up first and almost laughed at the enormous pout that spread across her face.
His amusement only grew when he continued to ignore her pouting and called other members of her class up to share. Everly was practically vibrating in her chair when Rowan finally decided it was her turn. He barely finished calling out her name before she sprinted to the front of the classroom with her backpack, her two blonde pigtails flying behind her.
Rowan sighed. “Everly, you know we’re not supposed to run in school.”
Her excitement didn’t even dim for a second. “I know, but I want to share!”
He supposed it was his fault for keying her up with his impromptu “lesson,” but this child was going to be the death of him. “Alright then. Go ahead.”
Everly took a deep breath and pulled out what she had brought from her backpack. “Today, I brought my mama’s favorite toy!”
Rowan quirked a skeptical eyebrow toward the young child in front of him. “Your mother has a favorite toy?”
“Yes! I found it a while ago, and she told me. She keeps it in her room and won’t let me play with it, even though I ask really nice. But today, I found it in the bathroom!”
Everly dug through her bag as Rowan had a brief moment of clarity. But before he could reach the front and stop, she displayed the item she had brought high above her head like a trophy.
It was a vibrator.
A hot pink, glittery vibrator.
And Rowan was now in hell.
“Okay, that’s enough now, Everly!” Rowan exclaimed hastily. “Thank you for sharing! Let’s go ahead and put that away now!”
Everly took a step back and pouted. “But you let Declan share! I wanna share!”
Rowan stepped in front of her, blocking the view of the class. “You did share, Everly. And now it’s time for you to put it away.”
“No! I waited forever, and now I want to share! Please let me share!” She was near tears, and Rowan knew he had about two seconds to solve this before he had a full-on meltdown on his hands. He was quite unsure how to handle the situation, though. It wasn’t like they taught him this in undergrad. But he needed to remove the... object from his classroom, stat.
He hesitated, and Everly took full advantage immediately, darting to the opposite side of the classroom, still holding the vibrator above her head. “I didn’t even get to show the best part!”
Oh, dear god.
A loud buzzing noise filled the classroom, and his students were suddenly very interested in what Everly had in her hands. His students crowded around her, excited to see her new “toy.” Rowan forced himself through the throng to reach the perpetrator of the insanity, deftly plucking the offending object from her hands.
There was a moment of stunned silence before all hell broke loose in his classroom.
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Rowan pinched the bridge of his nose, running through what he would say to a Ms. Aelin Galathynius about why he needed to speak with her urgently regarding her daughter. He hadn’t met her yet if he remembered correctly. Everly and her mother were noticeably absent at the parent night a few weeks back, and she hadn’t responded to any of the previous requests he sent out to meet. It was exceptionally bad luck that their first meeting would be him discussing how her daughter managed to get ahold of a vibrator and bring it to school.
Everly sat dutifully in the corner, her eyes cast down on the floor and her blonde pigtails hanging limply off her head. Realistically, he knew he shouldn’t punish Everly. She was five and couldn’t possibly know her item was inappropriate or how it was used. But that didn’t negate that Rowan now had to talk to a woman he had never met about her masturbatory aids.
They sat in uncomfortable silence until Rowan heard the sharp unmistakable clacking of heels hitting the tile floors outside his classroom. The door pushed open, and while he hadn’t known what to expect, he hadn’t expected an impossibly gorgeous golden-haired woman dressed in an impeccable business suit glaring at him with anger scorching hot.
“Is there a reason you’re holding my daughter hostage, Mr. Whitethorn?”
Her hands were placed on her hips, her full lips downturned in a deep frown, and Rowan couldn’t help but be stunned by the fiery woman standing before him. He almost forgot why he needed to speak with her, but he quickly regained composure when it became apparent that she was surveying him like a lioness ready to pounce.
Rowan cleared his throat and came to greet her. “Ms. Galathynius, thank you for coming today. I need just a moment of your time to speak about what happened with Everly in class today.”
“Is she in trouble?” The blonde quirked her eyebrow at him.
“Well…no, not exactly.” Rowan flushed, rubbing his hand behind his neck.
“Was she hurt? Did you allow someone to bully her?”
