#I sure hope they don’t get stabbed or smth

[t4r0tc4rdz]

Me and the bestie when The Knife Dance is on at the function

[slashers-and-rats]

hiii could i request a nsfw 😳 one shot with brahms? the plot being the reader being in greta's pov when he asks for a good night kiss and how it advances from there when the reader chooses not to stab him hehehehe i dunno if smth like that has been written before tho,, anyways thank you for reading my req!! ♡♡ love ur writing btw~~

rat chat: thank you!! I’m glad you like my writing!! i hope this is what you were looking for.

brahms heelshire x gn!reader | nsfw

brahms felt heavy.

the way you looked at him felt like a weight being pressed down on his shoulders. something about your gaze, about the way you seemed to stare through his soul- it all felt straining. something was clawing at him, trying to get out. it pushed on his ribs and crowded around his lungs, it suffocated him.

you had lead him back to his room. you guided him down into his bed, so stern as you spoke. he knew it was passed his curfew, but the itching in his brain told him he should stay awake. he had to. you were there, right in front of him, how could he waste this time on something so useless as sleep?

he was lucky you had agreed to tuck him in. you laid him down so gently. you tucked his blanket in tight around him, making sure he was cozy. he wasn’t. he was restless. he stirred and squirmed, his fingertips twitching with the energy he was trying to contain within him. maybe on the outside he was calm and collected, but if you could see his eyes, you’d know nothing but need burned behind them. he didn’t understand what he was hungry for, what he wanted, but with every graze of your fingertips across his blanket-clad body, he became more and more starved.

he laid there, still, watching you. you finished readying him for bed, making sure the comforter was snug around him. once it was confirmed, you had straightened up a bit, but not before letting your gaze linger on his own. he knew you could see it. he knew you could see his yearning, swirling hot behind his eyes; he could tell by the way you bit your lip that you could see right through him and into his deepest desires. it wasn’t like he was hiding it anyways, he wanted you to know. he wanted you to see him, and to be the one to act, and to provide what he was missing. he needed you.

but, much to his dismay, you began to move away. you straightened up, and began stepping back, your lips beginning to form the words ‘goodnight’. brahms didn’t let them come, though, and stopped you with a harsh grip around your wrist. the movement had been so sudden, you wondered if his hand had been there the whole time.

“goodnight kiss…?” his voice was soft, strained. he sounded almost pathetic.

“brahms… i don’t know. maybe not tonight, it’s already late, and you should’ve been in bed a long time ago, and-“

he cut you off by squeezing your arm a little tighter. for a moment, you looked fearful, but when you saw what was really there behind his intentions, you seemed to soften. he needed you. it was nothing trivial, he just… needed you.

you sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. a hand went up to his face, and he pressed his cheek into it without any thought. his eyes never left yours, though. they remained steady, gliding over every detail on your face over and over. he tried to memorize it all for later- for when he was alone, pretending his hands were yours. he did it many times before. he felt almost ashamed at how many times he had touched himself while watching you through random peepholes in the house. but he couldn’t help it. he needed you.

you pulled him from his thoughts when you tilted his head towards you. he parted his lips under the mask just as you did above him. you leaned down, pressing soft against the mouth of his glass face. underneath the porcelain, he returned this gesture. if he tricked himself- if he shut his eyes tight and imagined there was nothing between you both, he could feel your warmth.

before he realized, he was pressing up into you. his hands had emerged from the blankets, both now finding purchase at your sides. he gripped onto the fabric of your shirt, dragging you closer to him. the surface of the mask was smudged against your lips, nearly pressing passed into your teeth, and the sensation made you whimper.

this sent a hard shiver down brahms’ spine. you could feel his body shake at this sound. he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer, until his chest was pressed tight to your soft body. you felt like a pillow. it reminded him of the one he had in his hideaway, that he sprayed with your stolen perfume and rutted against when he was feeling particularly desperate. that was nothing in comparison to this, though. he could feel your actual heat, your real beating heart, your hands coming to hold his shoulders for balance.

he pushed himself up to a sitting position, tugging you until you were partially in his lap. at this, you pulled away, taking a moment to catch your breath while holding yourself at a distance. your hands had come to rest against his chest, and he could feel the thumping of his pulse manipulating your fingers.

“brahms… you need to sleep, okay? you can’t… we can’t do this.”

“why?” the question was somewhat stern. his head tilted to the side, eyes blinking focus back onto you. “i want it.”

“i know you do, but… but you don’t even know what you’re doing. and it’s wrong, and it’s late, and-“

“i need it,” he pressed on. he leaned closer to you, dipping his head down to rest in the crook of your neck. his hot breath hit the inside of his mask, the sound echoing out into the open air. he could feel your own heartbeat quicken. you wanted this too, he knew it. deep down you longed for this, for him. why couldn’t you admit it? why couldn’t you just give him what he deserved? “i’ll be good…” he whispered, fingertips trailing down your sides and to your thighs. “please… please, i’ll be so good, and i’ll never misbehave again… please…”

you turned away, your skin dragging along the porcelain of his ‘face’. he knew he was getting to you. he was picking away at that inner resolve.

“what if i just gave you another kiss? would that be enough?” you asked. brahms shook his head. it would never be enough, never. “what do you want than?”

“touch me.” he grabbed your wrist, not too rough, and moved it to his own thigh. you gasped quietly in surprise. the sound was so sweet, he could taste the sugar on the edge of his tongue. he pressed your hand up, up, up, making it push along his loose lounge pants and up towards his bulge. “please. i need it. it aches…”

your palm met his clothed cock, and you could feel it immediately throb under the pressure. brahms had never been touched this intimately, and the slightest brush of your fingers made him whine quietly under his breath. he let go of your hand, expecting you to move away, but you stayed. you pushed a bit more into his erection, the sensation making him buck and rub his hips up into this new feeling.

“if i do this, will you go to bed?” you asked. his nodding was immediate. he whispered promises under his breath, his face pushing further into your flesh. you rubbed a thumb up the length of his bulge, and it made him thrust hard into your touch. “okay… okay, lay down. pull your pants down too.”

he did as told. he laid himself down flat against the bed, yanking his trousers and underwear down at the same time. his cock flipped up against his stomach, hard and leaking with beads of precum already. this would be a quick ordeal, but it would be worth it.

you reached down, wrapping your fingers around his cock and beginning to pump. the movements were slow at first, your thumb rubbing underneath his head and your fingers squeezing rhythmically around his shaft. you watched him, your gaze nearly burning his skin. brahms was lost to it all immediately. his head turned to press into his pillow, his hands gripping hard at the sheets of the bed, and his hips pushing lazily into the pleasure. he felt lost to it all. your caring touch sent him into the clouds. all of his brain power was being focused on this warm feeling enveloping him, wrapping around him like a dense fog. it felt so good.

brahms managed to find some composure, just enough that he could turn to look at you. where he thought there would be indifference, he saw lust. your eyes were focused on his dick, watching it with such intensity. you licked your lips as you stroked up and down, letting his precum leak over your knuckles and down his shaft. his cock was wet, making slick sounds every time you pumped him. each noise went straight to his core, and added to the fire building there.

“does this feel good?” you asked, stopping for just a moment to hear his reply.

“y-yes… yes, please, keep going… please, i need it… i need you, please…” he babbled, bucking his hips into your fist. you couldn’t help the smirk that crept onto your face. he had to look away again, face becoming hot with embarrassment. he had never seen you look at him that way before, and part of him hoped you’d never look at him any different.

“you’re already so worked up. are you gonna be able to handle me going faster?” you gave a few quick strokes, and it made him keen and arch his back. you chuckled as he slumped back down to the mattress, thighs already shaking.

“i can take it… i can… please…” he whimpered.

you nodded, starting a faster pace with your hand. he couldn’t hold back now. moans spilled unfiltered out of his mouth. they echoed off the walls and created a chorus of pleasure. every movement of your hand pulled another pathetic tune from his mouth, and he thanked the lord his mask was on, or else he’d be ashamed of how embarrassing his face was. it was red, contorted into an expression of overwhelming pleasure. his hands pulled at the sheets underneath him. he worried if he let go he would fall into nothing, and all of this goodness would disappear into the ether.

his cock twitched hard in your hand, continuing to spill puddles of precum around your fingers. you hummed at your work in satisfaction, twisting your fist and squeezing periodically along his shaft. you worked magic on him, making him sob in pleasure and pulling noises he never knew he could make from the depths of his throat.

it all became too much. an early orgasm was rushing towards him quick, and he was writhing hard against the bed at an attempt to escape. you never let up, though, and chased down this feeling inside of him with every jerk of his cock.

“k-kiss! kiss, please, n-need kiss…!” he gasped, a hand coming to grab at your shirt. he pulled you towards him weakly, and you allowed him too. you loomed over his squirming body, never slowing your movements. you leaned down, pressing multiple kisses along his cheeks and forehead, before connecting your lips back to those porcelain ones.

he moved his own mouth up into the glass desperately, mouthing along the surface in between you both. you giggled, and the sound felt like needles piercing into his heart. it was too much, it was too good, he couldn’t take it, he couldn’t-

he came with a cry. his hand that had once been gripping you went down to your wrist again, leading you through the milking of his cock, until he pulled you away to stop overstimulation from setting in. he was panting, sweaty and spent, messy now with his sperm spread across his stomach. lights flashed behind his eyes, but you stayed centred in his vision, like a monument to his pleasure. he was lax against the bed, barely moving save for his chest, which heaved up and down in an attempt to catch up to his heart.

“i think you’ll be able to sleep well now,” you cooed, gathering the blankets back up. you tucked them around him once again, and nearly laughed at the way he winced as the fabric touched his bare cock. you didn’t say anything, though, and simply went about your normal routine of making him comfortable.

once he was snug, you pressed one last kiss to his forehead. he was barely there, slipping in and out of a haze of euphoria. you lingered for a moment, watching him as he tried to force his eyes to stay open.

“goodnight, brahms. sleep well.” you patted his chest lightly, before standing and leaving the room.

brahms laid there in the glow of it all. as he began to slip into sleep, he sent out a last prayer to the universe, begging that tonight would happen again. he needed it to.

he needed you.

[specialagentlokitty]

Aizawa x reader - I need you safe

maybe reader is about to die, says smth like that, but doesn't die and Shou makes fun of them for it (in a relieved way lol) - @nyxiethesimp 💜

How a simple training field trip turned into a full on attack by the league of villains you didn’t know, you had no clue how they got there, how they even knew you were there.

Grabbing the hand of the student behind you, you began to run again, dragging her along with you.

You didn’t know many of the students, you weren’t a teacher, you were just an extra set of hands that UA asked to tag along.

“Go! With the rest!”

Pushing the girl ahead of you, you spun around to face the villain.

He looked insane and you could barely dodge his attack, blades shooting from his teeth.

Rolling to the side, you began to lure him away from the students, hoping to get somewhere more secluded so you could fight him.

You were fast, agile, and that’s all you really had going for you as you clutched at your dagger tightly.

Jumping over to a tree, you pushed yourself off it, spinning around as you launched yourself at the villain.

He dodged you, trying to stab you again, but he missed and you attacked once more, trying to use your agility to your advantage.

You launched for the blades that he was using to move around, kicking them to snap them, making him fall over.

Running over, you reached out with your hand, aiming to place it on his head, hoping if you drained enough energy from him it would render him unconscious.

When you were over him, he yelled, blades shooting out in all directions, stabbing you in the stomach.

You clenched your jaw, ripping yourself from it, and you could feel your wounds healing themselves.

It was going to take time, regeneration wasn’t straight away, and it all depended on how much energy you had stored up in the first place.

You charged again, going to attack.

You weren’t going to hold back, you were going to keep this villain focused on you for as long as possible, anything to get the students away.

As you took more and more hits, you could only land small hits on him, you weren’t sure how much more you could take while still standing.

Taking a deep breath, you forced all your stored energy into healing the biggest wounds, and you gripped your dagger tightly as you charged again.

The villain let out an annoyed yell, sending a full force attack at you which sent you flying to the ground, blood pooling around you.

“Energetic!”

You were picked up by tiger, and he rushed away with you in his arms.

“No! No.. the.. the students…”

You tried to move, but he held you tighter as he ran through the trees.

“They’re fine!”

You breathed deeply, placing your hand over your stomach, feeling your blood rushing through your fingers.

Your vision was pulsating, everything hurt all over, and when you were rushed into the resort the lighter were blinding.

You were taking into a room, carefully laid down on the floor, you could feel something being wrapped around your wounds.

“It’s not the best, but it’ll do. Vlad watch them! Make sure they don’t try to move!” Tiger barked out.

“Right!”

The face of the pro hero stood over you, and he gave you a crooked smile, placing his hand on your shoulder, putting your hand on his arm.

“Do what you have to do.”

You shook your head, clenching your jaw as pain shot through you.

“I.. I can’t… you.. you need energy… protect them…”

“You need energy to regenerate, I’ll be fine.”

You slowly shook your head again, refusing, and you moved your hand off his arm, placing it over your stomach.

You weren’t going to put him at risk by taking his energy, he needed it in case the villains came this far.

Some of the students walked over, and you felt Mina take your hand, giving you a teary smile.

“I don’t need mine!”

You gave a weak smile.

“No… it’s a painful.. process…”

“Please! You need to start regenerating!” She pleaded.

Other students came to offer the same thing, offering up the energy they had to you.

You refused to take it from them, to take someone’s energy is like ripping the life force straight from someone else, if you took too much they would pass out, and it’s incredibly painful to have to ripped away.

It’s why you refused.

Some pro heroes could take it, all might, endeavour, vlad king, you had used your quirk on them, and they barely managed to withstand the pain.

You weren’t going to use the same quirk on the students, you had enough energy to stop the bleeding a little bit, but not much, but it would bug you some time.

You let out pained breaths, staring up at the ceiling, using the little energy you had left to keep the pain at bay.

When you burned through that final reserve it was going to hit you like a truck, but you were hoping it would buy you some time.

You couldn’t die here.

Not in front of them.

You couldn’t die in front of the students, they needed to have hope, and if you died now it would destroy them.

So you kept holding on.

You didn’t know how long had passed, but you heard the pounding of feet, you gripped your dagger tightly in your freehand, ready to attack, and Vlad King was doing the same.

The door was thrown open, you heard some talking but you couldn’t focus on it, but you didn’t see the students getting ushered away by some police.

You saw black eyes peering down at you, and he knelt above your head, placing his hands on the side of your face, running his thumbs along your skin.

“Help is nearly here…” he whispered.

You reached up with, placing your hand on his wrist.

Aizawa could hear your strained breathing, you were struggling so much to stay awake, to stay fighting, your body was trembling with pain.

He could see the small shimmer of your quirk over your body, but it was slowly fading, you were nearly out of energy.

“You’re going to be okay, just use your quirk on me.”

You weakly nodded your head.

“N..no…”

“Don’t be so stubborn!” He yelled.

Tears filled his eyes, he’d watched so many people leave in front of him, go, leave him behind, if you did the same it would destroy him completely.

“I can handle it! Use your quirk!”

“I.. I can’t.. hurt you…”

“I don’t care! You’ll die if you don’t!”

He leant down, placing his forehead on yours, hiding his face from the officers who were trying to help stop the bleeding.

He felt you bring a hand up, tangling your fingers into the hair on the back of his head to hold him there.

“If I don’t… make it… back from where I’ve… gone just know… I’ve loved you all along…” you whispered.

“I know you do…” he whispered, “but you can’t die here… not like this…”

“I’m sorry…”

He took a deep breath, pulling away so he could look at you.

You were crying, and you kept your hand on the back of his head to keep him close.

He wiping your tears for you, giving you a little smile that only you could see, he wiped the small amount of blood that trailed from your mouth.

“You don’t have to be sorry… don’t apologise for being hurt it’s stupid…”

You smiled weakly.

“Stay with me…”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

You gave a small nod of your head, and he reached up, taking your hand in his so he could hold it, letting you know that he was still there.

You were still awake when medics came, but you were soon rushed away.

You weren’t any visitors for months, you were kept hooked up to machines, and anybody that wanted to see you had to stand outside the room.

Your body was fragile from the injuries you sustained, and the overuse of your quirk, so much as a cold could’ve been devastating.

For weeks after the incident you were unstable, on the verge of death, constantly coding, but you eventually got stable.

When you were allowed visitors a lot of students and pro heroes came to see you, but Aizawa spent the most time at your side when he could.

He wasn’t there when you woke up, but when he got the news he rushed over as soon as he could, making his way into your room to see you sitting up.

You still had your oxygen mask on, he was told you couldn’t take it off because your lung wasn’t fully recovered.

You turned your head when you heard him come in, and your eyes lit up, a wide smile spreading across your face.

You held your hands out, letting him walk over, sitting on the bed with you, resting his head carefully on your chest as you held him.

You gently ran your hand over his hair, occasionally brushing some of it away from your face.

“They said in a couple of months you can be released, but you won’t be able to use your quirk for a long time, and you won’t be able to return to hero duties for at least a year.” He explained.

You nodded your head, looking out of the window before turning back to him.

You turned his head up so you could see his face, giving him a bright smile.

You held your hand over his heart, patting his chest a few times.

“Yeah, I love you too.” He whispered.

Soon you were walking about, wondering up and down your room, then you were able to talk again, and eventually you were released.

Aizawa had signed your release forms, meaning you were released into his care, so you moved into the UA teachers dorms with him.

You were standing in front of him, holding your shirt up while he changed the bandages around your stomach.

“They said it would take longer to heal, since my body is so used to my energy quirk healing them, it’s not used to healing on its own.”

“As long as it doesn’t get infected you’ll be fine.” He said.

He stood up, and you dropped your shirt back down, sitting down on the bed with a small groan of pain.

