#always from weird directions and sometimes like... while im out and about doing shit

[theamaus-fortress2]

Different person but related to the Jesse post:

Does he have any small quirks or traits? (Example: My AU Scout really loves strawberries!)

What is his family like? (If he has any)

When and how did he realize he was trans?

Does he play any sport, or enjoy watching anything in particular?

What kind of fashion does he wear?

(You don't have to awnser all of these but these are some ideas :) )

(Long post incomming)

Alright sure get realy for some

Fun Facts about BLU Scout aka Jesse Louis

Does he have any small quirks or traits?

Bites his nails

Drums on every surface he comes across

Always jumps to slap the top of the doorframe when he enters a room

Skilled in debate and always has a fire comeback to any insult

Works out a lot, but mostly cardio. Every day is leg day

What is his family like? (If he has any)

Jesses family lives back home in New York. He loves his mom but has some unresolved issues from being put into the role of the "second mom" while his mother worked hard to keep them housed and fed.

His mother, who works as a nurse, 4 younger siblings (3 sisters 1 brother), two maternal grandparents. His father is Raphael (spy). He has two stepdads, his mothers boyfriend who he hates ("tries too hard, not my real dad, dont baby me im a grown man") and Dennis the engineer ("actually a really good guy, funny in a cringe dad kinda way, always cookin' weird shit but it tastes aight, treats me like a man").

He goes back home to see them for holidays and birthdays, sometimes alone other times he brings Nick. He likes Nicks sister Molly and considers her one of his sisters.

When and how did he realize he was trans?

He's always kinda known, but kept it to himself most of his childhood and teens. He was raised as the oldest daugter and of 5 kids and with his dad absent has been a second mother to his siblings most of his life. When he was 17 he got into a fight with his mom and ran away. He got into trouble living on the street for a while before going home. He told his mother that he would stay and help out with bills and childcare, but that he was going to transition and live as a man from then on, and as soon as the time was right he would move out. She agreed to the terms and let him kinda do his own thing. He shortened his name from Jessica to Jesse and started on T, but didnt get any operations until he met his medic Dr. Müller.

The rest of BLU team more or less knows he's trans. They've seen the scars and if they ask he will tell them about it, but most just kinda lets it be a personal thing and move on. They only know him as Jesse the Scout. He feels like his most authentic self when he's with his team. This is where he really figured out who he was.

Does he play any sport, or enjoy watching anything in particular?

He enjoys track and field and is really into baseball. He watches every big game in the commonroom. Sometimes his teammates join him. Nikolai and Angus regularly sit in on a game or two.

What kind of fashion does he wear?

Athleisure when he's not working, sometimes adds a sweater or a boyfriend t-shirt. It's very casual and comfortable, but he does make sure it always looks masculine.

Thank you for all the questions!! I prefer asks with more direct questions i can answer like this <3

[cream0fwheat1998]

Girl from the Band 2 (Dark!Jason Carverxreader)

Dark! Jason Carver, Non-con, isolation, sexism/misogyny, manipulation, fear, I prefer soft!Dark! so thats more of the direction im going in.

Y/n waited at the abandoned lunch table in the woods. It seemed like an an unsafe place but it wasnt. This is where her DnD club would me every so often to talk about their new campaign, schedules and other stuff. Sometimes Eddie would trade weed for money; not to be a pearl clutcher but Y/n denied that stuff everytime it was offered to her. She wasn't interested in any of that.

The crowd eventually gathered; everyone laughed and cherished these fleeting moments. Y/n somewhat regretted the thought she hadn't joined sooner but back then she was too scared.

Some voices from the direction of the school caused the group to look away from their plans. There stood some of the basketball team, always in their jersey's even when the season had ended.

"What are you freaks doing?" Jason asked, eyeing Eddie.

"Bro we're just playing our game. Just like you played yours'. It's no different now run along." Eddie said, his pals backing him up in unison.

While y/d knew she'd be on Hellfires side if it came to a fight, she couldn't help but feel the red-hot heat on her cheeks with Jasons boldness. He stood tall and it made him seem dominate.

Y/d cringed at her thought and put it away in the back of her mind. Embarrassed that her mind even wondered in that direction.

"Well pack it up, the boys and I are using this spot for now on." Jason said, high-fiving one of his minions.

Everyone looked to Eddie, to Jason then back to Eddie. The tension was palpable.

Eddie sighed. "Alright, we can use one of the classrooms. Maybe the utility room in the schools basement." Everyone gathered their books and bags, not in defeat but rather in a 'for now' way.

Y/n was the last one to leave and Jason seemed surprised to see the girl he was determined to make his next 'woman'. He shook his and stopped her by a light grab of her shoulder.

He swallowed nothing. "You shouldn't hang out with them. They're freaks. They're into weird shit and they could hurt you." He said, for some reason not looking her in the eye.

The physical contact is what paused Y/n completely. She wasn't use to touching me. nor men touching her. But she knew overall, this wasn't okay because he was trying to stop her from something that wasn't his business.

Y/n put her hand ontop of Jasons' and put it off of her shoulder. "I think i'll be fine, Jason. You don't even know them. You dont know me." She said, a loose smile following.

Before Y/n could leave, Jason grabbed her arm with an iron grasp. His lackies busied themselves; not concerned about his behavior towards an innocent girl.

"It's not a suggestion. I don't want to you with Eddie Munson again. Do you hear me?" Jason told y/n, getting very close to her face.

Y/n looked side to side but her attempt to see any escape or call for help was fruitless. "Okay, just let me go." She whispered.

Jason looked her firmly in the eye, trying to decide if she was lying or not. With a quick, harsh squeeze, he let go of Y/n's arm and watched her scurry away. He couldn't have his future girlfriend hanging out with the scum of Hawkins. She'd need to learn her place (with him) soon.

Jason genuinely felt entitled to the attention of a woman now that the one woman who broke his heart had moved on; with a pal of his no less.

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The next day, y/n contemplated the ways she could get out of going to school. She could fake a fever or a cold but with a nurse mother, she figured any faking she'd do would be seen through immediately.

She also didn't know about skipping class; no she wasn't a goody-two shoes but there was no reason to break rules if it isn't necessary. Being scared of Jason Carver wasn't necessary. Y/n did think about going to Eddie but that seemed, pathetic, honestly.

She and Eddie weren't great friends; she only hung out with him through Hellfire but he appeared to be a good guy. Y/n also got to thinking what could Jason Carver do?

Yeah his family had some money but no tremendous pull in the town. She straightened herself out and decided to endure the day as normal. There was no reason to be afraid.

It happened at lunch. Eddie was riled up for the campaign we'd been planning for a month. He was so excited that he jumped onto the lunch table and made a fool of himself infront of everyone. But he didn't care; he never did.

Y/n couldn't help but cover her mouth as she laughed at the long-haired man bouncing around. She admired his attitude even during intense times.

But Eddie got too loud and Jason had yelled at him to stop acting out; like a parent scolding a child.

After some childish exchange of words, Eddie simmered down and laughing at Jason. They were all giggling but y/n stopped when Jason zoned in on her. He looked.....angry at her for laughing at the silliness of her friend. Unknown to her, he assumed she was laughing at him. While hanging out with the exact people he told her not to.

He'd show her where and to whom she belongs to later.

By the time last period rolled by, Y/n felt confident. Regardless of lunch, the day wasn't bad. She felt foolish really. Thinking that Jason Carver had been serious about her not hanging with her friends anymore.

Tonight there was no Hellfire meeting and her parents had a business dinner with coworkers so the house was hers alone.

*Ding Dong *

Almost alone....

Y/n opened the door to Jason Carver. With a large smile plastered on his face. "Hey, Y/n right? I know this is sudden but can I come in?"

The only sound between them was wind blowing outside and a car or two driving by. The siren were blaring in Y/n's head to not let him in.

"Oh, well I don't think so, Jason. My parents aren't home so I shouldnt have anyone here." She said but regretted it a second later. WHY WOULD YOU TELL HIM THAT???!!? The girl yelled at herself.

Jason put his foot in the door before Y/n closed it. His smile was gone but his eyes held a confident light.

"Listen. This can go two ways. Way one, you let me in and we can go about what I have planned, peacefully or.....I'll force my way in, in every meaning of the word." Jason explained in a low, raspy voice.

Y/n finally took a complete look at Jason. His once finely combed hair was disheveled. His usually neat clothes were wrinkled. He had bags under his once bright blue eyes.

Y/n tried to shut the door with force but she was no match for a guys strength. Y/n ran to the kitchen with a plan to escape through the back door.

Jason slammed the front door shut and smirked. He felt content with option 2; this is going to be fun, he thought to himself.

Y/n reached the door knob what was grabbed by the waist and thrown back to the ground. Jason stood above her, unwavering and ready.

"I expect you to listen to my words for now on; like an obedient girlfriend should." Jason said lifting Y/n back up by the arm and dragged her to the stairs.

"Where's your room?" Jason asked, his lips in a thin line.

Y/n shook her head, "Jason please. We don't know each other, don't do this." Y/n cried while trying to free herself from Jasons grip.

He shook his, "No. I've decided you're my next girlfriend. Don't pretend to be shocked; i've seen how you look at me. You should be grateful you get to live out your school girl crush."

Jason dragged the girl upstairs, "Now tell me which room is yours. You're already getting punished for hanging out with those freaks after I told you not to; don't make me add more."

Not wanting to make him angrier, she said, "That one." while hanging her head low.

Jason led her to her bedroom; he threw her in there and locked the door behind himself.

"Take off your clothes."

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

my fullmoon dream ended up being a somewhat dense one in a continuation of my dream timeline

There's this person, who was my friend but it ended badly, a few years ago. And i didnt really understand what happened it was very confusing to me, i didnt really have any power in the situation, it was only this past year i learned of the way all these strings were being pulled behind my back, which helped me understand why that situation occurred, why there was so much resentment directed towards me when i was trying so hard to just exist and keep the friendship simple + lighthearted. Like basically it was just sabotaged which has been kind of hard for me to accept even with finally knowing how it was sabotaged, it was all so unnecessary and i just wish i knew sooner.

over the past 2 or so years ive had a recurring dream scenario where I run into this person. i always write them on here too. Sometimes we apologize to each other, sometimes we dont really speak at all, but theres always this vibe of like, "Things are cool between us now, its Ok." And its a very relieving feeling, in the dreams. its almost exciting, like wow, we can be friends again??! The thing i find most interesting about it is that even though i lost a LOT of friends in the past few years through the same source of sabotage, this is the only person i have these dreams about. I guess we were pretty close for a while but still its interesting no one else comes up in this way.

Anyways. in the dream last night(this morning), it was kind of different... it was really emotional?? usually its never that emotional, usually we dont even say much. but in this dream today, they were crying, they were so earnestly apologetic, talking about how they regret the ways they treated me, and missed being my friend so much. And i cried too because it felt so good to hear it, i apologized for the messy ways i responded to the situation because i didnt get it at the time i thought i was going crazy.. And we were like holy shit we can finally just be friends again.. This is amazing..

as the conversation closed i woke up, i had a moment of being like woahh, that just happened, all the feelings and imagery of it cemented into my conscious mind. THEN, i fell BACK asleep, to the exact same dream!! it just continued. I went and did some other things, i got a job at this weird childrens entertainment center where i was dressed in a panda costume dancing for children. But it was the exact same setting, they were still sitting in the same spot close by, and in the dream i kept having flashes of relief thinking like "omg we're friends again i cant wait to catch up and talk more once im off work"

i feel my body woke me up from that conversation to make sure i really claearly remember that part of the dream before it continued on. I havent had a dream-wakeup-backtosamedream happen in quite a while but i always regard it as an extra significant dream when i do,... also its the full moon

i never know what to do after these dreams like do i reach out? honestly this person kind of intimidates me so i never know. Like i cAnt imagine in reality they miss being my friend that much. But they are pretty sentimental deep down, so maybe. Its just a difficult situation where I was never the one with any of the power, So it feels strange to instigate contact. Like how it happened in the dream, it would only really make sense if they said something first. Maybe these dreams are just meant to bring about some psychic closure that i'm not likely to ever receive irl. Its always very confusing to wake up from lol. I would like to feel that relief for real..