Anger flared inside him. “Excuse me, Ms. Galathynius, but seeing as you have never met with me or really know anything about what happens in this classroom, I resent the accusation that you think I would ever allow any child to be bullied.”
She rolled her eyes, dismissing his anger. “Okay, well, if she’s not in trouble, hurt, or being bullied, why are you wasting my time?”
Rowan felt the indignation surge at the audacity of this woman. “ I didn’t realize that your daughter’s well-being was a waste of your time. Perhaps I should have called her father instead to help with this matter.”
Rowan visibly saw her shoulders tense. “He wouldn’t have cared, just like he didn’t care when he chose to walk out of her life four years ago to make a brand new family with his brand new wife.”
Her venomous admission momentarily stunned Rowan as she stared him down, and he felt some of the anger filter out of him. Regardless of the situation, he needed to understand why he had asked her to meet. “Ms. Galathynius, I apologize for that comment. It was uncalled for –
“You’re damn right it was.”
“- However, I do need to discuss with you the nature of Everly’s show-and-tell contribution today.”
She sighed deeply, and Rowan watched all the anger drain from her lithe body. “Alright, then. What happened during show-and-tell today?”
Rowan paused a moment before walking back to his desk. He pulled open the top drawer and gestured to the offending object, now stashed in a Ziploc bag and lying on a stack of papers.
He watched as Ms. Galathynius lifted an eyebrow in suspicion before rounding his desk to peer at what he was trying to show her. Her color completely drained as she took in the pink, glittery vibrator nestled inside the drawer. She looked back up at him with shocked eyes, a heavy silence hanging in the air.
Rowan wondered how long it would take for someone to break the silence. He had been mortified knowing that he would need to have this conversation. And although it hadn’t started out quite the way he had planned, he wanted to spare Everly’s mother the indignity of shoving her personal private life back in her face.
Ms. Galathynius stepped back, and Rowan noted the bright red heat of embarrassment creeping up her neck. She turned towards her daughter, clearing her throat. “Everly Grace, can you come here for a moment, please?”
Rowan watched as Everly gingerly slid out of her chair and shuffled towards her mother. She looked up with wide eyes lined with tears, and it broke Rowan’s heart. She hadn’t been in trouble with him, not really, but he couldn’t explain why he had to take her ‘toy’ away and why she couldn’t keep showing it to the class. The tantrum that ensued had been nothing short of legendary.
Her mother cleared her throat. “Everly, love, can you tell mama why you took her…um… special toy to school today?”
Everly perked up a bit, smiling at her mother. “I heard you talking about how much you like it with Auntie Lys the other day!”
The red on her face deepened, and Rowan stifled a laugh. Everly’s mother continued. “And you know you’re not supposed to go into mama’s room without permission, right?”
The brightness on her daughter’s face dimmed. “I know, mama, but I really, really wanted to share it because you said you like it so much! I like sharing my toys, too!”
Rowan couldn’t help it. A snort escaped him at the exchange, and Everly’s mother glared in his direction. Despite the hell this child had put him through today, her absolute innocence in the situation was damn near comical. And if he weren’t so embarrassed about the position he and her mother were now in, he likely would have laughed when it happened.
It sure explained a few things, though.
Her mother sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingers. “Sweetie, can you please wait right outside the door? I need to speak with your teacher alone. Just wait right there, and I’ll be out in a minute.”
The second the door shut behind Everly, Ms. Galathynius snatched her vibrator from the drawer and stuffed it deep in her purse. She turned to look at him, her hands back on her hips but with a noticeable flush still lingering on her skin.
“So, I suppose this is the part where I apologize for being a pill, but seeing as my child has embarrassed me enough today, I’m not going to.”
There was a beat of silence before both of them burst into laughter.
“Oh my god, I had no idea what to do with your child today, Ms. Galathynius. She ran around the room, waving it above her head like a flag. She even managed to turn it on, and that was a whole thing by itself.”
Everly’s mother wiped tears away from her eyes as her laughter died down. “Please, call me Aelin. And I swear, I had no idea she snuck into my room this morning. She told me that she was bringing her doll today. Serves me right for trusting my child.”