“I’ll be back in a few hours, don’t wonder off.”

“Yeah yeah I know.”

He nodded, walking over he kissed the top of your head before leaving.

It had become habit for him now to kiss your head before leaving, as if you would be gone when he got back.

You didn’t really leave the room, you happily stayed in there, taking a small nap, then got up heading to the little kitchen bit to make something to eat.

Aizawa came back not long after you started to cook, he waited for you to greet him but you seemed to focused on what you were doing.

A small grin played on his lips as he slowly laid down on the ground, placing his hand on his stomach.

“(Y/N)?”

You looked over.

When you saw him laid on the floor you let out an annoyed groan.

“Come on, you said you’d drop it!” You whined.

His grinned even more.

“If I don’t… make it… back from where I’ve… gone just know… I’ve loved you all along…” he mumbled.

You walked over, and lightly kicked his side.

“You’re such an ass.”

You huffed, going back to cooking, and he chuckled, sitting up, resting an arm behind him as he looked at you.

“You said it first.”

You refused to speak to him.

“Come on, that’s just childish. Don’t ignore me.”

You stuck your middle finger up at him before going back to cooking.

“Oh no, I think I’m dying again.” He said.

“I’m going to go find Vlad.”

You huffed as you grabbed one of his sweaters, pulling it over your head, and you made your way to the door.

Before you could even reach the handle you were tangled up in his scarf, and he walked over, unwrapping you, and he wrapped his arms around your waist instead.

Aizawa placed his forehead on your shoulder.

“Don’t be so embarrassed about it.” He chuckled.

“I only said it cause I thought I was gonna die… didn’t even mean it…”

“Oh yeah? If you didn’t mean it guess you don’t really need to be wearing my sweaters.”

“No! I do, I’m still injured Shota Aizawa, you wouldn’t take a sweater from an injured person would you?”

You turned around so you could look at him, his hands settling on your waist.

“Of course I would, it’s mine.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

He grinned proudly at you.

“You love me.”

“God I should’ve just fallen for Mic, or All Might, at least they’re normal.”

“Normal?” He scoffed, “have we met the same people?”

You lightly slapped his shoulder, ducking around him to go back to cooking your dinner.

Aizawa leant against the counter, elbows resting on it as he looked a you.

He activated his quirk, and you snapped your head to him.

“How did you know?!”

“Because it covers you in a light shimmer! It’s not hard to miss!” He scolded.

You handed him the spatula, and walked over to the table, dropping yourself down in one of the chairs while he pointed it at you accusingly.

“You were told not to use your quirk! Stop it!”

“It makes life so much easier…”

He sighed, setting the spatula down, and walked over, placing a finger under your chin to tilted your head up to see him.

“It’s not safe, you’re putting yourself at risk by using it right now. I don’t want you to hurt yourself or worse, okay? Just another month and you can safely start using it again.”

You sighed.

“I know… I’m sorry…”

He leant down, capturing you in a kiss, then he pulled away.

“Good. Now, sit, dinner is almost ready.”

“I know I’ve been cooking it!”

He grinned proudly and went back to the stove while you complained about him under your breath

[pumpkinstrawbrew]

Hey! I'm sooooo happy to finally find another person that ships Scarecrow and Batman! This is ship is so underrated and it deserves MUCH more recognition 👏☺️ Also, I love your art and analysis of these characters!

I don't know if you've answered this before, but what do you think about the Arkhamverse version of them? I would prefer Arkham Knight, but if you feel uncomfortable with it, Arkham Asylum is fine (I love both). I don't know what to think of it at the moment and I'm trying to form an opinion!

I hope you have an amazing day!! ❤️❤️

Can I be 🐓 anon if you allow anons?

hello there!! i’m also happy to meet another fellow-minded scarebat believer out there! scarebat is just such a fascinating ship. i’m honestly go uwu when i see other people enjoying it too! this pair indeed deserve more recognition an’ love! an’ aw, heck, thank you! it makes me blush knowing that someone can have fun with those lil, whimsical things i do! 

an’ oh, nope. i didn’t answer this one! arkhamverse’s content is smth that i see circulating around a lot, but i didn’t see much content for that version of scarebat. i guess, the constant choking, an’ ‘get on your knees now, crane’ wasn’t enough to awaken smth in anyone *besides me an’ 2-3 other fine wine enjoyers*. which is once again too bad, bc even design wise, they’re kinda a banger in their own right. whichever version we take, it’s just a good contrast between batman’s heavy armour an’ jon’s typical rags *with some cyber-punk touch later on*. like, while i’m a simple gal who tends to simp for ‘classic’ outlooks, i do appreciate what the game did. gotta love crane’s freddy krueger syringe glove, an’ how he got it embedded into bruce’s neck an’ chest, an’ then got stabbed with it himself lol. there is a lot of homoerotic stuff, which can be done with it! esp bc it’s such a close range weapon, an’ each version of akrham’s crane used it differently. in arkham asylum, he injected the poison into bruce’s arm. the desperate, angry action kinda reminded me of a pissy, bristling animal, that would bite your hand, when if you try to grab it. in the next game, jon was way more vicious, less of a thrashing opossum that you find in your garage an’ more of a snake, that you accidentally step on, while you climbing down your porch. the vast difference between his mental states then an’ later on is an interesting theme for speculations. esp bc bruce is also worse to wear in the next game. in fact, i’d say that arkham knight sorta depicts them at their subjective ‘worst’ almost. an’ it says smth, bc i don’t think that either of them are ever in good mental place. 

i kinda find it interesting how some people would assume, that if person acts cold an’ detached, it means that they’re ‘in control’, when sometimes, it’s the opposite. in bruce’s case for sure. but i’d like this for some versions of crane as well, bc it suits his psychotype as well. not to mention, that jon’s hygiene in arkham knight is at its lowest too, which says a few things about his mental state right off the bat. or how he didn’t seem to properly treat his own wounds, just instantly throwing himself into his biggest scheme. a man truly possessed by revenge. 

but welp, if we go into specifics of each separate version of arkhamverse, i guess, i will start with arkham asylum! my memories about those games are a bit rusty, but i’ll go with what i remember. providing more emphasis on arkham knight, since they do have more going on an’ you seem more interested in that specific version too! 

still, first things first, i love how jonathan was half-naked during the first game lol. it’s just so funny to me, bc he is usually covered from head to toe, but in there, he was shirtless, wearing pants that held for dear life on those skinny hips an’ i’ll bet dude had nothing underneath them either. he’s never was the most proper person, admittingly, but idk, running around the dirty asylum an’ hunting your enemy while showing off your nips an’ stomach is…smth else. esp for a prude like crane. but i guess, at that point of time, he seemed to be so deranged, that his usual body issues no longer worried him. besides, poison ivy walked around in her underwear an’ blouse that was held together by one durable button, why can’t he do the same? it’s not like batman would comment on it, even if he wanted to. but like, honestly, all the hints of possible spooky + sexy times were there, so it’s a shocker, that no one has done anything about it yet. i mean, you literally have jonathan, who was flashing the bat for 20 minutes straight, an’ it’s not smth that the majority of cranes would ever have the guts to do in any other set-up. btas an’ comicverse ones would downright combust, before they’d be walking around batman shirtless. but not that gremlin. he was all about it. even if i do think, that he wasn't fully aware about what it means, an’ that it’s kinda embarrassing to do smth like that, while you are trying to be intimidating. he’s not bane. it’s not like he has some crazy muscular mass to show off. but it is very stimulating to think about the ways it all can be used in. the cold bat’s armour to exposed skin of a spooky toothpick. batman grips scarecrow’s clothes, when they fight. in there, it’ll be almost all naked skin. that’s a sexy imagery to have! 

as for the substance of the arkham asylum on itself, i don’t think that scarecrow was in there a lot. but then again, maybe i just remember it this way. it is however curious how fast crane goes from campy looney to more serious, jarred person, we see in the next game. an’ his whole motivation shifts from ‘you’re just like us and have fears’ to ‘there is no saviour. no hope’. almost like he was very, very let down, when batman failed to save him that one time lol. but considering that arkhamverse kept jonathan’s comic origin, it’s safe to assume that yeah, he took that very-very personally. he isn’t the joker, who kinda never brings up how many times, batman casually let him ‘die’. the btas alone has like 3 occasions like that lmao. meanwhile, jon went into a scornful cold rage, after just one epic fail, which, at the end of the day, is very him lol. the drugged up bat didn’t save him, that’s it. no one’s supremacy, fuck gotham. an’ i’m only partly jeering here. 

which leads us straight to to arkham knight version, an’ to bruce instantly going up there an’ choking the living hell out of jon, the second he sees him. what a reunion! esp with that whole head hitting an’ throwing crane onto floor, like a ragdoll. batman just had to assert his dominance, even when jonathan barely opened his mouth. *bc yeah, you stay down, bottom*. i like how crane tried his hardest to be serious an’ imposing during that whole deal, but the bat just wasn't super amused. yet, like usual, he did give the scarecrow room to speak later on. allowing him to walk around him. an’ boy, gotta appreciate that ‘bad guy's sly hips play’ as scarecrow circled the bat. it was quite a vision. even with fucked up leg, he managed to pull that off. i wish there were more moments like this. they had a lot of potential for more brutal scarebat interactions, than some other versions of them. all the cues for it were there. batman was hallucinating a ghost of a dead clown, who wouldn’t shut up about whatever, an’ jonathan was all about his ‘end goal’, not caring what he had to do to get to it. what an explosive combo. i was low-key surprised, that bruce didn’t wipe the floor with crane just out of pure frustration, an’ then some. an’ considering how fucked up they both are in that version, it wouldn’t put it past the ghost!joker to suggest they’d do smth else with crane, if batman is unwilling to kill him. there is actually a lot of leeway, with bruce blaming some stuff on his personal brain damage, while joker just keeps on pouring gasoline into the fire. i even had this one idea about the joker playing a horrible matchmaker just to make everyone even more miserable, but mostly just bruce. all while not expecting crane to be able to return the sentiment in his own messed up manner. 

an’ speaking of sentiment, i do think that it can be here as well. it’ll be buried under layers an’ layers of pseudo-resentment, but that’s like typical scarebat. no one ever talk about their real emotions in that ship lol. well, not in a normal way. in arkham knight, i suppose the joker can be a narrator of bruce an’ crane’s relationships. not missing a beat to tell them *well, bruce* how much they suck. an’ he won’t even be wrong, batman abandoning some of his duties, bc well, this. an’ crane as per usual getting confused by feelings, that isn’t hatred or fear. they can enter those intense relationships with the worst kind of miscommunication. bc they awful at it, when they’re not super unstable *or at least one of them isn’t*, an’ now they can be godawful at it, bc batman is close to breaking point, an’ jonathan is at his bitterests an’ pettiest. crane also can assume, that he can ‘unmade’ the bat this way, all while messing up his own scheme in the process. with god’s help, they might even survive this. idk about gotham tho lol. the joker being a third wheel an’ technically a cuck in that situation just adds how messed up it all is. but maybe with jon’s ‘help’, they can deal with that problem too. i don’t think, crane would like to share in any way. i mean, he would have been pissed off, if he learned that batman had a mini-devil on his shoulder the whole time. in a way, it kinda defeats the purpose of it all. it would almost like taking all the credit from him, an’ he won’t stand for it. crane combating bruce’s personal ghosts for his own selfish, possessive needs is smth, i would have liked to see for them. jonathan accidently being a good psychiatrist to bruce is my peak scarebat dark comedy. similar to how in ‘kings of fear’, it was basically ‘i can fix him, but bitch, you’re worse’ kind of deal too. in return, bruce can try an’ help crane actually put some proper garnet for his leg on, an’ look a bit less like a sickly *even if scary-spooky-cool* animal. they can find some middle ground, even if for questionable reasons, or they can have that slow-burn from enemies to lovers thing too. heck, i mean, it’s a wonder how come that scarecrow didn’t kidnap bruce first to try an’ break him a tad more, before making gotham see ‘that they had no hope’ an’ all that. 

on less game plot related notes, i do like to play around with what can be done about jon’s state in arkham knight. like his face being all messed up, half of his body moving way more stiffly, there are a lot of things that can be done with it. an’ the parallel of batman being crippled on the inside an’ crane being pretty much this an’ then also damaged outside of it….mmm, that’s just good. also we all know that nolanverse crane moaned ‘batman’ like a whore while his hair were pulled, but what about arkham knight’s scarecrow lil gay gasps an’ whimpers, when bruce held him by the throat an’ injected him with his own toxin? if gordon an’ jason weren’t there, i wonder what might have happened lol. love scarecrow’s scared expressions in that game btw, somehow they still manage to make him look cute. 

an’ now for a bit of nitpicky bit. when i look back at arkham knight, like some other folks, i do wish there was less…joker in it. he did add some fun elements there or here, but he should have been a background segment tbh. i really wanted to see more of mindbending stuff similar to level in arkham asylum. batman ‘given into’ hallucination joker’s cheers to kill crane, even if it was all a mindfuck bit was tasteless for me. if they wanna make bruce kinda walk that route, i’d rather see him doing it by his own misgivings an’ rage. tho, i do give credit where it’s duo, crane saying ‘you’ve changed’ an’ not sounding esp thrilled about it was curious smth. 

but omg, that’s got long, haha. hope, it’s not too troublesome. i’m kinda chatty an’ rambly kind of person, esp when i talk about things i love. can’t talk short in most cases. 

thank you for the ask btw! i do enjoy talking about scarebat a lot, no matter what version. an’ i hope, that your day is going great as well! i do apologise for how late some of my responses are coming through. i tend to pick at questions for a couple of days or so, just to make sure that i kinda give it my utmost thoughts, haha. hopefully, my answer helped you to form your own vision on the matter better or gave you an idea how different / similar you see smth, when it comes to those two. 

an’ sure thing! that’s a cute symbole btw!

[ronance4everbrainrot]

Stranger Things incorrect quote generator (feat. The Babysitters, California Crew and Russian Squad)

Pt 12

The Babysitters

Steve: I think we should kiss.

Nancy: And I think you should die but we don’t always get what we want.

(girlboss gaslight gatekeep✨💅✨)

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Robin: Why do you let me win when we race up the stairs? You’re the faster one.

Nancy: Erm... it’s nice see your smile when you win!

*later*

Robin: They're probably just staring at my ass, aren't they.

Steve: Yeah, probably.

(I hope she's looking respectfully 👀)

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Nancy: Would you slap Steve-

Robin: Yes.

Nancy: I didn't even finish!

Robin: Sorry, continue.

Nancy: Would you slap Steve for 10 dollars?

Robin: I would do it for free.

Steve: Rude...

(We love their bond)

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Robin: *speaking Spanish*

Steve: I know, I know.

Nancy: You speak Spanish?

Steve: No. I just know the phrase, 'this is all your fault' in every language Robin speaks.

(this just fits perfectly.. At least the speaking Spanish part)

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Steve, seeing a banana on the car seat: What the FUCK??

Steve, buckling the banana up: Fucking buckle UP, it’s the LAW!

(Robin in the back, having placed the banana in the car, laughing her ass off. Honestly this could be a tik tok from them)

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Robin: You know the sound a fork makes in the garbage disposal? That's the sound that my brain makes all the time.

(I feel you)

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Robin, happily: Heeyy!!

Steve: Hey, someone's happy.

Eddie, deadpan: Yeah, and it's making me sick.

(Eddieee be nice, she finally had her first kiss with Nancy, at least I think that's why she's so happy)

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*The gang responding to being stabbed by a sword*

Steve: Rude.

Jonathan: That's fair.

Nancy: Not again.

Robin: Are you gonna want this back or can I keep it?

(Keep it Robin! You'll have a sword! And then you can stab the person who stabbed you!)

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Argyle: Look at the buns on that guy!

Eddie: *lying on the floor, covered in hamburger buns*

Jonathan: This is the comedy police! The joke's too funny!

Argyle: I'm not going back to jail!

(funny haha)

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*Eddie and Argyle enter a dive bar*

Eddie: Look, I know you’re disappointed but could we at least have a drink.

Argyle, in a scuba diving suit: I would like leave, please.

(Poor Arygle, he just wanted to go diving)

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Robin: :)

Nancy: >:(

Robin: Turn that frown upside down!

Nancy: ):<

Robin: Not sure what I was expecting...

(A ">:)" perhaps? Or without the brows?)

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Jonathan: Like, no offense to myself and all, but what the fuck am I actually doing?

(well you're being a good brother/friend and I love you for it. Idk about the rest tho)

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Robin: "What are you into?" is such a broad question, like do I reply with a TV series or choking?

(Ask them back and see how they answer 🤷‍♀️ "idk, what are you into?")

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Argyle, holding up their class notes: And then this doodle of a burrito because when I first read Aristotle, I thought it was pronounced like “Chipotle”.

Argyle, in shock: Wait a minute, is it “Chip-o-tottle”?

(Wh... Wha-..)

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Eddie: How would you like to live forever?

Nancy: I'd hate it. Shut the fuck up.

(Eddie coming back as the devil or smth and trying to make deals 👀)

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Robin: We need to open this locked door. Steve, give me your credit card.

Steve: Here.

Robin, pocketing it: Thanks. Nancy, break down the door.

(Robin "I'm not poor anymore because I got Steve's credit card" Buckley)

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Robin: Hello friends!

The Squad:

Robin: You might be wondering why I’m taped to the ceiling

(Um...)

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Steve, at Eddie's funeral: I need a moment with them.

Everyone: Of course. *They leave*

Steve, leaning over Eddie′s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.

Eddie: Yeah, no shit.

(😱)

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Robin: Did you hear that!? Steve just threatened to destroy my lego AT-AT!

Nancy: ...You just threatened to kill them in their sleep.