But at the end of the day im satisfied with my life and the friends I have now, so its not a big deal. Just stuff thats buried. I swear its always full moons when i dream about them lol! We have the same moon sign, in astrology, i wonder if thats something to do with it. We always had a lot of weird almost creepy synchronizations in our personalities. Oh well

[frostythefrostedfox]

I can't really see sonamy working out in the long run, either one of or both characters would have to be ooc if they were a couple, I can only see it as alot of giving and sacrificing mostly from Sonic's end, because so far shown in the games canon, Amy hasnt had alot of patience with him and wants a more typical kind of relationship with sonic with dating and all that, which sonic just isnt all that in to.

Considering how much the average sonamy fanbrat clings for dear life to two tposing models in a leaked screenshot and one out of context leftover line, it has always seem like they are looking for validation rather than consensus, they tend to turn any conversation from "exposition of motives" to "explaining why i am right", and you cant win that one, you never will.

The reason why so much sonamy related stuff feels so OOC for both of themy care very little about representing the actual characters and more about representing what they want these characters to be, usually turning them into mouthpieces for whatever bias or story they want to tell, which in turn explains a lot of their love for other OOC representations of their pairing, like Prime Sonic and Thorn, or IDW Sonamy. Their story reads great if you read it in a vacuum, but as soon as you contrast whatever they wrote with the writing in the games, it becomes apparent that these are not the same characters, replacing Sonic with Domingo, by writing him to be, usually, a self centered prick that has to learn the value of *insert positive trait here*, or a little penis man that trips on his balls everytime he takes a step and needs someone to believe in him so he can do this with the power of love and friendship; and replacing Amy with Consuela, this lovey dovey perfect girl that has never ever done anything wrong, has never made Sonic feel uncomfortable, has never stalked him and has never ever in the history of ever tried to force her views and herself into sonic's lifestyle.

For some this shit was never about "why would these two character become better by being with each other" and more of "Me and my pookie". For a while several depictions of sonamy (i would call it fanon, but that would imply there is a canon counterpart, and guess what!) have always struck me as some weird self insert, and it usually reads in one of two ways

First: Self inserting as Sonic, the one being chased, the thing gets morphed into some early 2000s romcom plot, "she is annoying but i care about her", where, at the end, the pursued reveals that they have always had an interest in the pursuer and that trying to get away was their way to try and fool themselves. Usually this goes with the motif of "I wish that were me"

Second: Self inserting as Amy, this is the toxic and problematic one, because more often than not the author ends up agreeing with the concept of "Love as a transaction", where their interest must always be reciprocated because they did these many things, they have been around for this long or they have met this set of arbitrary requisites.

I really don't wanna be that person, but to me these behaviours tends to speak a lot more about its poster than about the subject of the post, and the fact that you're usually met with such defensive, offensive and sometimes aggresive behaviours (because the shit that some of them say is really eyebrow raising and I wanna believe is just a passing comment that does not represents their actual views on said topics and issues) from the fanbrats upon mentioning it, hinting at it or bringing it up, makes me believe it

If you have to change two characters so much before they can be compatible with each other, maybe they don't belong together, and maybe, just maybe, you're just looking way to deep into something that holds absolutely no meaning for validation of your ideas that you yourself made believe were real, and acting the way that some do whenever the topic aint "how great sonamy is" kinda points in the direction of "I know it but im afraid to admit it"

At the end of the day people can like whatever they want and I'm sure that most sonamy fans are normal people, but if you're one of the fanbrats that just gotta be so vocal and loud about it, don't act all offended when the others complain, or worse, do the same

[sentientgopro]

Hey y'all, not exactly active on here, especially when talking about myself, but I really need to get some shit off my chest right now. I had a couple realisations yesterday that culminated in some shit I never thought I would be saying or thinking.

I never thought I could be anything but straight. I liked women, so I mustve been straight. Im definately an advocate for everyone giving their gender true consideration, even when most will come out the other side cis, and confidently so, as did I.

Then I realised I didn't like women in the way most straight guys do. Afer clearing up some prior misconceptions about Aromanticism and asexuality, I realised those two labels fit me perfectly. But sometimes I wonder why I still feel a certain way about girls. There's just something about the way they look that's appealing to me, even if I dont find girls attractive...

Oh shit. That wasn't attraction. That was envy.

So that train of thought kind of went from 0 to 10 real fucking fast. This realisation brought to my attention feelings that Ive had for a good while, but have passed off as r/196 induced brainrot. Besides, and this is the biggest thing that stopped me realising this earlier, I dont feel that who I am now is wrong. I look in the mirror, and I see myself. But I've only recently kinda grasped the concept that being trans isn't all about dysphoria, having dysphoria is not always the way to tell. Although I dont think being a man is wrong, fucking hell, being a girl would be much better. And it feels so fucking weird actually typing that.

But what I'm saying is, atleast for the time being, I could manage to just not do anything. Which is for the better seeing as my parents would start screaming at me for saying anything remotely in the direction of being an ally. And I live on TERF Island. Transitioning would be an absolute pain in the ass, especially right now, so it kinda feels like why bother when the way I am doesnt really feel wrong. Transitioning could be quite dangerous and have big risks, it kinda just feels like I dont need that shit in my life, Im already running on fumes and a list of people I need to outlive. I usually hold a mindset of "if it ain't broke, don't fix it", but this usually applies to binary things, like if my team wins using the same strat a few times in a row in CS, "Do it again, ain't broke, don't fix", but this is not nearly as binary as that, this isn't a win/loss.

Something that is both comforting and a little concerning is that no matter what, there is atleast a 2 year hold on this. I should be able to go to uni after that and start living my own life, but as of right now, doing something like transitioning is NOT an option. Ive got a 2 year long planning phase and Ive kinda just been taking stock tbh. I don't think "that" period of my life hit too hard, Im still skinny (Yeah, ik skinny =/= feminine but its better than being buff imo) kinda fuckin tall, if my growth follows the same as my brother did which it is so far Im gonna be like 6'3 by the end of that 2 years (6'1 now) so thats probably gonna be more of a mild annoyance than a genuine problem. My voice varies ALOT, I can have a pretty damn low voice, and a bit of a higher pitch, it naturally varies, I normally find I talk in a higher pitch when I'm happier and lower when Im trying to appear more... normal? idk, theres probably somrthing to think about in that.

Honestly idk, theres no real end point to this, I just wanted to talk about this somewhere. As much as I never saw myself being in this position, I use r/196, play ULTRAKILL, and Study Computer Science and want to continue it as a career path, cmon, it was only ever a matter of time, this was inevitable.

[caramelmochacrow]

chapter 3 of white return. im not okay rn.

(1334 words)

just so you know im wailing rn. like im weeping. but im not going to reflect that in the text as much as possible. this event is not good for me kind of so this one is going to have a tangent.

im in the situation of yuka right now. except i ignored my feelings for a year straight and then that friend of mine (the esora) started dating a person they're close with (the rei in this situation), but not someone im close with. that person is pretty much a stranger to me. it really hurts to see yuka thinking the same things i was thinking. ive spent the past weeks looking at them being together and being cute. teasing them sometimes. when i found out they were dating, i cried a little but decided to bury all of that so i can be happy for my friend. it was good, because i wasn't miserable. but, when i read this story, it sort of just hit me that my heart was broken. just by reading those few words by yuka "i feel a bit uncomfortable", it made me realize how hurt i am. i had to take a rhythm game heaven break.

anyway, ow. back to reading. few weeks have passed of practicing. ok. rei notices that yuka changed the choreo to fit her playing (the latter is pointed out by esora). interesting. it's more... restrained. hm. oh. yuka's doing it again. im going to spoil my yuka essay, sure. yuka says that "esora and kyoko both adjusted [to the choreo] so quickly, they're amazing to." this is okay, but one thing yuka had repeatedly done in middle school was avoid compliments directed toward her. she always did it by pointing out things the others did "better" than her, so it's nice to see it be brought up her... kind of. yuka did that out of this idea she isn't living up to what people expect of her (she isn't enough) so it's odd to see her doing it again. especially because of the single addition of rei. i guess she acts like this when she meets someone new? i highly doubt that though.

anyway, i dont want to spoil the yuka essay as much as i have now, so i'll move on. they're taking a water break. esora gives rei her water bottle and then they start discussing a topic to themselves. yuka reacts. for the record, if you know what daiba nana sounds like, the "ah, matta" of yuka is spoken exactly like how nana would when she sees junna interacting with karen or some shit. anyway, yuka finally points out that esora's been too close with rei, specifically "been fussing". and kyoko and shinobu think about it in different ways. kyoko thinks that esora's just talking normally, probably because she knows that esora likes helping people who are new; rei is new to working with peaky, so she wants rei to be comfortable. to shinobu, she probably sees esora doing this because she (esora) is looking at it through a business perspective. she wants the live to go smoothly, so she wants to make sure everything with the piano works out well. not only does this show kyoko and shinobu's feelings toward esora and rei's relationship compared to yuka, but it also highlights how kyoko and shinobu see this collaboration. kyoko sees it as something for fun, while shinobu sees it as something music focused. both perspectives are true, because both things are what esora would do. esora would think about a new person feeling nervous and wants them to be comfortable. esora would also want the live to be in peak shape, so she would also want to make sure the pianist is okay. kyoko assure yuka by saying that... from what i understand, it sounds like she's saying esora invited rei and it's not weird because they (esora and yuka) have known each other since middle school, so it isn't odd. im not sure if my read on this sentence is correct because it could also refer to esora and rei, but this doesnt make sense because peaky doesnt know that rei and esora are childhood friends. (unless i missed an event, then fml)

and then kyoko asks esora to play something. okay. esora's nervous because she doesnt know if she's going to be good, so rei helps her out by playing a duet. okay. kyoko and shinobu compliment esora and rei, shinobu specifically says that "they (esora and rei) are totally in sync." esora does the same thing that yuka did and passes that compliment to rei by saying she (esora) did "nothing special." i just want the record to show that yuka hasnt said anything. rei then compliments esora back, because of course she would. ooooh and then kyoko asks for yuka's opinion, only for yuka to say that she was "so entranced, she missed capturing it on camera". this is insane. yuka, every moment she sees, would want to capture something she believes is worth preserving because it shows a side of her friends/the world around her she has never seen. yuka not wanting to capture esora playing piano with rei, a thing she has said she has never seen esora do much, says a lot about her feelings enough. she doesnt believe seeing this side of esora is worth to capture; rather, she believes it's something that shouldn't be remembered. (does that make sense?) she has said seeing those two makes her uncomfortable, so if she were to capture that moment of esora playing the piano, it would remind yuka of the uncomfortable feeling she has. but of course, yuka dismisses her feelings and asks them to play the piano again so she can picture it. but esora says no (in a joking way), because of course. she plays it off as a joke, but esora doesnt like piano. why would she do it again? she wouldn't even do it for the sake of her parents, even if her friends begged, she wouldn't do it again. yuka reacts in a silly way, causing everyone to laugh. possibly because she knows she needs to keep up the lighthearted mood that esora made w her reaction. but we can tell by the laugh afterward that yuka doesnt feel the same. she forces her laugh out and no one notices.

oh and of course kyoko and shinobu have a cafe date at vinyl after practice. of course they do. idiots. yuka asks where esora and rei are. makes sense. ahhhh, practicing by themselves. okay. yuka wants to stay with esora and rei. okay. annnnd shinobu doesnt notice. of course. she's stupid, anyway, kyoko notices because of course she does. THE DOOR IS OPEN!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!>q?!?!?!?!

huh. huh. huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh. they leave the door open for yuka to listen in and also to air out the room. okay. yuka hides from them. okay. "what am i doing, it's just practicing together..." okay, thank you for telling me these thoughts yuka.

esora's the reason why this happening. she just wanted to hear rei's piano again. and she uses the -chan honorific. in front of yuka. okay. oh and she brought old photos of her and rei together. photos. you know, the things yuka use to remember moments in time? evidence that such things existed? they're reminiscing now, of time that has long passed. pointing out minute details. esora says that the rei in the photo is cute, holding out a peace sign. okay. rei states she used to happy when getting her picture taken, implying that she doesnt like getting her picture taken now; this explains her reaction to yuka taking a photo of her a while ago. esora tells her to try to recall the feeling and show a peace sign. owch. and yuka thinks to herself that she missed her chance to enter. and she leaves. okay. im fine.