“Oh, so you know how your child behaves sometimes?” Rowan smirked down at her, and she rolled her eyes, albeit playfully this time.
“Would you believe me if I told you she got it from her father?”
Rowan pretended to think about it for a moment. “After meeting you today? Absolutely not.”
He smiled widely at her, and she returned it with a grin, momentarily stunning him for the second time that day. It transformed her whole demeanor. Gone was the stubborn mother who accused him of allowing her child to be bullied. Instead, Rowan had a beautiful woman standing before him, with hair spun like silk and bright turquoise eyes ringed in gold.
Clearing his throat, he stepped back away from Aelin just to get some distance. “Just one question, though.”
Aelin cocked her head to the side. “What’s that?”
“Grace? Really?”
Aelin's answering laugh drew him right back in. "I was hoping she would take after her name, but here we are."
She smiled at him again, and walked out the door to his classroom. Rowan felt himself warm with that smile, and watched as the door slid shut, wondering if he would ever have a chance to see her again.
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Gang, this is going to be super cringe so ignore this if you’re allergic.
This lil shit of an oc is based on my other sona on a previous post. I want her to be an 05 WHY?? BECAUSE KIDS.
Let me explain
It’s kinda funny how the SCP foundation acknowledges it has minors on the site. Like, okay, world ending entities and eldritch horrors aside we have to filter content for these kiddos, right? WHY ARE THEY THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE??? Nobody really questions it lol and I personally think it’s sweet lil goobers take interest on pseudo government documents.
(It says 13 but I want to change it to 14 considering there’s an scp 001 proposal on an existing 05-13 member)
Which is where I come in, the Head of the Cadet Division. Is that cringe? Kinda. But it makes sense that they’d need a completely different branch to handle rambunctious, clumsy, silly, random, (sometimes) bloodthirsty, curious, and mysterious youngsters. Like, maybe keeping them entertained with stuff their level to steer them away from anything they really shouldn’t be viewing. AKA AVOIDING KIDS FROM BEING SCARRED FOR LIFE.
(I may be a little biased because of past experiences with the foundation to want my own division for the minors. I mean I still am one but yk.)
You get it, right? Yeaaaah-
Cue me trying to make a cast of kiddos for a comic I made in my head where I basically have my own squadron of cadets to run; aka chaperoning a couple of elementary school kids.
I look traumatized because that’s how I was feeling in the moment. Probably shouldn’t have settled on that.
I was planning on making them more stylized instead of 🤮 but I thought it’d be easier to make cartoony versions of them AFTER I make fully rendered, fleshed out sketches of them. Idiot. I know.
So then I got burnt out and resorted to making headcanons. ON THE FREAKING CANVAS. LIKE I COULDN’T HAVE JUST TYPES THESE OUT (yikes!)
I also changed up their palette becaaaauusseeee I was bored and I thought it would help me come up with other stuff about them? Maybe flesh them out a bit more? Smth like that. It’s so painfully obvious to me who Jack is based off of from someone that use to be in my life. Oh well.
Well that’s it, hope someone enjoyed this weird SCP rant.
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You Stop My Heart (pt.1)
Pairing: Elvis x Black! Reader
Summary: Y/N L/N age 19, manages to make her way onto the louisiana hayride. Elvis Isn’t the only one who can cause a visceral reaction in the crowd. When he sees her, his heart stops.
Warnings: In future chapters, there will be heavy talk of race issues. Anxiety? 50s!Elvis (yes, i do consider that a warning). Nothing really in this chapeter.
A/N: Y’all don’t even know how im about to drag you through the weeds with this series! Happy reading!
Part 2
November 6, 1954
Nervous isn't the right word to describe how you're feeling right now; your heart is in your ass. It all started as a silly joke between you and your friend Mackenzie, who you dubbed 'Sister Mack' or sometimes just 'Mack.' Sister Mack and her family were the only white people that gave you the time of day.
You had been singing since you could form words. Everyone in the neighborhood was sure to let you know you had the loveliest voice around, and your mama had always been so supportive. She'd encourage you to sing to your heart's content. That's how you met Mack, around fifteen or so. She said she'd never heard someone sound so good.