(but her lego AT-AT!?☹️ It's more valuable!)

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Eddie: Stay foxy.

Nancy: Die lonely.

(stay lonely 👍 die foxy 👌)

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Jonathan: How are we supposed to put a tracker the size of a penny on Eddie without them noticing?

Steve: Hey, Eddie, I bet you 5 bucks that you can't swallow this penny.

Eddie: *takes and swallows tracker* Pay up, loser.

Jonathan: ....

(...ok...)

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Robin: I am darkness. I am an power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am-

Eddie: A doll.

Steve: A cinnamon roll.

Nancy: A sweetheart.

Robin:

Robin: ...stop it.

(she's trying to convince them that's she's a Russian spy)

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Argyle: So are you gonna explain how the hell you crashed my van?

Robin: Well we were driving and there was a deer in the road, so I said "Steve, deer!"

Argyle: ...And what did Steve do?

Robin: ...They said "Yes, Honey?"

(They definitely call eachother pet names. Like if they were married. Love their friendship)

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Eddie: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.

Argyle: This knife is actually a magic wand.

Robin: Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel.

Nancy: *cocks gun* Magic missile.

Jonathan: What the fuck is wrong with you people.

(everything is magic)

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Argyle: I’ve never asked someone out. How do you even do it?

Steve: Oh, what I do is, I look them up and down and I say: “Hey… how you doin’?”

Jonathan, scoffing: Oh, please.

Steve, to Jonathan: Hey, how you doin’?

Jonathan:

Jonathan: *giggles and blushes*

(Stonathan ig)

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Steve: What the fuck is wrong with you??

Robin: What? No good morning?

Steve: Good morning, what the fuck is wrong with you??

(What the fuck is wrong with you! Yelling what the fuck is wrong with you at Robin, smh 😒😕😔)

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Robin, turning to Steve: Stop calling yourself hot, the only thing you can turn on is the microwave.

(where are the lies?)

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Argyle: Then either Sonic is a god or could kill god, and I do not care if there is a difference.

(ok..)

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Jonathan: Do you mind if I slyly mention that you’re single?

Robin: Do not do that.

Jonathan: You won’t even notice!

Nancy, entering: Jonathan, you wanted to see me again?

Jonathan: Robin's single

Robin:

(If they were friends in S1 or smth)

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Nancy: Are you trying to seduce me?

Robin: Why, are you seducible?

Bonus: (from the generator)

Nancy: You’re an idiot.

Robin: That’s the charm.

Bonus: (from the generator)

Nancy: I feel like doing something stupid.

Robin: I’m stupid, do me.

(it's really is the charm, also your not stupid 👀)

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Robin: You gave me up, you let me down, you turned around, and deserted me.

Steve: But did I make you cry?

Robin: *cries on the spot*

Steve: ...Shit.

(From the Murray adopting Robin AU when Steve tries to apologize lol)

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Robin: Here are two pictures. one of them is your room, and the other is the garbage dump.

Eddie: *points at a picture* That one is the dump.

Robin: tHEY'RE BOTH YOUR ROOM!

(well Damn, you don't have to yell)

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Nancy: How do you connect with a fictional character?

Steve: What?

Argyle: What?

Jonathan: What?

Robin: *pulls up a 500 slide presentation* I'm glad you asked.

(I'd glady see that)

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Robin: What are you in the mood for?

Nancy: World domination.

Robin: That's a bit ambitious.

Nancy: You are my world.

Robin: Aww...

Nancy:

Robin:

Nancy:

Robin: OH.

(Oh)

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Eddie: So, Nancy is late today. Anyone wanna bet why?

Eddie: I say they slipped through the subway grate and is having terrible sex with the mole man.

Robin: I don't know about that...I think either their alarm clock didn't go off, or they're in line at the bank.

Jonathan: Take this more seriously! Nancy was clearly taken in their sleep!

Steve: I bet they tucked themselves into the bed too tightly and got stuck.

Argyle: Maybe they fell into another dimension where they're more interesting...?

*Nancy arrives*

Nancy: Sorry I'm late - there was a problem at the bank.

Robin, clapping their hands in excitement: HOT DAMN!

(love b99)

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Steve: Look guys, I need help.

Argyle: Love help?

Nancy: Financial help?

Jonathan: Emotional help?

Eddie: Help moving a body?

*Everybody looks at Eddie*

Eddie: What?

(He needs help with apologize to Robin probably 😑)

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Jonathan: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple...

Robin: I really care about your feelings!

Nancy: I really care about YOUR feelings!

Jonathan, turning their head: ...and then there's the disaster couple...

Eddie: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL!

Steve: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!

(Ah yes. Ronance <3)

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Nancy: Robin is too tall for me to kiss them on the lips. What should I do?

Steve: Punch them in the stomach. Then, when they double over in pain, kiss them.

Jonathan: Tackle them!

Eddie: Dump them.

Argyle: Kick them in the shin!

Robin: No to all of those! Just ask me to lean down!!

(They all high)

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Steve: We should normalize not loving family members.

Robin: You can just say: “I hate my dumb fuck uncle” or whatever. Talk like a normal person!

(Ye)

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Argyle: If you really want to get back at a man, scare him with a pregnancy test. I’ve got a whole box of old positives at my house.

Nancy: You’re an American treasure.

(He really is 🙌✨)

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Jonathan: If any person here knows of any just cause or impediment why these two should not be joined together in holy matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.

Robin: Yes! I do. One of the partners is already married! They married me three years ago. And don’t let them deny it! I’ve got the marriage certificate to prove it!

*Eddie turns around to face them*

Robin: Oh... sorry. Wrong church.

(it's ok, their hair looks the same. I get it 😪)

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Jonathan: Do you guys ever have a civilized conversation that doesn't require insulting each other every time you get a chance?

Eddie: No.

Steve: No.

Jonathan: Didn't think so.

(but they mean it in a nice way)

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Eddie: Remember everyone, violence is never the answer.

Nancy: You're right, Eddie.. Violence can't be the answer.

Eddie: Correct, Nancy. Now, on to the next lesso-

Nancy: Violence is the question.

Nancy: And the answer is yes!

Eddie: Nancy, no!!

(Nancy, yes!!)

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Jonathan: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Robin: What’s up your ass this morning!

Argyle: *walks in* ...Hey.

Robin: Hmm… nevermind.

Jonathan: WAIT NO!

(Perfect. Jargyle✨)

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Argyle: I love you.

Jonathan: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.

*Argyle and Jonathan kiss passionately*

Robin, to Steve: You owe me 20 dollars.

(I love Jargyle 🙌)

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Robin: I love you.

Nancy, not paying attention: What was that?

Robin: I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

(Nancy would be so confused)

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Argyle: You deserve a reward for putting up with me.

Jonathan: You are my reward.

*meanwhile*

Steve: You deserve a reward for putting up with me.

Eddie: True, you can be really difficult at times.

(Steddie could never be the top one lol)

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Steve: Let's just agree to both say we're sorry on the count of three.

Steve: One... two... three.

Jonathan: ...

Steve: ...

Steve: See, now I'm just disappointed in both of us.

(when they finally apologize...or try to..)

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[California Crew]

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Argyle: I have a 1:30 appointment.

Jonathan: Which doctor?

Argyle: No, I want the regular doctor.

(I took me a minute to get that joke)

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Jonathan: I know you love them.

Will: I am not in love with Mike!

Jonathan, staring at Will: I never said who...

Will: *realizes*

Will: Shit. Well, anyways-

(he knew anyway)

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Argyle: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I weak or strong?

Mike: Strong.

Jonathan: Weak.

Will: An idiot, is what your are.

(Sassy Will will be sassy)

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Mike: I can't believe you've done this.....

Will: I'm sorry I didn't know-!

Mike, on the verge of tears: YOU CAN'T JUST GIVE ME A GIFT OUT OF NOWHERE NOW I FEEL LIKE A HUGE ASSHOLE!

(I wish that's how the airport thing went 😔)

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Argyle: What do you call a dictionary on drugs?

Mike: If you say "addict-ionary" I swear I will cut you.

Argyle: I was actually going to say "high definition", but your answer's much better.

Mike: ...

(I love that joke)

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Will: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Mike: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

Will: But you’re always acting stupid?

Mike: ...

Mike: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

(🥺holds gently🤲)

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Jonathan: That was the worst throw ever. Of all time.

Argyle: Not my fault. Somebody put a wall in the way.

(Yea! Why did that person have to put a wall there 😪)

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Argyle, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs?

Jonathan: It means like in hand-to-hand combat.

Argyle: Ohhhh-

Will: Both of you get out of this kitchen.

(2high4this)

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Mike: I have a new hoodie.

Will: Wrong.

Will: We have a new hoodie.

(it's probably blue or yellow or both)

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*Will is casually searching around the room*

Argyle: Hey Will, what’re you looking for?

Will: My will to live.

*Mike walks into the room*

Will: Oh, there it is.

(Naww...Omg wait!)

*Mike is casually searching around the room*

Argyle: Hey Mike, what’re you looking for?

Mike: My Will to live.

*Will walks into the room*

Mike: Oh, there it is.

(his Will to live 🥺)

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Jonathan: Argyle! For the love of god, please turn down that music. I have a hangover.

Argyle: *blasting the mii theme at full volume* That sounds like a you problem, not a mii problem.

(it's the best music ever)

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Will: I would never say that my partner is a bitch and I don’t don’t like them. That’s not true… My partner is a bitch and I like them so much!

(It's Mike, my is Will's partner ❤️)

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Mike, about Will: I think we should kiss.

Jonathan: And I think you should die but we don’t always get what we want.

(Jonathan being a protective brother❤️)

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Vecna: *transforms to look like Mike*

Will: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like him. First off, he's way taller. Secondly, HE DOES NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've told he's a constant 10.

(I just changed it up a bit....😁)

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Jonathan: Made you all playlists!

Jonathan: Mike, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul.

Jonathan: Will, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression.

Jonathan: And Argyle has the ABBA Gold album.

(it fits, doesn't it?)

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Argyle: You know the sound a fork makes in the garbage disposal? That's the sound that my brain makes all the time.

(Absolutely)

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Argyle: *pulls back the curtain while Jonathan is showering*

Argyle: Hey did we - stop screaming it’s me - did we run out of Cheerios?

(This is normal)

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Mike: Ask me anything. Go ahead, I'll give you a straight answer.

Will: Are you gay?

Mike: How am I supposed to give a straight answer to that?

(I just find the straight answer thing funny)

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Mike: *seductively takes off glasses*

Mike: Wow...

Will: *blushes* Haha... what?

Mike: You're really fucking blurry.

(it's giving Richie vibes (mostly because he has glasses).. Even tho I haven't seen IT lol)

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Mike: I didn’t even realize how sarcastic I was being. It’s starting to become a problem, I think.

(you think?....sigh)

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El, taping a knife onto a Roomba: Be free, my child.

Jonathan, entering the room with a small cut on their ankle: Who the f-

(Max gave her the idea, did she not?)

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Mike: You look mentally ill.

El: I am. Let’s go.

(at first I wanted to say S1 like when they first met but now I'm thinking when they found her in S4)

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Jonathan: Is there anyone here who’s actually straight?

Mike: *raises hand*

Argyle: *puts their hand down*

(Argyle knows what you are 👀)

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Jonathan: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

Will, whispering: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

El, whispering: Because I have little hands.

Will: Because they have little hands

(🥺 this is adorable. I love the Byers)

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Will: Do you cook?

Mike: I made a cake once.

El: Yeah, it was good.

Mike: Really?

El: Don’t make me lie twice, Mike.

(But El 😧 Friends don't lie 👀)

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Will: Yeah I'm LGBT.

Will: cuLt leader.

Will: God hates me personally.

Will: cowBoy hat.

Will: *sniffles* Trying my best.

(AND WE LOVE YOU FOR THAT ❤️✨😭😭❤️✨🥺)

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Kidnapper: I have your partner.

Will: What? I don't have a partner...

Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face?

Will: Oh my god, you have Mike.

(even the kidnapper thought Byler was together)

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Will: El just said "I have an appetite for destruction" and then they reached down and untied my shoe.

(yes El 😈 cause destruction 🙌✨)

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El: My stomach growled super loud in French.

El: I would like to clarify, my stomach did not speak in French. It growled during French class.

Argyle: Bonjour.

Mike: Le growl.

Will: Hon hon hon, feed me a baguette.

(croissant ��🥖)

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[Russian Squad]

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Dimitri: *Locks Yuri in the car.* Act like a child, get treated like a child.

Yuri: What? Isn't it illegal to leave a child locked in a car?

(He's got a point)

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Murray: Joyce, you're my best friend.

Joyce: Best friend? BEST friend?! Bitch, I'm your only friend.

Joyce: I'M THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE OF TOLERATING YOUR DUMB ASS!

(I feel like this is true, but well now Hopper is back so she's not the only friends, but also damn)

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Hopper: That shirt looks great, Dimitri.

Dimitri: Thanks.

Murray: But I bet it would look even better on Yuri's floor.

Yuri: Are you hitting on Dimitri... for me?

(He just got gay vibes from Dimitri and Yuri, idk)

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Joyce: Okay! Let’s play Kiss Marry Kill!

Joyce: First who would you kill?

*Dimitri points at Yuri*

*Murray points at Yuri*

*Hopper points at Yuri*

Yuri: *shrugs* I would kill me too.

(Fair point)

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Joyce: Is something burning?

Hopper, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

Joyce: Hopper, the toaster is literally on fire.

(Jopper, my love 🙌✨)

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Joyce: Are we really going to let Dimitri keep Yuri?

Hopper: We kept Murray.

(👍)

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Murray: Please could you go to the shop and get a carton of milk, if they have avacodos get six.

Yuri, coming back from the store with six cartons of milk: They had avacados!

(I love this quote for some reason, it's so stupid)

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Joyce: Any idiot would know that.

Yuri: I knew that!

Joyce: See?

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Hopper: Murray, get that hidious thing out of the living room, would you?

Murray: Yuri, Hopper wants you to get out of the house.

(I mean i hated him for what he did so he deserves that)

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Joyce: I wasn’t that drunk.

Hopper: You colored my face with a highlighter because you said I was important.

Joyce: BECAUSE YOU ARE!

(you are ✨)

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Dimitri, teaching Hopper to drive: Okay, you're driving and Joyce and Murray walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?

Hopper: Oh, definitely Murray. I could never hurt Joyce.

Dimitri, massaging their temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

(He's been of the roads for so long, he needs to relearn how to drive, if that is a thing

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Yuri: The best part of an oreo is the cookie part, not the frosting. Deal with it.

Dimitri: Darkness without light is an abyss. Light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side.

Murray: YO SOCRATES! IT'S A FUCKING COOKIE!

(I usually separate them, then I have one with frosting and one without..now I want oreos)

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Yuri: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter a.

Murray: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory.

Dimitri: Fuck you.

(Yes, perfect 👌)

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Murray: Guys, Yuri is missing.

Hopper: Good.

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Hopper: You look good in that hoodie.

Joyce: You know where else I'd look good?

Hopper, zero hesitation: My bed.

Joyce, at the same time: By you're side- wait, what?

(Hopper 😶🤨)

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Yuri: You know guys, sometimes I feel like Murray doesn't take me seriously enough.

Joyce: "Sometimes"?

Hopper: "Enough"?

Yuri:

Hopper: Change that to 'at all' and we'll talk.

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Yuri: What does “take out” mean?

Hopper: Food.

Joyce: Dating.

Dimitri: Murder.

Murray: It can be all three if you’re brave enough.

(I think we already had this one where Murray said the last line.. Idk if it were the same characters tho)

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Joyce: How long do you think it'll take?

Yuri: I don’t know, three or four.

Joyce: Three or four what? Days? Weeks? Months?

Yuri: Yeah, maybe five.

Joyce: Five what?!

(isn't that literally the scene? Or did I remember it wrong? I mean my mind is very forgetful)

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Murray: I typed "bitch" into my GPS and guess what? I'm at you location.

Hopper:

Murray: Vroom vroom, come out already.

(that's how they actually found/saved Hopper)

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Dimitri: Yuri has no survival skills, their need to win has replaced them.

Joyce: That can't be true!

Dimitri: Watch this.

Dimitri: Hey Yuri, race you to the bottom of the stairs!

Yuri: *Throws themself out a window*

(I feel like he would actually do that)

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Joyce: Welcome to my very first vlog, in which I try different hair products!

Joyce: *holds up a bowl*

Joyce: Well, right off the bat I can tell you this one is the best.

(I love her ✨😂🙌❤️✨)

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Murray: Are you this rude to everyone?!

Yuri: Yup.

Yuri: Don't think you're special.

(he was so annoying at first, but then he was just weird, so I don't dislike him anymore)

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Yuri: Hey, can you do me a favor?

Hopper: Sorry, I have to go do literally anything other than this.

Yuri: You don’t even have a legitimate reason?

Hopper: Oh, no, I do.

Yuri: Well, what is it?

Hopper: You see, I simply don’t give a fuck.

(well played, Hopper)

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Yuri: The waiter at Olive Garden has been grating my cheese for 6 hours now, waiting for me to say when. Customers are screaming. Three people have died.

Yuri: I will not yield.

(Yuri! No! 😭)

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Hopper: Go big or go home!

Dimitri: Please, for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. Go. Home.

Hopper: I'm going big!

(Well he's got home after that tho 👍)

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Murray: I hate you.

Yuri: Well, according to this picture I drew of us holding hands, that is untrue.

(....ok..)

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Hopper, sweating: Joyce, there’s something I need to ask you-

Joyce: Finally! You’re proposing!

Hopper: How’d you know?

Joyce: Hopper, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

Joyce: I even picked it up once.