[slasherslave44]

Our love will never grow old.

Summary: you and rocket have been together for four years now. He decides to spend sometime with you after almost dying.

warning: cussing , some drinking , spelling errors , fluff , Non-canon

Pairing: Rocket x GN!reader

You were doing some chores around your house. You know like cleaning , organizing , staring at a wall. You decided to do some work after. You were helping rocket with plans for the schools and such for the kids. The kids look up to you as a mother. They even call you mother in their language. You loved those kids dearly and they loved you.

You start some 2000s music since that was your shit. You laid the plans out and a note book , poured a glass of scotch and got to work. A hour later the song Umbrella by Rihanna comes on and somehow you began to think about how you and rocket met. You both met in prison, you got in for stealing some crystals to power a weapon you had made. You never knew how rocket got in he never told you.

You two ended up as cell mates and boy did you guys argue at first. Well more of he yelled and pissed him off more because you kept calm , you never yelled back and you just made snarky comment the whole time just to piss him off more. You were use to this because you apart of the avengers for sometime and became like daughter to Tony, so much so he adopted you because why not. After a while you were laying on the top bunk one night and just started talking to rocket. You told him you knew he came from the High Evolutionary and that you went there to. You were a study to them, they found out you couldnt die . They wanted to see how many thing you could survive and boy was it alot. You knew Lylla as soon as she was made. You had comforted her that night and made her feel better. You were only six at the time. Now you had told Lylla that she should pick a name and I gave her a couple names. She had picked Lylla and you always thought it was a gorgeous name. You eventually got tooken away once they found out how dangerous you actually were.

SInce then you and rocket became good friends and evetually became apart of the guardians. You guys didnt get together until you guys got kidnapped by the ravengers. You knew them to after being one of them for 4 years. It was after you left terran after being an avenger for 10 years. Yondu was like your space dad and quill was like your big brother. You and rocket have been through a roller coaster of emotions since then.

Suddenly avril lavgine came on and you began to think of when you almost lost rocket. You were so scared. You wouldnt leave his side until you all had to go save rockets life. You had stayed with him when quill and nebula went to go to the High Evolutionarys headquarters on counter earth. When you almost lost him your whole being changed in a second. It made you realise how much rocket has impacted your life.

You were pulled from your thoughts when your door opened. You turned to see your loving racoon. You smiled at him. " Hi love, what are you doing here so early? you normally come at night." He smiled alittle sighing. "Can a guy not take break erey once in a while?" You just playfully rolled your eyes and continue to work on the plans. " whatever you say."

He looked at you for a min and you could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head. You turn back to look at him, making direct eye contact. " Rocket are you ok ? youre acting alittle weird." He sighed " ya im alright, just alittle out a it , I did just almost die a few weeks ago." You hummed not believing him. You didnt like to push too much knowing he will get mad. But you felt like prodding so you did. " Fair but I know thats not it. Now come on rocket you can tell me. I wont make fun of you I swear."

He sighed dropping his head alittle. He knows better than to try and ignore you when youre like this. " I just mmss you mk." You stared at him. "you what?" He sighed " I jus' missed you mk" you smiled at him. " aww rocket I missed you too" you could see his lips curl alittle.

Its not often rocket is like this. You decided to enjoy this moment. You got up and walked over to him. He didnt move which was a good sign. You kissed the top of his head and hugged him. You prepared for him to try and back away but he didnt. Instead he leaned into your touch and nuzzled his head into your neck. You smiled as you held him closer. You backed away and put your hands on his face. He nuzzled his head into your hand. You giggled alittle at his action. After a while of this he closed the space between you with a kiss, in which you happily returned.

"I love you y/n." he said gazing into your eyes. You smiled even more" I love you too rocket." You both went and laid on the couch holding eachother until you both fell asleep.

It wasnt often that these moments happen but when they do , its glorious.

[boyswanna-be-her]

Let me preface this by saying that I'm recounting all of this kind of mundane shit about BFR for myself because guaranteed I'm going to be trying to understand/recap this narrative while im lonely in colorado. And honestly I know it's gonna be easy for me to forget details and second-guess shit that feels so obvious to me in the moment. So if you don't want a blow by blow of this absolutely PG romantic relationship, just skip this one for now.

Today was really nice and the first day in a little while where I haven't had anything pressing to do. It was pouring at the clinic today--has been all week. Yesterday I sat in my front seat w BFR and we smoked a joint together and made fun of the one wet protester until the rain passed. Great morning.

We had lunch together at one of my favorite taco spots in my old neighborhood, and then we had to walk back to the thai place where we ate dinner the night before bc they'd left their sunglasses behind. We went to a coffee shop for a while where they patiently waited for me to be done with a working meeting on my laptop. Then we took a walk in the park in between rain. It was just seamless, idk. There's no question that we'll go do the next thing together. When the rain wouldn't let up at the park, I suggested we go to one of my fave places in the city, and I drove us to a giant used bookstore that was a few miles away.

I didn't realize until we got there that they'd never been before!! I try to take everyone I can there if they're from out of town, and it is ABSOLUTELY my favorite place to both take a new date and have a special date with an established partner. I don't feel guilty about taking basically everyone I've ever dated there--a good date is a good date. There's a lot of built-in conversation to be had and it's easier than a bar and free to wander around. We accidentally killed an enormous amount of time there, and we shot the shit about 20th century history which is my jam, so amazing to talk abt it w someone who can hang, READS, and doesn't have anything to prove in terms of static knowledge recall.

We hung out for a little while but they had yoga and I wanted to head home so we split up after that and it felt... weird? Like it always feels like there's this last step we are missing to our goodbyes. They forced a hug one time when we were saying goodbye from the clinic, but it was really early on and RIGHT when I was coming to terms with being attracted to them (like second time seeing them after having the realization) which means I was in ultra robot mode, and also assumed it was one-sided and they were just trying to be nice. Like I literally think I did a one arm side hug and they were so dejected they never tried again. Now we're weeks later and it feels weird that we're not kissing goodnight or something.

But I had the evening to myself and finally broke down and talked to someone from my real life about them. He was very affirming that I'm not insane, and just recapping the timeline to someone made it make more sense in my mind. I didn't even have to present half of my evidence for my friend to say yeah, that's going in A Direction. I just second guess it all for a variety of reasons, but for example when I screenshotted a text and sent it as evidence that I feel like they text me like a coworker sometimes, my friend pointed out that nobody in the history of neutral coworkers has ever crafted such a long and careful text. Which. Touche.

This morning we were back out at the clinic bright and early. My friend was supposed to join us but she couldn't at the last minute. Instead she dropped into the chat and asked if someone could fill in for her. If I didn't feel like we were already attracting attention (spoiler: we are), i would've REALLY preferred to jump in and say "noooo worries, no third wheel needed please." But we are getting a little visible. So I didn't. And BFR's friend jumped in to take my friend's place volunteering with us.

I ended up being really happy the friend was there though! The two of us are more like a couple when there IS a third person there, although the vibe can be a lot to navigate sometimes and I often have to shut down and take some time to myself. It wasn't unwelcome to have him there though. It makes the vibe between me & bfr more apparent, pronounced, whatever. We already have such a shorthand in common which 😍 wrow, communication fluency.

I invited his friend to lunch with us, and he accepted, and it was fun--I took them to my favorite Greek place which is legit like three blocks from the clinic.

Friend went on his way, the two of us moved to the next location: their favorite spot to work. I also love this location bc you can watch the afternoon rain and vape furiously on the porch without getting wet. Like I said, today was the first day in a while where neither of us had much to do in the way of work. They have been threatening to inflict their favorite board game on me for a while now, and it finally happened today. I am notoriously uninterested in board games (more like bored games amiright) but the combo of my biggest fan being excited to teach/compliment me on how AMAZING i am at it (rofl lying but ok) and the inherent fun of the game meant that I, uh, had a lot of fun, unfortunately.

We did two REALLY close rounds, and in the second game they almost fully missed a work call they had at 7:00 (I remembered bc i am insane but I also didn't mention it until 6:50 bc I thought maybe they were goofing on me and pretending like they'd lost track of time). Turns out they had been planning on muting and barely looking at the meeting anyway bc they didn't wanna stop playing--which is flattering but I'm also like "[Redacted], i already very much want the best for you, INCLUDING not becoming completely codependent and risking your living bc im so charming and fun" so there was a lot of me pausing the play and asking about the meeting.

By the time that was over, we were already butting up against the time we were supposed to meet their friends to lift tonight. We hadn't eaten dinner but they offered to feed me at their place which was perfect. We went straight back and holy shit their homemade leftovers were delicious.

Their friends came on time to lift and the first thing out of the mouth of the one who knows me better was "you and [redacted] have really been spending a lot of time together huh?" The two of us made eye contact and kinda laughed and BFR said "yep" and both made the 😬 face and the friend wouldn't let it go and repeated "you guys spend all day together now..." and my 😬 face couldn't get any more intense and he said "all day... today..." i said "yep we're pretty codependent." (I'd made the same not-joke yesterday when I was very truly pointing out that I don't remember what to do with my alone time anymore, and they not-jokingly replied "yeah we've ruined each other." Which like. At least we're aware.) Only later did I realize that BFR mustve been talking to the friend about it bc I definitely wasn't and there was no public talk about it in our shared discord so 👀 bitch i see u chatting in private abt me.

Lifting was incredible as always. Their friends who are a decade younger than us and sometimes join us, sometimes don't, really crack me up and I have such a good rapport with one of the guys that I think I lift better with him around (the one who was giving us a hard time tonight). He dishes out the abuse I give him while lifting, which I love. Between him and bfr, I feel like a fucking all-star lifter in that little garage gym. They talk positively about my form when they don't even realize I can hear them. Even so, BFR will not hesitate to call me out when a lift looks bad or I need a cue.

So yeah. It's nice. Hanging out at their place, being fed, getting let in on a LOT more inner details than I got in the first months of knowing them. That's all lovely. I always try to text them and let them know when I've had a lot of fun with them, and that's just basically turned into a nightly check-in. On Sunday, I got a very coworkery (imo) message from them about enjoying our time together, thanking me for my "wonderful company," thanking me for spending so much time together, thanking me for attending so many events with them, and saying that they are "definitely down to keep hanging out in the future." At the time I felt like "that's a weirdly formal way to put all this" but getting home to tonight's much more neurotic message made it make more sense (along w the feedback from a trusted friend who makes good points). Like it was a careful message because they are being exceedingly careful with me. They know some of my more obvious damage (all the psychic sucking chest wounds are hard to ignore after a few weeks of learning about me, and i've been going out of my way to be quite "warts and all" with them). They value our time together A LOT. And the more that I understand our similarities, the more I know that they're also likely really fucking scared to endanger the chemistry of this friendship by introducing ANY other dynamic.

Im finally getting to the end here. Tumblr will probably eat this entry. I'm posting it before a full edit--RIP anyone parsing this.

But the message that I came home to tonight was FINALLY a little more vulnerable, and essentially said that if I want to spend LESS time with them, I'm going to have to tell them that straight up, and that that'll be ok, but if so they need to lnow because this is the amount of time they want to spend with me (all of it), and they don't anticipate that changing.

So! Guess I'll puke and die now! Literally spent five minutes last night considering how I could smuggle them to Colorado with me. Also I haven't had anywhere to put this but since this is an all-bfr all the time blog now, we are going to go on a trip together to chicago in August! There's an actual reason to go other than lovefest vacation (pretty much a work trip for them that I've been asked to tag along for) but as we are actually finalizing the trip plans, it definitely feels more than a little bit like we are going on a lovefest vacation. Which is all the more reason why it would be great to not be hella conspicuous (even though it's a little fun being hella conspicuous).

Like I didn't need another human to come validate my existence, but I *did* need to meet someone who could threaten the idea that I'm ready to die alone. It's nice. It's all nice!! I'm definitely not crying and throwing up!!!

