#he may or may not have a secret love of stuffed animals and kept them as a kid
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Unforgivable mistake (JoelMillerxreader) Part 3
Summary: Reader is much younger than Joel and is in love with him. One night, after arguing with Tess and getting drunk, Joel spends the night with a reader, but in the morning he breaks her heart… She runs away from Boston hoping that she will never meet this cold bastard again in her life. But almost six years later, she unexpectedly sees Joel in Jackson. She decides to hide herself and her little secret from this asshole.
Warnings: age gap (reader is about 28 years, Joel 58), strong language, swearing, past trauma, bullying, attempted rape, memories of sexual abuse, unprotect p in v, dom!Joel, Joel is asshole, ANGST, hurt, sadness and heartbreaking
Part 3
Joel stared blankly at your door. His breathing was heavy, and his hands moved restlessly and clenched into fists. He wanted to start knocking, banging on the door, and screaming. He wanted to know more about his baby boy. He wanted to argue with you, but at the same time, he didn't want his son to associate him with evening arguing. He didn't want Teddy to be afraid of him.
He finally came home and locked himself in his room. He slept little in the night, still thinking about what he had learned and… He didn't agree with you. He was Teddy's father. Whether you wanted it or not, you wouldn't have gotten pregnant without him. No matter how small and bad a part of him was, he had a part in it. And he knew he would be a good father to his son, just as he was to Sarah. He may not have always been perfect, but he could love and show fatherly love. He wanted to look after Teddy. He just didn't know how. He suspected you'd stop him every time he tried to get close.
So all he had to do was watch the boy from a distance.
Almost 3 weeks after he found out about his son, he saw a scene that made his blood boil.
He had just returned from a patrol with Barbara. He was beginning to suspect that Maria kept connecting him whit this idiot on purpose because she could see how much he hated her.
Suddenly, the woman laughed and murmured, "This little son of Y/N is such a weakling."
He shot her an angry glare, then looked at the scene that was playing out a few meters away. Two boys, older and taller than Teddy, laughed at him as he tried to take his stuffed bunny away from them.
"Weakling? Is that what you call a child who is the victim of two bullies?!" He looked at her with contempt. "But what do you know about children? You're too old for your own. Which is lucky, because you'd obviously make a terrible mother!"
The woman opened and closed her mouth, and he moved quickly to the children. He snatched the stuffed animal from the boy's hands and growled: "Are you having fun? Why don't you try it with me."
Only then boy's mother appeared, who had previously been standing with another woman a few meters away, step in.
"What's going on?! They're just having fun."
"Play? Rather, they bully the younger child."
The woman snorted and looked at him indignantly. "How dare you." She reached out to her sons. "Boys, we're going home."
Joel snorted, then looked softly at Teddy. The boy ran to him and with a big smile took his bunny.
"Thank you," he said and looked at him like a hero.
Joel patted his head, but their interaction was interrupted by the woman who was the mother of the little girl.
"Teddy, we're coming back too."
The boy shook his head and suddenly snuggled up against Joel's leg, taking him completely by surprise. The woman winced slightly.
"Your mom asked me to take care of you. Come on."
"No," the little one moaned.
Joel bent down and picked the boy up. The toddler immediately wrapped his arms around his neck and it was the moment when Teddy, completely unconsciously, took over his dad's heart. Joel cleared his throat and confidently said, "I'll take care of him. I live next door to Y/N."
The woman looked uncertain, but she did not have the strength to face the childish tantrum. She shrugged and finally said, "All right."
Joel smiled and patted his son on the back. "Teddy, do you want to meet Ellie?" The little boy nodded enthusiastically. "Let's go. Do you want me to carry you?"
"Yes."
"Alright."
When Joel entered the house, Ellie gave him a surprised look. He walked past her and sat Teddy in a chair in the kitchen.
"Wait here. We'll find some crayons and paper for you in a moment."
Ellie grabbed his arm as he tried to cross the threshold. "What happened witch keeping distance?"
"Maybe it's time to break the ice." Seeing her shocked expression, he laughed a little and added: "Two boys were bullying him and I chased them away. And he stuck with me. What was I supposed to do?"
Ellie looked at the boy, who sat politely and waved his legs rhythmically. "Yes, he's cute, but what about Y/N?"
"Leave Mama Bear on my head."
"As you wish." She spread her arms and ran to the baby. "Hi, Teddy!"
The little one smiled widely and started talking to her, and Joel… Joel felt proud and happy. He had a wonderful, beautiful, smart son and he was not going to give up being his dad.
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You were furious when Joanna told you who she allowed to take your treasure, your precious little one. You wanted to yell at her, scratch her eyes out, but at the same time, you knew that she often helped you by taking care of your child. Plus, how could she know about your hatred of Joel, from what she said, Teddy really wanted to go with him.
Ellie opened the door for you and gave you a sharp look. You knew he didn't like you, and you guessed why.
"Where is he?" you asked trying to contain all your rage.
The girl nodded and led you into the living room, your heart skipping a beat at the sight you saw. This could be the cutest picture in the world if it wasn't for the fact that your son fell asleep in this asshole's arms. Teddy looked so calm that your heart trembled. Joel was sitting on the couch with your little one sleeping on his chest, Teddy's little head resting on Joel's shoulder. You saw how protectively he held the little one and you wanted to break his arms. You moved towards him and hissed, "Give him to me."
Joel sighed heavily and whispered, "Calm down. I'll take him to your house in a moment."
You shook your head. "Give. Me. Him. NOW. And never touch him again," you hissed.
Joel rolled his eyes and muttered, "I won't hurt him."
You felt a wave of rage wash over you, and you didn't even care that Ellie was standing next to you. "You already hurt him. The moment you conceived him. The moment you ignored the fact that your dick was causing me pain."
Joel felt as if someone had punched him in the face. You took advantage of this and quickly took your son, who sleepily purred, "Mommy?"
You rubbed his back and whispered, "Shh, sleep baby."
You looked at Ellie who stared at you in shock. " I'm sorry that you heard this," you said as you walked past her and left their damned living room.
*
Ellie looked at Joel sadly. "Teddy is your son." he nodded. "And you hurt Y/N?"
Joel immediately stood up and walked over to her, but she backed away sharply, so he stopped. "What? No, Ellie... It's not like that. Y/N was an adult and... She wanted it."
She looked at him. "Really? Because it didn't sound like that at all!" He reached out to her, but she pushed him away and ran out of the house.
Joel rubbed his temples and sighed heavily. Why did he have to screw everything up? But he didn't do anything wrong. He just wanted to spend some time with his own child.
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You put your son to bed when you heard a soft knock. You swung the door open and growled, "What the fuck..." You stopped mid-sentence. "Ellie? Sorry, I thought it was Joel.”
"Can we talk?"
Her behavior disturbed you. She didn't look like the saucy, rebellious teenager you used to see. She was more like a scared child, and your maternal instincts took over immediately.
"Of course. Come on." When she came in, you put your arm around her and led her to the kitchen. "Would you like some lemonade?"
"Hmm."
You sat across from each other at the kitchen island. Ellie was silent, and you decided to break the silence. "Look, I'm really sorry. I lost my nerves. I just told Joel not to go near Teddy and..."
"Did he force you to get pregnant? Did he rape you?"
You froze at first. Ellie stared at you with sad eyes, and you realized there was something more in this question. You grabbed her hand and calmly asked, "Ellie, did someone hurt you?"
She nodded at first, but then said, "No... I mean... He tried."
You swallowed, afraid to ask if it was Joel. Part of you absolutely didn't believe it. Joel was a bastard, he was an asshole, he was a complete dick, but... Not a pedophile. You didn't know how far you could go and asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"
There was silence for a long time and you wanted to apologize to her when she took a shuddering breath and started saying, "It was after we left Jackson. Joel got hurt and (...)"
You listened patiently to her stories about David and his cult, how they ate people, and how he wanted to use Ellie, even force her to have children with him. You were scared and angry at the same time. The dude was worse than Joel. He was a hundred times worse dick. If it weren't for the fact that he was already dead, you would have found him and killed him yourself.
"Then Joel found me and I thought... I thought I was safe with him."
You wanted to hit yourself when you realized how Ellie read your words to Joel. You squeezed her hand tighter and said, "You're safe with him. I can say a lot of bad things about him, but Joel is not a pedophile, cannibal, or rapist."
"But you said..."
"I know what I said." You took a deep breath. "Listen to me. I was young and naive. I was in love with him and he... He didn't act like a decent guy, but he didn't rape me. I went to bed with him of my own free. Sex with him... He wasn't gentle, and in the morning he thought our night together was a mistake. He said a lot of nasty things to me and left me with a broken heart."
Ellie nodded and muttered, "He was an asshole."
"Yes."
"He's acting like that less and less." You smiled slightly at her words. "And Teddy?"
"He didn't know about him. I left Boston the next day and found out about the pregnancy while traveling."
Ellie looked down and mumbled, "I'm sorry that I thought you were a bitch."
"It's okay. I even understand you a little."
Suddenly Teddy appeared in the kitchen. He was still sleepy and rubbing his eyes with a small fist, but when he saw the teenage girl, he immediately woke up. "Ellie! Will you play with me?"
The girl looked at you, and you said, "Go ahead."
You were surprised at how well they got along. You didn't know if Ellie was affected by your son's charm or the fact that he was Joel's son, but you didn't care. You enjoyed their good relationship. By evening, Teddy had told you about how Joel helped him, and you felt a little silly. Maybe you needn't have been so hard on him. Your son obviously already loved him, not even knowing it was his dad.
You heard Ellie's quiet grunts and turned your attention to her.
"It's getting late," she said, and you nodded. "Could I stay here tonight?"
You were really surprised how quickly the relationship between you two changed.
"Of course you can, but Joel won't really hurt you."
"I know, but I'm still mad at him, for cheating me. He said you were getting revenge because he didn't want to leave Tess." You snorted annoyed. "He left out the rest."
"Okay. But you have to tell him." Ellie winced, and you sort of automatically added, "Okay, I'll let him know."
You didn't really know why you suggested it. Did it was, your motherly instinct to protect Ellie? Or did you want to stick another pin in Joel, letting him know that the teenage girl prefers you?
You couldn't back away from your words and you made your way to his house with heavy steps.
It was even funny to see how stupid Joel looked when he opened the door.
"Y/N?"
"Ellie wants to stay with me for the night. I agreed."
Joel leaned back slightly. He blinked once, then twice before he understood your words. He was sure Ellie stayed somewhere in town. When he realized she was with you, he felt uneasy.
"She talked to you?"
"Yes. She told me about David and wanted to know if you raped me." You could easily see the horror on his face. "You care about her?"
"Yes," he croaked.
"I told her the truth that I went to bed with you willingly. And that you were an asshole in the morning, but... You're not a pedophile or a rapist."
Joel's shoulders slumped and he breathed a sigh of relief. You had the opportunity to hurt him deeply. Ruin his relationship with Ellie, but as always you had a good heart.
"Thank you and… I'm sorry I took Teddy."
He surprised you, but you didn't show it. You calmly replied, "Teddy told me what you did. He thinks you're a hero."
Joel smiled slightly. "These kids were teasing him and I..." He looked at you confidently. "I am his father, Y/N. No matter how hard you try, you won't change it. And I won't abandon him. I will protect him, love him, and take care of him. You can fight me or accept my help in raising him."
You shook your head and replied, " And here is old Joel. You're trying to fix the whole world, even though you're destroying it yourself, but fine. I'll let you date him but on one condition."
"What?"
"You're not allowed to say you're his father. You can be his friend or uncle, but not 'dad'. Do you understand?"
Joel clenched his jaw and looked at you angrily. He thought you were playing unfairly, but at the same time, he really wanted to look after Teddy.
"Alright," he murmured.
"Great" you replied and smiled. Then you turned on your heel and went home pleased with yourself. You knew your requirement would hurt Joel, but you thought he deserved it. Yes, he defended your son and took care of him, but that didn't mean your wounds were healed. You still felt that Joel didn't understand how much he hurt you. So you had every right to attack him.
*
A/N: I really think after what happened in episode 8, Ellie should talk to someone.
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some miwi headcanons just bc ! older ones
i see young mike as kind of loud and not realizing how loud (and annoying) his yelling near people is (ie karen yelling in s1 “mike let’s go!” “COMING!!!”) however he quickly learns not to yell around will, adopting his softer voice for him BUT
in school he’s constantly calling over to will “will come here” “will sit next to me” “will! over here! look at this!” trying to get his attention “will, will, hey will…” other kids are like dude shut up… so many kids know will’s name who’ve never seen him, and mike’s thought of as that kid who’s always calling out for his friend.
i’m an avid rock collector!mike enjoyer. on the playground, in the forest, at the park, at the lake. he’s picking up all the cool ones, storing them away for very important scientific reasons like “this one’s shiny in A Different way!” he sets aside his favorites to show and give to will, very much in the style of a cat bringing a dead rodent to their owner, like “got something special just for you :) a Very Cool Rock :)” will loves how much mike enjoys it and is very excited to receive them, feeling quite special.
will loves stuffed animals (i mean we been knew) when he was younger they all had names and backstories, interpersonal drama and storylines he played out. two stuffed cats he definitely thought of as him and mike subconsciously, as they were best friends. he would act out little dramatic scenes of them running away from some oppressive kingdom, going on an adventure and meeting new friends along the way. … and he may have made them kiss a few times …
obviously small will loved drawing, but i don’t think he was always confident in his skill. after people tell him he’s good he gets caught up in trying to be really good, and gets frustrated when he can’t do something the way he wants. hence crumpled up attempts in the trash mike fishes out. there’s a spell of time where he gives up for a bit and jonathan asks why he hasn’t seen him drawing lately, and will says he doesn’t think he can get any better, it’s too hard. jonathan tells him it doesn’t matter if it’s perfect, he should just draw to make himself happy “draw for the campaigns, your friends think it’s so cool” so will keeps at it focusing on drawing what he thinks him and his friends will appreciate
while watching scary movies in the basement mike and will always held hands under blankets. it started when they were younger and they first got permission to watch a scary movie, they didn’t want to admit they might be getting too scared. during a big jump their hands reached out on instinct and too caught up in the movie they didn’t let go. when it was over they didn’t talk about it, but then it just kept happening every time they got scared. which led to holding hands when upset outside of watching movies. they never really discussed it, it just felt like their little secret thing.
all the boys were nice to holly but will was the only friend who actually liked seeking her out to play w them. (fascinated by a little sister unlike lucas and only-child dustin) mike and will would play games with her sometimes, will thinking she was really cute, and mike thinking it was cute will really liked her. cue karen thinking will is the best influence on her son
i have such a strong image of kindergarten miwi right after they become friends making mud pies together every recess. their teacher scolds them the first few times having to scrub their hands when they come back in. it gets so bad when the recess monitor sees them heading for the dirt they’re yelling “Michael! William! don’t even think about it!” they think it’s so funny to rile them up, they start spreading mud on each others arms “will you need more than that!” they only try to eat it a few times, it does taste really gross. after they’re banned from the dirt, they move to the sand box, it’s only a bit cleaner.