(if we don't get a Jopper wedding in S5 I don't want it)

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Hope you liked it!

If you want a specific group in the next one you can write it in the comments.

Lots of love ✨❤️😁✨

[leafpool-loves-ashfur]

i already did this long ago (early TBC era i think?) and honestly idk who i got but Moonkitti posted a vid on this so i decided “why not”

here’s my supposed warrior cats favs from the Picker!

im sure if you asked me to list 42 of my favorite warrior cats characters i wouldnt pick half of the cats on this list bcus i forgot abt them or smth.... actually im gonna try that- 42 from memory w/o looking at the list above lmao:

Frostfur, Ashfur, Scourge, Thistleclaw, Bristlefrost, Frostpaw, Shadowsight, Rootspring, ghost!Bramblestar, Lightleap.... getting hard to think.... Spottedleaf? Willowpelt, Darkstripe, Swiftbreeze- Monkeystar (accidentally looked up lmao)- Sleekwhisker, Flipclaw (+Feather), Hollyleaf ig, Jayfeather too... uhh.... Duskfur, Berryheart, Curlfeather maybe... Ravenpaw sure, Brackenfur... Shellfur in Spotfur’s Rebellion, and I guess Stemleaf, Harestar, Tigerheartstar, Leafstar... background cats i just like for no reason: Willowclaw, Leafshade, Wrenflight (TBC), oh i do like Tree a bit, Turtlecrawl (+Kitescratch), Cloverfoot... five more so just- Hawkwing, Violetshine, Twigbranch, Finleap, aaaand Ivypool.

There! Not too different I suppose, mostly I was just grasping at straws lol. Every warrior cats character ever are all kind of just “I like them generally” to me, I don’t really have favorites. ‘Cept for the top row, and even then, I just mildly like them more.

Okay so! Explaining favorites below.

The red hearts mean I FOR SURE like them, and would 100% list them as favorites. The pink hearts mean I like a fanon/AU version of them more, but I still enjoy canon them generally. The yellow stars mean I would list them as my favorite leaders moreso than favorite characters, but I still like them as characters too. Also, Spotfur should be higher than Stemleaf- I’m not sure why the picker was so very eager to force him so high up for me XD I like him more as an extension of Spotfur and Bristlefrost’s stories than I do on his own. Turtlecrawl and Kitescratch are basically the same bully, but I do like Turtle a teensy bit more for no reason except that I hoped she’d redeem herself and be Root’s heteronormative love interest under the assumption that Bristlefrost was just a fleeting crush. And Snow the Sister!!! She straight up vanished from my selection, even tho I would have put her higher than Moonlight?? Maybe. Beetlewhisker should’ve also had a pink heart, as I have a hc ship of him and Redwillow for no reason lol. Similarly, Flipclaw and Feather are a duo for me, BUT, I do like Flipclaw more than Feather, since Flipclaw has more explored story and personality. Feather should be bottom row honestly. Whistlepaw too as she is also mostly only on there bcus I ship her and Frostpaw. Sunbeam also bottom row bcus i like her for the drama created around her only

here’s a reorganized version to fit the above better:

hmmm... it seems like I really like bad/complicated/bad-fate-befallen mothers lol. BT!Frostfur, Fanon!Willowpelt, Duskfur, Curlfeather, Berryheart, Millie, Dawnpelt, Blossomfall, and even Moonlight.

im not gonna bother explaining what/why i like each of these characters tho, but if any of you are like “WHAT?! HOW COULD YOU LIKE THISTLECLAW HE’S A PEDOPHILE??? HOW COULD YOU LIKE MILLIE BETTER THAN SILVERSTREAM??? SHE’S A HORRIBLE TERRIBLE ABLEIST MOTHER!” im gonna stab you with a fork

[somewhereinthepines]

hope, that it's not annoying to ask but will you ever write dar/salim (darlim) smut? i really love your take on them!

gee, it’s not annoying! not at all! i like questions, esp when they have to deal with otp. or like idk particular fic. or even general set up of games/media. so it’s never a bother, really! 

and well, i sure have some ideas for those two. one pwp fic is atm in stage of being a half-finished draft. by the look of it, they don’t have any proper smut by their name lol. so yeah, i have to fix it, clearly! dar & salim have a lot of these ‘typical’ dom/sub undertones. even mentality wise. and writing smth spice for them is challenging, bc their relationships are fairly complicated. messy, even. and i feel that out of all of my otps, they have the longest slow-burn imaginable. like, they knew one another for years, been so close, not even arm reach distance, and yet nothing happened lol. i think, it would be good to give them a chance to sort out at least this part of their dynamic. 

but ah, *makes a vague gesture* tbh, i can’t give any proper timeline of when i will finish/publish anything like that, sadly. i tend to hyperfixate on things, and then return to make a stab at smth ‘oldish’ from time to time, until it will eventually get finished. it’s kinda a bad trait of mine as an author. i have a piss poor focus. usually, i can only truly focus on a short story or 6, max 7 chapter thingy, when the fixation strikes. this the only way for me to keep that drive and not get distracted by smth else. like i might work on a big fic, and then see a ‘shiny’ (new idea/media/game/whatever else) and get distracted by it. i mean, if upcoming Devil In Me will give me smth to ponder on (which from that one scene in the demo just might), well, i already know what i will be doing on my days off, after i’ll watch the game, haha. i’m a monster, i know 

and oh, thank you! it means a lot when folks like my view of characters. this type of thing will always be hella individual for each person, so many things can ‘go wrong’, when you read smth. it tends to be hard to capture the ‘voice of character’, esp if you see or depict some of their actions in a slightly different light vs canon. but i always do try my best to keep them recognizable. tho naturally, with characters like dar & chris hackkett, there is way more freedom with where you can take them and their personality. they’re technically an npcs lol. but that has its own charm tbh. you can easily ‘adopt’ them, when you expand their characterization, so to speak. when i started writing ‘A Safe Bet’, it was just a way to combat writer block, and then kinda see what i can do with chris/ryan’s dynamic. i didn’t even hardcore shipped them at first, but as i started writing their lil story, i end up feeling, like they were the most natural pairing (for me) in the game. and from ‘i might ship it’ they became my quarry otp. 

anyhow, hope that you’ll be around, when i’ll post some dar/salim pwp stuff. and hopefully, it will make the waiting worth it, if you will still be interested in seeing fics about them!

[frogtanii]

Note: hi omg this was supposed to be sent such a long time ago when the haikyuu smau was still ongoing,, i thought froggie just didnt like it or smth then i sent the ask asking about whether or not they got it and it hit me ckkckcm ok anyway hope u like it

Cw: Panic attack, anxiety, intrusive thoughts (kinda), swearing, liberal use of italics

Bokuto let out a yawn as he stretched. What time is it? He thought to himself as he grabbed his phone. 4:47 am. That day he had fallen asleep way earlier than usual, at about 6 pm. He was exhausted, the fact that he had not been eating probably adding to that exhaustion. His gaze went down from the time on his phone screen to see some notifications from the Hype(r) House group chat. After swiping a couple of times the group chat opened. He wishes it hadn’t. He wishes he didn’t see those messages at that time.

The messages were nothing out of the ordinary, yet for some reason, Meiko’s flirting with Hajime hit him harder that moment. Maybe it was the fact that he was exhausted and starving, maybe it was the fact that his heart still clenches when thinking of his ex-lover. The I love you’s, the pet names, the invitations for cuddling. His sleepy eyes widened, his chest felt heavy, he could’ve sworn he was getting stabbed right then and there. How could he have been so stupid? Why is he such an idiot? Why did he fall for her like that? He loved her so much. She was his everything.

“I loved her, I loved her...” he silently kept repeating to himself as tears started rolling down his face. His chest is getting heavier by the moment, his stomach feels sick. He can’t breathe. At that moment he opened another group chat, he wasn’t sure which one it was, but he managed to type two simple messages:

‘It hurts’

‘I can’t breathe’

—

You let out a sigh as you turned off your laptop. You had finally finished editing some features for your streams. You got up from your chair. Thankfully your work desk was quite close to your bed so you didn’t waste time before throwing your body on the bed. Before drifting to sleep you decided to check your phone to see how your recent tweets had done. You picked up the phone from the nightstand and saw some notifications from your group chat with the boys, you didn’t pick up what the notifications said at first. You swiped and opened the group chat. Your eyes widened at the texts, quickly typing ‘Bo what’s going on???’ And sending the text. Your brain finally picked up at what you were actually meant to be doing. You rush out of your room right into Bokuto’s room only to find him trembling on his bed. You quickly approach and hug him. He hugs you back tightly, letting out choked sobs.

“Bo? What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He manages to choke out.

“Koutarou, what happened? Talk to me, Kou.” You quickly say, trying to keep the concern from showing on your voice.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to make you worried!” Guilt was choking him. First, he bullied you, now this? How horrible could he be?

“Koutarou. Talk to me. What happened?”

“How could I have been such an idiot, yn? Why am I so fucking dumb?” He sobbed between the words. “I... I loved her so much, she was my everything.”

“Bo.” You pulled away from the hug, looking at his eyes. “You are not an idiot, okay? She made you feel like this. This is how people like her work. It’s not your fault, okay? Okay?”

“If I was better, this wouldn’t have happened. If I was better she would’ve really loved me.” His tears and sobs weren’t getting any better. I’m making her feel even more guilty, I’m making her worried. Stop, stop, stop, stop. Fuck, fuck! He repeated to himself in his head.

“I...” he looked at your face, slightly calming down. “I don’t want this to go on any longer... I want these thoughts to stop, I want them to stop, yn!” He wiped his tears, which wasn’t doing much since more tears kept coming out.

“Koutarou!” You placed both your hands on his cheeks, making him look directly at you, “Listen to me, you will be fine. You are fine. It is not your fault. She did this to you. She did this to you.”

He froze for a moment, staring at your eyes. While doing so, he knew for a fact that you, yn, you were telling the truth. How could those eyes be lying?

He calmed down, tears stopping. All that was left now was his occasional sobs. You slowly put your hands down, making them hold his.

Kenma opened the door to find you two on the bed. He hadn’t slept that night either and had just finished a stream when he saw the messages on his phone and rushed to Bokuto’s room. He approached you two looked at Bokuto with concern. “Um, are you okay, dude?”

Bokuto manages to chuckle a little through the sobs. “Yeah, man... Thank you.”

“You should get some sleep, Bo.”

He stayed silent and nodded before laying down. You put a blanket over him, making a deal with yourself that you will not leave until you are sure he’s asleep and safe. He turned his back to you and Kenma, hoping that the feelings would go away from him as he drifted away but unfortunately they did not. The guilt and sadness stayed there, suffocating him. He closed his eyes and drifted off, hoping, praying, that he wouldn’t dream of the one who caused this in the first place.

[taechaos]

How would Textbook Love JK will react if Y/N did a break up prank?

incoming drabble (a lil angsty ngl) 🤧 i liked this idea too much owo

You pace in your dorm with phone in hand, lightly tapping it against your palm from a mix of emotions: excitement, impatience and anticipation. Jungkook should be here any minute.

Watching YouTube in your free time has proven to be bad for you because it gave you the idea to prank your boyfriend. After seeing a series of lyric pranks, you decided to give it a twist because Jungkook isn't big on texting. One text from you, however, made all hell break loose.

You: We need to talk

the love of my life ♡: what

the love of my life ♡: smth wrong?

the love of my life ♡: pick up your phone

the love of my life ♡: ????

the love of my life ♡: are you okay?

the love of my life ♡: call me if ur in danger

the love of my life ♡: im coming to ur dorm

Though you felt bad for panicking him, you couldn't exactly pick up the phone before he began spamming you. You stopped typing when you saw his last text and waited for him.

There's a pound on the door. Your eyes widen and you quickly adjust your attire before interrupting his raps.

Jungkook looks like he ran all the way here with the way he's panting and his hair is disheveled from the rush of the air when he came to your rescue. "You're okay," he relieves and puts a hand over his chest, where his heart pounds from the exercise.

"Come in."

His brows dance a little when he notices how nervous you are before entering the room. You shut the door and saunter over to your bed to sit, and he follows lead; cautiously.

"Did something happen?"

You collect your nerves and go over your dialogue in your head one last time – the one you practised in front of the mirror. You're giddy to see his reaction because everyone else seemed so in love by the end of it.

"You gonna start talking or am I going to have to read your mind?" He's growing nervous, but as usual, he covers his feelings by a mask of irritation: knitted brows and a small frown.

"I... I need to tell you something important, Jungkook," you divert your gaze to him timidly. You don't want to start laughing from stage fright. He nods at you to continue; he matches the serious look on your face, though a bit more realistically. "I want to break up."

You don't take your eyes off of him as he leans back and his frown deepens. The mask is wearing off by the parting of his lips and the movement of his eyes. He's like a fish out of the water: he's confused and doesn't know what to say.

He settles on a "huh?"

"I want to break up," you repeat and nibble on your lip. He does the same with his upper one and avoids your stare while contemplating his response, though it's no help when his mind is blank and his heart seems to have been stabbed.

"Why?" His tone is controlled, and the question sounds more like a demand; he shut down on you.

You've practised this lie a bunch of times, but the words seem to refuse to come out of your mouth. All you can muster is a mumble mess, "I-I don't... uh, love... you, err, anymore."

There's no reaction, and you think he didn't catch it until you see the gloss in his eyes. The mimics in his face give nothing away, but he can't hide the windows to the soul. He's hurt, but you can't tell what he's feeling exactly when he does that annoyed habit – poking his inner cheek with his tongue.

"You don't love me anymore," he nods to himself. "Right. Okay." He clears his throat before standing up. You slowly stand with him as he walks to the exit. Just as you're about to stop him when he opens the door, he slams it shut and stomps back to you.

"You don't love me anymore, huh?" He's not hiding his reaction now; you can read his anger just from his flushed cheeks. "Is that right?"

"Hey–"

"Is that fucking right?! You don't feel anything for me?" He's seething at you and your intertwined fingers tremble under his glare. "Why? What happened? What the fuck did I do this time?"

He's too close to you; you can't lie in this position. "It was just..." Would he kill you if you told him the truth?

"What?" he shakes your shoulders. "Just what?"

"A prank." You screw your eyes shut in fear of his next reaction. He's intimidating you with only his eyes, but you know—hope—he wouldn't hurt you. His hands slide off your shoulders as he takes a step back.

You peek an eye open just as he says, "You think this is funny?"

"I-I thought people enjoyed this kind of thing– I saw other couples do it! I thought it'd be fun, I'm so sorry." Your eyes tear up too, but you can't hold them back like he does. It doesn't take long for them to stream down your face. They were waiting on your lashline the moment you saw his.

He scoffs and shakes his head at you. "I'm having the time of my fucking life," he sarcastically says with a bitter smile, "maybe I should do the same to you. I'm sure you'd laugh your fucking heart out."

"No, no," you weakly hold onto his shirt, "I'm sorry, I'll never do it again. Please forgive me, I was stupid and I never meant to hurt you."

"What the fuck were you expecting?" he asks in disbelief. "Relieved that I got rid of you? Happy that I wasn't stuck with you anymore? What?!"

"I don't know," you sob, "I just– I don't know!"

He tries to get your hands off of him, but your grip tightens in protest and you cry into his shirt. You hear him sigh, a rather pissed one, before his hand reaches up to pet your hair.

"Stop crying."

"I can't," you snivel, "you're upset and it's all my fault."

His other hand rubs your back soothingly and he finds humour in the ironic situation; how come you're the one crying when you just told him the one thing he'd never want to hear in his lifetime?

"Pull a stunt like that again, and then we'll have a problem. We're okay baby," he assures before pecking the top of your head tucked under his chin.

"I'll always hold you to that one promise you made, the one about never leaving me. Break that promise, and I won't be this nice."

You only sniffle in response.

[atelier-dayz]

"I wish you would write a fic where": same age jangobi au, where bby jango is at the Coruscant temple for Some™️ reason (is he force sensitive? is jaster being hired to help out with smth? did bby jango slip away from jaster on a job and sneak into the temple just because his buir told him it'd be a bad idea?)

I already yelled at you about how much I love this prompt but AAAAAAH!!! Thank you for the prompt, CJ <3 I hope you like it!

Jango waits until everyone is preoccupied talking before taking the chance to slip out of the room. 

The meeting is important, he knows, but he's ten so it's not like he has an actual part in the talks. He has decided he could better spend his time exploring the temple. After all, he and Jas'buir are the first Mandalorians to set foot in the Jedi's temple in centuries.

Mandalorians and Jedi have been enemies for...ages, but recently there have been darjetiise poking around Mandalorian business, and if it's a choice between Jedi and darjetiise, history and good reason tell them to throw their lot in with Jedi. Less likely to get stabbed in the back, less likely for the galaxy to burn to the ground, Jas'buir says. 

So far, the Jedi Jango have met have been...nice. At first, surprised that he and Jas'buir are there, but then friendly. One of them, a Kel Dor, even slips him cinnamon candy.

The Jedi, he thinks, will be good allies against whatever the darjetiise are planning. But they have been cooped up in meeting rooms all day, and he wants to see more of the Temple. 

So he takes careful note of what room Jas’buir and the others are in and then sets off down the hall, back the way they’d come earlier. 

It takes him a bit, and a couple wrong turns, but he makes it back down to the great hallway off the temple entrance, and he takes a moment to just stare up at the tall columns and statues and vaulted ceilings. There's art all over the walls -- painted scrolls and tapestries and even intricate designs of curved lines and circles carved into the very stone. It's so pretty.

From the ways some of the others had grumbled about the Jedi, he hadn't expected their temple to be so pretty.

None of the Jedi he passes give him any trouble either, just a warm smile -- if their species is capable of it.