[tickly-trashcan]

hii hope your days been going well!! deadass been returing to re read your most recent fic its stuck in my thoughts you wrote them so good im crushing it in my palms

for the hc reqs!! what do you think about kai?? hes been stirring my brain mush like pancake batter and i would like to hear hcs you have >:]

A/N: JETT LITERALLY BLESS YOU FOR THIS i'm going to sob I love Kai so much i want to squeeze him so hard he melts in my hand!!! ur art has been feeding me and i hope i can return the favor by yelling about Kai because im INSANE and i hope u enjoy.... have a lovely day!!

OHMYGOD okay so he's tickly. HES TICKLY and he should absolutely get got because he's just a silly guy and he acts all tough but one poke and he folds like a fckn lawn chair and its so funny

like if you squeeze his hips and he's not paying attention he crumbles instantly. disintegrates

he is totally one of those people who doesn’t mind being tickled but will absolutely deny it because he’s so fckn stubborn LOL

he’s more used to being the one doing the tickling since he’s the oldest sibling, but that doesn’t mean that Nya hasn’t gotten him good over the years lol

one time at dinner Kai was bragging about how he had just tickled Jay to bits over a bet or something stupid LOL and Nya was like “oh that’s cool but remember when i tickled you so bad that you promised to do all my chores”

this almost immediately resulted in Kai getting tickled to try and pass off chores LOL

kai is super dramatic when he’s being tickled like he’ll flail and shriek even if he’s just getting poked

when Lloyd was still a wee lad he would sneak up behind Kai and tickle him and then run as fast as his little legs could take him LMFAOOO

Kai got him really good after that but Lloyd never stopped doing it until he got older and claimed he was “more mature”

Do not believe Lloyd this is a lie he is still a goofy kid at heart and definitely still tickles Kai just to mess with him

ALSO when Lloyd was younger Kai would always give him piggy back rides or shoulder rides

he would tickle Lloyd sometimes while he was up there because he thought it was funny that he had absolutely nowhere to go LOL so he’d just be wiggling around while Kai tickled his hips or his feet

Even after Lloyd got older HES STILL TEENY and so on occasion he still gets piggy back rides. Kai complains that he’s too old for shoulder back rides and that Lloyd will break his back LOL

Jay claims that since he’s short he should also get piggy back rides and one time Kai just wanted him to shut up so he let him have one and then Jay immediately started tickling Kai and it was so funny

IT WAS EVEN FUNNIER bc he had the dramatic slow fall to his knees and then Jay just pinned him down and tickled the snot out of him

Kai uses Nya as one of his primary excuses to tickle Jay like “price for trying to smooch my sister is tickles” and its funny because half the time he tickles Jay for this he wasn’t even doing anything LOL he probably just looked in her general direction

I would also like to think that since Kai and Nya are siblings they 100% are mean to each other in the most petty way

so like Jay will be saying something about Nya and Kai immediately is like “she snores btw. and she doesn’t always brush her teeth. and she thinks cantaloupe is the best fruit which is weird who likes cantaloupe”

Jay told Nya he said this and then she was like “well did you know Kai can’t spell Fahrenheit. and he does muscles at himself in the mirror. and he thinks cantaloupe sucks because he got food poisoning from it which is a skill issue on his end”

ITS FUNNY BECAUSE… EVERYONE ELSE IS AN ONLY CHILD IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY??? so they do Not understand why Kai and Nya do this shit and it’s so funny and then eventually they get into a tickle fight and they’re screaming at each other about CANTALOUPE

i should also note here that Nya almost always wins tickle fights with Kai. why? i do not know. it is just the way it works for them

Kai runs warm so i think he’s actually more sensitive to tickles from Zane especially bc. Zane’s hands are always a bit icy

like when Kai’s wearing a thick enough shirt he doesn’t notice but i think they had like. sleeveless outfits a few times?? yeah Zane stuck his hands under Kai’s arms when that happened and Kai actually screamed so loud

He also jumped and ended up falling back on top of Zane and knocking them both over LOL he’s so dramatic but also it did tickle pretty bad for him

GAAAAH i could go on for so long about Kai it's not even funny PLS i literally love him sm thank you again for the request and i hope you have a SPLENDID day and drink ur water bc its good for u!!!

[t5u]

lee heeseung; heart eyes.

pairing: lee heeseung x reader, heeseung x reader

genre: fluffffff, inspired by the song melting by kali uchis!

synopsis: in where the both of you have nothing but love in your eyes whenever you looked at each other, and all flaws turn into perfection. but it took you both long enough, so heeseung decides to confess at the perfect time

trigger warning(s): abit of swearing, overworking

word count: 1.9K

a/n: finally back on tumblr!! ive been away for a while due to some personal reasons. and i wrote this and dedicated it to heeseung because of the amount of unnecessary hate he's getting :(. i love him with all my heart and all im hoping for is for all this to die down and that he'd feel so much better. we truly dont deserve him.

this was sort of rushed and was resting in my drafts for a while unfinished, ive had a pretty buzy schedule irl so i apologize beforehand for all grammatical mistakes or lines that sound rushed, im not in my right state of mind and im just writing to distract myself. but i really hope you enjoy!

~~~

[7:20 AM]

saying that you were sleepy was an understatement, you’re exhausted.

it's a bad habit but you tend to either overwork yourself with an overwhelming amount of schoolwork and studying or you’d not study at all.

last night was one of those nights where you forgot about the time and ended up sleeping at 4AM.

you laid on the desk resting your eyes, slowly drifting back to sleep. that’s until a loud thud could be heard beside you, making you flinch.

“morning loser” a deep voice said. heeseung.

you quickly lifted your head back up to look up at your side, watching him sit down.

how does one look so good in an oversized shirt and messy hair? no idea.

“what made you decide to come to class today?” you said, in a sarcastic voice.

the boy barely makes appearances to class, it was kind of weird to see him arrive at class so early too.

“what a way to greet your best friend” he replied as he roughly ruffled your hair.

“yah!” you yelled, not in the mood to fuck around due to how tired you were.

he laughed, leaning back on his seat with his arms now folded and staring at you as you irritatedly fixed your hair.

you turned back to throw him a glare, that shit grin was still on his face. quite the opposite of how he made you feel at that moment.

"you look like a panda" he half whispered.

"i know" you muffled, turning back to your desk to lay down. letting out a sigh after closing your eyes.

heeseung digging through his bag could be heard

"i'll be right back"

"mhm"

he dashed out of class

~~~

"yah, wake up" a familiar voice said, not too far from your ear. you turned to the direction, only to be greeted by heeseung's face right next to yours.

your heart just did a backflip, his face was practically right next to yours, one little move, your noses would be touching.

honestly it wasn't the first time he made you feel that way, every single time he was around you, every time he spoke, every time he smiled or just did anything, your insides turn inverted, your blood starts to rush and the feeling of butterflies in your stomach grows.

he then smiled, looking at your clueless expression due to your distracting thoughts. you could stare at him all day, and oh how you loved his smile, you always have. he was panting a bit due to all the running he did. the way his bambi eyes squinted, the way he smiled, his soft lips, just everything about him you loved

sometimes you wonder how perfect a person can be, especially your best friend thats right in front of you. just like your favorite song that came to be your favorite because it reminded you of him, he's just like heaven's incarnate. whenever he was around, whenever he talks you felt safe and comfort.

he didn't find your staring weird because he was doing the same, the smile never left his face.

realizing how you were staring directly at him and how the tension grew between you two, in a tired voice, you muttered out "where did you go?"

he let out a breathy laugh, lifting his hand to boop your nose, and then back to smiling and staring at your sleepy state for a bit, he then sat back up to rummage through the plastic bag in his hand

"i got you breakfast because i know you skipped it" he brought out custard bread that he bought from your favorite bakery and placed it right in front of you. "and coffee, just how you like it"

he handed you your coffee cup, he also had one in for himself in front of him.

it has always been like this between you two, he always took care of you, ever since you fell scraped your knee back in kindergarten, when you both were only 5.

you remember him running to grab a bandaid from his little school bag, made you sit and took care of your little injury. ever since then it was always an instinct to take care of you whether it was necessary or not.

and it was also because it was his love language, his act of service.

he leaned forward resting his face on his palm, staring straight at you and sipping his coffee, in a way sarcastically smacked his lips rapidly, and took another sip.

"you look stupid" you said laughing a bit, finally sitting up to stretch yourself a bit.

he was still in the same position just staring at you.

"what"

"i'm waiting to make sure you eat"

"you make me feel like a kid that needs supervision at all times sometimes"

again, he laughed. and it made you feel good because he found it funny. you'd be lying if you said you didn't watch every stand-up comedy to learn to be funny specifically for him.

it didn't matter anyway because he always finds himself unconsciously smiling at everything you say.

"you kinda are, if you think about it" he said

"heeseung i will-

"eeaaattt" he said, with your custard bread he unpackaged without you realizing in his hand, shoving it in your mouth.

~~~

[5:30 PM]

"hey" the long awaited notification popped up. you had been hoping he had texted you today ever since you were on your way home.

"hi hee" you responded

"you wanna go for a walk around the park?"

"yeah sure"

"alright, i'll be at your house in 15"

you shut your phone and smiled to yourself, rushing to get a thick coat and a beanie to go downstairs to wait for him.

you picked out your shoe and waited by the door, fixing your hair a bit.

the doorbell rang soon after. his house was close so it was a short walk.

you opened the door and there he was. the cold weather made the tip of his nose red, and his breathes were kind of foggy. his hair looks effortless, like he did nothing to it except brushing it and ran out the house. he had a scarf on, covering his face a bit.

again, butterflies.

"ready to go?"

"yup"

~~~

[7:25 PM]

if there was anything heeseung loved to do the most with you, it would be hanging out in peaceful and quiet places. because that way, you two talk alot.

heeseung loved listening to you talk, because it always meant you were opening up to him and telling him feelings you've bottled up. it made him feel at in a way special and at ease knowing that you find it hard to open up to people, and here you are, talking to him.

"seriously, things are sorta getting better for me. or maybe it's just that i've gotten used to all of this." you said, looking down at the dimly lit path, staring at both your shadows and smiling to yourself a bit, realizing how bad that kind of sounded.

"y/n, if anything you're the most hard-working person i know, and i'm not stopping you from doing your thing but sometimes i just think it's too much for you. your mental health matters too you know?" he said in a reassuring way, turning to you.

you hummed in response and looked back at him.

"you matter too." he sighed and softly smiled, "we're young, you know. we got a long way ahead of us and plenty of time. don't waste your youth on just overworking yourself, you'll regret it."

in deep thoughts to what he just said, you stared ahead once again.

the moon was so clear tonight. you had always loved night walks at the park. something about the quiet atmosphere, the street lights lighting up the path, the crickets and the big trees. it's always so calming and it always felt like, to you, the few good things in your life.

little did you know, one of those few things was staring at you, but too you were too distracted in your thoughts to realize. it was one of the few things he kind of loved about you because of how unconsciously mesmerizing you looked, smiling to yourself from time to time, but also something he kind of wished you did less of.

both good things like something that makes you feel all warm inside, bad things like overthinking or stressing, or bottling up your feelings. you have too much thoughts to think about in that little pretty head of yours, he thinks to himself.

"what do you think i should be doing during my youth, hee?" you suddenly asked. something about how you said it was soft, sad yet with a sense of hopefulness.

"so many things, doll." your blood rushed at the sudden nickname. "like?" he smiled at you, "adopting a cat and naming it after me like you always said," you giggled. "or visiting different places you've always wanted to, with friends?" i barely have any friends, hee" you both laughed.

you were terrible at socializing and it's not that he didn't know. he tries to help you with it too. like telling you beforehand what to say and how to talk to the cashier before entering a café, a bookstore, or with greeting people. he was always there for you to grab onto when you're feeling shy or awkward around people. "you get my point, just go have fun. don't be so harsh on yourself."

it was pure silence after that. not the unbearable and awkward kind of silence, it was a comforting silence, all thoughts.

a love life? although you had eyes for a person, you didn't think you could afford love at the moment. and it was kind of hard to imagine anyone ever liking you.

all you saw in yourself were flaws that you've constantly been working on to fix.

with always working being your habit ever since young, it was hard for you to think of doing anything else during your free time other than working or making yourself feel useful and busy.

you could think of one thing actually,

"the moon's beautiful, isn't it?" he asked, stopping in his path and distracting your thoughts once again, not that you complained because he was the thought.

you looked up at the boy. if anyone else looked at how you were looking at him right now, they would all say you got hearts for eyes.

he was the prettiest boy you had ever laid eyes on. and every single flaw he had, to you, it only made you fall for him even more. you loved his eyes and how much it reminded you of bambi, you loved his tall nose and the way it scrunches up every time he laughs, you loved his soft lips.