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i need u to know that ever since u posted this art it has been. constantly. on my mind. my night has been altered. my plans now consist of me laying in bed and thinking about csd sun. my brain chemistry has changed forever. im incurable. i stanned csd sun from the START but this is a whole new level and i need to ramble /deep breath/ i apologize in advance if im talking out of my ass LMFAOO
i just. the idea of this— old, ancient god who has seen many generations come and go, who represents warmth and burns bright wherever he goes just… being able to sense the love in things no matter who or what it may be. who, maybe, finds delight in all these different things people love and happiness just knowing that humanity has no limits when it comes to things they cherish. he looks around him and can just feel the same warmth he emits. it’s particularly strong in the little stuffed animals children hold dear to them, or the plants tenderly taken care of on the windowsills of various cottages.
and then he meets you. and your relationship grows stronger and stronger over the coming months. until one day something changes— shifts between the two of you. and suddenly he can feel just how much he is loved. a love he senses from you.
sun has felt how loved he is from the people who pray to him. but this is on a whole other level. this is something personal—something related to who he is as a person and not a god. and he doesn’t say anything, just watches as this warmth, this love he senses from you grows stronger and stronger each day. he is not just a god in your eyes, he’s more. he finds delight in it as much as he finds warm-tenderness. you think he doesnt know—not at first, at least, and he thinks he’ll keep it a secret for the time being. but as the days go on he can start to sense more and more how much you are loved. not just from the others around you, but from him as well.
GAHH okay im done im done i got it out. i hope u realize just how crazy this has made me omfg. u dont have to publish this i just wanted to talk at u and im not even sure how much of this is ‘canon’ or whatev but thats just my interpretation and what ive been thinking abt all night LMFAOOO. im so normal im soooo normal (im frothing at the mouth about to rip into csd again and again and again /pos)
OHHHHHHHHHGHGGGHG. I NEED YOU TO KNOW I STRUGGLED TO GET THROUGH THIS ASK BECAUSE I KEPT PUTTING MY PHONE DOWN, MAKING WILD HAND GESTURES, GETTING UP, THEN LEAVING TO PACE THE ROOM. SHATTERING LIKE GLASS
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how to be a better fan - venti
ship: venti x reader
synopsis: in which reader and venti get stuck in a locker and do stuck-in-a-locker related things
notes: idol!au; sequel to secret identities and whatnot
You grumbled as you peeked into the breakroom. Much to your abject irritation and unwilling relief, waiting for you inside was the lyricist extraordinaire. You had a very special reason for meeting him today, and it could only be him. It had been a year since 5WIRL formed, though it was 4NEMO at the time. You wanted to plan something special for the group.
Still, you couldn’t help but hesitate before going inside. Things have been… awkward around Venti as of late. Not long ago, you learned that he was actually your all-time favorite artist. And after all those things you told him while trying to make him upset, you–
“Oh, is that my biggest fan peeking through the door there?”
Ugh.
You pushed the door forcefully open and stomped over to the table in which he sat.
“It’s way too early for me to be dealing with you.”
He gasped.
“That’s so rude! How can you say that to your first love?”
Maybe you could choke him to death and bury the evidence somewhere. You feel you became good friends with Heizou. He’d surely help you, right?
“Anyway, I thought we could go to Dragonspine Theme Park for the group anniversary. Apparently in two weeks, they will be holding a scavenger hunt. Heizou would have fun with that, right? I think Aether is fine with anything, and as for Kazuha… I think the same for him too. My only concern is Xiao. I’m not sure if it would be too loud for him.”
Venti shrugged.
“Nah, Xiao may seem all grumpy, but I think he’d be interested. He just tends to hide that side of him, that’s all.”
You gave a hesitant smile.
“Well… if you say so. I’ll be trusting you then… I want everyone to have fun.”
He placed his chin against his hand and grinned.
“We will! Don’t worry about it. It could even rain and we still would have a great time with you.”
You blinked in surprise.
“Wait, I didn’t plan on going myself. I wanted to get you all away from work. Not even the manager is going…”
“What?” Venti gasped in surprise and took your hands in protest. “But you have to go! You’re our friend. It wouldn’t be right if you weren’t there.”
As he spoke, his beautiful emerald eyes gazed into yours imploringly. As hard as you tried to ignore the blush rising to your cheeks, the genuine tone his words took made your heart go weak. You glanced away.
“Fine, I’ll go. Besides, who knows what trouble you’ll all get up to without me there.”
You hated the way your face became even hotter with the dazzling smile that captured his lips soon after.
“Do you mind heights? Because I’d love to go on a few rollercoasters with you. Also the games. I have a pretty good aim, so I bet I can win you a ton of stuffed animals,” He exclaimed, swinging your arms in excitement.
Unable to take it any longer, you snatched back your hands and took a step away.
“Okay, okay, I get it. I said I was going. No need to pile on the charm…”
He giggled, and took a step close, a bit too close.
“Why? Is it working?”
Your heart stuttered, and that annoying flush painted your cheeks an even more vibrant color.
“You–”
Voices from the hall outside stopped you cold.
“... No, I didn’t see Venti this morning.”
“First?”
“I didn’t see them either…”
Your body reacted before your mind could. Without missing a step, you pulled Venti with you into a locker against the wall. You barely had any time to gently close it shut before four sets of footsteps walked in.
“Hmm… I thought they’d be in here. First usually likes to set up early.”
You leaned forward and squinted, doing your best to peek through the grate on the locker door. Much to your displeasure, Venti stood between you and that grate which cut off visibility more than you would have liked. It didn’t help that he kept squirming too. Was he trying to get you both caught?
“Perhaps First finally snapped and murdered our dear leader. They could be burying the body right now as we speak.”
“It’s not kind to joke about things like that, Heizou. That being said, I can’t say he wouldn’t deserve it if First did snap…”
You gave your companion a pinch when they grumbled.
“Right? Well, fret not. I’ve figured out where they are. And it looks like Xiao did too.”
“I want no part of this.”
“Really? Where are they?”
“Right this way.”
You stood frozen in place for a few seconds after 5WIRL left, but when it finally became clear they would not be coming back in, you let out a sigh of relief and rested your forehead against Venti’s shoulder. If you both were in a precarious situation before, it was that multiplied by a billion now.
“So um… mind telling me why we’re in here?” Venti asked with a nervous laugh.
You sighed.
“Isn’t it obvious? If everyone saw us both together, they’d think we’re planning something! This is supposed to be a surprise!”
“Really? I would’ve thought something else…” He mused, glancing up in thought.
“Well, regardless, they’re gone so we can get out of–”
Um…
Hmm…
You tried pushing the door one more time.
Umm…
You laughed nervously.
“Do uh… you know how to open a locker from the inside?”
Silence.
“I… can’t say I do…”
More silence.
Even more silence.
You groaned and knocked your head against the back of the locker in frustration. If you didn’t manage to find a way out, you… you didn’t even want to imagine what would happen!
“You know…” His voice serenaded sweetly, a bit too sweet, as he wrapped his arms loosely around you. “A lot of fans do want to get close to their bias, but I didn’t know you were the type as well, First.”
Though you felt heat rushing to your face, you willed with every single speck of willpower you possessed for it to subside. You could ignore your heart beating out of your chest at least for now. It was about time someone knocked him down a peg or two.
“Well, I figured for you, at least someone has to. You know, being the least popular and all…” You replied with a grin.
He gasped in offense.
“How rude!”
You knew that the last popularity polls were a bit of a touchy subject, but in all honesty, it wasn’t Venti’s fault his popularity dropped. Due to being busy with other projects and collaborations, he wasn’t able to take as active a role in 5WIRL as he used to. Still, you were ready and willing to use any ammunition you could get your hands on.
“Maybe if you were a better singer people would pay attention to you more,” you mused lightly.
Though the light that shone through the grate hid much, you couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled forth upon catching sight of his pout. You always knew he knew he was cute, but did he truly realize how adorable he was? All of his expressions were attractive, but somehow the faces he made when you won your little tiffs made your heart beat the most.
“Yeah? Well, you could be a better fan too!” He finally replied.
You laughed.
“Really? Calling you my first love wasn’t enough?”
His cheeks warmed. And as he bit his lip, you wondered if they were as soft as they looked.
“W-Well you could be more devoted…”
You leaned in slowly, pressing your body against his. You felt lightheaded.
“A-And more passionate…”
His voice shook.
“A-And… umm…”
His breath brushed against your lips.
Your eyes fluttered shut.
And then you lost your balance.
Blinded by sudden bright lights, you let out a loud squeak as you found yourself falling forward at an alarming speed. And though you hit the ground cushioned by something soft, you could only lay there in shock. What in the world just–
“See? I told you I knew where they were,” came a teasingly smooth voice.
“That didn’t mean you had to bother them…” sighed another.
“Are you alright, First? Venti?”
After finally gathering your wits enough, you looked up to see Aether smiling down apologetically at you with a hand out. And then looking down, there was Venti whom, just a few seconds before, you were about to–
“THANK YOU VERY MUCH!” You yelped, taking Aether’s hand to quickly pull you to your feet.
“I, um, I…”
You had to explain yourself. You couldn’t allow them to misunderstand! It wasn’t like you were– Sure it looked suggestive, but it wasn’t what they were thinking! You and Venti were just… You both got locked inside and– It wasn’t like–
And then came Heizou, the utter ass, with his award winning smile.
“I hope we didn’t interrupt anything.”
But upon seeing your face suddenly light aflame, his eyes widened in shock. And when he turned to Venti and saw the singer sitting up in a similar state as you, dread filled his stomach.
“W-Wait, did we really–”
“No, you’re wrong. Just shut up. I’m going now, goodbye!”
And with that, you dashed out of the room.
“I’m…. going to go after them,” Venti mumbled before following after you.
And after the door closed, the rest of 5WIRL sat in muted shock. Finally, Heizou let out a pathetic chuckle.
“Let it be said my deductions are not infallible. I should probably apologize later, shouldn't I?”
“Yes, you should.”
#genshin impact#genshin x reader#character x reader#venti#venti x reader#my writing#enjoy my first attempt at like an actual proper romance pls and ty
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"There's no way y/n is your girlfriend!" Eddie Munson x reader
!!Stranger Things Season 4 Part 2 Spoilers. Read at your own risk!!
Summary: 1986 was Eddie's year. Eddie Munson graduated on May 8th of 1986. Max never fell asleep and Eleven discovered her strength without Mike's help. The world is free of Vecna and dark secrets. Hawkin's Indiana is joined again by the Byers. And the town is cleansed of its darkness. Still, Eddie is labeled a liar as Lucas denies the fact that Eddie has a girlfriend. However, he especially doesn't believe it when Eddie claims he's dating you. His ex-babysitter plus medical records clerk who loves butterflies, lavender flowers, and stuffed crust pizza. The one girl in Hawkin's who's never touched a weed blunt in her entire life.
Warnings? None. Except for Eddie's beautiful eyes.
Pairings: Eddie
Notes: lowkey forgot nancy and robin exist in this one. sorry guyssss
No one believed Eddie. Eddie didn’t exactly have the truthful kind of reputation. The entire town still believed he was in fact a murderer.
It was only because of hopper and his girlfriend y/n that he was free.
But now. Here he was again. Being titled a liar.
“I’m just saying man,” Lucas waved his hands, “there’s no way y/n is your girlfriend! She’s like preppy and all 'i care about everyone' and you’re not. Her favorite animal is a butterfly!” Lucas snickered.
From beside him, Max shoved his side, “What!” He asked causing her to glare at him, “sorry babe I mean come on… look at her.”
He wasn’t exactly wrong. The picture of you and Eddie was undeniable but it looked staged. It was from graduation a few months ago. 7 months to be exact.
You were holding both of your hats in one hand, his hands holding both of your diplomas. To Eddie you looked downright gorgeous wearing a fitted cream and rose covered dress with ruffles that flared at your knees.
Your navy gown covered the top of the dress but the straps were think and ruffled too.
You leaned over your lips barely touching his cheek as you grinned wildly. From this angel you looked up your eyes content with staring at the corner of his eyes.
Eddie kept this picture in his wallet. It was the only one he bothered keeping knowing how much you loved pictures. You kept almost all of the pictures you guys had together and he didn’t mind. He knew it was your way of remembering.
“Come on man, she’s obviously real, don’t hate on Eddie now,” Dustin rolled his eyes attempting to back Eddie up.
Dustin turned to apologize to Eddie only to see him grinning.
Even Steve was confused. “Bro, you good?” Steve questioned causing Eddie to chuckle.
“Oh man you guys are gonna be begging for my forgiveness,” he slowly stands with a stretch.
“What? Why?” Mike questions from the booth behind the group. El was seated in front of him eagerly sipping on her vanilla shake.
Eddie fully stood now grabbing the grocery bag with the diners logo printed on it, “why do you think I didn’t eat with you hooligans? I’m bringing y/n lunch. It was just gonna be us so why don’t you come along?” He offered.
The curiosity on there faces was humorous. Without waiting on a response he began making his way towards the door.
Lucas stood up quickly, causing Dustin to turn to him, “I thought you said you didn’t believe, him?” He stated.
Causing Lucas to chuckle, “I don’t but I do wanna see Eddie embarrass himself,” he left the booth with Max behind him.
“You just don’t believe Eddie because you won’t admit Eddie is good at flirting,” Max slipped out taking the lead in front of Lucas.
Lucas scoffed while holding the door open, “He’s not that good at flirting,” and the two of them left.
The others realizing the time was short followed them too, Mike shaking his head, “There’s no way Eddie ended up with her. He deserves better,” he snickered holding El’s hand.
Steve rolled his eyes, “And so does el,” he whispered causing Will to chuckle. Having heard the older boy.
Everyone exited the diner.
Eddie walked down the street eager to see you. He knew he was coming a little early but he wanted to watch you work too. He was thankful the diner was only a few blocks away.
The building titled Family Clinic made Eddie stop. He entered the building Lucas caught up enough to hold the door for the others.
The lobby was spread out. On one end were windows covered in shades. On the other end was a glass sitting on top of a desk. On either side of the desk were two doors where the nurses normally called out for patients.
On one side of the front desk, a couple exited the clinic. They waved at you as you threw over your shoulder, “Have a good one,” with a wave.
Eddie didn’t bother to announce his presence just yet. The receptionist waved at him but said nothing knowing what he liked to do.
He nodded a greeting to the older woman and took a seat in his favorite chair you perfectly seated in his view.
“That means nothing,” Lucas scoffed as he sat next to Eddie.
Eddie didn’t even bother to reply. His eyes only on you.
Your morning was long. So long in fact that you asked off for the afternoon. You worked hard, your title as the Front Desk Coordinator giving you access to all kinds of duties. But you didn’t mind. You learned a lot. And you were thankful for the opportunity you received after your freshmen year in high school. A friend of your father's needed help so at 15 you started working.