A soft bell tolls, marking the hour after he's wandered for a while. A few moments later, he has to shuffle up against the walls of the hallways as kids -- Jedi foundlings -- spill out into the halls. They chatter away about this or that in all kinds of languages. He keeps out of the way, and they pass him with little more than a curious look or a bright smile.

Eventually, all the kids disappear into different rooms or hallways, and he's able to walk freely again. He doesn’t linger anywhere for too long, still afraid someone might stop him and get him in trouble. He sticks mostly to the hallways, though he does peek into some of the open empty rooms he comes across -- classrooms, meditation rooms, and training rooms. Jas’buir had once mentioned the Jedi has a massive library, and Jango wonders if he’ll stumble upon it eventually. 

He’s made it onto another level, when someone says from behind him, “Hey, you shouldn’t be here.”

He spins around, hackles raised and ready to argue --

Then he blinks and stares, realizing that they hadn’t been talking to him. 

There’s a Jedi kid about his size on their hands and knees with their head stuck in the nook behind a statue. 

“Come on now, come on,” the kid is saying with a soft, lilting voice -- a voice someone might use on a small animal, actually. “How did you even get all the way here? Let me take you back home. Come on now.” The kid manages to squeeze into the nook, grabbing something, and then crawls out backwards until they can stand.

Jango finds himself staring at a human kid around his age, with blue-green eyes like the ocean, pale skin dotted with freckles, and red hair -- red hair that shines gold in the sunlight. 

“Nau’yc [1],” Jango says without meaning to, and then tries hard not to blush as the kid realizes he’s there. He belatedly realizes they’re holding a tiny baby tooka, tucking it securely against their chest as if it will run off -- though it looks to him like the tooka is perfectly content in their arms now.

“What?” asks the kid. 

“Nothing!” Jango says. “I mean--hello.”

“Hello,” the kid replies with a questioning tilt of their head. “You’re a visitor, aren’t you?”

Jango nods. “I’m Jango,” he introduces himself. “I go by he and him.”

“Oh welcome! I’m Obi-wan. And same!” the kid says with a smile. And then he  blinks, looking down at Jango’s feet and then his wrists for a moment, as if just noticing Jango’s armored boots and gauntlets. “Wait--” He glances around before asking in a whisper, “Are you one of the Mandalorians visiting?”

Jango frowns, not sure what he’s implying with that. “Yes, why?” Then he adds, “And how do you know about that? It’s supposed to be a secret.” 

Obi-wan huffs a laugh. “Well yeah, but of course if it’s supposed to be a secret, everyone knows about it,” he says. “It’s okay though, it won’t leave the Order.”

Jedi are, apparently, ridiculous gossips.

“And I don’t mean to...mean anything bad by asking,” Obi-wan continues. “I just thought you would all be meeting with the Council.” 

Jango wrinkles his nose at that. “It was boring,” he says. “I was just sitting in a corner all day.”

“So you snuck out,” Obi-wan says with a nod as if that’s what he would have done too. “Have you been exploring the temple?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you been to the Room of a Thousand Fountains yet?” 

“The Room of what?” Jango asks, his mind boggling at the idea of a thousand fountains. The temple is huge, but still.

Obi-wan’s eyes brighten as his grin widens. “The Room of a Thousand Fountains! It’s our greenhouse and biggest meditation garden -- well, gardens, actually. It’s also…” He lifts up the baby tooka, and the tooka meows cutely at Jango before Obi-wan cuddles it close again. “...where the tookas live. I’m going to take this little one back there, so want to come with me?”

Jango nods, because of course he does. 

Which is how he ends up spending the rest of the day exploring the Room of a Thousand Fountains -- which is huge and pretty and really does have a thousand fountains -- with Obi-wan. 

They both get in trouble when the adults finally catch up with them, but that isn’t important. What is important is their plan to meet up the next day to visit the Jedi Archives and the training dojos. 

Jango just doesn’t get why Jas’buir keeps smiling at him like there’s a joke he isn’t telling, but whatever. Adults are just weird sometimes.

Notes: [1] Nau’yc - directly translates as ���illuminous’ or ‘shiny’. However, I’ve decided (for this AU at least) that since there isn’t an existing word for ‘pretty’, the Mando’ade call things (and occasionally people) that are pretty ‘shiny.’ :D

I’m sorry if the ending’s awkward, I couldn’t figure out the best way to end this alkdfja

[azucanela]

being sokka’s s/o would include hcs?

BEING SOKKA’S S/O HEADCANNONS [GENDER NEUTRAL!READER]

being zuko’s s/o headcannons | being korra’s s/o headcannons

SUMMARY: being sokka’s s/o from the confession to the marriage

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

WARNINGS: mild lok spoiler, fluff, kissing, do these count as warnings, yeah this is pretty pg man, blood, stab wound, sokka being sokka

A/N: im sick and dying h e l p, but also interact with me im lonely, become and elusive anon idc <3 also wow i have 500 followers??? idk why you all followed me?? but thanks?? hi??

getting into the relationship

oh god 

i see him with a friends to lovers thing where he either flirts with you from the moment he meets you or progressively begins to fall for you and is far to flustered to flirt because woah there why are you so beautiful

if its the former, then he’s probably gonna be ‘joking’ for the most part and you know this, so you two are just playfully flirting all the time until one day he realizes that he wants this to be REAL and panics 

when you flirt the first time he’s flustered, because he’s really just not used to the same level of forwardness that he has himself, but after a while Sokka is gonna get used to it and he’ll just roll with it

but when he realizes he wants more? he’s gonna be flustered all over again, and he’s probably gonna flirt with you signifigantly less, which is gonna cause you to confront him, much to his dismay, because oh no he’s alone with you-

“oh! haha.. hey y/n. yeah i need to go sharpen my boomerang-”

“sokka that’s not something you can do.”

when you confront him, he’s probably gonna be honest with you and tell you how he feels because he really cares for you and just wants you to calm down because no he does n o t hate you

“do you hate me or something now?”

“uh.. it’s the opposite actually you see-”

if its the latter, he’s gonna go from really calm and chill around you, because of the friendly vibes and such like cracking jokes and such, to a complete and utter mess

you two are really close as friends and that isn’t something he wants to mess up but he’s definitely gonna confess at some point because he’s not one to bottle his emotions up and hates how weird things are between the two of you now that he’s realized he likes you

in general i see sokka as a mess around whoever he likes, until he comes to terms with the fact that he likes them, and this likely won’t take long, he’s pretty in tune with his emotions

he’s not gonna wanna ask you out at first, in all honesty, i see sokka’s whole confidence thing as a facade, because in actuality he has really low self esteem and genuinely sees himself as the “extra” member of team avatar because he lacks bending and everyone around him is so talented that he sometimes forgets he is literally super smart and makes all the plans that save their lives on the daily

just things you are too good for him, especially if you are a bender

if you start hinting that you like him too, he is initially gonna think it is a joke until you start getting bold and then it’s gonna hit him like everyone hits the cabbage man’s cart

i can see either of you confessing first, if Sokka does, he’s probably gonna be really bashful and flustered about it, but he’s also gonna try and act cool because thats like his trademark

if you confess first, he’s gonna be in shock temporarily, but then he’s gonna jump right into things because you like him BACK omgomgomgomg 

he’s gonna wanna kiss you right after the confession, and it’ll probably backfire because he got really excited and ended up headbutting you and now you have a bruise forming on your head and a very apologetic sokka oops

in general, quickly recognizes his feelings and confesses shortly after, because he just hates the weird tension even if he thinks he’s the only one feeling it, even though hes NOT

during the relationship

so

a really attentive boyfriend, you will never feel neglected, he’s a very clingy person who gets intimate with you all the time, so if you like affection you got it

kissing him is nice, he’s good at it 10/10 recommend, always wants to hold you as close as possible, prefers a hand on your hip/lowerback and another on your face or neck to pull you closer

if you don’t like affection, he’ll express his love in other ways

for example, cooking, i see sokka as someone who can either cook REALLY well, or not at all. there is no in between. 

genuinely just really wants to make you happy

the type to bully you if you’re in a relationship, pls bully him back, humble this man. he’s gonna roast you but he doesn’t really mean it okay, he’s just doesn’t want things to change between you

loves that his best friend is his lover, would not want it any other way

probably forgets to tell the gaang you are dating and like aang and toph are gonna catch you two kissing or smth and sokka’s just gonna be like oh hey guys and they are both like ???

"when did this happen?”

“wym lol”

if you two are together during the war, he’s gonna wanna be by your side like 24/7 because he does not want you to die, like this lowkey stresses him so much that he will subconsciously, when developing battle plans either put you in the safest possible spot or by his side, and its because he has literally lost so many people he’s care for and now he’s distressed

remind him that he matters and is important to the team, because he forget that sometimes and falls into a mood, where he’s all sad and stuff and it just makes you sad so like

tell him he matters, because he does, tell him he’s great even if he can’t bend, and tell him he is a fantastic and brilliant leader, this will serve as an ego boost though so be prepared to humble him

steal his hair ties and do all of us a favor okay, just steal them, burn them because no littering, just make sure he cannot find them! he will walk around with his hair down in confusion, searching for them before he starts the day

speaking of starting the day, you always wake up first, this man is not a morning person and needs his beauty sleep, definitely have a 17 step skin care routine, change my mind, he is big on self care and will make sure you participate with him because he cares about you

speaking of care he knows you so well since you are his s/o so if he notices something is up he will not hesitate to confront you, and will ask if you want solutions or just someone to listen to

prefers solving the problem though

back to mornings, um have fun waking up to sokka with his hair down that sounds HEAVENLY um

mild lok spoilers but sokka ends up chief, and gets involved in politics over time, so he kinda runs out of time for you a bit until he figures out how to organize his time better, then he gets kinda sad, but he still wants to take you out on dates as often as possible ok no more spoilers

so speaking of dates, sokka wants weekly dates, this is a must, does not care if it is a fancy restaurant, cooking at home, or a picnic. he loves picnics most though, and please notice how food is the common factor here

sokka would never cheat on you but if he did he would cheat with food

arguments aren’t rare, but they are mostly over dumb stuff and you both know its dumb stuff so for the most part its a joke, but sometimes someone takes things too far so then apologies are necessary

like actual argument arguments are mostly rare because sokka doesn’t wanna pick fights with you and he’s fairly passive unless he feels really strongly about something

he can be REALLY MEAN THOUGH AND PETTY like wow sokka will go days without talking to you because of a fight

he can and will apologize first when he realizes the toll its taking on your relationship, probably will apologize first

if you catch him being a misogynist put him in his place :)

 he thinks you are hot when you are angry and might pick a fight with you just for that reason, pls make out with him

marriage n’ stuff

im still waiting for someone to explain what weddings are like guys please

anyways he’s gonna realize he wants to marry you when he nearly dies and is like wow life is really short also lets discuss him losing all the important people he’s loved in his life one more time, he does not want to lose you!!!

ever!!!

so he’s gonna nearly die and then be like i need to propose, like now, i cannot die without being married to the literal love of my life so i should do that literally the moment i get home instead of getting medical attention first

yeah he is the smart one, but he lacks common sense, so i hope you got a LOT of common sense. y’all do be sharing a braincell

stops by a ring shop place, and the moment he just feels like he saw the one, price does NOT matter he has purchased it and is now heading home to you

you on the other hand are PANICKING because what do you mean sokka just ran out of the hospital with no explanation and is nowhere to be found katara

what do you mean you thought he would be h e r e

yes katara went over to your house to see if sokka was there and he is not!!!

yet ;)

there is like a manhunt for sokka and he has yet to notice because mans has tunnel vision and as he opens the door to your shared apartment he does not expect to see a crying katara and oh no-

“SOKKA! YOU’RE NOT DEAD?!”

hes like of course im not dead what the hell

you’re seated standing next to Katara trying to console her when you see sokka and wow you are relieved to see he is not dead or kidnapped

“SOKKA DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW WORRIED I WAS-”

lol he’s kissing you to shut you up how cute, now leave katara you are infringing on an extremely pivotal moment of this relationship

honestly seeing you comforting his sister just makes him love you more and he kinda just wants to marry you 10x more now 

you pull away from the kiss looking at him like what are you doing, and katara is like, “Sokka where the hell were you??? you have a stab wound???” and now you’re like WOAHWOAHWOAHWOAHWOAH

“stabbed? sokka you need medical attention-”

“to answer your question dear sister, i was getting a ring for your hopefully soon to be sister in law.”

“EXCUSE ME?” you are so confused, katara is confused and is now realizing that she was probably not supposed to be here

sokka is already dropping down onto one knee and pulling out the just bought ring as saying, “marry me!” now he’s high on adrenaline and pain has yet to hit him and he’s kinda just sitting there beaming up at you despite the blood seeping out of him at a rapid rate

“im sorry what?” thats katara girl be quiet they are trying to have a MOMENT

anyways you’re like, “sokka. hospital.”

and he’s like, “answer me first” and he’s giving you a weak lil smile as he realizes how stupid he was and he’s about to stand back up but you put a hand on his shoulder and just nod.

now he’s back to beaming so brightly, and he’s putting the ring on your finger and oh no- he’s passed out. is it from excitement or bloodloss? idk

he also might pass out before hearing you answer and then at the hospital you’re kinda sitting there like, “ARE YOU DUMB STUPID OR DUMB. YOU COULD HAVE DIED.”

and he’s like, “not without hearing your answer” <3<3 heart eyes emojis everywhere

alternatively, he is one of few people i could see having a public proposal, with lots of flowers, a band, fireworks, the whole nine yards

he’s gonna want it flashy

something probably goes wrong and he nearly cries but you say yes anyways and he throws a party after

anyways the actual wedding is preferably public, but if you want a more private one then he does what you want because he loves you most

he is gonna be very active in wedding planning, wants to try the foods and desserts and appetizers and everything especially. wants to do the weird stuff like picking napkins with you and flower arrangements and all that stuff i think this happens idk someone please inform me

this stuff just makes him fall in love with you more tbh, and he’s just so so sure he wants to marry you 

his vows will make HIM cry, like he is going to cry when he sees you walk down the aisle, he’s going to cry when he reads his own vows, and he’s going to cry when you read your vows, it doesn’t matter if they are lowkey bad

makes jokes in his vows because he is a nerd but can barely reach the punchline because he is in tears

fr though he is just so happy to be marrying you and wow you look REALLY GOOD in whatever you are wearing um damn okay you really went off

married life with sokka is elite ngl, mans cooks for you, he probably cleans sometimes, but otherwise chores are fairly divided 

he spoils you

overall sokka is a real great s/o and he gives you everything you deserve and yeah marry sokka 2020 everyone deserves a sokka 

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[fallingappleshurt]

im in the mood for angst, so for your dff au, could you please writing a one shot or smth along those lines of techno coming home from a particularly tough duel and everybody else’s reactions? ty!!! <33

YES HELLO I WRITE

Yes Hello I’m a writer and I forgot about asks but here we go!! I’m sorry this took so long and that it’s really bad but here it is!

This is very poorly edited I’m so sorry lol, this takes place in my dff AU! It’s spunky

And it’s been awhile since I’ve written for this AU so things are a little weird, kind of missed the angst but I got ideas don’t worry

TW: violence, fighting, description of injury but nothing too graphic I think

Dicey Nights

Sword in hand, solid stance, deep breath. He could do this.

Techno tapped his foot anxious against the cement floor, waiting for his opponent to climb over the ropes and enter the arena. The air was thick and hot from the muggy night’s humidity and the crowds incessantly loud cheering. The arena was dimly lit around the stans, all light coming from a giant overhead, casting grimmy light over the blood splatters that stained the rough concrete.

His opponent entered the ring, eyes flashing in the light, lips quirked up in a barely perceptible grin. Techno’s anxiety shot from his stomach to his heart, this man was like a tank, tall with bulky limbs and long flat sword.

Techno pushed his worries away, he had taken on opponents bigger then himself before, just not that big, but they needed the money, he had to win this.

They both walked to the middle of the platform, shook hands, the other man gripping too tightly to be friendly, then they turned and walked back to their starting places.

The buzzer sounded and the man shot forwards, sword swinging in an arch, Techno’s sword clashed with his, metal screeching pierced the air as the man tried to overpower Techno, putting his weight on the sword.

Techno kicked him in the knee, the man sputtered and slipped, allowing Techno to dodge to the side then ram into the man, sending him to the ground. He moved to slash his sword at the man’s neck and fake out the audience then the duel finished, quick and easy if the man stayed down for the three count.

Suddenly the man lashed out and landed a kick square into Techno chest, sending him reeling. Techno scrambled to his feet, stifling a groan. His ribs protesting vehemently, sending shockwaves of fire through his chest, he watched as the other man rolled back onto his feet.

The man, Techno heard the crowd cheering ‘Go Thrasher!’, ran at him again, opting to not overpower him but overwhelm him, he swung wildly, he obviously never had any training.

Techno took the defensive, slash, stab, dodge, block, kick back, and repete, analyzing Thrasher’s fighting style, his patterns and goto movements. Once he memorized the motions he switched to offense, changing his own patterns as well, quick slashes and jabs, forcing Thrasher back, Techno would kick at the man’s legs then go back to swinging.

In a ditch effort Thrasher whipped his sword around only for Techno to kick it out of his hands, sending it flying. Techno slammed into the man once again, taking advantage of his distraction, and knocked him to the ground.

He pointed his sword at the man’s neck, looking down the blade at Thrasher, the crowd around him screaming, “Go Blade go!” He tried to keep his face emotionless, waiting for the announcer to call it off.

Thrasher wasn’t giving up, he kicked at Techno again, who half dodged half stumbled away. Thrasher moved faster then Techno had even seen, Techno lashed out, slicing his arm but it didn’t faze Thrasher. Rage blazing in his eyes he jumped on Techno and knocked him to the ground, half pinning him, a knee on one of Techno’s arms, knocking his sword away.