"yeah, it is" you responded, your eyes unknowingly stays on his lips. feeling your stare, he looked at you and his smile turned into a grin.

"d'you wanna kiss me?" he said in a teasing matter, leaning down to reach your eye level, a few inches from your face.

you froze for a bit, "i- no no! that's not what i meant" awkwardly laughing.

your heart rate increased so fast it felt like you were having a heart attack. your blood rushed up to the tip of your nose and cheeks and it wasn't helping that he was staring right at you with that smile of his when you were doing everything in your power to avoid his eyes.

he found your flustered state adorable. with the wind blowing on your hair lightly, your cheeks all rosy and your eyes moving all frantically he felt like he was going to lose it.

he smiled widely, bringing his hand up to your head, patting it softly. "you know y/n," he said as he straightened up and slowly walked closer towards you, "you don't realize how much of an impact you have on me."

he paused for a bit, thinking of all those words he had been dying to tell you, gathering them all up and picking out the best ones because if he was to say everything he loved and thought about you, you both would have to stand there until the moon sets and the sun rises again.

"and you should know that if there's anyone in this world that deserves to be loved and to be cared for most, it would be you." he continued, "i admire you for everything you do, and nothing could ever change my mind."

"i like you a lot, y/n." he said as his hands moved up to caress your cheek. "too much even."

"like, like like?"

"yeah, like like like." he said, with that soft smile of his that made you feel like your heart was melting like an ice cream under the hot sun.

"but why?"

he laughs, "should i not?"

"i mean if you want to,"

then and there he leans down and presses his lips against yours, moving it slowly, passionately. not a care in this world, like nothing else mattered except the person right in front of him.

it was your first kiss, and it felt like you were floating on clouds.

he slowly pulled away, noses still touching while staring into your eyes with nothing but love in his.

"if that still doesn't answer your question, yes. i do want to, with all my heart." he whispers, "and i'm afraid i won't be able to stop doing so even if i tried to."

he kissed your forehead, making you smile. "i like you too, hee." you said, resting your head on his chest, trying to hide your face from him muttering out the words your thought you'd never say out loud as he pulled you closer into his embrace, resting his head on yours.

he softly chucked at your action and caressed your hair. "i thought you would've figured out by now that i've always liked you since we were kids, hee. i hate that you always make me flustered too."

again, he laughed. "you did?"

"of course i did, did you?"

"i always have, sweetheart."

in fact, he ever only had those eyes, as they would say, heart eyes, for you and only you and no one else.

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[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand) 

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it. 

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge. 

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too. 

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view. 

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”. 

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute. 

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets. 

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance. 

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?” 

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over. 

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae. 

looking hot, her message read. 

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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tags (in italics is those i couldn’t tag! make sure all’s ok w your settings!) : @littlebabysandboxburritos - @fairywriter-oracle - @tsukishimawh0re - @ofstarsanddreams - @bbecc-a - @annshit - @leahh19 - @letsloveimagines - @bellomi-clarke - @wineandionysus - @guiltydols - @onephootinfrontoftheother - @liamakorn - @thirstyfangirl - @lilysdaydreams - @pan-ini - @mxqicshxp - @tanchosanke - @yoshinorecommends - @flightsandfantasy - @liljennyx3 - @slashersdream - @unknown-and-invisible - @sinister-sleep - @fivedicksinatrenchcoat - @mercury–moon - @peterparkerspjsuit - @unstableye - @simonsbluee - @shinyshimaagain - @ppopty - @siriuslystupid - @crapimahuman - @ofthedewthesunlight - @mythicalamphitrite - @artsyally - @corpsesimpp - @corpsewhitetee - @corpse-husbandsimp - @hyp-oh-critical - @roses-and-grasses - @rhyrhy462 - @sparklylandflaplawyer - @charbkgo - @airwaveee - @creativedogs - @kaitlyn2907 - @loxbbg - @afuckingunicornn - @fleurmoon - @yeolliedokai - @truly-dionysus - @multi-fandom-central707

more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

[jjkyaoi]

anyway, take some uncle c!tommy hc's and take 'em at Once

when tommy had been told about michael, he didn't believe it. he really, really didn't. at first he'd thought that tubbo was pulling some weird fucking elaborate prank on him, lying about the things he'd gotten up to whilst tommy had been gone to confuse him—which, even back then he wouldn't have been surprised if it was the truth—and he continued to not believe it, until he was presented with said zombified piglin at snowchester.

TOMMY: wait, wait, wait. so you're telling me that while i was gone - while i was fucking dead, you and ranboo got married —

TUBBO: yes.

TOMMY: divorced each other like 3 fuckin' times,

TUBBO: yes.

TOMMY: and then adopted a kid.

TUBBO: ....yes

TOMMY: 

TUBBO, holding michael out to him: welcome back to the land of the living :D

TOMMY: i need to fuckin' lie down

at first, he didn't want anything to do with michael. in his stay in snowchester, he'd basically avoided the kid like the mf'in plague. whether he'd be watching tubbo and ranboo take care/play with him from a distance, or purposely avoiding him when he'd waddled up to him, purposely avoiding holding him when he was offered, he always didn't spend any time at all w/ the kid, until. one day. ranboo and tubbo had to leave snowchester, and tommy was left on babysitting duty.

TOMMY: i don't like kids. tubbo, you know  i don't like children - don't hand me that fucking thing  i will start biting –

TUBBO, frowning, holding michael out: he's not a thing,  he's our son! and you're his uncle! TOMMY: i'm going to kill you

RANBOO: you're on babysitting duty while we're gone :]

TOMMY: ykw, your husband's the first to go 

while tubbo and ranboo had been gone, tommy had been tasked with feeding him, playing with him—which, just was just wrestling with him, which was his favorite activity, which just consisted in tommy getting his ass pummeled by this little zombified piglin toddler—taking him on walks outside snowchester when he got ansty, giving him naps, etc. the entire thing wasn't easy, because michael seemed to have a personal vendetta against him; every time he'd tried to feed him, or bathe him, or play with him, the kid would always fuck w/ him in some way. whether it be biting him when he tried to feed him, kicking him when he tried to bathe him, or anything, babysitting michael was more like torture than actually babysitting - once tommy was done w/ the whole ordeal he was convinced that the kid was a child of satan 

.TOMMY: i swear to fucking god, you fuck, eat the god damn food before i shove it down your throat myself -

MICHAEL, kicking the food directly into tommy's face and running away at high speed:

TOMMY; you mothERFUCKER—

when tubbo and ranboo came back, tommy handed michael to them, declared he never wanted to be near the kid again, and stormed off to his room.

but. michael had gotten attached to him.ever since that day of babysitting, michael had claimed tommy, basically. wherever tommy went, michael would be hot on his heels; if he was walking around snowchester, or if he was eating, or if he was sitting somewhere, or if he was talking to somebody else completely, michael would be at his side, standing, or trying to climb all over him. instead of constantly trying to attack tommy whenever he'd see him, michael instead had become impossibly clingy, & when tommy wasn't at snowchester, michael threw a fit. he couldn't spend more than a couple away from tommy's poor soul. and tommy—though he complained—found that he didn't really mind 

after a couple days.wherever tommy went, eventually, he'd carry michael with. when he went to go check on his hotel, he'd bring michael with, and eventually after the days of visiting the hotel with michael in tow became common, he deciced to make a little suit for the fucker that matched his, since he seemed to be so intrigued with the place

.SAM: ah, tommy! you're here to work on the hotel, it's good to - what're you holding

TOMMY, holding michael in his arms, who's dressed in a suit: baby boss

he'd ended up trying to teach the kid how to scam people. or, when he was  scamming people, he'd constantly use michael as a distraction when they were getting suspicious; holding the baby up to distract him with his "impossibly cute stare", or maybe even getting michael to climb all over the person's body while he fled the scene, like the kid had been doing to him months before. 

eventually, though, because of the scamming missions tommy took him on constantly, michael became a pickpocket, aka, stealing everything from his parents. it was only when tubbo lost his bandana that he came to him.

TUBBO: tommy, what have you been teaching michael.

TOMMY: who, me?  i haven't been - psh, i haven't been teaching him anything! i don't know why you'd accuse me of such a thing 

-MICHAEL, running up to tommy at full speed, tubbo's bandana in hand: :DDD

TOMMY:

TUBBO:

TOMMY: i can explain

it had always been common for michael to throw tantrums whenever he was angry, and because of his strength it had always been hard for tubbo or ranboo to get him to calm down. it was a problem they had a constant of, and sometimes it'd even take hours to get the little fucker to quiet down, but with tommy......,,, it was natural. he'd learned that all he'd had to do was pick up the little shit and hold him up in the air, and he'd immediately go quiet, limp, like a ragdoll, all signs of a tantrum lost. tubbo and ranboo have declared him as the Chosen One.

MICHAEL, throwing a tantrum: >:( 

TOMMY, immediately picking him up in the air and holding him up: quiet down little man

MICHAEL:

 tommy had gotten into the habit of calling michael multiple nicknames. the most frequent ones were; little M, big M, mikey, mr michael, little shit, pain in my ass, devil, clingy little urchin, and mr little

michael—since he'd gotten so attached to tommy—had ended up picking up his mannerisms as well. like, crossing his stubby little arms whenever he's upset, puffing out his chest, scowling, jumping around whenever he's excited, huffing when he's annoyed, stomping when he's mad, etc. watching tommy and michael in the same room is like watching a mirror replicate other's behavior

.TUBBO: i don't know who is who

TOMMY, immediately turning to tubbo's direction, crossing his arms: what're you talking about

MICHAEL, doing the same exact thing at the same exact time: >:(

RANBOO: ....im

TUBBO, trying not to laugh; nothing

tubbo and ranboo had eventually gotten jealous of the blatant favoritism michael had begun showing tommy, so they'd decided to start spending more time w/ him to earn back his favor, but every time they did michael would always run away from them, and back into tommy's arms, who looked impossibly smug because he was the favorite. it always pissed ranboo and tubbo off—though, not really, because they were secretly endeared by how close the two had gotten—and so they'd tried finding more things they had in common with michael, but it was always things tommy liked, or things tommy was good at, and they were at a Loss.

TUBBO; michael, come over here! hang out w/ me and your dad, why don't you?

MICHAEL, pausing: :/

RANBOO: yeah, c'mere michael, why don't you spend a day with us -MICHAEL, immediately running towards tommy instead:

TOMMY: >:D

RANBOO: what

TUBBO: HE'S OUR KID???

tubbo and tommy are not good influences on michael, like. at all. michael in himself is already a brat, but tommy and tubbo are constantly in the corner, cheering on his antics, while ranboo is trying desperately for his son to not end up as much of a chaotic bastard as his husband and uncle are.

RANBOO: i swear to god.  who gave michael a wooden sword

TOMMY, decked out in armor: wasn't me

TUBBO, hiding another sword behind his back: wasn't me either

MICHAEL, hitting ranboo repeatedly in the leg: >:D RANBOO: i hate this fucking family

[dreamsfreckles]

[8:34p.m.] High Hopes

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Dream x reader

Suggestive, fluff

Dre being nervous hehe - enjoy!

“Dream...” Sapnap sighed into the phone for the upteenth time. “Just chill. Go with the flow.” Dream runs a hand through his hair stressfully, his phone held up to his right ear. “But I don’t know what to expect!” He growls in a hushed voice. “Whatever happens... Just don’t have a bad reaction.” Sapnap simplifies. “I think you’re over thinking this man, you’re probably just going to end up playing minecraft or something.” Dream sighs at his friend’s lack of good advice. “You are no help.” He groans.

Dream was sat in your bedroom, alone. You had departed from him to take a shower.

Why was Dream panicking you ask? Before you left for your shower, you may or may not have made a suggestive remark about what you were going to “do to him” once you were finished cleaning yourself up; successfully leaving Dream as a flustered mess.