Your mother and father divorced when you were 14. You’d seen it coming a mile away. With your father’s desperation for respect and order and your mother's anxious and loud personality, it was a miracle to you that they stayed together so long. Your mom moved to Mississippi with a teaching position. And your father finished raising you both in Hawkins. You could tell he was adamant for more and he was meant for more.
So you and your sister stayed in Hawkins when your father moved to New York for a job opportunity. You were old enough and eager to make decisions. So you remained in Hawkins with Eddie. Your sister loved her home and her friends. So with the promise to visit her father twice a year, she stayed with you. Your mother visited when you moved into your new place for a week. She had yet to meet Eddie but was eager to meet him the next time she visited. Which you hoped was soon.
Your hard working skills were the only reason they allowed you freedom. You worked hard. And they trusted that. But you were also a family friend. Which made it ten times easier to trust you.
In front of you was a stack of sealed envelopes. The patients from the year before who needed their yearly appointments were about to get a letter with the date and time of appointment.
You’d called almost everyone on your list to verbally give the appointment to as many as you could.
There were two patients left. But you decided to quit. Knowing they’d get a letter anyways. The clock turned from 12:59 to 1:00 and you stood up. You we’re thankful it was Thursday your last workday of the week.
You stood up, “Alright miss Jackson I’m gonna go. I’ll see you Monday.”
She responded, “Have a good weekend."
You didn’t bring much, so you fixed up your paperwork. It sat neatly on your shelves. You then set the envelopes in the basket, grabbed your purse, and exited the front desk door.
You sighed holding back a yawn as you recognized what you thought to be patients. However a familiar leather jacket caught your eye.
Eddie stood up just as you recognized him.
The biggest smile the others have ever seen stretched across your face as you ran towards him.
“Eddie!!” You exclaimed your heart pumping as you embraced him. The familiar smell of peppermint filled your nose as you inhaled his scent.
He chuckled, lifting you up into a hug, “hey baby,” he responded his face falling into the space of your neck.
You sighed. The stress of the day washing away. As he set you down you took a moment to admire him. His skin was soft under your hands, you held his face between your fingertips your eyes gazing into his brown ones. His cheeks moved under your hands giggling at your attention.
He shyly looked down away from your gaze as you softly smiled content in this moment.
Someone cleared there throat from behind you, “I finished that paperwork for, oh-,” Dr. Jones stopped himself at seeing you both.
Since graduation Eddie hadn’t changed very much. Dr Jones knew of your relationship with the town 'freak' but never considered it his business.
Now though. Seeing how lovingly Eddie held onto you. How even though Eddie wasn’t looking into your eyes he was still looking at you. With nothing but heart eyes.
Dr Jones grinned. He knew his friend Samuel your father didn’t like Eddie at first glance. But seeing how well he took care of you and how happy you were to see him probably fixed that right up.
You turned to face your boss, your hands dropping to tug on Eddie’s as you stepped forward, “yes sir?” You asked gripping Eddie’s right hand tighter behind you.
He squeezed to let you know he was still there.
Dr bones shook his head, “I was just gonna say I signed your paperwork. It’ll be on your desk when you return Monday, hi Eddie,” he waved to your boyfriend.
Eddie tilted his head in acknowledgment, “Hello Dr. Jones. Good to see you,” he waved with his free hand.
You smiled the interaction enough to make you warm, “I’ll open Monday morning just so I can fax those for you,” you stated causing him to nod.
“I’d stop you, but you’d do it anyways,” he called out as he stepped back into the office.
Now the foyer was empty. Save for the others.
“Hey guys,” you smiled waving at the kids and Steve and Jonathan, now you turned to Eddie pulling him towards the door for outside, “come on I’m hungry.”
Dustin snickered, causing Lucas to lick his lips his mouth dry from keeping it open, “that doesn’t mean anything! He could be paying her,” he defended himself before racing after the couple.
Steve shook his head, “he’s gonna be even more embarrassed once he realizes how obviously they’re in love,” he rubbed the area between his eyebrows a tired look in his eyes.
Max laughed, “more fun for me,” before following her boyfriend.
El paused confusion on her face, “Why is it hard for him to see? They’ve been dating for two years now,” she followed slowly after Mike.
Mike paused, “Wait. What?” He turned slowly to face her.
El nodded, “Y/n had dad run a background check on him when he asked her out and then she also helped to free Eddie from the charges against him,” she stated nonchalantly as she passed Mike.
Steve and Jonathan knew what she meant, and Dustin already knew the story. He’d been third wheeling you guys since he was a freshman. He never hated it. In fact, he loved to see you and Eddie happy and even invited himself on many of your dates.
Eddie never tried keeping you a secret. And you never tried keeping him a secret. The dynamics in your relationship just allowed that to happen. You weren't very big on PDA. You had your different interests in high school and with the world falling apart in '85 there were plenty of opportunities for you both to be distracted. Dustin also knew your relationship was intimate for a reason which is why he and the others decided to allow you guys peace. They didn't talk about your relationship outside of those who knew.
You and Eddie were grateful they didn't.
Lucas was walking fast beside Eddie. You were leaned into his right side your fingers clasped together.
“No because this doesn’t make sense! You guys were never making out in the hallways we never saw you guys together!! And first of all why does Eddie only have one picture of you??” Lucas spoke rapidly attempting to make sense of the situation.
You could only find this funny. Your box braids fell over your shoulder as Lucas finally whispered, “and how did I not know Eddie liked chocolate??” It seemed as if his entire life was falling apart with that last question.
You choked on your spit, the laughter falling from your lips causing you to stop walking. Your stomach hurt as you leaned forward, wheezing with laughter.
Eddie was embarrassed. “Dude come on, I liked all ladies!” He attempted to assure, “but y/n is the one for me,” he added as you attempted to pull yourself together.
“HAHA LUCAS you should have seen your face,” you couldn’t catch your breathe, “please!! It was so… so so funny. It looks like you don’t know what’s right and wrong or what’s black and white anymore,” You choked as you fell to a crouch holding your stomach.
Now Lucas was embarrassed. “Can you blame me?? The guy I looked up to for at least the first few months of highschool has secretly been dating my old babysitter. I mean come on it’s like I’ve been lied to!! I didn’t even know Eddie was your type,” he whined at the end defending himself.
Eddie snorted at that. “Don’t worry Sinclair I wasn’t. You can imagine my surprise when I got a letter in the mail saying someone was looking into my back ground history,” Eddie slung his hand around you now as you stood.
You shrugged, “Can you blame me? The only thing I knew about you was that you sold drugs to students. But babe you know I already admired you,” you added as leaned back into his side.
Lucas was even more confused. “Wait if he wasn’t your type…. Why did you admire him?” He asked putting the pieces together. The others had joined them also eager to hear the story.
Eddie turned you wondering what you would say.
You stared at him as you spoke, “two things. First, he was so passionate and straightforward about who he was,” Eddie smiled at you, “He didn’t dare change to fit into society's idea of a man. And when he was threatened by others he continued being himself without harming or putting others at risk,” you looked down as if remembering something. You looked back up, catching his eyes that were now concerned, “and second his eyes. They were the most beautiful, soft, and life-filled eyes I’ve seen in my entire life. I knew there was nothing dangerous behind those eyes even before I did that background check. I just did that so my dad wouldn’t second guess me,” you cleared your throat. Your dad had a habit of pulling the 'I'm best friends with the police chief' card at any boy who could inconvenience you.
Eddie leaned forward his arms wrapping around you as he hugged you.
He pulled back your body turning to face the others as he pulled you close again tucking you into him.
The others minus Mike were staring at you both in awe. (mike what an ahole) It was as if they’d seen real love. For the first time. And they had.
Eddie smiled, “That was nothing. You should see the letters she writes me, I never knew someone could be so beautiful in words,” he leaned closer to you whispering the last bit as he kissed your cheek.
Your cheeks burned. They were warm to the touch. And the others could even see your skin shift to a soft pink your cheeks and nose darkening at their gazes.
Max sighed, “Wow.”
Lucas shook his head, “Wait. How did you get the police to let you see his records? I didn’t even know civilians could run background checks,” he looked between the both of you now.
Jonathan sighed, “Hopper did it for her, Lucas.” He was bored of the back and forth, a part of him wondering why you didn't just explain everything from the top. Including your role in the fight.
Lucas was even more confused. Ever since you stopped babysitting them when they turned 14 he’d stopped keeping up with you. He realized now that was mostly his fault as Dustin had easily kept up with you.
The eyes moved from Jonathan to you waiting on an explanation.
You sighed, “You see when I was a kid I wanted to be a detective. Hopper and my dad were friends so Hopper would let me solve cases that were already solved with the evidence they started off with. Since we didn’t have too many cases in our town he let me branch into other cases in other towns. I got really good and before I knew it I was ten and eleven figuring out the cases before the officers did," you smiled fondly at the memory, "When I became a freshman my uncle needed my help with the clinic he owns so I quit my dream to become a medical records clerk. So I started working there when I was about 15. Because hopper and I worked together when I was younger I built a connection and voila any guy I was interested in whether I liked it or not had a background check run on them. So when I was old enough to date I decided to go ahead and do it on my own.” You sucked in a breath long-winded.
Max’s eyes widened, “woah. That’s so cool. I thought you could only have one career,” she mumbled in thought.
You shook your head, “some people think that way, but I think you have enough time to try it all,” you finished with a smile.
Mike spoke up next, “So wait El says you got Eddie’s charges dropped how’d that happen?” He asked now.
No one really knew what made the charges drop. Not even Eddie. All the town knew was that Eddie wasn’t guilty.
Only you and Hopper carried the truth on your shoulders.
You didn’t feel comfortable answering that question in public, “why don’t you guys come by Eddie and I place tonight for dinner?” You asked holding the basket closely in your hands. The envelopes shifted with the weight reminding you that you needed to take them to the post office.
“WAIT. YOU and EDDIE LIVE TOGETHER??”
Lucas was clearly distraught.
#eddie munson#eddie stranger things#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson graduates#stranger things#stranger things x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x preppy girl#eddie munson x soft girl#stranger things 4#stranger things 4 spoilers#stranger things season 4#eddie munson is in love#steve harrington best friend vibes#steve harrington#dustin henderson#max mayfield#lucas sinclair#lucas x max#jonathan byers#will byers#mike wheeler#elmike#eleven hopper#chief hopper#hawkins high#hawkins#stranger things party
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If Hunter was a Caregiver ☕ (headcanons)
💬 A/N : Only since there's like two caregiver hunter posts, so caregiver!Hunter deserves some love too. (Not 100% accurate hc btw)
🌲| you kept your age regression a secret, and only trusting about one or two of your friends to keep it a secret (Luz and Gus). But once hunter became speculated of something he asked if you wanted to talk about it
🌾| once he figured it out (or you told him) he didn't understand it at first, but he ended up supporting your coping mechanism (or you do it for fun) spite not fully understanding
🩹| "Do whatever you want to do, I'm not the one to judge of what you do in your spare time. If you ever need anything you can come to me anytime"
📝| once he became your permanent caregiver education was a must in his book. During the travels and an hour before bedtime, he'd try and keep your mind sharp with things like geometry, science and knowing your shapes and numbers. He won't let it go, and if you're fussy with it he'd let you take breaks. But if it's something you physically can't or won't do, he won't force it on you completely
☕| strict caregiver at first, but then becoming relatively more soft and protective. He's not overprotective or anything, but he'd get upset and sometimes frantic if he doesn't know where you are.
🧣| he puts his hoodies/coats on you if you get cold. If you're outside and you're cold he'd personally give you the hoodie or whatever he was wearing to keep you warm. Even sometimes putting it on your shoulders before carrying you in his arms
🧮| a perfect someone who you can go to for show and tell. He absolutely loves to watch the things you make for him. Wether that be drawing, coloring, arts and crafts or really anything like objects.. (rocks, pillows or stuffed animals). When not making something, he participates into things you do while little. and he may not may not have a tapping stim
☀️| If you take medication he'd find a way to make it more fun for you. He'd usually spend up to an hour to convince you or think of a way to make the experience more.. exciting.
☁️| if he has a bad day he'd ask if he could color with you or watch a movie with you. He never lets his negative feelings ruin your time in agere; however just a hug from you or just spending time with you would make his day
🍵| the only few people he's willing to let babysit you is Luz, Gus and Willow. If it's anyone else he'd probably be WILLING to let them babysit you just depends how close he is with that said person. Aaaand a few exceptions here and there
🎶| I like to imagine he set up a playlist just for you. or he'd just sing for you no matter if he couldn't sing or not.. the thought is nice though
🐦| Flapjack stays close to you if Hunter isn't nearby. And most of the time is seen perched on your shoulder while you do your thing.
💛| I feel like he would be between a Guardian caregiver and a big brother CG.
🐾| if you're a pet regressor, he'd buy heaps of chew toys and loves to scratch behind your ears if you let him. Depending which animal you regressed to, he'd make foods more suitable for you. (Ex; if you're a bunny regressor he'll make carrots and verities of vegetables)
🧇| your main petname (if you don't mind petnames and/or nicknames) are "kid/buddy"
🧇| “Hey, Kid, can you come over here for a second? I need you to deliver something to Willow. Can you do that for me? Yeah?.. awesome!"
💬| he will always keep you on your feet during the day (mostly) and lets you run little errands as your little heart wants. But he makes sure you can't go far. if you happen to do so, he'll come up to you and gently nudge you to where you need to go.
🍉| he doesn't regress, but he loves to sometimes join into the mischief you end up getting yourself into. Once when being babysat by Willow you pulled the puppy eyes to get what you wanted (he was there) and would do the puppy eyes with you.
#sfw agere#endos dni#agerespace#safe agere#fandom agere#headcanon#hunter toh#Hunter toh agere#toh agere#agere blog
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Ngl i dont have any specific questions about streamer au im just hungry for more lore _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ …
M-may we have some more lore please _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ … _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ … _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ … _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ … _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ … _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ … _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ … _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ … _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ … _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ … _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ … _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ … _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ … _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ … _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ … _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ … _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ … _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ … _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ … _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ … _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ …
BEATING Y'ALL BACK WITH A MOP HANDLE..........
Here's some random lore in no particular order:
The basis of how they met is a mystery and has never been genuinely revealed. Any time a fan asks, Sun and Moon change up their story - some of them can be a little outlandish.
Prior to starting their streaming careers, Sun was a child's care specialist. Not the kind with a medical degree, but the kind that volunteered at summer camps and libraries. He could never find a job to settle into beyond this and hopped around often. Moon, on the other hand, held a graveyard shift at the same company (name redacted) for over half a decade. He had something of an existential crisis and just up and quit one night. Fell into a weird depressive hole for a while. Then discovered Sun's videos - which were so warm and kind and engaging that it returned his own passion for life - and decided to give videos (and eventually streaming) a shot himself.
Sun doesn't know he's the reason Moon first got into the career. He's never been told. It's a secret Moon will likely take to his grave.