Thrasher punched him across the face, Techno’s head jerked to the side, pain flaring in his face, nausea rising in his gut as the man reared back and hit him again and again.

Techno weakly grabbed for his sword but came up short, his vision was blurring, hot blood dripped down his face, matting his hair. In a last ditch effort, he threw a punch, aiming for Thrasher's throat, he hit his target dead on and hard.

Thrasher gasped and faltered, his grip loosen and Techno took his chance. He yanked himself away and sent another kick to the man's chest, scrambling towards his sword.

He didn’t know what he was doing, he couldn’t win this, the adrenaline would wear off soon and he’d lose, he wouldn’t be able to fight after this, he’d have to go home empty handed. That thought alone made him feel even more sick.

Thrasher rose to his feet, breathing heavily, Techno got into a weak stance, prepared to go down fighting. You weren’t allowed to kill in the duels but Techno was scared Thrasher would chuck those rules out the window. Thrasher’s fists were clenched, cracked and bloody at his sides, fire in his eyes, he let out a roar. Techno’s grip on his sword tightened and he prepared to swing-

The buzzer sounded.

The fight lasted 10 minutes, the announcer called it a draw. The audience booed and complained as Techno went to shake hands with Thrasher.

Thrasher looked at Techno’s hand in disgust before slapping it away, “You fight dirty, freak.” He growled, Techno scowled but bit his tongue and flipped Thrasher off and stalked off as dignified as he could with the room spinning like a toy top.

He grabbed a bottle of water from the sidelines and chugged it when one of the organizers threw a small pouch at him.

“You’re off your game,” The women commented lazily, not looking up from her clipboard, “I expected better.”

“Then you hop on in there,” Techno grumbled, not making eye contact as he pocketed the pouch, he sheathed his sword.

“I’d rather die,” She said, eyes flickering up from the page, “Just like you almost did.”

Techno snorted, “Please,” He said, shouldering his bag and walking towards the bathrooms, “I neva die.”

He somehow managed to get to the bathroom without collapsing, he pushed open the door and stumbled over to the sinks. He gripped the edge tightly, waiting for the room to stop spinning, he looked up at the mirror and realized he was fucked.

There was a gross cut on his hairline, trickling blood down his face, the right side of his face was covered in blooming bruises, blood from his nose smeared down his chin, he looked like a mess.

He felt like a mess.

Techno grabbed a paper towel and ran it under the faucet then scrubbed it against down his chin and along his hairline, ignoring the sting. He dried his face off then filled up his water bottle, dreading the fact that he couldn’t hide this from his family. He hoped to get home before Wilbur or Tommy woke up, he knew he couldn’t avoid Phil, he got up extra early to be able to commute to work.

Techno started home, not bothering to stay for any other duels, he wouldn’t be able to win, not in the state he was in anyways. He squeezed past the security guards and tried not to fall while walking, the trip home only should have been around forty minutes but between his slow pace and stopping to take breaks so he wouldn’t pass out it took him over 2 hours to get back.

The rusty metal stair squeaked as Techno climbed them, they groaned as he put his weight on the railing, god he wanted to lay down.

He unlocked the door, trying to push it open as quietly as possible, of course the door made that impossible as it creaked loudly.

The door cast a shadow on the soft light coming from the kitchen, Techno could hear dishes clicking quietly.

“Hey Tech,” Phil said, as Techno locked the door again, “You’re back later then usual-” He stopped, staring at Techno’s face, Techno immediately put his hands up, “Now I know what you’re thinking but let me just say; it’s not that bad.”

“Sit,” Phil said, setting his coffee cup down, Techno rolled his eyes, but sat down anyways. “Yeah I saw that coming,”

“Please tell me the other guys looks worse,” Phil prodded at the bruises on Techno’s face, Techno shrugged.

“Please tell me you didn’t get your face fucked up for nothing,”

“I hope? I mean I got a few good hits in, oh that reminds me,” Techno leaned over, rummaging through his bag for money pouch,

He immediately regretted it because it made the room spin again. He grumbled but found the pouch and tossed it on the table.

”It’s not a lot but it’s something,” Techno trailed off, he could have stayed longer, fought harder, been more useful but a few bruises sent him running back home. “I can go back tomorrow, get us more-”

“What? You’re not going back, you look like shit!” Phil said incredulously, checking the cut along his hairline,

“But we need the money,”

“We’ll get by,” Phil’s eyes narrowed, mouth in a tight line.

“That’s a lie-”

“No it’s not,”

“Phil I’m not stupid we need more and I can go back, tonight was just an off, when I go back I can get us more-”

“You’re not going back!” Phil said firmly, “You’ll get hurt again-”

“It’ll be worth it-”

“No! It’s not! Nothing is worth you getting this hurt!” Phil snapped, he took a breath, shoulders slumping. “I’m sorry it’s- it’s just not worth it, you need to be okay too, you deserve to be okay.”

Techno sat there, not sure what to say. Phil looked at the clock and swore under his breath, “Shit, I’m gonna be late,” He grabbed his coat, “I’ll see you later, take it easy, alright?” Techno nodded as Phil walked out the door.

He sits there for a minute, not sure what to do, he wants to sleep for 45 hours but he is also hungry. He opted to grab a banana when he hears Wilbur yell from the other room;

“Tommy brush your hair!” The bedroom door opened, “No! It looks fine!” He didn’t notice Techno as he walked into the bathroom, Wilbur followed him out a moment later.

“Hey Wil,”

“Hey Tech, you're up earlier and oh my god are you okay?” He trailed off to the next point, gesturing gingerly at Techno’s face.

“Yes, I’m fine, I promise,” Techno said again, putting his hands up and rolling his eyes. Wilbur nodded, they stood there for a moment before Wilbur asked;

“Did Phil flip out?”

“Oh yeah definitely,”

“Well, at least something’s normal,” Techno snorted.

“Hey Wilbur, we’re low on toothpaste again-” Tommy said, coming out of the bathroom, he looked at Techno and trailed off.

“Uh, Techno, You’ve got a little something,” Tommy gestured to his own face, hand hovering over the whole right side, “on your face, like everywhere.”

Techno snorted and smiled softly, “Thanks for telling me nerd,”

“What happened?”

“Not important,” Techno said, grabbing an orange from their fruit bowl, tossing it at Tommy, who caught it with ease, “What is important is that you’re gonna be late for school, now get going.” He hadn’t told Tommy about the arena fights, he didn’t know how Tommy would react and he didn’t want to encourage it or risk it.

“No I’m not, you’re just avoiding the question!” Tommy protested, jamming his finger into the skin of the orange.

“You sure about that?” Techno nodded to the clock on the wall, 7:06.

“Oh shit, I gotta go,” Tommy said, Wilbur slapped the back of his head, “Language,”

“What come on! You say it all the time!”

“Yeah cause I’m older then you, now grab your shit,”

“Now you're just rubbing it in!” Tommy said, grabbing his backpack off the hook by the door.

“You’re right, now let’s go, I’ll walk to you,” Wilbur stopped in the doorway, Techno could hear the creaks of the stairs as Tommy jumped down. Wilbur looked at Techno, eyes soft.

“Go to sleep Tech, you look like you need it,”

“Well I was going to but now that you said that, I think I’ll stay up,” He teased, Wilbur rolled his eyes.

“If you aren’t asleep by the time I get back I will crush you,”

“I’d like to see you try,” Techno shot back as Wilbur closed the door, locking it.

The banana forgotten and set back on the counter, Techno slipped his shoes and laid down, hoping the others wouldn’t worry too much, he fell asleep almost immediately.

[ayzrules]

✶ 𝐇𝐗𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒: 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 & 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 & 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   Long story short, I have been thinking about this for wayyyyy too long now and wanted to get some ~thoughts~ & analysis written down! This post is going to be...fairly long, lol. Apologies in advance :D

  Also, if you can’t see the last gif (the one for ‘holy’), click here. Tumblr keeps fucking up the image when i try to upload it :////

  This post is probably going to be about 2/3 yorknew & phantom troupe/kurapika focused, 1/3 chimera ants, maybe with some references to other arcs (including manga-only arcs) mixed in. so, ofc, tons of spoilers ahead! also, i realize that my blog theme is hard to read (and i’m p sure clicking ‘keep reading’ sends you to the og post itself), so i’m linking the post w/ full text copy/pasted in on my art backup side blog (which has a more legible font) here. 

✶ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇   I’m sure absolutely nobody is surprised with me starting here - there is just. SO. MUCH. DEATH. in hxh. & right from the start, one thing I noticed that togashi really emphasized was the #4 and its connection to death. in japanese, chinese, and im p sure some other asian cultures the number 4 is pronounced like the word for death so it’s associated with death in general, and boy oh boy does the ‘deadly number 4′ thing show up E V E R Y W H E R E. we get to the hunter exam, and hisoka is applicant #44. kurapika is #404. i didn’t notice it at first, but this was so intentional holy shit. togashi is NOT SUBTLE.

  So pika & hisoka are, right off the bat, associated with death. okay. and then there are even more clues to drive the point home: hisoka is member #4 in the phantom troupe, kurapika’s birthday is april 4th (aka 4/4). 100% not a coincidence (!!). with hisoka, it’s pretty obvious why togashi’s throwing all this death 444444 stuff around - dude is a psycho murder pedo clown, literally gets off on killing people (and there’s also the fact that judas sits 4th from the left in the last supper painting, and he’s sort of the judas equivalent for the phantom troupe). with kurapika, though, it’s a bit more subtle and woven deeper into his characterization, which i LOVE. togashi puts the mans in blue & gold & white (traditionally ‘pure’ or ‘heavenly’ colors), makes him so fucking kind & so good-hearted.....when he’s not relentlessly pursuing his revenge, ofc. more on this in the next section, but pika = death. togashi has made that v v v clear.

  Backtracking a bit to hisoka, though, I also just wanted to point out the 4 is death symbolism in the fortunes too (GOD i love the fortunes): in one translation, he’s the false fourth moon, and in the og japanese (i think), he’s the false hare (4th in the lunar zodiac or w/e it’s called. i don’t know the japanese cultural influences here, but in the chinese legend that established the zodiac animals, they race across the heavenly river & the top 12 animals got zodiac slots. the hare finished 4th, so it’s #4 in the cycle). 

  And just as a final note, Tserriednich is the fourth prince of the kakin empire, and also another dude who has a hard-on for murder & other gory shit. again: togashi is not subtle with this, lmfao

✶ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘, 𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘   As probably everyone who’s gotten to yorknew knows, togashi is so 0 fucks given when he wants to be. I mean there’s the whole thing where he just. took New York and decided, Yorknew. LMFAO, but also, he made the main antag of that arc be named chrollo lucilfer, sit around in a ruined church, have a reversed cross coat, pale & dark-haired/dark-eyed, generally dressed in dark colors, very terrible murder guy. liiiike......chrollo x devil symbolism game is 1000/10 at this point lmaooo

  And i know absolutely nothing about christianity in general, but pt/kurapika & yorknew arc is just so full of christian imagery/symbolism! one thing that i L O O O O O O V E though is how togashi really blurs the traditional christian-coded good/evil, holy/damned boundaries.

  Back to kurapika: he wears gold and blue, his coloring is very stereotypically ‘angelic’, he’s precious and good and kind. his chains are all about ~judgment~ and ~healing~ - some of the chains are also in literal cross shapes, aren’t they? And the chain dagger in his own heart...the imagery is very startlingly similar to the immaculate heart of mary, where the swords stabbing thru the heart apparently represent seven sorrows. IDK much about this stuff other than the visual similarities; literally had to google ‘daggers through heart christianity?’ to even get the name of that thing LOL. anyway, at first, it seems like togashi establishes him as the ‘angel’, the ‘good’, the ‘holy’ in the angel/devil, good/evil, holy/damned dichotomy between him and chrollo.

  But that’s not the end of the story. his entire storyline is driven by a huuuuuuuge giant desire for vengeance, first of all, and then there’s the scarlet eyes, which canonically are seen as demonic/cursed/what have you (according to one of the movies or smth? where they show pika as a 10 y/o?), and then we also have red eyes in modern culture being associated w pretty much the same thing (vampires, anyone?). the fight scene with uvo has everything in b&w besides the blood on his face & his red eyes & the moon (<<< more fortune foreshadowing & symbolism, i love to see it), and there are tonssss of scenes where he has to suppress his rage. so all of that is obviously not very angelic of him i would say LOL. in fact, what i find super interesting is that the scarlet/red eyes (which are ‘demonic’) is actually the driving factor behind his super powerful nen abilities; this ties in so well with the fortunes & death associations imo! the fortunes call him the ‘death-bringer’ in one translation, or ‘half-angel, half-death’, so that’s one side of pika = red eyes = death, but there’s also the fact that emperor time is literally draining his life force. so pika = death for both himself and others namely the pt, question mark?

  Now for chrollo: togashi’s devil symbolism is EXTREMELY overt with him, but i love the subtler jesus references too. the church thing, obviously, and the st. peters cross which is cuz st peter respected jesus too much & didn’t think he was worthy to die in the same way as him (or something like that, i am the most atheist person in the world & hxh is literally my entire christian education pls) but is also used as an anti-christianity symbol these days. bandit’s secret looks like a bible, lbr, and mans has a cross tattoo.

  Other things beyond visuals - 12 spiders, 12 apostles; hisoka’s betrayal, where member #4 can be thought to correspond to judas sitting 4th from left at last supper. and this miiiiight be a bit of a stretch, but i think the meteor city being the place of origin may also play into the blurred line between angel/devil and holy/damned here; meteors are defined as space rocks that are in earth’s atmosphere, becoming incandescent in the process. meteorites are for the kinds that actually reach the ground. and idk, lucifer was cast out of heaven / sky too right? so i think there might be some subtle fallen angel imagery/symbolism playing into the pt as well

✶ 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 (𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒)   Last section yay! i don’t have as much to say about this, besides when i was making chimera ant arc edits & realized that there might have been some subtle gon/meruem parallels???

  So obviously, everyone knows that line killua says to gon - “you are light” - and then i was just remembering that meruem’s name means.... “light that illuminates all” (!!!!). maybe it’s a coincidence, but knowing togashi, i’m leaning towards nahhhh. there HAS TO be some kinda meaning there (!!).

  Going back to the events of the chimera ant arc....ooh boy. let’s see: gon is optimistic & hopeful even in the face of kite potentially being dead, killua says he’s light, they find kite & dude is fucked up, gon is pissed. gets all angry & ~dark~, especially during the palace invasion when he’s staring pitou down as she fixes up komugi. then the actual fight against pitou: more darkness, more anger, but through it all there’s still light, namely his jajanken being very orange & fiery lookin.....and that final sequence, where he puts all his possible nen he’d ever have into his ~final form~ or wahtever & turns into a male version of true form!bisky but dressed in a crop top & short-shorts (i am SCARRED, btw. s c a r r e d !). there’s just huuuge flashes of light as that’s going on, and it reminded me of supernovas or dying stars when i was thinking about it, where the star is like, collapsing under its own weight? & burning thru its own fuel, until there’s nothing left except a dwarf or black hole or what have you. one final, extremely deadly burst of light & energy before death.

  On the meruem side of things: born into a dark cave, exhibits a traditionally evil/cruel/wicked/whatever personality/traits so that has ppl associating him with darkness. then he gets to know komugi, starts to appreciate other aspects of humanity, seems like he could have actually turned into a decent person who doesn’t want to eat everyone - so that’s a ‘path to light’, maybe? - and then the extermination team yeets themselves into the palace, netero takes him out to bumfuck nowhere, they fight. netero’s fighting is just ALL light, from his giant ass golden 100-type guanyin bodhisattva to the poor man’s rose. again, there’s the sense of finality to it all, in a similar vein to dying stars: netero comes in determined to kill meruem no matter what, and we all know netero doesn’t flake. then we see netero get destroyed after the zero hand, and he triggers the rose, and everything is burning & on fire before the flames are put out and all turns dark again.

  But wait!!! pouf & youpi revive meruem and all he does is play gungi with komugi, even with the poison of the rose. he eventually dies, and the gungi pieces in that final shot of them together (i am BAWLING just thinking about it holy shit) has one that’s all white, one that’s a black ring and white inside. i assume all white is for komugi, who has never done ANYTHING wrong in her LIFE, so i like to think that the 2nd one is for meruem - born “into darkness”, literally & figuratively, but he turns something like ‘good’ by the end. it’s interesting how togashi has sort of gone for a bit of a subversion here: the hero going from light to darkness, and the main antag from darkness to light.

✶ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍   AahhhhHHHHHhhh so if you read all the way down here through my LONG rambles, tysm! i would LOVE LOVE LOVE to hear what other people think about all this, and i’ve FOR SURE missed tons and tons of stuff - chimera ants is just. SO MUCH. and i don’t know it as well as yorknew eeek.

  I’m not sure if i’m really ~knowledgeable~ in any other areas relating to hxh, so this might be the only one of these that i do, but i definitely think about some of this - esp all the religious symbolism & #4 stuff - a ton! so in the meantime, if it’s of any interest, i’m just going to shamelessly plug my hxh x religious beliefs/superstitions edit series :D lots of love to all!!!

[spookyboywhump]

I thought I wasn’t gonna be doin this until I had a Delightful idea this morning, so here’s a short thing for @brutal-nemesis‘s Glass Day :D

Smth for a bit later in Cain’s time with Nicholas

CW: Knee whump, hand whump, abusive relationship

***

 He blamed the accident on the fact he hadn’t eaten in days, and barely had anything to drink. It was an act of rebellion just getting something for himself, one that would’ve surely gone unnoticed. At least, it would’ve if he hadn’t dropped the glass he got down from the cabinet. 