You and Dream had a flirtatious friendship. This was driving him insane.

It could’ve been an accidental innuendo...

But it also could’ve meant something that is successfully making Dream’s hopes go WAY up.

“Isn’t it a little rude to leave your guest alone to take a shower?” Dream laughs nervously at Sapnap’s question, raising his arm up to rub the back of his neck. “Well..” Dream begins. “I kind of, accidentally, might’ve been the reason why she needed one in the first place..?” Dream mumbled, sounding more like a question. Sapnap’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He was too scared to ask what the hell Dream did. Thankfully, before Sapnap had the chance to speak, Dream began to explain.

“Okay, so, she was telling me about this one time, when Tommy called her to try and get her to be one of the embassadors of L’Manburg, and when Tommy didn’t get the answer from her that he wanted, he tried to bribe her with Tubbo’s stress relievers. This didn’t work, however, so he called Tubbo over to see if he could convince her; which was a smart move because she LOVES Tubbo. But anyway, Tubbo turned into “Big Law” and started using his Tubboat tactics to win her over and it worked. So I started laughing and then she started laughing and then that made me laugh even more because she has a very contagious laugh. And then I accidentally knocked her whiteclaw over with my elbow, and it spilled all over her lap.” Dream finished.

Sapnap immediately burst out laughing. “You-” Sapnap couldn’t contain his laughter, not being able to form coherent sentences. Dream began giggling himself, only to instantly sober up once he heard the shower turn off in the next room over. “Shit, Sapnap, I heard the shower turn off, she’s coming.” Dream stands up, panicking, not knowing what to do with himself. “Dream, weren’t you the one making fun of me for not knowing how to deal with girls? You were so cocky, but look at you now.” He pauses with a smirk. “Pussy.” Dream rolls his eyes at his so-called ‘friend.’ “Stop being an idiot.” He glares. “She’s different from the other girls I’ve known. She’s... weird.” Sapnap face shifted into a poker face. “You do realize what you sound like right now, right?” Dream facepalms. “She isn’t a dumbass Sapnap. I really don’t know how to do shit with her becuase it’s so different compared to everyone else. I can’t explain it.” Every time you and Dream are together, he feels like the best version of himself. You always have a new adventure for him to look forward to. Plus you were hot as shit and He had a MASSIVE crush on you. “It’s so weird Sapnap, its like I’ve never had a good time in my life until I met her.” Sapnap smiled in disbelief at his friend’s words. “You, Dream,” he continued. “are a simp.” Before Dream could snap back at Sapnap, the handle of your bedroom door jiggled, signaling that you were about to come in. Dream immediately ends the call with Sapnap and throws his phone on your bed in a panic.

Slauntering into your bedroom, freshly showered and dressed in one of Dream’s smile hoodies with some comfy shorts, you look up at Dream who was awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. “You good?” You start. “It looks like I just missed catching you in the act of something forbidden...” you suspect. Dream quickly shakes his head. “No! You just surprised me..” he half lies. You narrow your eyes at him, looking for any sign of dishonesty. Dream averts his eyes to the merch you’re wearing, starting to become smug with your choice of clothing. “Nice outfit.” He smirks. You let out a laugh and roll your eyes, already forgetting his weird vibes from when you first entered the room. “I won’t lie, this sweatshirt is one of my favorites.” You smile down at your hoodie, stuffing your hands in the pocket on the front. The hoodie was twice your size, giving you max comfort. Dream liked how it looked on you, it was almost like you were wearing HIS sweatshirt.

Yes, technically it is HIS merch, but it’s not actually HIS hoodie. He wanted to see you in one of his actual hoodies that he wears on a day to day basis. It would give him some sort of pride seeing you wearing his clothes. The merch was good enough, for now.

Seeing how Dream was still awkwardly standing, you directed him to sit on the edge of your bed while you sat in your desk chair. You rolled the chair away from the desk and towards the bed to sit across from him. Content with your and his positions infront of each other, you giggle at his nervous looking facial expression.

“You know I’m not mad at you, right?” You laugh.

Dream slowly nods, a little confused. “Yeah...”

“Then why are you acting like I’m going to bite you for spilling the whiteclaw?” You joke.

Dream laughs nervously. Oh. He didn’t really connect that the comment you made earlier could be because of the spill incident. “I don’t know...” he replies shyly.

“Well, chillax then.” You giggle, swatting his knee with your hand.

Dream scoffs playfully at your terminology. “Chillax?Chill and relax? Really?” You stare at him with a challenging look. “You are such a hypocrite. You have weird words too!” You retort. Dream lets out a hearty wheeze at your defense. “Like what?” He questions. Your brain short-circuts and you suddenly have no comebacks. “Uh..” you try to think of something, but ultimately have nothing. “Well!” You try to spit something out. “At least I didn’t vote for a stupid squid to be added to minecraft!” You clap back. Dream rolls his eyes playfully. “Oh, come on. That was the worst comeback I’ve ever heard come from you.” You cross your arms in defeat. “Today is an off day, your highness. I had a whiteclaw foolishly spilled all over my lap.” Dream groans in embarrassment. “I said I was sorry like a million times!” He retaliates, hunching over and covering his face with both of his hands. “I know.” You sigh, content with his reaction. “So,” you start. “What do you want to do now?” You ask him. Dream darts his head up to you from his hunched position, inwardly getting too excited for his own good.

...Then Dream realizes that your statement earlier about what you were “going to do to him” was probably a joking threat from the whiteclaw spillage. His face heats up from the memory. He can be so dumb sometimes. “Uh... I don’t know. What do you want to do?” He peers at you, lost of any hope he had before.

You smirk at him with mischief. You knew what you said earlier. You wanted to see if he would get riled up. News flash: he did.

“Hmmm..” you hum aloud, giving him a look that would make his knees buckle if he was standing up. “I have an idea of what we could do...” you stood softly from your chair and stepped closer to him, causing him to look up at you from the edge of the bed.

I guess you could say Dream was fucked right about now.

Literally

IM JOKING

LOL HOPE YOU ENJOYED

Made this one very suggestive lol, I thought it would be funny

Sorry for any typos! This sat in my drafts for a while, I didn’t know where to take it hehe

[closhelby]

Black Hand.

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: usual Peaky shit

Prompt: none bar the scene itself.

Word Count: 1,796.

Author note: wrote this three fucking times I’m at my wits end! Unsure to make this into a few parts.

——

Y/N woke again, at the crack of dawn, rolling over checking her watch, 5.36AM. This was the usual for her, since leaving Birmingham she could barely sleep past 6am, since the breakdown of her marriage.

It was Christmas morning, the first she was spending with only one of her two children. Charlie, y/n’s eldest son was spending his Christmas with his father this year, since splitting y/n and Tommy regularly had sex behind her boyfriends back, and then she fell pregnant, with her now two year old Harry. However, Tommy wasn’t aware of this child being his, and as far as everyone else was aware it was Roberts child.

Y/n rolled out of bed, and began to wash and get ready for the day ahead. She sat at her dressing table, thinking, as she did regularly, how it would’ve been if they didn’t spit. There was still very clearly tension there, sexual especially. Due to this, y/n cut all interaction with Tommy, whenever they needed to talk over Charlie, she would get nanny’s and maids to travel with him.

Just finishing her makeup, finishing her all off with a spritz of perfume and putting on her watch, which now shown it as 6.56am. Y/n went downstairs, starting to make herself a cup of tea when she was startled with the letterbox chattering as the postman put today’s Mail. She moved over to the door, bending over to pick up the letters, opening the first one to reveal a white card with a black hand on the front.

“Fuck!” Y/n’s heart started beating at a rapid rate, she knew that this meant kill or be killed. She needed to get her and Harry out of there ASAP. They weren’t far behind and they already knew where she lived. She ran back upstairs, grabbing overnight bags and stuffing them with her most valuable items and clothes she could possibly wear before doing the same for Harry. All while trying to be as quiet as she could because she didn’t want to wake Rob.

Y/n ran from the house to the car sat on the front drive, she didn’t even bother to ask a driver. She was going alone. Leaving alone. Without an explanation. Despite the severity of the situation, this was brewing for a long time. The current relationship was a cover up. Y/n accepted the fact that the only man she will ever love will remain Thomas Shelby, and she knew it would be the same for him. And I think that’s why they both didn’t file for a divorce.

Quickly packing the car with things she may need for herself and Harry, she ran back upstairs to collect the sleeping boy from his bed and placed him into the front seat of the car. He continued to sleep throughout the car ride, back to Small Heath. Y/n knew Tommy like the back of her hand, she knew that everyone that is associated with the Shelby name would have been dealt a black hand, and knew the only place they could possibly be safe would be in the polluted streets of Birmingham.

Turning the car onto Watery Lane, as all those childhood memory’s flooded back. From when she ran about with John as a kid, to when her and Ada would get into trouble together in her early teens, all the way to building a large profitable business with her husband, all came flooding to her. A rush of emotion, clearly visible on her face as the car came to a halt outside the once betting den. Y/n rarely had any emotion showing, only Tommy would see that in the many nights they spent alone, but that was the same for both of them. They acted tough to everyone else but vulnerable for each other. The bond they had, partners in crime, was admired, despite them both being gangsters.

Tommy was very clearly heartbroken from the downfall in their relationship, he also believed that y/n was the only woman for him in the long run. But the only way he felt that he could get over that was her under someone else. He turned to Lizzie on the regular, and as y/n still kept in contact with Ada, she knew about this. Y/n was very alike Tommy in this sense, if she needed to find something out, it would always come her way, weather she needed to look for it or not. Ultimately they shared a child together, technically two, but there was still so much love there between the both of them.

“Fucking hell,” y/n muttered before kicking in the door that stood before her. Her two year old son clutching to her chest, still fast asleep as she walked towards the family she still loved dearly. Pol loved her, loved her like her own, but they both had a similar trait, they never backed down. And sometimes like Tommy, they would argue for days on end.

Y/n stood before the table, where all but Tommy sat before her. She quickly scanned the room, noticing a blonde woman, she knew was Linda, but hadn’t met was looking at her with a very foul face on her. Ada on the other hand was smiling, excited to see her best friend after years of being away. Tommy standing to her left, eyes wide wondering why his wife was stood before him, in small Heath, with a young child in her hand.

Pol broke the silence first, “What the fuck are you doing here? Tommy tell ya?”

“No however, since you know, I find out absolutely anything I need to,” y/n spoke directing a foul look to Lizzie who was stood over in the corner, “I have also been dealt a black hand.”

There was a mutter of fuck sakes throughout the room, as they realised this was a bit more real than before. Tommy then started to talk about the issue at hand.

“Why are you starting when Johns not here?”

The room fell cold, distant and all eyes were trying to avoid hers. But Tommy wasn’t, he didn’t avoid her gaze as y/n turned to look at him. He very rarely lied to her, he simply couldn’t get away with it if anything, y/n found out everything.

“Fucking ‘ell Tommy, tell me!”

“John was killed this morning, on his front door step infront of his wife.”

Tears started to form in the once emotionless woman, the room felt as though it was caving in on them. Her legs felt heavy, like she could collapse to the ground at any moment, but her head felt light. She quickly muttered to Tommy, handing the baby over, stumbling back to process what she had just been told. John was before all this, they were best friends since they were about 4. They went all throughout school together, and because y/n dad had passed before he could walk her down the isle, John did.

“Those fuckin’ bastards! Christmas Day! Im going to fucking kill them myself,” y/n screamed in frustration.

“She won’t cope well with this,” Ada spoke quietly enough that the table could hear but y/n couldn’t. Ada approached her, giving her a soft cuddle of comfort. Y/n didn’t cry, she didn’t cry infront of anyone. But she was very close today.

She composed herself, breathing out before standing up, “why did I have to marry into this shit?”

“Why haven’t you divorced him?”

Ada knew the answer, she always had.

They both moved back over to the table, Ada returning to her seat while y/n stood by Tommy’s side. He still stood there holding his own child, without the knowledge of it. He continued to speak about the issues they were currently facing with Luca Changretta, but y/n wasn’t even listening to what he was saying, simply zoning out to how weird her life was. She’s looking at the love of her life while they’re no longer together, holding their second son that he has no clue about.

“Y/n?”