They started their channels separately and both were only beginners with a low fanbase when they officially met in person.
Moon did game streams long before Sun did, and Sun uploaded DIY videos long before Moon did. Moon spent a couple months convincing Sun to give streaming a shot (he knew he'd be good at it) and Sun eventually agreed - with the condition that Moon do a hobby video outside of streaming, which is how his love for (and videos of) crocheting began.
Moon has a collection of stuffed animals himself (most of them gifts from Sun) but those are kept tucked away from the camera. He only got into refurbishment after something happened to Sun's favorite stuffie. The heartbreak he faced at having to toss the stuffie out was enough to stir Moon into action, digging them out of the trash and spending the entire night looking up how-to videos. He de-stuffed, cleaned, re-stuffed, brushed, patched, and sewed until it was good as new. Sun cried. Moon's hobby for it was born soon after.
Moon was the one to bring Rainbow home. She followed him all the way from an errand trip and he just…couldn't say no. He wanted to call her Raincloud (because that's what her color reminded him of) but Sun wanted to call her Little Bow (because of the bow Moon had tied as a makeshift collar before Sun came home), and eventually they settled on a tie between the two. Ironically, their nicknames switched after a time. Maybe because it reminded them of each other? 😊
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Hide 2, kimi 2, 7, and 13 for any au!
Alright! Pardon the wait,
2. Hide headcanon,
Collects those little eraser animal things and hands them out like candy. You're having a bad day? Eraser zebra on your desk. You're proud of yourself? Eraser penguin appears in your jacket pocket. Confused and stressed? Eraser lion. Do not ask when he put them there, he'll just dodge the question and use it as a transition to talk about why he gave them to you. The secrets of his stealth are unfathomable to any mere mortal, just accept your new friend and let it bring you strength.
2. Kimi headcanon!
Impressively talented at arcade games, she will kick your ass. It's a combination of knowing all the tricks to beating their scams and raw skill. Nishiki had a very rude awakening to this when he had this whole grand plan for a nice date, where he was going to win her something from the claw machine and then they'd get icecream together. Only to witness these plans crumble as he was beaten 6 times in pinball, and witnessed her break the laws of physics to grab exactly the stuffed animal she wanted from the claw machine 3 times in a row without dropping them.
She gave him one and he's a little bit afraid of it.
7. Angst headcanon
I'm not a very angst-ish person by nature regardless of what my fics/drawings might suggest but I'll try my best...
Rotten Follow is a quinque made from Shikorae's deceased older brother, something that undeniably has extremely polarizing emotions tied to it because on one hand the memory of his brother seems to be the only thing he's managed to hold on to, but he was also tortured into a catatonic state with that quinque and only kept alive by the small bits of his brother's body he was fed over the years which is YIKES even for Tokyo Ghoul. As much as I love Shikorae I do think he is a prime example of the prioritization of "dark" subjects over logic as well as several other issues with the portrayal of villainous ghouls in the story.
Anyways, with all this context in mind I don't think it's too much of a reach to say that Shikorae's rampage could've been motivated by the inheritor of Rotten Follow after Furuta (Whoever that could be) and a simple desire to chase after any trace of his brother. Because he's never been shown to be explicitly malicious (given he hasn't been shown as the contrary either) simply following orders and hunger.
13. A headcanon about a AU (of your preference)
Not great at AU's either because I'm mostly fond of minor alterations that have ripple effects and no one wants to hear me ramble for 3 paragraphs about how if Furuta lived who's to say his RC system couldn't get worse actually- anyways may's just around the corner so mermaid AU, exclusively with some of my favorites and also Arima:
Hanbee would be a False Killer Whale
Juuzou would be a Bottlenose (They form partnerships sometimes it's really interesting)
Hairu's a River Dolphin.
Arima's a Sperm Whale.
Rize's a Giant Pacific Octopus or Great White.
Furuta's a Mimic Octopus.
Koori's a Blue Pinoy Angelfish.
Uta's a Killer Whale
Renji's an Angel Shark or Thresher
Itori's a mantis shrimp
#I know an obnoxious amount about sea life actually because I went through a really aggressive phase as a child#where I wanted to be a an underwater archaeologist and I was convinced I needed to know all the current sea life so I'd be certain#the fossil was actually a dinosaur. But I tried to keep these fairly well-known.#miscellaneous not-art things#zeph answers questions about media/characters/ships#tokyo ghoul
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Chapter Two
Harry received a response the following evening which was a little surprising considering Kreasiara Institute was a long flight for owls. He had received the letter at dinner but had waited until he was back in his dorm room to actually open it.
Dear Harry,
I must confess I am surprised to receive your letter. The Potter Family has always been very close knit and has always kept track of our members since the 1700s. However, as my father said, when my best friend came to live with us 'the more the merrier'.
I would love to tell you about the Potter Family. As much as you would love to hear. My other two kids are not interested in our past and family. Though occasionally I can get a story out about a family member that I remember.
Before I do that, however, I would feel better verifying this information. When I was 20 my wife gave birth to twin boys. This was the height of the War, and we were members of the Order, making this a very stressful, but joyous time. We had to go into hiding and regrettably; we chose the wrong person as our secret keeper. He betrayed our location to Voldemort in 1981, three months after my son's first birthday.
One son remained untouched and in his crib, but the attacker took the other twin that night with only a few items. You mentioned being adopted and only having a few items that belong to you, which is why I am telling you this. My son, Harry, coincidentally, had four stuffed animals and a baby blanket he slept with every night. He wouldn't be in a separate room without them, which was quite the hassle for us when traveling, but it was quite adorable.
These four animals had tags with their names on them. It's a family joke. The animals were a wolf, a dog, a stag, and a rat and the names were Moony, Padfoot, Prongs, and Wormtail. The baby blanket is handmade, knitted by my mother and my wife. My mother had started both blankets, but had passed before she could finish them, so my wife finished them.
If you did the Bloodline Potion, I think you did, then it would have revealed me to be your biological father. If that is the case, just know you ended up in that orphanage by mistake. Your mother and I never would have given you up. Your twin brother, Charlie, was the harder baby. He would have been the one to go for sure. I'm joking. I love my kids, all of them equally, and never would have given them away.
Lunch sounds great. I work at Hogwarts currently to stay close with my kids while they go to school, but as a professor I may leave when I need or want to as long as preparations have been made. I know little about Kreasiara Institute, but I am more than willing to go there and sit with you if that is required.
I hope to hear from you soon.
Yours,
James.
To say Harry was shocked and confused would be a vast understatement.
He was... Stolen? Kidnapped?
Harry set the letter down on his desk and sat back in his chair letting it sink in. He decided to set the letter aside and focus on his homework for his other classes until he knew what to do. It was only Wednesday evening after all he had a few days before the weekend arrived.
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After four days without a reply, James decided, against his better judgment, to go to Kreasiara Institute himself. He was desperate and he needed answers. He feared that if he let it go too long Harry would never contact him again and that just couldn’t happen. It took a few hours on Sunday to figure out where exactly Kreasiara Institute was located and how to get there, but after that James was able to plan his trip easily enough. Asking Remus to cover his classes without telling him the reason why was harder, but eventually he was entering the Headmaster’s Office of Kreasiara Institute.
“Lord Potter, it's a pleasure to meet you. I’m Headmaster Cox.”
“You poor guy.” James said unable to help himself, the Headmaster thankfully laughed good naturally.
“I’ve heard it all. Every generation thinks they’re creative with a new one and I have to beak their spirits to tell them I’ve heard it before. They grow out of it after a few years. So, what do we owe the pleasure, we do accept transfer students as long as they pass the required tests if that is what you are here for.”
“No not that. I was contacted by one of your students a few days ago for a class assignment.”
“Magical Families?”
“That’s the one.”
“Say no more. Though I must admit I am surprised. I can take you to the professor. He should have a free period now. He can help you contact the student.”
“Great, Thank you.”
James followed the headmaster through the castle corridors. They stopped outside an open door and an older man with white curly hair sat behind his desk.
“Professor Maldonado, this is Lord Potter. A student of yours contacted him.” The headmaster introduced him.
“Ah yes Harry I remember. Are you here to speak to him? His class starts in ten minutes. I don't mind releasing him for the period.” The headmaster took his leave nodding to them both before he turned and left the room leaving James alone with the professor.
“No, I was actually hoping you had a copy of this bloodline result? The Potters have always kept track of our bloodline and family members, even the ones who went and married muggles. Not saying an illegitimate child isn’t a possibility, but I was hoping to have a little more information about his specific lineage from the family to better help him. That way I’m not giving him unneeded information.” James lied through his teeth, but he made sure to keep a respectful smile on his face to hopefully hide the fact.
“Oh no I do not I’m afraid. We only make one copy and due to the sensitive nature of the information we let the students keep it. We also make the students hide the biological information from us so we can’t see it, we only need to know their closest magical family after all. But Harry I’m sure wouldn’t mind letting you see it. He’s a great student, top in all his classes actually despite his young age.”
“Young age? I assumed he was in his sixth year.”
“Seventh year actually.” All of James’ hopes were crushed by those two words, his shoulders sagging a little. A chime rang through the castle and by the sounds of students in the corridor, James assumed that meant the end of class, “You’re welcome to sit in if you’d like.”
“Oh, I don’t know if-“
“Ah! Harry, just the boy we were talking about!”
James turned towards the door expecting to see a boy with some Potter traits, maybe the unruly hair or the popular hazel eyes. If there were illegitimate children out there, then James was their only family, and he would never turn away family. However, he saw himself. Not an exact replica of course, but there was no denying that Harry, his Harry, had just entered the classroom. Harry looked up from his books he was carrying, and James was met with bright emerald eyes that had a shine to them that was almost unnatural. The young teen stared at him for a moment clearly confused then something must have registered as he came towards them.
“Hi. I was going to respond I promise. I got caught up in studying for my other classes and honestly it was sort of shocking. I wanted to talk to my Papa, but he’s out of the country at the moment.”
“Harry you can be excused for this class. The class will be going to the library to find books and resource material anyway.” Maldonado said handing Harry a black journal, “notes, resources, direct quotes, drafts, anything. It will expand as needed and at the end of the year you’ll turn this in with your final report. Just so we can read where you got your information.”
“Of course. See you in the next class then.” James followed Harry out of the classroom, “I really did mean to reply to you, it’s just I didn’t know what to say. I also wanted to talk to my Papa about the situation.” James chuckled as he shoved his hands into his robe pocket walking beside his son who was alive and right there within touching distance.
“It’s quite alright. I just wanted to know if what I was thinking was true or not. I was desperate to be honest.”
“Can’t say I blame you. I am quite great.”
“Not conceited at all.” James joked watching as Harry grinned, chuffing lightly.
“We can go outside. I can show you the test there and we can talk.”
They walked through a beautiful courtyard that put Hogwarts’ to shame by a lot. Though James still preferred Hogwarts over this, Kreasiara Institute practically had ‘I’m richer than you’ on every wall. Past the courtyard was a perfectly trimmed and cared for grounds, a Willow tree rested against a lake with a picnic table underneath it that Harry headed towards.
They sat opposite of each other, Harry placing his books on the table and his bag on the bench beside him. As Harry dug into his school bag James noticed a graded paper on top of his books so he tilted his head a little to get a better look. A red 1000% was on the corner and under it was an O+ now he was even more intrigued.
“Do you mind?” James asked, reaching for the parchment, Harry at him then his paper then shook his head.
“Go for it.” As he said that he pulled out a scroll holder and set it on the table between them, “That’s the test and that is just an essay from last term.
“ Just an essay? You got a perfect score.”
“Well yeah.” Harry said as if that shouldn’t be such a surprise, “There’s a reason why I’m top of my graduating class this year.”
Which reminds him…
“Speaking of you’re only sixteen. You do know that right?” James asked
“I started school at age 10 under the recommendations of healers. My magic was growing at a rapid pace, and I couldn’t control it anymore. According to Papa my magic had always been strong for a child, but after an accident it grew faster and stronger.”
“So, you’re the youngest in your year and the top of the class. That’s impressive.” Harry shrugged at James’ praise.
“I am very ambitious.”
“Do you mind if I take this with me to read it?” James asked, holding the essay.
“Keep it or else my Papa will add it to the wall of embarrassment at the house. You’d love it, it has pictures of me from when I was first adopted to three weeks ago when Papa caught me sleeping with my baby blanket and stuffies. There is a very good explanation for that.” Harry said quickly defending himself when James looked at him with a raised brow and a slow smile spreading across his face.
“Oh really? Do tell.”
“I…got scared and needed my MooMoo to protect me. Simple as that. Perfectly reasonable so there is no need to look further into it.”
“Your MooMoo?”
“Yes. Don’t give me that look, I was like three, okay.”
“Actually, you were one.”
“I’ve always said that?”
“Oh yes. Those were your first words. Your mother was pissed. You had been making the ‘m’ sound for about a week before then and we were all convinced you’d say mama. Then Remus or as we call him Moony came through the front door and you lit up and screamed ‘Moo Moo!’. And that is how you became Remus's favorite for about two months until you finally said Dada. Then you were all mine again.”
“So I have a twin brother?” Harry asked.
“You do. His name is Charlie, he's in his sixth year at Hogwarts. You also have a little sister, Ariel. She's in her third year. Then there’s your godfather, Sirius and his husband, Remus. Remus is Charlie’s godfather. Though we all live together at the family manor, so really, they’re sort of like two other dads who are more lenient with the rules.”
“It’s just Papa and I. Well there was Papa’s husband for a little while, but he and Papa got a divorce years ago and we don’t speak to each other anymore. I have family friends who are like my aunts and uncles, I talk to Uncle Frankie the most. He’s a werewolf pack leader near the forest we live by. Papa is a Healer for werewolves and other magical creatures like them.”
“Well that’s good I don’t have to worry about anyone being upset that I introduce you to a werewolf then.”
“Going by his very original nickname and plushie choice, I’m assuming it’s Remus?”
“Yes. He was bitten as a kid, revenge against his father by Fenrir Greyback. Dumbledore allowed him to come to Hogwarts as a student after safety precautions were in place and we met there. We were all in Gryffindor house. We found out Remus was a werewolf when we were thirteen and came up with a plan to become animagi to be with him on the full moons, so he wasn’t alone. At fifteen we finally succeeded. I was a stag and Sirius was a large black dog.”
It did not escape Harry’s notice that James didn’t mention the rat, so Harry didn’t either.
“So tell me about this project of yours.”
“Well it can be about any generation or era I want it to be about. It has to be at least two thousand words for the essay and I have to do a family tree that follows who and what is mentioned. The people and the historical events, if there are any.”
“Two thousand words? Really?”
“Well it goes towards my NEWT scores, so that's the bare minimum. It’s why we are given so long to do it.”
“Do you have a time you want to look into?”
“I’m not sure. What’s the most recent historical event and we’ll go from there.”
“The most recent?” James asked, watching as Harry nodded, “The most recent is actually about you.”
“Me? What? Why?” Harry asked, frowning.