 It shattered as soon as it hit the floor, and it was loud, loud enough he wasn’t surprised when he heard footsteps. He knew he’d fucked up, and he wondered if it was better to admit and beg for forgiveness immediately, or if he should try to stand up for himself. He had a feeling though that no matter what he did, it would have the same outcome. He should’ve ran, he should’ve put as much space between him and the glass but he didn’t move in time, Nicholas turned the corner and he saw Cain, he saw the glass at his feet, and he smiled. 

 “Oh darling, you know you shouldn’t be handling fragile things.”

 “I just- I just wanted something to drink…” He said slowly, any defiance and anger he’d felt before quickly leaving him scared and timid. 

 “I thought you knew you needed to ask first?” Nicholas said, stepping closer. Unlike Cain he was still wearing shoes, having returned from work not long ago, the glass crunched beneath his feet, shattering into smaller pieces.

 “I… I thought-“

 “No, you didn’t think. You don’t ever think you poor, stupid thing.” He grabbed him by the arms, not roughly, and against his better judgement Cain almost welcomed the touch. “But it’s okay, you’re still learning, aren’t you?” He said gently, and he relaxed, thankful Nicholas seemed to be feeling merciful.

 “Y-Yes sir, I am, I’m still learning…” he said, hoping that agreeing would get him out of this.

 “That’s right, and I’m going to make sure you learn a valuable lesson right now.” His hands slid up to grab his shoulders and he stepped back, suddenly shoving Cain down. He fell to his knees, right on the scattered shards in front of him, causing him to cry out in pain. The glass cut into his knees and his shins, and when he tried to move Nicholas grabbed his shoulders, holding him in place. He had no choice but to stare in horror as his own blood spilled on the floor, mixing with the mess of glass. 

 “W-wait-wait please, please it hurts!” He whined, and Nicholas almost affectionately ruffled his hair.

 “I’m sure it does. You’re going to kneel there until I say otherwise, understand?”

 “B-but-but I can’t- please it-it hurts!” He cried. Despite what Nicholas had said he tried to get up again. Instinctively he tried to place his hands on the floor to push himself up but before he could yank away from the glass, Nicholas suddenly stepped on his hand, holding it down against the glass that stabbed into his palm. 

 “Stay down.” He ordered, and Cain let out a sob. The glass dug into his skin, he was likely covered in countless small but stinging cuts. He didn’t even want to know what his legs would look like at the end of this.

 Nicholas finally stepped off his hand and he immediately pulled it close to him, staring at the open wounds across it, glass still sticking out of them. He shakily reached up with his free hand, carefully plucking the shards out of his skin, even as it only caused him more pain. He felt nauseous knowing he’d likely have to do the same to his legs later on.

 “Stay there, understand?”

 “Y-Yes sir…” He whimpered. 

 “If I find out you moved I’ll make you fucking regret it.” He told him, leaving him with that threat. 

 Cain wanted to disobey, he wanted to move, he wanted to do *anything*, but he didn’t. He stayed there, on his knees, despite the pain and humiliation of it, he did exactly as his master told him to, all the while hating himself for doing so.

[muwur]

If requests are open.. Suga x reader -3rd year student- where friends to pining where reader is a exchange student mid year -parent’s job- and reader is new to the school, can barely communicate Japanese and is too shy to meet new people.. reader is welcomed as a co-manager for vb club and all the other boys adopt her has their sister. She tutors them in their English lesson too.. also how would Suga help her open up from her shyness..

request: sugawara x fem! reader who is a shy exchange student!

another beginning.

✩ one-shot ✩ for sugawara bb

❧ fem reader

✎ 4.9k words

a/n: FINALLY GOT THIS BBY DONE, ty for being patient requester <3 i hope its ok, lmk if u would like smth different!

also curious but do yall listen to music when you write or read? i dnt always but when i DO i listen to some boppy music so i can shake mah ass (unles im depresso AHAHA) LMAO rec me some pls--

send me asks--

current listen: juicy by doja cat, gasolina by daddy yankee, 11 PM by maluma

A pencil dangled between two of your fingers, gently swinging back and forth as you tapped the eraser’s tip against your chin in thought. Looking over Hinata’s shoulder at the worksheet laying on the table, you extended your hand and made a neat scrawl on the page. “That’s good translating, Hinata! However,” you dragged your pencil across the surface, marking a line and arrow to point at a space near the beginning of his sentence, “keep in mind that although gerunds look like verbs, they act as nouns. So, this word should go here.”

Yachi, who was seated to your right, nodded in agreement. “I looked through his notes doodles, and it looked like they were going over gerunds in class!”

With narrowed eyes, Hinata scanned the page, muttering the sentence underneath his breath. Suddenly, his hazel eyes lit up in understanding and his lips morphed into a round “O.” “Ohhhh, that make a lot more sense! Thanks, (y/n), you’re a big help, especially in English! Also, look, guys!”

He rummaged through his cluttered backpack and fished out a slightly wrinkled sheet of paper with a red “14/50” marked on the top right corner. Holding it up proudly, he declared, “I got a better score than last time! By nine points!”

“That’s still an F,” Tsukishima pointed out, eyes glued to the pages of the book he was reading. Yamaguchi and Kageyama tried to stifle their snickers.

“Y-You’re not even looking!” Hinata defended. The ginger was met with a shrug. “I don’t need to see the score to know you failed.”

Before any fighting could break out, however, the door swung open, revealing the remaining third-years. Bags of snacks in their arms, the four of them stepped in. “We’re back! Your parent/guardian let us in, (y/n),” Sugawara announced, setting his bag down on the table. The rest followed suit and set the goodies down. Rummaging through one of the bags, Daichi pulled out a meat bun.

“Hinata, here’s your meat bun,” he said, handing the snack to the excited first-year, who had long-forgotten Tsukishima’s snide remark about his lack of intellectual aptitude. Kiyoko offered Kageyama his milk, the slight brush of their hands being enough to stir Noya and Tanaka into an envious craze. Asahi tried to settle them down, nervously reminding them that they needed to act respectful in your home, especially after your family had agreed to let you all study there. You stifled a giggle as Sugawara and Daichi joined in, scolding their underclassmen for their poor behavior and threatening them with a time-out.

With an exasperated sigh, Sugawara took a seat next to you on the mat. “Ah, I can’t help but worry about how Ennoshita’s going to handle both of them on his own.”

Giving a sidelong glance to the second-year, who was now forcing Noya and Tanaka to complete timed practice problems, your lips formed a small smile. “Looks like he does a pretty good job at it, though.”

Sugawara let out an amused huff. “Guess I’m worried over nothing. Oh, also,” he dug into the plastic bag in front of him, taking out your favorite snack and offering it to you. “Here you go.”

(can u tell from my stories yet that fav snacks aka actions are my love language--)

“Oh, thank you, Suga, I didn’t even ask for this…” you flashed him a grateful smile and took the package from his hands, suppressing the blush that threatened to overcome your cheeks as your fingertips brushed. He gave a sheepish smile and glanced to the side in response, giving the back of his neck an anxious rub.

“Ah, it’s the least I could do to thank you for letting us all come over to study. It’s really helpful. I appreciate it, (y/n).”

“It’s not much, really. I’m more than glad to help you all (read: Hinata, Kageyama, Tanaka, and Noya) out with English and offer my place. Having everyone together makes it easier. They need to pass these exams so you all get to play.”

Your offer to help the team with their studies may have seemed a simple gesture as both their friend and co-manager. On the inside, however, you really were more than happy to have everyone over for whatever reason. It left you with a feeling of awe. The last thing you would’ve expected 3 months ago was to be sitting in your new home in Japan, surrounded by a group of people who accepted you despite your poor Japanese and late appearance to Karasuno. Just 4 months ago, after you learned about your parent/guardian’s job transfer to Japan, you were left feeling an array of mixed feelings:

Anxiety – a whole new country? With a language you could barely even speak or understand? How was that going to work? Could you even make friends at school? God knows how long it took you to make the friends you have now.

Disappointment – you were looking forward to graduating high school with the friends you’ve made throughout the past few years. Having to say goodbye would be difficult, and you’d miss them.

Yet, you felt a sliver of hopefulness – new experiences were waiting for you. You had the opportunity to lead a new life in a foreign place. It filled you both with fear and exhilaration.

On the night before your first day at Karasuno, you could barely sleep after spending hours religiously practicing how to introduce yourself in Japanese. Having to introduce yourself to the class and speaking with your new classmates was inevitable, after all. And so the next day, you found yourself standing in front of the classroom, trying to suppress the nervous shudder that threatened to rack your body and ignore the prickles of sweat on your palms. Despite how much you mentally recited your introduction that morning, your current situation left your mind blank, unable to conjure any words. Fueled by the awkward silence, the numerous gazes focused on you, and the growing pit of anxiety in your stomach, what came out was a quiet, jumbled form of what you intended to say.

“Hello, (y/n) (l/n). I’m (insert your original country name here). I can’t Japanese, but I hope friends. Everyone, nice to meet,” you bowed, both in respect and so that you could hide your face, which was red from embarrassment. You knew you messed up, but you pretended otherwise, hoping that nobody would point out your mistake.

You straightened up after a few moments of silence, registering the confused looks of your new classmates and feeling another stab of shame. In response to your introduction, the teacher raised her eyebrows and blinked in confusion. Then her eyes warmed, and she offered you a smile as she spoke up. “Class, this is (l/n) (y/n). She recently moved here from (insert OG country here). She’s still learning Japanese; however, her English is perfect, so I’m sure you can all learn something from each other. Please make her feel welcome. Your seat is over there, (l/n).”

Shoulders sagging, you made your way to your desk, avoiding eye contact despite the pairs of eyes that followed you to your seat. Focusing on the lecture was a struggle. Not only could you barely understand anything the teacher was saying; worries about how the rest of the day would go also flooded your mind. This was only the morning; how could you navigate your way through the halls? Ask for directions? Would you meet people? Where would you eat lunch? How could you survive?

The remainder of the classes went by gruesomely slow. Too embarrassed from your slip this morning and too shy to meet new people despite wanting to make a friend, you successfully dodged conversation with any of your classmates. You were relieved that finally lunch came by, yet that presented another problem. You weren’t sure where to go, but you were sure that you were going to eat by yourself.

After a few minutes of walking around the hallways, you settled for eating lunch in the classroom. At least it meant you didn’t have to rush to class after the bell rang. Taking a seat, you pulled out your boxed lunch and set it out in front of you. Painfully aware of how alone you must have looked, you pretended to look really interested in your meal (am i the only one or--). You poked it, broke it into pieces, then brought each sliver to your mouth and chewed slowly. If only your family had switched your phone plans earlier, then you could at least spend time scrolling the internet or lament to your friends back home about how your day was going.

Still “engrossed” in your meal, you failed to notice a figure standing in front of your desk. Only after you saw a hand situate itself on the edge of your desk did you look up.

You met the chestnut eyes of a boy. He bore a warm smile that made a small crinkle in his eyes and beauty mark. Strands of grey hair draped naturally in front of his eyes and framed the sides of his face. Despite your unease, his soft features helped to calm your racing heart and mind. He seemed a friendly person; after all, he was able to approach you.

“Hey, you’re (l/n), right? I’m Sugawara Koushi, but you can call me Suga. I’m in your class,” he introduced in pretty darn good English.

‘Man, that means he heard me this morning…’ you thought miserably. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel some relief. Perhaps you hadn’t given others or yourself much of a chance before jumping to the conclusion that you were incapable of meeting new people.

Clearing your throat, you shyly extended a hand to him in greeting. “Yes, I’m (y/n) (l/n). Call me (y/n). It’s nice to meet you, Suga,” you replied hesitantly, finally using the correct words in Japanese that you had been practicing the previous night.

Shaking your hand, his eyes widened in pleasant surprise. “Your Japanese sounds pretty good! You just moved, so you’re still learning, right? How about I help you improve that while you help me with English?”

You were about to nod eagerly in appreciation when you both overheard some snickering across the room. Two boys and a girl sat together, whispering quite loudly and sneaking oh-so-inconspicuous glances over at your desk. Taking notice that they were caught staring, they presumed to loudly munch on their meals and talk about the weather.

Suga only shot them annoyed glare and shook his head before turning his attention back to you. “Sorry, those are my… Friends.” The strain in his voice after saying that last word made you question if they really were on friendly terms.

After that day, you found yourself spending every lunch period with Suga and his other third-year friends Daichi, Asahi, and Shimizu. You initially felt unsure of how to talk to them, but after Sugawara’s efforts to include you in his circle and some reassuring words about being yourself and not letting a small, temporary language barrier hold you back from making friends, you earned a bit of confidence. While you spoke a hybrid of English and Japanese with them, you eventually managed to pick up a lot of Japanese from talking everyday, and after these few months of constant exposure, you were able to hold decent conversations. Additionally, the extra help you sought from the teaching staff allowed you to be able to keep up in class, and your instructors were understanding enough to give you some leniency on your assignments during this adjustment period.

Hanging around your new friends often, it was only a matter of time before you were introduced to the rest of Karasuno’s boys’ volleyball team. It occurred one lunch period three weeks after you first arrived, when Asahi suggested that you join some club activities. You were discouraged, however, considering that it was already halfway through the year, you didn’t know enough Japanese yet to converse with just anyone, and you were a tad shy, which made joining clubs a bit difficult. At that moment, your new friends all made eye contact with each other, then looked at you.

“Why not join our volleyball club?” Suga asked. “Shimizu could always use the help. She’s our only student manager.”

Shimizu nodded in agreement, her blue gaze soft. “Your help would be really appreciated. There’s a lot to this job, so having someone to split the work with would be relieving. You can also help me look for someone to take my place when we graduate.”

Later that day you found yourself in the gym being blocked by Sugawara, who was protecting you from two crazed boys whose collars were held back by Daichi. A ginger-haired boy looked at you with curiosity, excitedly introducing himself as Hinata and pointing out the names of the other members on the court (“This is ‘Bakageyama’ and that guy’s ‘Four-eyed Jerk Face’—").

Upon their release (which was granted only after they promised to behave), Tanaka and Noya dashed over to you, tears in their eyes as they held your hands and expressed their gratitude for your presence. “Oh, (y/n), you kind soul, helping Shimizu with the managerial work. Better yet, now we have two cute girls to support us, this is amazing!”

And that’s how you found yourself sitting with your new friends in your living room and feeling grateful for their vibrant personalities, kindness, and acceptance. You couldn’t have asked for a better batch of friends to end your year with. Though, you were most grateful to Sugawara. If not for him, the last several months of your highschool experience may have gone by miserably, with nothing special to note and no new friends to celebrate with. His gentle, understanding nature had done nothing but support you and make you feel welcome. He helped introduce you to a new, comfortable life you had trouble imagining before your arrival to Japan. He dispelled your doubts and fears, instilling in you a newfound confidence in your abilities. It certainly helped that the team was just as supportive and patient with you.

You could recount the events of the past few months that brought warmth to your heart. These people were growing on you, making you feel like you could be yourself more each day. Daichi provided you a sense of security and leadership. Asahi was empathetic, quick to detect your feelings of uneasiness and asking you if you were okay. Shimizu made sure to make you feel welcome as a friend and fellow manager, even inviting you to a café over the weekend to brainstorm ideas on recruiting a replacement (who you both later discovered to be Yachi) and try out some desserts. Tanaka and Noya tried to teach you all the Japanese curse words they knew, initially lying to you about their meanings so they could see the rest of the team’s reactions when you would blurt things out in the middle of practice (Let’s just say that Daichi, Suga, Ennoshita, and Tsukki knew whose fault this was, and Asahi was real shook hearing a string of curse words from your mouth while you sat there, no ill intent emanating from you whatsoever). Ennoshita gave you a comforting, easygoing presence. Tsukki was… Tsukki (LOL). But he could carry on a conversation, often genuinely interested whenever you talked about the culture back in (other country). And you knew he was soft. Hinata was a burst of energy, and you found his bickering with Tsukishima and Kageyama silly and quite precious. You often stayed with Yachi to toss balls to Kageyama late at night, much to his appreciation. Yachi and Yamaguchi were some of the biggest sweethearts on the team, and all you could think about was needing to protect them.

There was definitely something different in your interactions with Sugawara, though. You found yourself closest to him out of everyone. It may have been because he was the first you talked to, or maybe it was because he was one of the most easygoing people you’ve ever met. That, and you found yourself wanting to get closer to him. You wanted to know more about him.

Sugawara chuckled in response. “I suppose you’re right. We wouldn’t have made it this far without everyone,” he said softly, a tinge of fondness showing in his brown eyes. He proceeded to take out his schoolwork and pen, resting his chin in his palm as he read the words across the page of his assignment. Occasionally, you glanced over at him, admiring the way his eyebrows knit together in concentration, and how his hair brushed his cheeks whenever his head shifted in its position. How the grey tips of lashes kissed his bottom eyelids with each flutter of his chocolate hues. You even took a mental note that his lips, currently pursed in thought, were rather smooth and full in appearance.

A rogue thought about how those lips would feel against your own flitted across your mind. It brought a small pang to your chest, and you had to mentally slap yourself back into reality. You noticed these new feelings were starting to become more prevalent the longer you hung around Sugawara. You consulted your friends back home about it, and in their excitement, they insisted you had a crush on this guy (and demanded photos). Heart palpitations, heat-flooded cheeks, covert glances, and a desire for closeness in all aspects possible? All symptoms of infatuation, your personal love doctors concluded. You recalled when these signs first appeared about a month ago, after he offered to walk you home when practice had gone late into the night. Initially you declined, not wanting him to go out of his way when it was already dark outside. However, after seeing the soft look in his eyes as he declared he wanted to ensure you got home safely and that he didn’t mind the walk, your heart couldn’t help but give in and agree.