Her head quickly shot up following the direction of the voice. Arthur.

“Hm?”

“Peace or truce?” Tommy spoke.

“Peace”

“Very well. Six peace, two truce.” He quickly handed Harry back over to y/n before heading back upstairs. The group got up and left to do their own thing, while Ada sat at the table waiting for the catch up that was well needed between them both.

“Two seconds, I’m just gonna put Harry up to bed.” Ada nodded in response as y/n made her way upstairs to put Harry to bed. She opened the door to find Charlie sleeping in the small bed, leaning over to put Harry at the back of him, giving both of them a peck on the cheek before turning to see Tommy in the door way.

“Your new boyfriend is the dad? But your not married to him?”

“No I’m not married to him.”

“So you had a child out of wedlock?”

She sighed. She wasn’t going to lie to him anymore, there was enough damage and if she knew she would have to spend the next few months living with him, she needed to get it out there as soon as possible.

“No, I’m married.”

“yes, to me.”

Y/n walked over to him, pulling him into the room and closing the door behind him, aware of the fact this house was full. He took a seat on the small chair in the corner, while y/n stood slightly back from him.

“Remember that last fuck we had. Before I refused to see you.”

He nodded.

“I refused to see you because I was pregnant, and I knew it was yours.”

“Fuck sake y/n.” Tommy spoke, running his hands through his hair.

The room then went silent. The two of them not knowing what to say next, for the first time in years they were speechless.

Y/n decided to break it, “He knows. Rob knows he’s not his, he can see it, but it’s never been mentioned. Harry also knows who you are, I’ve shown him pictures of you that I have.”

Tommy stood up abruptly, making his way over to her. His hands wrapped round her waist as he pulled her closer to him. Y/n was looking, and clearly getting lost in his blue eyes. Tommy leaned in to her, their lips meeting softly,y/n began to kiss back. The feeling this was what they both had longed for. Both of them having sex with others that meant absolutely nothing to them. The bedroom door swings open to reveal Finn stood there, his mouth hung wide.

“A - Ada’s wondering where you are?”

Y/n smiled before pulling out the embrace, muttered a thanks then proceeded to go downstairs. She turns round as she’s on the third stair down, “don’t say a thing Finn,”

[katsukisbimbo]

Kuroo x Volleyball Player! Reader

Kuroo Tetsurou x Volleyball Player! Reader

wordcount: 3,087

genre: strangers-to-lovers au with fluff, crack and a little bit of smut :)))

summary: meeting kuroo tetsurou might be the best thing that has ever happened to you

first of all

kuroo pissed you off to no end

absolutely pissed you off

the first time you met him was when you were a first year

your brother keishin has asked you to come with them for the practice match they had with nekoma

the moment you got to school you had to DASH to go to the washroom because you had to pEee

gosh

curse your tiny bladder

when you went out everyone was already on the bus

sigh

you were gonna have to sit with someone you don’t know

because FOR SURE

your stupid brother keishin would be sitting next to takeda-sensei

the moment you hopped on the bus

everyone suddenly became quiet

0.0

everyone was jus like

uh

who’s this cutie

is she lost

she’s from shiratorizawa what’s she doing here

huh

and noya and tanaka are just screaming at this point

“wHO IS THIS GODDESS WHO DECIDED TO BLESS US WITH HER PRESENCE?!?!? I LOVE YOU PLEASE SIT NEXT TO ME RYU GET OUT NO I DONT CARE GET OUT”

cue tanaka landing on the floor

“nOYA-SAN WHY”

and you’re just like

lmao what

and literally all the seats are taken except for the guy who literally yeeted his bald friend into the next dimension

sigh

i guess you had to sit next to the cutie huh

you look at your brother pleading for help

but he just ignores you and talks to sensei

sIGH

your brother was so thirsty that he didn’t even CARE if these boys ate you alive

gosh

it’s okay

it be like that

f in the chat for y/n

oKAY enough self pitying

you reluctantly sit beside the really loud guy

“hi my names ukai y/n! what’s your name?”

“m-my name is n-nishinoya yuu”

cue noya looking like a literal tomato

“nice to meet you!! i’m excited to work with you nishinoya-san! if i may ask, what year are you in?”

“iM in sEcond yEar”

gosh noya’s so proud

“oH you’re my senpai then!! it’s really nice to meet you senpai!! i hope we have a good trip”

GAHSJDJSHS

you called him senpai

without him asking you to

GOSH

could you be any more perfect

“agHjsjdhsjajszjJAK”

“those aren’t words...”

“...”

“...”

and at that point noya was brain fried so you just put on your earphones and chilled

...

...

*gagging*

“hINATAAGAHAJSKSHS”

what

what was going on

you turned your head

and you saw this orange haired babie throwing up on the bald guy who got yeeted

and suddenly

chaos ensued

everyone was screaming because of the stench

you were gagging so hard that you felt your breakfast coming back up

but your seat buddy was having the time of his life laughing at his two friends who were having a dilemma

gosh

today was gonna be crazy

finally you guys had finally arrived at nekoma and honestly that’s as the most chaotic car ride you’ve ever experienced

but luckily on the way you’ve made yourself familiar with everyone on the team

especially the third year cuties

and no you did not say that to their faces because you’re shy :((

you guys finally get out of the bus and you see

a god

with crazy looking hair

“well if it isn’t the crows” “did you have a good ride here you country bumpkins?”

and daichi’s bout to lose it

“kuroo-san nice to see you again”

and you can definitely feel the tension in the air

was it just you or is it hot in here

kuroo suddenly turned to look at you and honestly you’ve never been more intimidated in your life because wow

he’s beautiful

“who’s the pretty girl daichi-san? is she your girlfriend?”

“no no she’s our couch’s sister”

“hi i’m ukai y/n, nice to meet you”

and you shake his hand and you’re SHOCKED

“kuroo tetsurou, likewise”

his hand is so warm n rough oh god

you suddenly wonder what it would feel like to have his hands slowly wrap around your throat as he starts to thru-

NO

nO DIrtY ThOuGhTs

bad

bad y/n

you’ve been so caught up in your day dream that you didn’t realize that you were still hold kuroos hand

and you look up to see kuroo looking like a smug little shit as if he was saying

‘are you ever gonna let go or?’

and it really made you wanna hit him

really badly

you wanted to punch his mouth

with your mouth

GAHSJDGA

stOp

okay anyways

you snatch your hands away from kuroo and he just smirks at you like a smug little bastard

“what’s wrong kitten? didn’t wanna let go of my hand?”

at this point you’re too flustered to even talk so you take it as the time to back off and just let kuroo be a little fuckhead

but suddenly you’re snatched by tanaka and noya

you somehow end up bumping into kiyoko and you’re just like “omg i’m so sorry kiyoko-san i didn’t mea-“

“don’t worry about it y/n-chan, accidents happen”

and wow

wow

a goddess

now you see what tanaka and noya see

she’s beautiful

maybe you do want the best of both worlds.....

...

...

ANYWAYS

tanaka and noya end up showing you off to their equally as weird friend taketora and of course like the normal person you are you greet him and introduce yourself

but before he even gets the chance to talk kiyoko’s already pulling you away telling you that she needed some help with setting up some of their gear

and of course like the puppy you are you follow her because yes you’re in love with her

i mean

who isn’t

lesbi honest

everyone’s a simp for kiyoko

moving on

finally they’ve started to play a match

and you’re very impressed

especially by hinata and kageyama because wow their skill was amazing

and hinata’s jumps were crazy

obviously you played volleyball yourself being ukai’s grand daughter

and you weren’t that bad

considering the fact that you play for japan’s u19 team with ushijima

who was a very close senpai to you

so close to the point where you’d call him your older brother

rip keishin

back to the game

everyone in karasuno was very promising and you were getting excited with the ideas that were flooding into your head

but nekomas not too bad either

they were pretty solid with their defence and some people might think that it’s all about the attacks but

your attack doesn’t mean anything if the ball doesn’t touch the floor in the court

you were very impressed with the bedhead’s receives a n d blocking

every time he managed a good save or blocked anyone he would always glance in your direction

and it may or may not have made you feel nervous because who doesn’t get nervous when an attractive person looks at you

sadly

the game finished rather quickly

at this point everyone was already cleaning up and of course you decided to help

you thought that you would be able to play just a little bit but your brother just wanted you to familiarize yourself with the teams before you went on the week long training camp with them

which was in two weeks

:)

you were trying to take the volleyball net down until a tall figure comes up behind you and takes the net from you

you turn around and guess who it is

kuroo frocking tetsurou

what a surprise

“don’t worry about it peaches i got it”

wha

did this man just call you PEACHES

peaches as in the scary girl who goes to famous peoples houses?

i think NOT sir

“pEACHES? what is that supposed to mean??! huh?!?”

“woah woah calm down babe, it’s just a nickname. i call you peaches cuz you smell like peaches”

ohhh

okay

that’s fine

“i’ve been wondering though, if you smell like peaches then would you taste like peaches??”

wHAT

wHATSGFSZHSJ

rip y/n’s remaining brain cells

“how about it doll? are you gonna give little old me a taste?”

and he’s suddenly pushing himself closer to you

and you close your eyes because it really looks like he’s about to kiss you and omg it’s like your first kiss hELP

but instead of a kiss

he just laughs at you

this man is literally bent over and CACKLING his lungs out

“you’re so cute doll, i wouldn’t kiss you without your permission. plus i gotta take you out first. wanna go on a date with me some time?”

and you’re just so caught off guard

that you can’t even manage a verbal response

like you just nod your head and then he’s ruffling you’re hair and walking away with the volleyball net

what the hell just happened

did you just score yourself a date

yes

yes you did

you go girl

sadly

it’s time for you and your babies to go

and kuroo being the good person he is

walks you guys out

but before you can get on the bus

kuroo pulls you to the side and bends down to your height to whisper in your ear

“text me sometime peaches”

and you suddenly feel him putting a piece of paper in your back pocket

then he’s pushing you onto the bus and you’re just dumbfounded

did he just touch your bum

could he not just hand it to you

not that you were complaining,,, but now you just wanna know what it would feel like if he just grabbed your bum with both of his hands while you sit on his la-

nO

BAD

BAD

BAD

gosh you have it bad for this boy

the moment you got him you debated whether to text him or not

i mean

you didn’t even look at the piece of paper yet

so you go into you back pocket and open the paper

‘xxx-xxx-xxxx text me when you get home peaches, i already miss your pretty face -kuroo’

WHY IS HE SO CUTE

you get up and start looking for your phone

and you spend like 6 minutes trying to think of what to say

but you finally settled with

hi :)

hopefully that was normal enough

and not even 1 minute later you already got a reply

hey cutie :) did you get home safe

wHY IS HE SO DARN CUTE

and your conversation goes from there

you guys literally talk about everything

from his favourite colour to the time when your leg fell in a hole and you slammed your whole body on the ground causing your ribs to shift and now whenever somebody touches the top of your chest they can feel the top of your ribs

(that was actually a true story and yes it happened to me and yes my ribs are very very fucked up but i’m still alive soooo)

by the time you were back in tokyo

you and kuroo were basically best friends

you guys texted, called, and facetimed every day

you stepped out of the bus and low and behold

it was kuroo waiting for you

“tETSUU”

you run to him and jump in his arms

and he catches you and swings you around a few times

everyone was just like

o.o

‘when did they get so close’

and your older brothers just like

>:(

this is n o t good shaggy

and kuroo introduces you to everyone

especially his buddies bokutou, akaashi, and kenma

and bokutou’s bombarding you with questions

and he asks why you’re wearing a shiratorizawa sweater

and you’re just like ‘i go to school there..’

and he’s just like

“oH YOU KNOW USHIJIMA? IM IN THE TOP 5 ACES RANKING WITH HIM IM SO COOL RIGHT”

“bokuto-san i think you’re scaring her”

“aKAAASHGHSI YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO SAY ‘bokuto-san you’re so cool’”

and you and kuroo are just laughing your asses off

while kenma’s playing with his psp

pspspspspsppss

“bokuto-san you’re so cool”

“aKAAASHUDID YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SAY IT EARLIER”

at that point you and kuroo have already walked away

and he brings you to your room

and helps you settle down your things

gosh he’s such a gentleman

y/n was ready to risk it all for this man

“peaches you okay?”