“In 1980 before you were born a prophecy was made about Voldemort and the one destined to be his downfall. The month mentioned in the prophecy passed and there were two babies born that fit. Neville Longbottom was born on July 30 just before midnight and you were born July 31st just before midnight. That is the reason we went into hiding, someone told Dumbledore Voldemort thought you were the most likely threat. No one knows why he chose you, but he did and we chose the wrong man to be the secret keeper. He betrayed our location and Voldemort came after us in 1981.”
“Really? I mean…I always figured my birth family was attacked by Voldemort. Well it was the conclusion Papa and I made after enough nightmares. Though you clearly survived.” James nodded, putting the nightmare comment to the side for now to come back to later.
“Charlie was spared, your mother and I were under a fake death curse but we were able to hear everything. He cast the killing curse at you, the entire house filled with this deathly green light then smoke then miraculously we heard you crying. Screaming your lungs out as if in pain, we couldn’t move and eventually we lost consciousness.
“We woke up in St. Mungo’s and you were gone and the papers, before they knew you were missing, named you The Boy Who Lived. The first person to ever survive the killing curse, the person who defeated Voldemort and ended the war. For months the papers sent out massive rewards for any tips on your whereabouts, but eventually they came to the same conclusion everyone else did eventually. That you had been killed in revenge or maybe you were being raised in a torturous home. No one really knew for sure.”
“Why me? Why not my twin brother?”
“Charlie was born on August 1st at 12:15am. He wasn’t the prophecy child only you and Neville were.”
“So why not Neville?”
“We don’t know what made him choose you. Actually very little is known about him and who he was before he was Voldemort.”
“Okay…so maybe not recent history.” Harry said scratching at his forehead making James frown as he spotted what looked to be some type of scar.
“What happened there?” James asked, grabbing Harry’s wrist. He moved Harry’s hair away from his forehead revealing a lightning bolt scar that started at the right temple breaking off into seven branches with three zigzags for each branch. Almost like the wand movement of the Killing Curse was scarred on his forehead seven times.
“Oh that? Papa says I’ve always had it.”
“No...definitely not as a baby. Does it hurt at all?”
“No I forgot about it honestly. Well sometimes I get these weird dreams or nightmares and it tingles a little, but other than that no pain.”
“That’s good.” James said though he was still frowning as he sat back on the bench deciding to not ask about the nightmare this time.
“So what’s the coolest history of the family?”
“Tell you what. Why don’t I get the family book for you and you can look for yourself. I’ll bring it to you sometime this week then maybe this weekend we can get lunch? You can meet the others.”
“That works. There’s a few lunch spots in Ballycastle, it’s the magic town near the school just a short walk from here. Papa says it’s what Hogsmeade is for Hogwarts students.”
“You should invite him too. I’d like to meet him and I’m sure everyone else would too.”
“I’ll extend the invite.”
They stayed outside talking about small things until the next chime was heard then James walked Harry to his next class, History of Magic where Harry surprised him by hugging him in front of almost everyone. Something no sixteen year old boy would typically do, but James treasured it as he hugged him a little tighter.
“See you later.” Harry said, smiling at him.
“Wednesday or Thursday, I’ll bring the book for you. It’s not something an owl can deliver.” Harry nodded as he headed into his class. James lingered only for a moment before he turned and headed back to Hogwarts.
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The Obey Me boys with an MC that has chubby cheeks 🥺
They’re so soft and squishy and they don’t mind it when people squish, kiss, or rub their face. You know how you can see the outline of someone’s face when they aren’t looking at you? MC just has this large lump on their’s cuz of how round their cheeks are, it’s adorable. If they pout, that’s a weapon of mass destruction and cuteness.
These are short so hope that’s okay and reader is gender neutral! And these were adorable 😫
The Brothers Reacting to MC with Chubby Cheeks
Lucifer
Okay even he can admit how cute you are
But don’t think about using this against him because it won’t work. His brothers may be weak willed enough to fall to you, but not him. What he says is final, no questions asked, no ifs ands or buts
...
Okay he might be able to make an exception this time, but don’t push your luck
Loves to tease you when it’s just you two. LOVES to touch them without his gloves on, he looks forward to it everyday
Come to his room when he’s working or stressed and sit on his lap, and watch him crumble internally. His hands will be on your cheeks before you know it and paperwork will be forgotten (he started to realize that when you do come in, it’s your way of saying that he needs a break, and he stopped trying to fight you after you pouted right in his face. Hasn’t even pretended to ignore you ever since, already putting his pen down when you open the door)
Just making you smile works for him. Just seeing your non-threatening pout or getting the chance to caress your cheeks is more than enough for him
Mammon
MC, you have to stop looking at him like that, he can’t focus when you do and he has a reputation to keep up!
He can’t even do his tsundere act because as soon as you start to jut your lip out he blushes like crazy and caves in, acting annoyed but he really really likes it
“Fine MC, just stop lookin’ at me like that will ya?!”
He’s lying MC don’t stop because he’s a sucker for it lmao
Will unknowingly squish your cheeks together when A. when he gets super excited about a new way you guys can earn some Grimm, or B. when you save him from his brothers wrath after he messes up
He still blushes like crazy and acts like it was an accident but somehow still finds a way to do it every day, and you pretend that you don’t see the longing look in his eyes when he moves his hands
Please move his hands back to your cheeks, and he’ll be bragging about it for the next hundred years about how you can’t resist the Great Mammon
Pokes at your lumps to get your attention, and his heart races at the giggles you let out
Just let him hold your face after a rough day or when he’s being vulnerable and it makes him feel so much better
You make him feel so much better
Leviathan
HE DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO HANDLE IT
Are your cheeks really like this?? Like this is real??? It’s not special effects???
The first time you pouted in front of him he froze and just...shut down. You went to put your hand on his forehead to check his temperature, and then he just had a very loud and energetic moment of fanboying over your cheeks
You’re very scared that he’ll either have a heart attack or spontaneously combust (honestly both)
Let him poke them after you said it’s okay for the 1000th time and he’s in heaven (how ironic). It’s just like in anime, but it’s real life and it’s you
Reenact anime scenes or do anime poses with your cheeks puffed out (even better if you’re in cosplay), and you’ll never be leaving his room
Pout while you’re losing the game and he might go easier on you the next round (or he might go harder just to see you pout lmao)
Your cheeks ARE a weapon of mass destruction to him, and it’s not fair when you use it on him! Do you know how fast his heart is already beating because of you, and now you do THIS?!
You don’t even know the power that you hold over him, do you? Your cuteness is too powerful for him to handle he’s not strong enough!!!
But for a normie you are kinda cute though and can be touched, unlike the 2D characters he’s used to...
You actually have your own fan club because of your cheeks that he may or may not have secretly started himself
Satan
Loves to tease you, and doesn’t care if it’s in front of people (ie. his brothers)
The CEO of squishing your cheeks. He LIVES for cupping your cheeks, the little squeaks that you make when he catches you off guard just makes his heart jump
He’s so used to doing this to cats that it’s second nature for him
When he starts to get irritated or when he gets sucked into reading and ignores everything else, plop your face against his and pout/puff your cheeks out and he won’t be able to resist for long
If you rub your cheeks against his he is PUTTY in your hands
Placing chaste kisses on them after a long study session >>>>>>
You’re just too delicate for your own good MC, and if you don’t stop pouting he might lose control. He’s so deep in love with you, it’s hard to maintain his composure sometimes, and your cheeks are not helping his situation
But trust me he’s not complaining
Maybe he should invite for another one on one study session...
Asmodeus
MC you are just so adorable! You and your cheeks are just the cutest thing he has ever seen
Next to him of course
You guys take selfies everyday and it’s almost always cheek to cheek. He can’t help it, you’re too cute and his adoring fans just have to see it. You two are a power couple of cuteness ESPECIALLY when you pout
Your fan club and his fan club ships you guys because of how cute your pictures look together. Asmo’s fan club has set aside their differences with yours because let’s face it: you guys are the power couple
Kisses your cheeks all day, every day. Has no shame about it either. In public or behind closed doors, those cheeks are just begging for him!
Rub, squeeze, kiss, he does it all
GRASPING YOUR CHEEKS TO RUB YOUR NOSES TOGETHER >>>>>>
But in all seriousness, he loves giving you affection. Giving affection to someone who is not only one of the most captivating beings he’s ever met, but someone that he is genuinely in love with makes him feel happiness that he’s never felt before
And he doesn’t want it to end anytime soon
Beelzebub
Is the main one mesmerized by your cheeks (besides from Levi)
Do you have food stuffed in them? Like how squirrels do?
That’s honestly a good idea and wishes that he can do it but he’ll just end up eating it :(
Kept poking and stretching your cheeks out gently to see, didn’t believe you because you were giggling so much
Was surprised (and a little disappointed) when you didn’t have food in them, but your adorableness made up for it (and he likes to hear your laugh)
If he’s looking for you in the school’s hallways, he just has to look for your cheeks poking out and he’s already found you lmao
You actually got nervous one time when he approached you, expression deadly serious, and just stared at you. You began to question him (was that custard you ate his? If so, you need to start running ASAP) when he just placed his hands on them and started smiling
“Your cheeks are really soft MC, it reminds me of Madame Screams mini cupcakes...but they’re even softer.”
No seriously he is amazed by this revelation
He always asks if it’s okay before he touches them, now becomes his favorite part of his day
Likes to share/feed his food to see if they get bigger, (but also just wants to eat with you)
He isn’t into clubs but he’s a proud member of Levi’s secret fan club
Belphegor
He definitely tries to fall asleep on them, found out it was uncomfortable for you and begrudgingly agreed to just have some way of touching them when you guys nap
Actually just found a new way to cuddle: you’re laying on top and he gets to wrap his arms and tail around you. Everyone’s happy!
You and your cheeks are required for his daily naps, and if you want him to get his well-needed rest (and his cuddles that he whines about all day) then you have to nap with him. He doesn’t make the rules MC, he only follows them
Please go nap with him he always feel so relaxed when you’re around and instead of dreaming you by his side you’ll really be there, and he really misses you
Pokes and stretches your cheeks out when he wants to annoy/tease you, but really just wants to tease you
He tries to fight back a blush when you do that sweet laugh that he loves to hear when he does mess with you, fails miserably at it (but he doesn’t stop messing with them and he can’t hide his smile
Has compared them to pillows, and testify that your cheeks >>> regular pillows
If you do try to pout and ignore him, he just squishes and pokes at your lump and awaits for your giggles
He’s another one obsessed with your cheeks (really they all are lmao) but you’ll never hear him say it out loud
Has joined the fan club with Beel
#obey me reader insert#obey me#obey me swd#obey me x reader#obey me lucifer x reader#obey me mammon x reader#obey me leviathan x reader#obey me levi x reader#obey me satan x reader#obey me asmodeus x reader#obey me asmo x reader#obey me beelzebub x reader#obey me beel x reader#obey me belphegor x reader#obey me belphie x reader
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may i ask for any comfort hcs you have? 👉👈
ofc u can hun!! i hope ur doing ok to ask <3!!
Obey Me Comfort HCs!
Luke loves to plan events almost as much as the actual event! He really likes writing invitations, tucking his letters(these usually a piece of paper folded on itself and kept together with a sticker) underneath the doors of Simeon and Solomon. You usually get ones in his nice envelopes, he can't buy them often being in Devildom but still has scattered "no demons allowed" "MC's eyes only" and such in tiny font across the front and back of said envelope.
Levi likes to watch slice of life animes with Belphie when he wants to bond in the safety of his room, even though he knows Belphie can sleep through the loudest gun fights.
Beel mirrors a lot of things from his brothers, phrases or small stims like Mammon's pen clicking or Asmo's music taste for example.
Simeon will tap along to music speaking of it! A talent honed that instead of going by tempo but by a certain instrument, like snare or even going by piano or timpani. For the last ones, he will tap different fingers depending on it being a high or low note.
Mammon loves to squeeze when he indulges in PDA, a pleasant squeeze when he hugs or with his fingers intertwined holding hands.
Belphie enjoys feeling things, as in he will reach out to touch things without paying attention or on purpose, he loves the sketchbook section whenever he has to go out to the store being able to feel the different types of paper from bumpy and stiff to smooth and thin.
Mammon actually owns a pair of fake glasses that are the same frame as Lucifer's reading glasses, he's embarrassed by the actual meaning but he wanted to be more like him.
Levi has a crush on Henry from TSL, so does Solomon! It's one of things that helped them bond in the beginning, they still will share edits together.
Satan loves photography! He's big into arts and different media, Asmo once signed him up for a beginner's photography class because of that reason! Satan loves to save pictures from mundane events as memories.
Diavolo and Barbatos have matching jackets, nothing with a particularly silly design but it was a request for Diavolo's birthday.
Asmo will buy self-care stuff for his brothers as well when there's a special sale, stuff for sensitive oily skin for Levi, eye masks for Lucifer, holographic face masks for Mammon, he does his best!
Belphie still has a stuffed animal that was friends with Lilith's stuffed animal. Every year around his birthday if necessary it will be washed and restitched, he knows who does it. Lucifer has been maintaining it, being secretive and taking it during the night or whenever Belphie's scheduled long rest of day is at the time.
Mammon goes through phases of what his favorite animal is, finding new ones and obsessing over it. Looking at and sharing posts, following and hunting new blogs for it, sometimes even coming back to some animals from previous enjoyance. He has a video playlist of every cute animal video he's liked on Deviltube.
Asmo will play Smash Bros with Levi, he mains Kirby! Mammon and Belphie will be the other two that usually join them.
When Beel goes shopping to pick up stuff for Henry 2.0, he always goes through the whole store to look at the different animals sometimes even bringing Belphie along. Those days they will spend a quite few minutes just looking at the different fishes.
Lucifer despite being anti-pet in the HoL, will sometimes catch himself looking at support dogs for Levi.
Beel likes learning different dancers with Levi of his girl groups because it's exercise for both of them :)!
#tofu answers!#obey me#tofus lovable anons#obey me mammon#obey me lucifer#obey me leviathan#obey me levi#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me asmo#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me simeon#obey me luke#obey me diavolo#obey me solomon#obey me barbatos#obey me headcanons#obey me imagines#anon hun if u want a few paragraphs talking about one of these feel free to send an ask <3
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Fuyuhiko and Kokichi’s reaction to their s/o replacing them with a plushy
request; Rantaro, Fuyuhiko and Kokichi’s reaction to their s/o giving them almost 0 attention because they’re giving all their love to a plushy? Lol no cuddles for them- plushy’s too cute
warnings; fluff, lots of cussing, unedited, gender-neutral reader, implied human strangulation, strangulation of a stuffed animal, stuffed animals, jealousy?? minor neglecting, comfortyyyy, angst but like, so little angst, hard days at work :(
note; i didn’t do Rantaro’s because i did something similar, right here! also, sorry for making fuyuhiko’s so much longer— i don’t even know why i wrote that much, i have no reasoning-
Kokichi Ouma
“S/oooooo~? I’m cold, can we cuddle-?” Bright purple eyes widened, and a look of pure unfiltered betrayal dawned over his face, it almost looked as if you had poured the expression over his face. His eyes darted towards the plushy in betrayal; his expression almost convinced you that you had accidentally cheated on him. “K-Kokichi? What’s-” You were suddenly very rudely interrupted by his obnoxious shriek of horror—
“UWAAAAAAH! You’re-!” He snortled like a child, inhaling in all his snot loudly and grossly before screaming, “So! Mean!” Wincing at the loud and exaggerated sobbing, you frowned at him, only bringing the plushy closer to your chest. “You can’t guilt me into hugging you instead, Kokichi- Hey— Hey! Stop!” Before you could finish your sentence, Kokichi had pounced on you, his devastated expression from earlier long gone, as now his eyes shone pure rage.