Mack played the guitar and would often join you whenever you sang, adding an alluring melody to your vocals.
When she introduced you to her family, they were more accepting than you would've thought. 'Ma and pop' treated you like one of their own and supported you just as much as your folks.
Her brother, Greg, a tall, twenty-two-year-old, rambunctious man with fluffy brown hair and striking green eyes, had a love for percussion that you couldn't even begin to understand. He had no rhythm; half the time, he was just making noise on that drumset. Bless him. Eventually, you taught him how to play in time. That's when he joined you and Mack.
Valerie and Angel were Mack's older sisters. A sweet set of twins who absolutely adored you. They were great at harmonizing and loved the style of music you introduced them to. Over the next four years, the five of you managed to make it onto a local radio station. You wanted a heftier challenge though.
So here you all sit, about to shit yourselves. What you were about to do hasn't been done before. A black woman, or any black person for that matter, in a place like this? Unheard of. The strings your and Mack's family had to pull to get your name on the list were the only reason you hadn't hightailed it out of there.
Would you be throttled off the stage? Arrested? You didn't have a clue, but this was your only chance to advance in this business. All the money (and begging) spent to get to this point wouldn't go to waste.
"You guys ready?" Mack asks, "Sister Mack, I-I feel like I'm gon' drop. I-Is it hot in here? I'm burnin' up." You stammer out. She lets out a nervous chuckle, "It's just nerves, Y/N. We're gon' do fine." You nod your head in an attempt to convince yourself that she's right. You had gained a spot on the Louisiana Hayride, now was not the time to get cold feet.
Before your act, there was another. Some white boy in a suit that looked about two times too large; he wore eyeliner, and his hair had been slicked to perfection, save for the few strands that fell in his face. The thin layer of sweat that adorned his browbone and his heavy breathing let you know that he, too, was scared shitless.
The host introduced him as Elvis Presley. This 'Presley' boy expressed gratitude for being here with a painful stutter and a wavering voice. A few snide remarks are made, followed by chuckles here and there. You look away, disinterested, thinking he would be another country singer. You couldn't be more wrong. He starts playing; the song begins slow, his voice low and bouncy. "Oh baby, baby, baby..." You're uninterested again, just like that. But then the tempo shifts to something more upbeat.
You sit up a bit, brows raising and eyes widening as he bellows out, "Well... you may go to college, you may go to school, you may have a pink Cadillac, but don't you be nobody's fool." You don't even hear the rest; all you see is a man wiggling his hips in a way that sets a warm feeling deep in your belly. It feels wrong. Traditionally, people stay seated at these shows, not while he's up there. Women left and right pop up out of their seats, shamelessly forgetting about their boyfriends. Screams start as one and become many, soon filling the room.
His movements are nothing new to you, but his charisma sure is. You look on in amazement. The man in front of you makes your heart flutter, and as you look a little closer, you realize he's just so pretty. You wonder if he'd think the same of you. "Fat chance," You mumble out. Greg, somehow, hears you, "What do ya mean, Y/N?"
You don't want him to know you've been ogling too, "uh...how are we s'posed to top that? It's just a fat chance, is all." Val speaks up, "It ain't a competition, Y/N. Show a lil' gumption, and all eyes will be on you."
You shake your head with a smile, "I don't think gumption will save me this time, Val." Mack chimes in, "worked for that white boy, didn't it?" This makes you laugh, "fair enough, Mack, fair enough." Soon, Elvis finishes his set; he and his crew exit the stage. As they make their way back, he glances at you, eyes widening just a hair.
You don't even notice, too focused on battling your nerves. The host speaks up again, "Woo! Quite a show, huh, ladies? Alright, Well...next, we've got Y/N L/N and the Sound Of The South!"
The first to walk on is Greg, then sister Mack, then Val and Angel. Lastly, you grace the stage. It gets so quiet you could hear a pin drop. As you look out over the crowd, you see a mix of confusion, interest, and disgust. You don't let it phase you. You step up to the mic and take a deep breath.
Alright, here we go.
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