“oH i’m fine yes yes i’m fine tetsu”

“okaaaayyyy if you say so peaches” and kuroos just going through your bag checking if you have snacks

“tetsu i don’t have any snacks in there for you”

“really? what do you mean? you do have a snack for me tho”

and you’re jus like lol no i don’t

and he’s slowly walking towards you and you highkey feel intimidated but fuck that you’re not a bussy

at this point kuroo’s sitting on your legs while his arms are slowly creeping up your sides

and in your head

you’re just like

‘ahh this is it i’m gonna have a heart attack’

and suddenly

kuroo’s tickling you and you’re crying on the floor because HSJDJH

TICKLES

“tETSU PLEASE I CANT BREATHEEHHHD”

“what’s that peach? i cant hear you”

“tETSU YOU DIPSHIT PLEASE STOPFDISHS”

“hmm i don’t know, i think i’ll stop if you say ‘nya’ for me”

“gO TO HELLSKDIS”

“come on pretty, say it for me”

you’re blushing sO HARD

“n-nya”

and kuroo just freezes up because he didn’t think that you’d actually do it

“tetsu? u ok?”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“tetsu”

“o-oH yeah i’m fine silly i was just thinking”

“what were you thinking about neko-chan?”

“you.”

GAHSJDJSHSGS

he was going to be the death of you

you, kuroo, bokutou, akaashi, hinata, and tsukishima suddenly ended up at an empty gym

and you guys wanted to play a match so

why not

it was you, kuroo, and tsukki

versus bokutou, hinata, and akaashi

it was a very intense but fun game

akaashi set to bokutou and bokutou did a cross shot

which wasn’t properly blocked by tsukishima

but luckily you were there to pick it up

and kuroo set to you and you slammed it down before they could even block you

the whole gym was silent

wha

how did-

hUH

“peach what”

“what tetsu”

“since when were you so good at volleyball”

“tetsu i play for japan’s u19 team, why did you think i was here in the first place? i’m here to help you guys”

and hinata’s just yelling

“y/n-cHAN I DIDNT KNOW YOU PLAYED NO WONDER WHY YOU LOOKED SO FAMILLIAR OMGJDSI”

after you got exposed

it was only you and tetsu left in the gym

after everything was cleaned up

kuroo pulled you aside before you could leave the gym

“t-tetsu what’re you doing? the gym lights are already of-“

“shut up for one second”

o.o

ogey then

“peaches i really like you. i know that we haven’t known each other long but it feels like i’ve known you since forever. will please let me take you out”

what

...

did he just

yes he did

“t-tetsu,,, i really like you too, and i would love it if we could go out on a date sometime”

and at that moment tetsu just

“HELL YEAHHH”

and he’s getting close to you again

to the point where he’s pressing you against the wall

he cups your cheek and leans closer to your face

“peaches,, can i please kiss you right now”

“yeah”

you close your eyes as you feel tetsu’s hot breath hovering other your soft lips

gosh

this was it

your were gonna kiss tetsu

your crush

until

...

...

...

...

“gET YOUR HANDS OFF MY SISTER BRAT”

and kuroos just like

wHAT THE FUCK

it’s your brother

keishin

“nII-SAN WHY”

“gET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW Y/N”

and you sadly look up at tetsu

and he just smiles at you and gestures for you to go

until you get up on your tippy toes and kiss tetsu full on the mouth

you catch him by surprise but he quickly kisses you back

you wrap your arms around his neck and slowly work your way up into his hair until you’ve got a good grip on him

kuroos hands weren’t staying still either

his hands were slowly creeping down your sides until he grabs the back of your thighs and pulls you up and holds you against him

his hands end up on your bum

and then

he squeezes

“THAT IS IT Y/N STOP SUCKING FACE AND GET OVER HERE”

oops

[anonil88]

Malcolm and Marie live blog

I don't usually do liveblogs for movies but yea.

Spoilers ahead!!

I love that its modern timed but very 70s stylized.

A tune indeed.

When you are high and drunk on success and

How the white critic reacts is why I feel like gatekeeping my scripts. At the same time some things I do make are about race or involve.

Marie sitting on the patio smoking is a mood whenever men are talking.

So he's pretentious and unaware.

Whoever chose the music for this, I feel like we would be Spotify mutuals.

Can this nigga stop pacing.

Also can he stop talking;

Marie is so tired and unimpressed.

Also little booties matter and are to be bitten.

Oooo the tension and the jazz.

Title Card over mac and cheese.

Shitty boxes mac and cheese but still mac and cheese.

Tbh i always wonder if spouses/significant others get upset when their spouses don't acknowledge them during speeches.

John sounds so much like his dad but I really hope his acting style differs from his dad a lot.

Guilty confession?

He did not profit off of his partners backstory and then not even acknowledge her.....I.....

If that ever happened to me catch me cussing my partner out during the beginning credits, the end credits, in the car, and at home.

GASLIGHTER!

The way I'm excited for Zendaya to give me some, oooo can she work with Regina King. Please on my knees I pray.

Um no that's not your job to coddle your lead.

He's a dick and the type of dick who makes himself look like a good person around other people.

If Sam Levinson is trying to make his viewers more of misandrist, it's working.

I feel like Marie has her flaws probably a lot of them and we will surely see as this continues, but Malcolm needs to learn how to apologize sincerely.

70s vibes! 70s vibes!

Them kissing and talking about criticism and dreams makes me miss a partner. A partner that I've had and haven't had.

Women really are behind every great man.

Yea sir you fucked a happy moment.

Oh visual allegories for looking in from the outside and cat and mouse chasing and looking from the outside in.

She's saying she doesn't feel noticed by you.

Gas lighter :0 he called her an emotional support dog, bruh.

I would LOVE to co-write or take a writing class held by Sam Levinson. The fights i write are very much in this same realm of reflection and anger and monologue.

Sam.....sam.....are all the sides inside of you doing okay sir?

The ugly side of dating and being in a relationship with someone who struggles with their own demons.

Honestly I could close my eyes and listen to this script being read without seeing these characters visually. Just close my eyes and get a sense of these characters like it was a radio story.

Oh. Oh this is a new wheelhouse of Zendaya acting; a different voice is like breaking through here and her expressions aren't the same we are used to. You can literally hear another character in there....hmm.

Mans is outside really fighting with his invisible demons lmfao.

Selfish ass, how after everything she said you came out of it thinking about your own craft and self instead of how you hurt her.

So she's conditional.

Me: did sam (a white man) say nigga this many times in his script or are the actors adding their own inflections. Not just the lingo used but the topic of race and directing etc. being written by a white writer about black characters is always gonna be a critique when you're writer is a white person.

Alexa play Broken Girls by Saba

He is so hurtful.

A clown nigga a clown look in the fucking mirror you bozo head ass looking like you need some Mehron clown white and a size 16 in clown shoes.

John is doing a really swell performance and reading of these lines.

He is reading her for her insecurities by bringing up his experiences with other women and that.....is yikes.

Arguments can get messy like this in real life but it takes a lot of maturity and control to either not let it get to this point or have a healthy conversation afterwards.

This film is really shot on some very crisp lenses.

They sitting there like 🚬🧍‍♀️🧍‍♂️.

Leftover Mac and Cheese and unfinished cigarettes.

The nyt etc. pay walls are so annoying, but there is a work around look at the articles on incognito or add a period at the end of the url.

He sounds like his daddy so much here, weird, this is the only part I'm eh on the dialogue it feels real but a bit out of pace in how they are bouncing off one another.

Nail scissors? So the end is not the only part he based off of Marie. 🙄

ITS A GOOD REVIEW YOU DINGUS but also its a full review they are going to critique things. She isn't wrong though he did profit off of a woman's story that was not his own to profit from.

Yes Malcolm because unfortunately all marginalized people look through a lens of life that is inherently political because of the world they live in.

He is so mad and upset and had a lot on his chest. But I think he Malcolm and Sam are talking about something thats an issue and a non issue. Being critiqued for you art is hard but also Malcolm is not super self aware. He's like a stand in figure of for example rich depop sellers who wanna be oppressed so badly they yell at others instead of examining their own personal behaviors and ethics.

Oh Marie, when you know the spark is gone and you pick fights because.

He ain't even ask her to read?

One critic I have for most of hollywood actors is they learn their cry and that is it. A change from this is Margot Robbie, I adore her fluctuations of crying being similar but the crying is carried differently for each character. If I had to say any actor that does a cry scene amazing its this woman right here (Amy Adams)

You stole her story from her and gave it away, she has a right to be upset and angry and a rubber band ball of emotions.

Citizen Kane, not the cinematography, but the story is it even that good? (Unpopular opinion but meh, maybe in my rewatch it will be better.)

But that is what people want authenticity and whatever authenticity means to them. What is real for one is false for another.

To be honest look at the criticism of Euphoria, well earned, but a lot of people were like this isn't real even though he literally wrote about his own life. People said it was inauthentic like....wtf.

Ahh the smoking is just a habit, he quit and she didn't.

CAST ZENDAYA IN A HORROR MOVIE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING. Get Lupita and Zendaya and some more black actors preferably less known ones in a horror movie. One with a interesting script and story, directed by Regina King. Please and thankyou.

I love Marie yep that was amazing.

Behind every great man is a greater woman, one that deserves her credit for how she has stood behind. I wonder the stories of those women, what they have sacrificed or not sacrificed. Their thoughts and feelings when the world is surrounding their partner and views them as a plus one. (I'd write a short script about this but I think do I have the time, can I, or am I equipped ?)

He is a shitty person for bringing up his exes, like she even said I don't wanna know any of that.

Imagine being on anti depressents and rarely having a sex drive and then when you do your partner starts talking about their exes and tearing you apart for all your faults.

I love when you see peaks of Zendaya's cadence in roles.

Tension, what if's and he didn't even bring her up in his speech.

Marie to herself and the audience:

He is not afraid that he will loose her but as my character says in my unreleased story, "i can't wait til you give me a fucking reason to leave your ass." Malcolm expects everything in order for not even doing the bare minimum and she is only asking him for something as simple as consideration. She just wants him to be considerate. He wants to get married and considers their relationship like rolling down a hill at full speed and he cannot apologize, he cannot be considerate, and he cannot admit his wrongs. He can only offer her I love yous that he probably does mean but he does not back up outside of what he's done for her in the past. The past which was more of her experience than his and he sees his part in it as a burden. He doesn't use his own vantage point of the past to further his career he uses her. He does all of these things without a real apology or thankyou because he is not afraid to loose her.

The restrictions of quarantine and the panorama have made Sam's writing very no frills. I wonder how other films from other directors and writers that are filmed in small contained crews like this will be structured. But this was a very good movie gonna add to my letter box 3.3-3.5

Oh shit this is my song,

Ratings/overall thoughts:

Script is like a C+, B- : I could go into my heavier big brain thoughts on the script but I don't feel like it. You catch hints of it above it centers conversation on race and privilege, mainly the writers and questions i have that won't be answered but Sam did make me grow disdain for Malcolm over a short time. Which is sometimes hard to do because im one sympathetic person but the sympathy i have for Malcolm is at 0. Maybe a 2 at some scenes but then it quickly goes back to 0. Some parts of the dialogue miss the mark or hit the are off balanced. While some of it like Malcolm's bathroom speech albeit mean is really strong or their conversation when he comes back from peeing really shines for me.

Performances: B+ to A- because they carried the script further than it could of gone with less talented actors. The monologues do well to showcase their current skill levels which are already high af and leave room for anticipation in where these actors go next.

Zendaya holding a knife: A+ with a gold star. That switch on and off and on is delectable.

John being a shitty boyfriend but following Marie like a lost puppy: B+ with a good job written at the bottom of the paper, Malcolm being nervous a frantic dialed up with more realistic nervousness would have sold me completely on Malcolm's anxious waiting.

Cinematography: A and a participation award.

The mac and cheese: A+ for the easy mac. Wish it was like Annie's or Velveeta.

Cigarettes: Participation award and their picture hung up for student of the month. Why the grill lighter? Everytime Malcolm opened up his mouth Marie was like sparks fly.

The music: A++ with a prize. Whoever picked the music probably makes good Spotify playlists.