He was strangling the fucking stuffed animal.
Kokichi may be the hugest liar you will ever meet in the world, but he keeps to his word, that he’ll do anything for love. Even strangling someone.
And in this case, the ‘someone’ was a lifeless stuffed animal.
“K-Kokichi! You fucking dumbass— What do you think that’ll even do!? Kill it!?” You cried out, straining as you tried to yank the plushy away from his iron grip. “Stuffed animals can’t breathe!” Kokichi replied in between grunts, white knuckles gripping the plushy tight around its.. its neck. “Not after this, it won’t!” Cackling victoriously, the gremlin finally managed to pull the plushy away from, and the extraordinary momentum had thrown it across the room.
“Kokichi! That was my favourite-” Your words had been taken away from you as Kokichi suddenly jumped you, tackling you to your bed as he wrapped his arms and legs around you. “I thought I was your favourite..” His voice was soft, the innocent, puppy-dog tone almost had you cave in. Almost.
“Kokichi…” You whined, “I want my plushy back; you’re too heavy.” Kokichi pinched your back, prompting a squeal out of you, “I’m not heavy, you meanie!” You squirmed, sitting up with the boy clinging to you on your lap. “You didn’t have to pinch me, you ass.” Mumbling, you shuffled up, chest feeling as if it had been crushed by the boy sticking to you.
Kokichi didn’t reply to your insult, instead, shifting closer to you before stilling, almost like dried clay. “Nishishi! Now you’re all mine!” You stifled a smile, “What? Were you jealous of a plushy?” Kokichi shook his head, grin wide and bright as always, “Of course not! It never had a chance against me so I wasn’t even a little worried!” That was a lie. He was scared if you had gotten too attached to the plushy, you’d rather the plushy’s hugs instead of his—eventually, never hugging him again. Kokichi shuddered at the thought.
“I don’t know, the plushy doesn’t—you know—pinch me so..” Kokichi gripped tighter onto you, making sure to prevent your leave before sighing dramatically, “Fine, I’m sorry, okay? Now just promise to always hug me instead of that stupid pillow, kay?” Kokichi spoke in an annoyingly cute voice— but despite being shrill to your ears, you couldn’t help but melt as you heard the real meaning to it. The meaning behind his little act. In a frustratingly teasing voice, you tantalized him. “So you were jealous.”
Kokichi snorted dismissively, grip not loosening, “Nishishi! Why would I be jealous of a plushy? You’re lucky to even be touching an Ultimate Supreme Leader!” It was ironic, seeing as how you hadn’t even been hugging him back, let alone touching him—to which he had painfully noticed, and disliked. Yet he was acting like you were the one who had been strangling a toy for him.
His grin faltered, and you could catch the almost unnoticeable flash of jealousy that shone in his purple eyes. But despite the small tell, you let him win this round, you neglected him enough. you neglected him for less than a minute before he pounced on you, mans was insane.
Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu
Fuyuhiko had just gotten back from a rough day at work, he sighed as he opened the door, he was extremely exhausted from doing— what was he doing? Well, he’s a Yakuza, that’s a secret. “S/o, I’m home..!” His voice sounded drained, though relieved, he was finally home and all he wanted was to cuddle you— Ah. But it seems you’ve chosen a plushie over a real-life man.
Fuyuhiko’s eye fell on the sight of you, snuggling a plushie whilst you watched a movie. He pouted, he was always the one you snuggled. Betrayal ran through his veins; what had changed? Did you not love him anymore?
No, I’m kidding; he’s just being a drama queen.
Despite his sulky demeanour, he refused to beg for your attention just so he could get your.. your soft and warm cuddles... that make him feel safe no matter where he was.
... Well, he tried to refuse. It seems, even Yakuza bosses couldn’t refuse the uncontrollable want to be in your arms. Could you blame him? The man just wanted to be held by his partner.
He wasn’t going to admit that though. The boss baby had too much pride to demand cuddles, unlike Kokichi-
So he decided, you were going to be given the silent treatment. Yes, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu, the ultimate Yakuza boss was planning to give you the silent treatment(and fail). It didn’t seem like he needed to anyway, you had been so invested in the movie you didn’t even hear him come in, nor did you greet him like you usually did. Sheeesh, that one must have hurt.
Fuyuhiko furrowed his brow and waited for you to notice him, dropping his shoes on the ground twice. It wasn’t until he started jangling his keys aggressively and slapping his bag against the counter, did you actually notice his presence. After you finally did, you spared him a meek hand wave before bringing the same arm back around your plush tightly. “Oh. Hey, Fuyu.”
You didn’t even turn your head to look at him.
He simply stared at you, you who had just snuggled closer to your plushy— were.. were you giving it head pats!? His frown deepened, you were just doing it on purpose at this point.
Scoffing, he sat next to your spot on the couch, glaring daggers into the plushy as you seemed distracted with the TV in front of you. He felt his heart sink as you didn’t cuddle into his side like you usually did. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned into the armrest opposite to you, feigning a grudge.
He couldn’t even get comfortable on the armrest, he kept shifting every 5 seconds just to get your attention and because he really couldn’t seem to get comfortable on the chair. Fuyuhiko watched you with wide, astounded eyes as you only seemed to stuff your face in the plushy. And yup, you guessed it, he caved in. “Tch... if you’re mad at me for something, can you just tell me what I did wrong? This... plushy bull crap is irritating me.” You turned your head to finally look at him in surprise, he thought you were mad at him?
“Huh?” You perked your head up from the plushy, attention completely on him now. He felt embarrassment wash over his entire body; had you not been doing it on purpose?
“N-nothing- whatever, it’s nothing.” Fuyuhiko’s face flushed, your sudden attention on him; he hadn’t gotten used to it.
Drilling your eyes into him, you sent him an unconvinced look, but shrugged anyway— He’s a grown-ass man, if he wanted cuddles, he can ask for them.
Fuyuhiko sulked as he watched you turn away, it obviously wasn’t nothing. You turned your head back at him as you heard him mumble something. Looking at him with a feigned-confused expression, you cocked your head to the side. “What’d you say?”
He flushed and looked away, unconsciously scooting towards you, “I- You can cuddle me instead of that pillow, if you want or whatever. It doesn’t matter.” He murmured, moving to stand up. “Never mind.” You grinned at his brooding demeanour, yanking his hand back onto you and throwing the plush somewhere, “Okay, okay! I was just joking with you, I know how much you want my hugs.”
He fell with an ‘oomph’ against your body, face blank as his mind didn’t seem to register what had happened yet.
Ohh, but the moment he felt the warmth spread throughout his body, he let out a sigh of relief. “You’re such a cute fucking asshole.” You laughed at his somewhat compliment, somewhat insult, letting him wrap his arms around you tight. You could feel his body relaxing on top of you, and in response, your own shoulders dropped in relaxation. ‘Yessss..! This was the shit.’ Fuyuhiko’s bad day at work had been long forgotten, as his mind was currently occupied with running thoughts of you.
#mod chia#kokichi x reader#danganronpa kokichi#kokichi oma#kokichi fluff#kokichi headcanons#kokichi ouma#drv3 kokichi#drv3 killing harmony#super danganronpa 2#fuyuhiko kuzuryuu#fuyuhiko x reader#fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader#fuyuhiko imagine#danganronpa fuyuhiko#danganronpa#danganronpa imagines#danganronpa fluff#danganronpa oneshot#fuyuhiko#sdr2 fuyuhiko#fuyuhiko headcanons
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FNAF SECURITY BREACH SPOLERS:
Read at your own spoil.
Personally, I think Sun/Moon is going unnoticed.
(Ik everyone loves Freddy, but Sun/Moon is basically my favorite character (and desgin) besides Freddy and Roxane. So I gotta talk about him. Plus he's the only one I know of so far with a unique skeleton that doesn't work like the regular exoskeletons. Making him hard to replace.)
When you enter their room, you see children's drawings, stuff toys, dismantled S.T.A.F.F bots, costumes, cobwebs, piñatas, old playhouses, toy blocks, a withered S.T.A.F.F bot, children's drawings, piñata hats, boxes, e.c.t (its a mess basically.)
In the second, smaller room, there are: drawings of a particular red head kid and the anamatronics (not greggory), moon plushie and golden moon plushie(gift box), dismantled endo skeleton, food, sunglasses, muffin tray, pillows, notebooks, all the collectibles (clothes propelry hanged and toys all around the place), the princess arcade machine, more blocks,etc.
Not to mention the secret doorway into his room from the Foxy poster.
But on the topic of children's drawings, and stuffed animals: I have a headcannon that Sun would take any leftover/ lost stuffed toys and take it up to their room. So that whenever they'd see the kid again, they'd give it back to them in an entertaining way.
I like to think that the children's drawings are from children who would draw pictures but either didn't take it home, their parents didn't let them, or they gave it to Sun. Like an arts and crafts day. I just think Sun kept whatever stuff was left behind, and hung it up as a way to remember them. Especially if they didn't come back.
Also on the topic of the staff bots and the Rouge anamatronics, I think Sun did all that "banned" stuff beacuse 1. Mabye the staff bots are creating bothersome situations for them. 2. Your a daycare attendant, for children.. while anamatronics are being hacked.. to hurt said children.
And Sun seems to be aware of Moon getting somehow hacked perhaps? (Mabye idk if theyre actually hacked or their personality was just leveled up from the get go.)
So the fact that Sun attempts to stop you from turning off the lights, or anything that may trigger them, suggests that they doesn't want to harm anybody.
So since staff bots can also be hacked according to the Vanny ending, I'm assuming she mightve sent some there. They must've dismantled them or something. Or... their roomate must've done that instead.
Also, Sun acknowledged that Greggory was in the daycare, even when it was late and past opening hours. Which means, they probably doesn't mind children staying over, since they have a nightcare system in their code. (They're like a babysitter at this point.) As long as they don't break the very few rules they have in place, everything should be fine.
(mind you- greggory is not registered as a guest in the pizzaplex. Sun just straight up adopted greggory (literally) out of thin air and put him under their care.)
Anyways, I understand everybody loves Freddy, and I do too.
But sometimes I just want 2 dads(?) and a big sister goddammit, and why can't I have both?!? Why can't I give greggory both?!?!
WHAT HAPPENED TO MOON WHEN VANNESA AND EVERYONE WAS UNHACKED?!?
;-; I need to know if theyre genuinely like this, or if Moon is a really chill and calm..
(I have a headcannon his "voicebox" also works as a music box, and he could sing lullabys like that ;~; and like.. makes tea and stuff for people.)
#fnaf#fnaf sb#fnaf security breach#fnaf sundrop#fnaf sunny#fnaf sunrise#fnaf sun and moon#fnaf sun animatronic#fnaf moon#fnaf moon animatronic#fnaf moondrop#long post#fnaf sb spoilers#fnaf glamrock freddy#fnaf vanny
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Michael Underscore Beloved Headcannons:
Michael did not speak for the longest time which made both Tubbo and Ranboo worried. He’d make a few pig noises here and there but that was it.
Happy squeals when he was very cheerful, grunts when he was angry, small whines when he was sad.
It was only when he had a big breakdown one day they brought the kid over to Uncle Techno, who began speaking in piglin to him to help him calm down, that they realized he didn’t know English. Technoblade gives him lessons every Tuesday from then on.
The first word he says is ‘Dad’ to both Tubbo and Ranboo at the same time when they were putting him to bed and he didn’t want them to leave yet, still a little scared of the dark. Both of them had that moment where they were both convinced they were the ones who got called ‘Dad’.
Cue little zombie piglin rushing in after a nightmare a few hours later, tears in his eyes as he looks at both of them, and they rush over to comfort him, the piglin hugging them both tearfully. “Dad!”
He has a stuffed animal chicken that he cannot get to sleep without, he calls it ‘mine’ so Tubbo and Ranboo just call the stuffie ‘Michael’s Chicken’.
Michael loves loves LOVES carrots, so much so that he’d find ways to climb on counters and reach high places to grab carrots to munch on, places often even he doesn’t even know how he got up there in the first place.
Tommy, first time babysitting, had no idea what he was in for, and nearly lost him for almost 40 minutes when he was just chilling on top of the fridge.
Speaking of Tommy, he’s Michael’s favorite babysitter by far. Often he’ll ask for more stories of his adventures, and of course Tommy may have twisted them a bit on how cool he really was in a few situations, but Michael loved hearing them. He even drew him and Tommy fighting against a slimy green monster labeled ‘Drem’. Tommy nearly cried when Michael showed him and keeps the drawing in his echest.
When Michael is misbehaving, often Ranboo will just pick him up with his tail and hover him off the ground in a timeout as he wriggles and squirms, crossing his arms angrily. This is the only way that piglin will ever sit still - Tubbo tried telling him to sit in a chair but found him with his hand in the cookie jar five minutes later.
Sometimes Tubbo will go out gathering honey for breakfast (Tubbo loves honey on toast) and bring Michael with him, who’ll sit there, looking up in absolute awe, pointing excitedly. “Bee!”
During something very urgent, Tubbo drops Michael off with Phil as he assures worried Ranboo and Tubbo over and over again that he’s in good hands, since the piglin is not used to being with anyone alone except for Tommy.
Phil spends the day with him playing out in the snow, and while cooking lunch for both of them Phil lets Michael wear his hat, and the piglin just lets out the happiest squeal - “Fil!”
When a snowstorm approaches later as night falls they make a campfire and Phil shows him how to make s’mores. The small piglin ends up passing out on the couch wearing Phil’s hat, and Phil just pulls the blanket up on him. “Night, little mate.”
When Michael gets a cold for the first time Tubbo and Ranboo go into full on PANIC MODE and then when they call up Phil he has to reassure them, no he’s not dying, he’s just sick.
As Techno’s English lessons improve he learns to read and of course Technoblade reads him all the Greek Mythology stories he has, and ends up calling Tommy “Fee-Fee” for Thesesus thanks to some encouragement from the Blade himself.
Bath Time used to always be a struggle until Ranboo found ‘Mr Duck’, an old rubber duckie from Phil’s older things - stuff that he kept from when Wilbur was a baby - that he washed and cleaned which entertained the piglin to no end.
Michael loves shiny things just about as much as he loves carrots, and that’s saying something. He became quite the little thief at taking anything shiny - gold ingots, iron ingots, diamonds, Ranboo’s crown - and making a little stash in his room. They eventually broke him of the habit, though his love of gold never really went away.
Tommy once, trying to be the cool uncle, went on a thieving trip for shiny things with Michael, and though many of the things they stole he had to return, he let him keep a gold nugget, which Michael treasured ever since, Tubbo even making the nugget into a necklace he could wear.
Ranboo, being the taller of the two, loves putting Michael up on his shoulders to go on walks, even introducing him to a few endermen after telling him the zombie piglin wasn’t a threat.
Michael was so scared at first, clinging behind Ranboo to his legs, holding out his small wooden play sword in fear. Ranboo knelt down next to him and gently pull away his sword to lay in the snow. “Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay, don’t be scared...” One of the enderman just comes up to Michael, looking to him in wonder before gently patting his head, letting out a glitched chirp before disappearing. “Where?!” Michael yelled, reaching to grab his sword again before the enderman appears again, making Michael scared and scrambling back into Ranboo’s arms. “It’s okay, it’s okay, look...” Ranboo reassured him as Michael looks over to see the creature offering up a dirt block, tilting its head in curiosity. Michael slowly approached, taking the block as the enderman picked up another and placed it beside the child, letting out another glitched chirp to encourage him. Looking over to his father for a moment, Michael moved to place the dirt next to the enderman’s, looking up to the creature, who leaned down to pat his head again as Michael hugged it tightly. Ranboo had never been more proud of him.
When a few people on the SMP started staring at the dark hole where his right eye should be, (not trying to be mean of course, they’re just a bit shocked when they finally meet him) Michael began to try to hide his face behind his parents more to avoid being seen. They told him that they knew a secret that he couldn’t tell anyone: people stared at him because he was special, so amazingly special that sometimes people were jealous of him and his amazing chicken herding and bravery. He brightened up after that, promising and crossing his heart never to tell, since it could make the others embarrassed. Michael grew more and more confident since then, and his parents could not be more prouder.
They were right. He was special. He was their special boy, and he always would be. <3
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What do you guys think? I’d love to make more of these, I have some ideas/Headcannons of older Michael if you guys are interested!! Hope you enjoyed, I love Michael so far and his place in cannon as well as lore, little tiny zombie piglin boy my beloved-! -Minty
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the justice league often mentioned how close the titans were . they, and later other heroes as well, mused about how no matter who was on the team or which members kept cycling through or whatever horrors and betrayals they’d faced, the five of them stayed remarkably inseparable.
but it had honestly become dick, roy, donna, wally, and garth’s way of life, so they shrugged and moved on with their lives.
even so, with and casual touches commonplace and with each other’s secrets tangling in the air between them, there were some things they don’t talk about. things that would be a little odd, things that don’t need to be brought up again, things that would cause hurt feelings, things that would be funny but awkward. they don’t talk about the time they walked in on garth stapling a bunch of stuffed animals to the ceiling while naked (donna just blinked, then closed the door and walked out). they don’t talk about donna and roy’s relationship, or how roy and dick used to fuck, and how lian had brought out a side to roy that the entire team almost preferred to who he was before (donna and dick had discovered that they liked roy’s protective, sweeping hugs more than his deep kisses anyway). they don’t talk about the veritable mountain of scented creams and massage oils that dick just keeps on buying but never using (garth tried to use them once and dick hissed and threw a spatula at him so the rest of them stay away). and they don’t talk about dick and wally.
roy doesn’t mention the get together that dick likes to call a “meeting” because he wants to keep the team on track, when in reality they’re sitting around eating pizza and watching movies like they used to do years ago, nostalgia heavy and sweet around them. the actor on the tv says a quip paired with a smirk, dick responds with a muttered dirty joke because he’s been spending entirely too much time with red hood, wally snorts and says, “liar, you loved it last night when i–” and dick slams his hand over wally’s mouth. roy just shrugs amidst wally’s muffled laughter, grinning about winning a bet with himself on when dick would finally sleep with the last of his redhead friends.
donna doesn’t say anything when she crashes at dick’s apartment one night, making a pit stop in the rather obnoxiously large new york penthouse while on her way to gateway. she notes all of the photographs dick has randomly framed throughout the rooms with a sense of satisfaction, delight maybe. except she forgot that wally lives with dick now, a temporary arrangement that helps the both of them while wally gets his phd and dick comes to terms with the fact that he’s happy going part time at a liberal arts college and teaching on the side. donna doesn’t really know what wally contributes other than maybe the memorization of dick’s orders at all takeout restaurants in a five-mile radius. still, she doesn’t say anything when she walks past the master bedroom on the way to the guest room and hears relaxed, content laughter through the crack in the door, and she doesn’t say anything when that laughter turns into not-so-relaxed but definitely content moans floating down the hallway. she just snorts and slides her headphones: the big, noise-cancelling kind.
garth doesn’t tease them when wally’s large nyu sweatshirts find themselves wrapped around dick’s frame, the acrobat sighing into the comfort of them. he makes note of the deep black lace from dick’s combat boots threading through the loops of wally’s worn nikes. he laughs a little at the flash keychain dangling from dick’s keyring, one he keeps specifically to irritate bruce. instead, garth tosses some wally’s sweatshirts on dick’s bed when he’s on laundry duty in the tower, and gives wally a couple of dick’s own. he buys them both gag gifts of the others’ symbol on their birthday (and how convenient, read: adorable, is it that the two of them share a birthday?) and makes sure donna snaps a picture of the delighted looks on their faces. the two of them are so goddamn pleased at each one of these instances, so happy, that garth can’t even find it in himself to make fun of them.
roy keeps it to himself when he notices dick and wally sliding into the same side of a booth together at restaurants. usually, donna will sit with them, across from roy and garth, since donna and dick are the physically smallest people on the team, and like any pair of best friends, she’ll sling her arm around his shoulder and he’ll poke her when he’s bored. but lately, there’s always been a little bit of space between the two of them. in contrast, dick’s practically plastered to wally’s side, and wally’s leaning against dick just as much. roy hides his indulgent little smile when the two of them pick food off of each other’s plates, wally sliding his pickles to dick in a smooth movement and dick handing over most of his fries almost instinctually. dick plucks the lemon from his water in an unconscious movement, giving it to wally to suck on, and wally passes dick the hot sauce without dick even opening his mouth. their hands disappear under the table, and roy would bet donna’s swanky-professional-camera that they’re holding hands. he lets them teeter on the edge of they-know-they-don’t-know when the titans are together, because he can’t really stop himself from being the asshole best friend after years of it becoming second nature. but when it’s just the three of them plus lian eating out, he’ll order an extra dessert whenever lian asks, just so the two of them can sit a little longer.
and donna doesn’t say a word when dick starts wearing a ring when he’s in civvies, a priceless looking replica of the flash ring that speedsters keep their suit in. it’s hidden in one of the many secret pockets in dick’s suit when he’s nightwing, but when he’s just dick grayson, he fiddles with it constantly, turning it and roughly tracing over the emblem and switching it between his fingers. donna even keeps quiet when dick shows up at titans tower for a training session with the newer kids with the ring firmly on his fourth finger for the first time. she just heads over to the kitchen, where wally’s making a veritable mountain of scrambled eggs, and wraps him in a hug. wally, in a move odd for the speedster, doesn’t speak in response. he just flushes as red as his hair and hugged donna back, squeezing her hand when she pulls away.
and that gesture is enough. there may some things they don’t talk about because it’s strange or troublesome, but there are also a host of things they don’t talk about because they don’t need to. they’re close enough to understand the significance of what it means anyway.
real talk i have no idea what the fuck this was. i just felt like writing. so. uh. yea.
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Sparks Dancing Across Your Skin
Jason Todd x Reader One-Shot; Soulmate!Au
Word Count: 5,000+
Warnings: Mentions of death, gets very angsty but ends with a happy ending :)
Author's Note: Hey guys! I just wanted to let you know that I’m trying to post once every two weeks on Sunday but its very difficult for me right now. I just started college this week so I haven't been very active on any of my socials because of my orientation schedule. Originally, this was going to be around the same length as the Dick one-shot but when I finished writing it, it didn’t feel complete so I may go back and turn this into a series. I’m not very satisfied with this but I did want to try and post regularly. Please let me know how you like this and if you would be willing to read a series with a similar plot. Thank you, Ariadne.
Summary: As someone with a busy schedule, you never really thought of who could be your soulmate. Rather you didn’t have the time. But lucky for you, it’s your friend. Unluckily for you, he’s a vigilante and you don’t even know his secret identity.
You sighed as you packed up your belongings. You never meant to stay late but here you were, sitting in Mrs. Jones’s classroom, and if the clock was correct, Mrs. Jones herself had left more than two hours ago.
The class committee meetings weren’t supposed to take so long but that was only if the president, vice president, and secretary were all sharing the workload. As president, you had to pick up all of the slack that your friends left you. But you didn’t mind since you understood that they also have a life outside of school.
As you left the classroom, you made sure the door was locked on the inside before checking your phone. You only had one text and it was from your mother, telling you that she had to jet over to Paris to meet with an investor and that your father had gone to South Korea to look at some sort of textile for her. She ended the text by saying that she loves you and that she’ll try to be back in a week.
You stuffed your phone back into your pocket, turning the corner of the hallway towards the main entrance. You had parked your car in the back of the parking lot, something that you had started to regret once you saw how deserted the school really was. Remembering the fact that most people were kidnapped in parking lots, albeit grocery store parking lots, they were still parking lots at the end of the day. You sped up when you saw your car and yanked the door open before locking it after sitting inside. When you turned around to put your seatbelt on, you let out a scream when you saw that someone was in your backseat.
“Calm down, it's just me,” the boy said in the back, his red domino mask doing nothing to mask the laughter threatening to spill out of his mouth.
You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you stared at the boy who was laying on your backseat. Robin was organizing the items in your car, putting them into two piles. You watched him as he pulled out a piece of gum and popped a bubble. You smiled as you shook your head before coughing as you turned your car on, effectively grabbing his attention.
“You wanna go to the diner and tell me why you’re not with the Bat tonight?”
At that he pursed his lips, a small smile threatening to spill over.
“I dunno if I should…”
“I’ll pay.”
“Deal.”
*****
When you had first met Robin, it was after he had tried to help you escape from a mugger. Instead of cowering like he had expected you to, you had just grabbed the man's arm, twisting it as far back as you could without breaking it, and kicked him down. Robin had swooped down, laughing as he handcuffed the man and complimented you on your punch. You both were waiting for the GCPD when your stomach grumbled and you offered to treat him to some waffles at the diner across the street since it had started snowing. After that, you both kept meeting up frequently at night, him on patrol and you going home after finishing whatever official school-related event you had.
And soon enough, those nights all added up to you and Robin meeting up frequently to eat at the same diner from the first time you had met. You liked your friendship with Robin. Even though you had no idea who he was under the mask, you felt comfortable with him, like he was your rock to help keep you grounded.
As you sat there and watched him fiddle with the menu, you resisted the urge to grab his hands and instead looked down at your own hands. You started picking at the skin on one of your still healing scabs from where a cat from the animal shelter you volunteered at had scratched you.
“You should stop that,” Robin was looking at you, his bottom lip stuck out slightly in what you recognized as worry.
“You’re my distraction,” you waved your hand at him, “so go on, distract me.”
“What do you want me to talk about,” he asked as he leaned back, letting Linda, the waitress, put your regular orders down on the table. After a chorus of ‘thank you’s, you sipped your hot chocolate and contemplated on what to ask him. There was so much you didn’t know about Robin, such as his identity, but you didn’t want to scare him away.
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”.
“Maybe a librarian,” he said after a long pause. You smiled at that and started stuffing your face with your hashbrowns, watching as Robin finished chewing his food.
“What about you, what do you want to be?”
You sat there, thinking. You never really knew what you wanted to be. Every year, you would have a new dream job but it never felt right to you. You just shrugged before turning the topic to books and different book recommendations, watching his eyes light up at the mention of literature.
“You should read Le Petit Prince,” you said as you both stood outside on the chilly November night. You had talked about different works by Shakespeare and had only started heading outside once Linda told you that it was ten. It was snowing slightly and Robin looked breathtaking with the white snow in his dark hair, his red mask creating a sharp contrast against the fairness of his skin.
“Only if you read it to me,” he said before grappling to the top of the veterinarian's office near the diner. You slowly walked to your car and turned it on. Robin was still sitting on the top of the building and as you pulled out of the parking lot, you waved goodbye to him before heading home, rolling your eyes with a smile when you realized that he was following you by running across the roofs of the buildings.
*****
“Hello, I’m (Y/N) (L/N), your tutor here at the Student Center. And you are?”
“Jason Todd,” the boy said, nodding at you as he pulled out his chair and sat down. You smiled at him and wrote his name down on the form you were given. You asked him basic questions about his grade, what class the assignment he wanted to go over was from, and what his reason was for visiting the center.
“All right, so it looks like Mr. Mijia wanted you to come in here and just have someone review your essay for you. Is he doing the extra credit padding before final exams again?”
Jason nodded his head and you marked the according box.
“Alright, the first thing I’m going to have you do is pull up an electronic copy and pass the hard copy to me. Then we’ll have you read it aloud so we can catch any grammatical errors.”
Jason nodded again before clearing his throat and reading his paper off of his screen, stumbling over the wording of his essay only twice. You were impressed, his style of writing was advanced, with him connecting his ideas throughout the whole essay.
“As time progresses, it is imperative to look--”
“Hey bestie,” you sighed when you heard the grating voice of Elsie Lager. You gave Jason an apologetic look before forcing a smile on your face as you faced Elsie.
“Hi Els, what are you doing here,” you asked, taking note of the way her eyes flitted over Jason, before landing on you.
“I’m just here to give you these,” she said, holding out a thick manilla folder. “Mrs. Jones said that we have to read through all of these proposals for the Spring Fling and Jackson and I thought that you could do it since you are the president. And because your mom is the famous torchbearer in today’s fashion world. It’ll just be soooo easy for you.”
You resisted the urge to smack Elsie with the manilla folder, aware of the fact that if you did that there was a witness, and instead took it from her hands before flipping through it. Great, there were over fifty concepts and designs to choose from. Taking out your planner, you wrote down ‘choose Spring Fling concept’ between your Taekwondo lesson and your animal fashion show at the shelter.
“I have that down, anything else I can do for you Elsie,” you asked with a strained smile. The brunette stood there, twisting a piece of hair around her pointer finger before smacking her forehead.
“OMG, I totally forgot! Callisto Barsotti told me that you should keep your ears open for an invite to one of his parties. I’ve gotta go now but you just have to tell me how you got Callisto to notice you, you lucky bitch.”
You watched as Elsie left the library, blowing a kiss towards you, in a blur of white. Sighing, you turned back around to Jason.
“I’m so sorry about the interruption. Why don’t you continue reading from where you were interrupted.”
“She’s a bitch,” Jason said. Your eyes widened in surprise and you watched as he leaned towards you, resting his face on his hand. “Why are you friends with people that take advantage of you like that?”
You sucked in your breath, keeping your face impassive as you stared down at him.
“You have no idea what my life is like Jason Todd,” you said evenly, setting the manilla folder to the side. “And because you don’t know me, why don’t we talk about something we do have some knowledge about: your essay.”
Jason just sighed before he started packing his items up, tugging the hard copy of his essay out from under your hands.
“You and I both know that I don’t need help with my essay. But if you ever need help, let me know,” and with a familiar wave, he left you sitting in the library, confused about how you had gotten his attention when you both weren’t even in the same grade.
*****
You scanned the room as you tugged your jacket around you. You normally didn’t attend parties, especially those that you knew involved alcohol, but your mother had pushed you to go after being nagged by Elsie’s mother by her daughter’s lack of invitation. And speaking of Elsie, she had left you alone as soon as she had entered the house. Which sucked since she had insisted on driving in her new Mercedes.
As you walked around the living room, making small talk with the people who greeted you, you couldn’t help but think about what Jason Todd had told you. It frustrated you that he took up so much space in your head, that he was all that you could think of since that day in the library.
He didn’t know anything about your life. While he had grown up on the streets, you had grown up with a silver spoon in your mouth, never having to worry about anything.
‘But you do worry,’ the small voice in your head said, sounding very similar to Robin. You needed a drink.
You were searching the coolers for a bottle of water when a heavy arm wrapped around your shoulders causing you to flinch and elbow them in the stomach.
“Ow, what was that for,” the person asked, slurring their words slightly. You looked up and sighed when you saw it was the host of the party, Callisto Barsotti. He smiled at you and rubbed at his stomach before holding his arms out, “I’ll let you go if you give me a hug,” he said, enunciating his words with grabby motions.
Normally, you would be on your best behavior, helping whoever was drunk by getting them water and calling their friends, but you were pissed. You didn’t want to be at this party, instead, your mother had forced you to go after Mrs. Lager had bitched to your mom about her precious Elsie not being invited. And to make matters worse, you were tired. So tired.
You were tired of your mother, for filling up your schedule with things you had no interest in, such as modeling gigs and piano lessons. Your father for never being there. Elsie for complaining to her mom and Callisto for inviting you to his stupid party. Jason Todd for being in your head for over a month. Robin for not reaching out in weeks. But mostly at yourself. You were upset at yourself for quietly taking all of this and then loading yourself up with more so you could be the perfect doll for your mother to brag about raising.
So when Callisto tried to grab you and hug you, you kneed him in the groin before deciding to walk home. Ignoring his cries and the looks you got from others at the party, you ran out of the house, only pausing to take a breath once you exited the gated property. You didn’t know where you wanted to go so you let your legs decide on what direction to walk.
Walking around anywhere in the middle of the night was not a great idea. But walking around Gotham in the middle of the night was one of the worst ideas anyone could have. Looking back at it, your night could have gotten worse, like you being kidnapped by a c-grade villain or something.
Instead, you ended up running into Robin. He didn’t look surprised to see you and instead gave you a small smile.
“So, do you wanna go to the diner,” he asked, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
“No,” you snapped, “Leave me the fuck alone birdbrain.” You pushed past him, a look of surprise etched on his face.
“(Y/N)! Wait!”
You ignored his calls and instead sped up, aware of the fact that he was catching up to you. At this point, you were walking near the actual city parts of Gotham so maybe you could get a cab to drop you off at your mother’s apartment near the business sector.
At that thought, you broke into a run, sprinting down the street before calling a cab, hyper-aware of the fact that Robin was staring at you with a look of hurt and confusion on his face.
*****
You felt bad for how you treated Robin. He didn’t deserve your cold shoulder and you certainly didn’t deserve him. With his witty jokes and the way he always followed you to make sure you got home alright, you had realized yesterday in the cab, watching the red and yellow of his costume jump by on the roof, that you didn’t deserve him.
You threw yourself back into your different activities and soon, you didn’t even have enough time to even think about what you were going to eat for dinner.
As you exited the school building, you walked slowly towards your car, being careful not to slip on the ice on the ground as you rounded the corner.
But you felt someone grab your wrist, making you scream and fall. The person cursed as they tried to pull you up but you slid as far away as you could from them so you could see their face. It was Callisto Barsotti.
“What the fuck,” you yelled, trying to yank your wrist out of his iron-like grip. When that didn’t work you got ready to elbow him but he twisted your other arm behind you, causing you to scream.
“Not today you bastard,” he growled as he started to drag you. You screamed and tugged against him, and when he turned towards you, you stopped pulling against him and stomped on his foot, making sure to drag your snow boots against the skin on his shin.
Callisto let out a cry of pain and you pushed him away from you, letting yourself fall to the ground out of shock.
“You little gremlin,” Callisto stuttered out as he started limping towards you. You panicked as you tried to find something heavy to hit him with. A rock or anything would do. But you couldn’t find anything so you got up on trembling legs to run towards your car.
But you didn’t have to worry as a figure in red and yellow dropped by and wacked Callisto in the back of the head. Your eyes widened as Robin took this moment to start kicking the fallen boy. You don’t know how long you stared at him, but you snapped out of your daze once you started hearing cracking noises.
“Stop! Robin, please stop,” you cried desperately. But he didn’t stop, he continued to beat Callisto.
“Please stop,” you cried, whimpering as you knelt down near Robin. When he didn’t listen to you again, you leaned forward and grabbed his face, turning it towards you. You were going to tell him to stop again but you then felt a warm sensation, different from the coldness from the March air, followed by the feeling of a shock. Your soulmate, Robin was your soulmate.
He stared at you in shock, allowing you to pull him off of Callisto. You pushed him towards your car, and he stumbled since he was still staring at you as a look of understanding passed on his face.
“Look,” you said, inspecting the blood on Robin’s costume, “you need to listen to what I’m going to say carefully. Go to my car and grab the cleaning wipes from the trunk. Clean yourself off as I call the cops. The story is going to be that you were patrolling the area and heard my screams.”
Robin stared at you, mouth slightly open as he reached to touch you with a bare hand. You let his fingers ghost against your skin, the shock from before still present as you pulled back to stare at him.
“Go.”
*****
It's been over five hours since Robin beat Callisto. Not half to death like you had expected but still pretty bad since he had a broken nose, arm, and bruised ribs. As you waited in the police station for your parents to pick you up (“The gang that you described could always come back for you,” the officer had said), you could only think about how scary it was, watching Robin hit someone so many times with so much anger in him. In the end, your parents didn’t come and instead, your older brother had driven all the way from Metropolis to pick you up.
You both didn’t talk to each other during the ride back to your house but you could tell he was worried by the way his eyes would flicker to you. When you reached the gates to your house, your brother had parked the car and turned to look at you.
‘(Y/N), I have no idea what's going on with you right now but if you ever feel overwhelmed or alone, just tell me and I’ll take you with me back to Gran’s in Metropolis.”
You smiled at him, eyes tired but filled with a small spark as you exited his car, making sure to express your thanks with a kiss on his cheek. As you entered your house, you took off your shoes and slipped on your home slippers before going to your room and taking a shower. Drying your hair, you walked towards your windows to close your curtains, letting out a slight scream when you saw a hand pressed against the glass.
You sighed when you saw it was Robin and opened your window, letting him come inside to your room. He looked around your room, studying the many medals and certificates you had accumulated from the years along with the magazines you had in your room, before turning towards you.
“Hey,” you said, walking to him slowly. Robin licked his lips slightly as he stared at you before coughing.
“Can I please touch you,” he asked, his voice breaking slightly. You nodded and watched as he took off his right glove before caressing your cheek with his hand. You watched as he smiled when he felt the same spark from before, a breathless laugh escaping his lips as he took off his left glove so he could hold you with both hands. You shivered as his thumb ghosted over your bottom lip, eyes closing before snapping open when you couldn’t feel the warmth from Robin’s hands.
“Don’t freak out,” he whispered in your ear, “I’m just going to close the window and then dry your hair for you. Just go and sit down and I’ll be right there.”
You nodded and sat down at the chair in front of your vanity, watching as he closed your window and pulled the curtains before grabbing your towel. You smiled as you watched him in the mirror, massaging your head with your hands before wrapping your towel around your scalp.
“How come you never asked me what my name was,” Robin asked as he brushed through your hair.
“You’ll tell me when the time is right.”
*****
“I should’ve asked him what his name was,” you thought as you walked near an alley, waiting for a sign of Batman so you could ask him what happened to your soulmate.
A couple of months had passed since you had last seen Robin in April. He had looked angry when you both had met up at the diner and he had further worried you when he ignored the ringing of his phone. As soon as he had seen that you were tucked into bed, he had given you a peck on the forehead before leaving through your window.
You were worried for him. Dressing up as a traffic light every night was dangerous, no matter how much you loved going out there and beating up criminals. So you had been following Batman for months, trying to find a moment to ask him what happened to your soulmate. But you never had the opportunity since he always managed to lose you by either disappearing or by just leading you into a dead end.
Months of following Batman has helped you as you were now familiar with the rooftops of Gotham, like the roof of the veterinarian’s office near the diner you and Robin used to meet up at. Sitting with binoculars, you let out a small gasp when you saw a familiar flash of red and yellow, watching as it ran across a rooftop. Scrambling, you started following the figure, zigzagging around multiple large gaps that you couldn’t jump before cursing when you realized that he was gone.
“Why are you following me,” an unfamiliar voice asked behind you. You turned around and assessed the boy, taking note of the fact that he was taller than your Robin and didn’t seem to have the same half-smile-half-smirk that he did. But the only way to confirm, for your brain to tell your heart to stop searching would be direct contact.
“I can’t find someone,” you started, voice shaky as your eyes filled with tears. The boy’s mouth twisted in a slight frown but he still let you continue.
“I just need to check that you’re not my Robin. Please, let me just hold your hand briefly or something. I just need to know.”
At this point, you were crying. When he hadn’t returned the next day, you had started to panic, wondering if he had really left you and gone somewhere else. But that night, you had started out of your bed, wondering what had woken you up when you felt a hollowness inside of you.
The boy patted your shoulder sympathetically before offering his hand to you. Sniffling, you pulled his glove down slightly so his wrist was showing and touched it.
There were no sparks, no warmth, as you collapsed on the rooftop and cried.
Your Robin was no more.
*****
You smiled as you entered the diner, waving at Linda before taking the booth that you and Robin used to eat at. Six years had passed since you had learned that he was no more and even though it was hard most of the time, you always moved forward. You had graduated high school and gone forward to become a librarian, your choice mostly influenced by your late soulmate.
As you waited for Linda to bring out your regular order, you looked around the diner, recognizing everyone except for a man wearing a red sweatshirt. He was staring down at his phone but was now looking up at you when he felt your stare. You flushed slightly and gave him a wave before looking out of the window.
When Linda came out with your packed regular, you left after giving her a large tip. You had to go back to work.
*****
When Jason came back to life, he knew something was wrong.
After finding out that you were his soulmate, he felt this familiar warmth inside of him, similar to the feeling from when Bruce had first made him Robin. But after the pit, that feeling was multiplied tenfold, to the point that it felt like he was being burned from the inside out. And then the random sparks started.
The first time was when he was with Talia. It had been months since she had started training him, helping him remember a bit of who he was beforehand. When she grabbed his wrist, he felt a spark. It wasn’t the same familiar, welcomed spark with you but it was still a spark. He had brushed it off as static electricity, especially since Talia didn’t seem to have noticed.
But the sparks continued. He felt it frequently when people would hold him, touch him, brush against him. It was an annoyance at that point. A reminder that something was wrong with him, especially since he knew that you were his soulmate and that the others seemed to have not noticed the sparks.
So when Jason saw you walking home one night, he couldn’t help but follow you to make sure you got back safe, just like in the old days. Except for the fact that it’s not like the old days and he was malfunctioning. He was too scared to meet you; he was terrified of the idea that he might touch you and that there would be no spark anymore.
Jason had decided to only follow you home and keep you safe from the shadows, to never interact with you directly. So why exactly was he bleeding on your couch?
He watched as you helped him out of his leather jacket, eyes following your movements to the best of his abilities. He then watched as you pulled out a pair of scissors and started cutting the area he was shot.
Your eyebrows were furrowed and Jason couldn’t help but want to reach out and smooth them. Instead, he settled for helping you by peeling the square of his cut shirt away as you prepared the gauze to apply pressure.
His head was spinning and his breathing sounded labored even to his own ears but Jason didn’t want to take off his helmet in fear that you would recognize him from the red domino. But you seemed to have other plans as you reached your hands towards his head, still applying pressure to his wound with your knee.
He tried to avoid your hands but it was difficult to do when his head started to spin. He just watched as your hands reached out towards his helmet and opened it.
A small, selfish part of him wanted you to pull off the helmet and accept him, regardless of whether or not the spark was still there. But from the two years that he had known you, he knew that you’d accept him as Robin, but he wasn’t sure that you’d accept him as Red Hood.
Jason watched as your eyes widened at the sight of his red domino but you didn’t go as far as to peel it off. Instead, you turned your attention back to his wound, gathering more gauze to apply pressure.
As he lost consciousness, he watched as your concerned face entered his vision. And then he felt the fated spark, and all he could think about was how right it felt.
*****
When Jason woke up, he was surprised. By multiple things. For one, you hadn’t called the cops on him. The second thing being the fact that he was, in fact, fine and not dead: he had checked by pinching himself. The third was that his domino was still on his face. And the last being that he could hear your voice clearly, it was distinct, like music against his ears.
He listened as you spoke, not understanding what you were saying but knowing that you were reading Le Petit Prince. After all, one of the first things he did after coming back from the pit was listening to the audiobook, imagining what you would sound like.
He heard the page flip and decided that now would be a good time to open his eyes and sit up.
His sudden movement startled you. You both stared at each other before Jason croaked out a ‘hi’. He watched as your eyes filled with tears as you hugged Jason gently like he was the most delicate, expensive thing in the world.
“I missed you (Y/N),” Jason whispered against your shoulder, feeling the tears form in his eyes as he pulled back.
Your eyes flitted down to his wound with a concerned look but he tilted your head up, towards his face as he pulled the domino off.
He saw a look of recognition in your eyes, knowing for sure that they recognized him when you whispered ‘Jason Todd.’
He nodded, watching as you slowly extended your hands towards his face, caressing it as you skimmed your thumbs over his cheekbones.
“I’m a terrible person,” Jason whispered, looking down into his lap. You simply lifted his face, shaking your head.
“You’re not a terrible person Jason. You were a hero back when you were Robin and you’re a hero as the Red Hood. You’ve always been one. Now lie back down before you pull your stitches and tell me what you’ve been up to.”
Jason smiled as he laid his head across your lap, smiling as the sparks now seemed to dance across his skin in joy, happy that he was finally home.
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