It was a tranquil night, accompanied only by the sound of crickets chirping and a cool, whispy breeze. About 15 minutes after having left campus, you were both seated on an aged bench at a small park, snacking on recent convenience store purchases to satisfy your growling stomachs. A comfortable silence settled in the air. The nightly surroundings were illuminated by the gentle glow of several nearby lampposts and stars that burned lightyears away.

Your gaze followed the tracks of a small bug crawling across the sidewalk in front of your feet. It skittered soundlessly against the pavement, eventually disappearing in the security of a bush. A gentle sigh took hold of your attention, and your eyes flickered over to your friend, who was peering up at the star-dusted evening sky.

“Do you know what you’re doing after graduation?” he asked, a hint of wonder in his voice.

You shook your head. “No clue, to be honest. You?”

He pursed his lips and took a sidelong glance at you before focusing back upwards. “Well, I’ve always wanted to be a teacher…”

“Seems fitting. Your Japanese lessons have been really helpful,” you pointed out, smiling.

The tips of his lips curved upwards as well. “Really? I’m glad. You’ve improved a lot, too. You’re a quick learner.”

“Heh, well I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Another comfortable silence fell upon you two before he spoke again. “I was thinking about how to keep in touch with everyone after we left, and how it’s a shame we’re leaving so soon after you arrived. I would’ve liked to know you better, too, but there’s only a few months left...”

His genuine words left a rosy tinge on your cheeks. As you were thinking of a response, you looked down, noticing how close your hand lay next to his. Heartrate quickening, you stammered, “Y-Yeah, I wish we had more time, too.. T-To hang around each other, I mean. But graduation doesn’t have to mean goodbye, right?”

“That’s true... You always know just what to say, you know that, (y/n)?” he turned his gaze on you and held out an extended pinky. “Promise to talk to me after graduating, then?”

You rolled your eyes playfully and huffed in amusement. Taking your own pinky and intertwining it with his, you nodded. “So long as you keep your end of the promise, too.”

“Of course.”

Sugawara’s voice brought you out of your momentary flashback. “(Y/n)? Can I ask you a question?”

Blinking your previous thoughts away and calming the warmth on your cheeks, you responded, “What’s up?”

He slid his assignment closer to you, pointing at a section he was having trouble with. “Here. I’m not sure if I’m doing this correctly..”

You leaned in, scooching towards him and closing in on the gap between you. Focused on the homework, you failed to notice how the brush of your shoulders made Sugawara’s body stiffen slightly. With your proximity, your scent easily wafted to his nose, and he could observe the closer details of your appearance. The hair tucked behind your ear exposed your cheekbone, looking soft to the touch. Your determined hues scanned the page, and he could visualize your thinking through your small, occasional self-nods. You looked cute and comfortable in the casual hoodie you wore, bringing him a strange, mixed sense of bashfulness and ease. His mind wandered, trying to envision how you would look if you wore any of his jackets, but his thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of your sweet voice and scribbles against paper.

“It sounds great, Suga! I just made a note there on how you can fix it; otherwise, it should be okay,” you gave him a reassuring smile as you slid his work back to him. You, however, didn’t shift back to your original position and instead stayed seated mere inches from the boy. Not that he minded, but…

“O-Oh, alright, thanks!”

It made concentrating during the rest of the study session a little difficult.

Occasionally you did get up, helping mostly the first and second years with some of their English assignments. His eyes would secretly (but c’mon, everyone but Hinata and Kageyama could tell) follow your figure, admiring the way you looked as you interacted happily with the others and did whatever you could to assist them. Yet you always returned to the same spot, near Suga. Close enough that everyone else on the team took notice (if they haven’t already), relayed the information via mental telephone, and secretly agreed to depart a bit earlier than they had anticipated.

“Oh, you guys are leaving already?” you asked everyone as they were packing up their belongings.

They all nodded in response, offering up their reasons for leaving earlier than the original time you set, which ranged from, “My parents wanted me home for dinner” to “My sister’s wasted and locked out of the house, nobody’s home—” (u good der Saeko)

Standing at your doorway, you waved to your friends, sending them off with a “I’ll see you at school!” as they waved back and filed out of your home. Looking over to Suga, who was still standing beside you, you wondered, “Oh, you’re staying?”

“Oh, yeah! I was surprised to see everyone leave so soon, but I was planning to head home in another hour. B-But I can go now if you need me to..!” he answered a bit shakily, waving around his hands in small, bashful gestures.

You shook your head and you waved your hand dismissively. “It’s okay, you’re more than welcome to stay for however long you need to.”

Settled back in the common area, you both tried to resume your schoolwork, but to no avail. Groaning, you leaned back, using your arms to support you from behind. “I’m tired of workingggggg.”

He sighed in agreement, resting an elbow on the table and propping up his head in a closed fist. “Same. Do you want to do something else?”

“Hmm..” you pondered aloud. “Do you want to see my room?”

Shrugging and responding with a “why not?”, you both stood up, leaving the common area to go to your room. You opened the door and stepped inside, Suga closely trailing behind you.

“Welcome to my room. Make yourself cozy,” you insisted as you sat on your bed and pat the spot next to you. He took your offer, taking a seat beside you and looking around your bedroom in curiosity.

“Something about this place really seems like you, (y/n).”

You raised an eyebrow at his comment. “Is it the messy pile of clothes in that basket or the neat desk I cleaned up this morning?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “I suppose you could say those are part of it. I just meant there’s a lot to you that you should feel comfortable sharing with others. People are complex and there’s so many sides to a person we discover along the way. I remember how timid you were in our first weeks of knowing each other, and now you’re getting along great with everyone and work hard to improve everyday. You were able to overcome a stressful repeat of entering highschool, but this time in another country, and adapted just fine! Your kindness and determination is admirable.”

Twiddling with your fingers, you felt a sheepish grin form on your face. “Aha, you’re too kind, Suga. You know I couldn’t have made these friends or adjust so well without your help. I was too worried about talking to anyone until you came up to me, so… Thank you.”

You risked a glance towards the boy, finding his chocolate gaze already set on you. If none of your interactions in the past month had set your heart ablaze, then certainly this moment would take the cake. Sugawara’s eyes flickered downwards briefly in a moment of hesitance, then locked again onto yours with a hint of an undetectable emotion lurking behind those irises.  Neither of you could bring up any words to say. The only sounds present were the soft hums of your breathing and the low creak of your bed as you found yourselves shifting your weight in order to inch closer to one another.

His mind flooded with a cacophony of emotions, from crippling nervousness to an allure for risk-taking. He could barely come to terms with the current situation and what might happen. Maybe he was overthinking it. Surely being this close face-to-face with someone who you just happen to like doesn’t automatically mean they like you back and want to kiss you just as much. Perhaps you were just leaning in to rest your head on his shoulder; after all, you did seem tired from the events of today. Or, you were scooting close for a better look at his face so you could point out, “hey, you got a little something on your face.” Perhaps a crumb from the cracker he had earlier?

But when he took note of the way your eyes fluttered shut, eyelashes caressing the tops of your dusted cheeks, his doubts began to waver. Maybe this was the chance he’s been seeking out lately. Once Daichi deciphered Sugawara’s affections for you, eventually the whole team found out and began to silently root for him. Thankfully, despite their blatant attempts to help him out, you hadn’t noticed a thing. It made him wonder whether you were oblivious, or just didn’t like him, or both. However, in this moment, when it appeared as though maybe you returned his feelings, he felt he should—as Tanaka would say—shoot his shot.

A sudden knock on the door sent you both jumping 5 feet away from each other. Frazzled and wide-eyed, you choked out a weak, “H-Hello?” in response to the interruption. The door opened, revealing your parent/guardian, who peeked inside.

“Dinner’s ready. Would you like to stay and have it with us?” they were asking Suga.

Heart still racing from the fear that gripped it, he blinked in surprise. He piped out a polite no thank you, reasoning that he didn’t want to intrude.

“Nonsense, we’re happy to have you. Come soon.”

They closed the door and left, leaving you two in an awkward silence that was soon interrupted by the sound of your cough. “We should, uh, get going…”

Standing up, you reached for the door with Suga in tow. The tension in the air remained between the two of you throughout dinner. Nevertheless, Sugawara was able to leave a good impression on your family by being a good conversationalist, even earning a few laughs from your parent/guardian. It made your heart swell at how natural it was for him to be able to get along with others.

After dinner ended and he packed his things, you stepped outside with him to send him off, closing the door behind you. He was about to salute you with a “thanks for having me over” when you gave him a peck on the cheek so sudden that he didn’t have time to react before you were already making your way back into your house.

“Thanks for coming, Suga! I’ll see you at school! Let me know when you get home!” you exclaimed animatedly, shutting the door quickly to hide your embarrassment from your sudden actions. You leaned your back against it, instantly regretting what you did with tightly shut eyes. ‘Oh gawd how am I gonna face him at school tomorrow dhefjkg.’

But on the other side of the door, Suga stood dumbfounded, hovering a hand over the area your lips had touch. Though highly embarrassed, he felt a rush of elation pass over him like a humongous wave that never stopped crashing against the shores.

He was starting to really think it was a good idea to introduce himself to the cute new girl in class. Nice one, Suga.

[brianandthemays]

Gun on my Thigh (Four/Billy x reader)

A/N I really hope you liked this! I have another Four x reader coming out soon, another request, and then my Valentine’s Day fic for my secret lover!

Request:  Hi, I'm the 6 underground anon! I might have an idea about four x eight!reader... So: the team goes on a mission and eight is at a party or smth like that, looking for the target. She's wearing a long black dress and under it she has a gun tied to a garter (like Mr and Mrs Smith). Then smth happens and there's this scene where she pulls off the gun and start shooting and four is looking at her and falls in love. I've been thinking about this for a while ♡ 

Warnings: Guns, a seriously gross dude, unwanted touching

Word Count: 2.1K

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Normally you hated dressing up. Putting on a full face of make up made you feel like you were being smothered by foundation. But tonight, you couldn’t help feeling sexy as you walked into the ballroom with your hair up and your lips popping. Somewhere in the room was the target. Some asshole child trafficker that you wanted to stab over and over again. Across the room was Four, looking quite dashing in his black tux with a nice bow tie. If you weren’t focused on the mission you might pull him into a side room and let him ravage you but unfortunately, you could not. 

           “Ma’am would you care for a drink?” A member of the waitstaff approached you and only a quick glance showed you it was Three. He held out a champagne flute to you which you took, raising your eyebrows at him cockily. 

           “Why, thank you, sir,” you replied smoothly. 

           “Eight, he’s at the bar, go see what you can get out of him,” One’s voice shouted in your ear. You flinched and scowled at his tone. Coolly, your eyes flitted over the guests at the bar, slowly making your way towards it. Then your eyes landed on the son of a bitch. Greasy haired and sleezy smiled. You saddled up the bar right next to where he was sitting, making sure to stick out your ass and lower your cleavage to hopefully get his attention. 

           “Excuse me!” You called to the bartender. “Hey! I’d like a drink please!”

            “A pretty girl like you doesn’t have someone getting her drinks for her? What a shame.” 

Ugh, his voice was like nail on a chalk board. Though his words were slightly slurred, maybe this would be easier than you thought. He had moved quite closely to you and you felt yourself taking a step back from himself subconsciously but quickly fixed your mistake. You turned on your acting face, pouting your lips and hooding your eyes. 

           “My date left me earlier tonight,” you told him with a frown. “I guess I’m buying my own.”

           “Nonsense.” His hand came to rest on your waist, gripping the skin their slightly. You glanced down at his hand but quickly back up to him. “What are you drinking?” 

           “How about, a jack and coke, hm?” you answered, licking your lips seductively.

He smirked and ordered the drink for you. Your eyes flitted to Four who was watching the scene carefully. You smirked at him, winking in his direction. He rolled his eyes at you before moving on to his next spot. 

           “So, my lady.” He handed you your drink, his hand on your waist shifting downward slightly. “What brings you to my humble party?” 

You brought the drink to your lips, taking a small sip before replying. “Well, I was here with a guy who was looking to do some sort of business. Wouldn’t tell me much more than that.”

The man raised his eyebrows at you, sipping at his own drink. “Well, it is a business party.” 

           “Oh, what kind of business do you own?” you asked, feigning innocence. 

He waved you off, pulling you closer to him. You wanted to vomit, his hand was wrapped around your waist so tightly, and his breath smelt like garlic. He was, all together, disgusting.

            “Let’s not talk about business, let’s talk about you,” he murmured, eyeing down your cleavage. “And let’s get you another drink.” He flagged down the bartender and when he turned away you took a breath. You knew tonight was going to be difficult, but this was really testing you.

            “Do you run the business locally?” you pressed, ignoring his past word.

 He groaned slightly, annoyed to be back on the subject. “It’s worldwide, you could say. I got spots in Los Angeles, Mexico City, Beijing.” Then he smiled “Working on getting a spot in Berlin, too.” He handed you your drink, shoving it into your hand. “But what do you do for a living?”

 You giggled, trying to act more drunk than you currently were. “I’m a model. I actually work in LA, too!”

 He raised his eyebrows, a sly smile coming over his face. “Really, who you staying with? Family? Friends?”

            “Nope, I live on my own!” you answered, laying the bait for him.

            “Hm.” His hand crawled up your spine, ghosting over the bare skin on the back of your dressing, coming to tangle with your hair. “You should come by mine sometime soon.”

 Oh, this was too easy. “Oh? Where do you live?”

 Just as he was about to answer, a commotion started to your left. Your head snapped towards the doorway, Two and Five were standing guns raised and you knew you had run out of time. You cursed silently.

            “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” The man questioned, cocking his head.

            “Um, I have to go,” you answered, trying to pull away from him.

 He frowned but only slightly loosened his grip. “At least take my card.”

 You glanced over his shoulder at Two, silently telling her to wait just a moment more. He pulled out his wallet and took out a small index card with his name and number along with an address on it.

           “I hope to see you again,” he mused, handing you the card.

 You scoffed. “Oh, I’m sure we will.”

 You swiped the card from him, pushing back as far away from him as you could. You looked up at Two who nodded at you. Finally, this bastard could pay. You reached down and pulled up your dress, grabbing the gun holstered to your thigh and pointed it right at the man.

            “See you in hell, asshole,” you quipped. The man didn’t even have time to react before you shot him. That’s when the yelling started. People were screaming and running, and you struggled to find Four. He was your partner. You needed to find him and get out as soon as possible.

 You dodged a swing as a security guard came at you from the front. You turned quickly and shot him in the head, jumping over the bar to find some coverage.

            “Fuck, I’m stuck behind the bar,” you yelled into your com. “Can anyone read me?”

 You looked to your right to see another guard running towards you, but before you even had time to react, a gunshot sounded, and the guard fell. You turned around and saw Four. He slid next to you with a smirk on his face.

            “I read you,” he replied, placing a quick kiss on your forehead. “Now next time maybe don’t trap yourself in a bar.”

            “Oh, fuck you,” you snapped back. He grabbed your arm and you stood, shooting at any man in a security guard uniform. Your gun clicked, signifying out of ammo, so you reached down and grabbed the second ammo pack you’d hidden on your thigh along with the gun. You snapped it into the gun and started shooting again.

            “God, I think I’m in love,” Four spoke, a lazy smile on his face. You smiled but didn’t look away from your targets.

            “Hey, love birds,” One was back in your ear. “Get the fuck out of there.”

 Four moved to the other side of you looking for the best escape route. His eyes spotted a shattered window to the left of the bar, not far from where they were. The jump wasn’t far down from there and he could easily guide the two of you down.

            “Do you trust me?” he murmured in your ear. You looked over at him, lowering your gun slightly. He raised his eyebrows at you, questioning you again.

You let out a breath, rolling your eyes. “Of course, I do.”

            “Then stay close to me.” He grabbed your hand and started off towards the window. You kept close, covering the two of you when you needed. He pulled you down to the window and nodded at you to shoot it. You shot it the rest of the way and jumped out with him. He brought you to a ledge and looked at you.

            “Four, I swear.”

            “You said you trust me!” He cocked his head, looking into your eyes. “It’s not far, I can keep us safe.”  He squeezed your hand. “I’ll keep you safe.”

 You looked down at the jump and felt your heart thudding. Then you looked back at Four and knew your decision.

            “Fuck, I still hate you,” you told him. “But let’s just do it.”

 Four smirked and came behind you, putting his hands on your hips. He muttered directions into your ear, pointing to wear you were going to land.

            “I’m right here, it’s going to be okay,” he reassured you. “On the count of three, jump.”

 He wrapped his arms around your waist, bending his knees slightly.

            “One.”

 You took a breath, leaning back against Four.

            “Two.”

 You grabbed onto his hands around your waist.

            “Three.”

 And then you were jumping and Four’s grip on you was so tight you thought you might stop breathing. Then he flipped you around, so he was underneath you and as soon as his back touched the ground he started rolling and you let out a grunt. Eventually you stopped rolling and you felt your body start to ache.

            “Ow,” you mustered out. He chuckled and let go of you, let you roll off from on top of him. “Let’s never do that again.” You looked down at your black dress, now torn and matted. “Ruined my brand-new dress.”

            “God you’re fucking amazing,” Four groaned out, looking over at you. You let a smile make its way over your features as you looked over at him. He rolled over and crawled over you. “You and that thigh holster, my god. And the way that pervert was touching you I wanted to scream.”

“I’m glad you didn’t.”

           “You’re so fucking sexy.” He reached down and pressed a kiss to your lips. “And I think I might love you.” 

Your eyes widened. He said it earlier, but you figured it was the heat of the moment. But here he was, in the quiet of the aftermath, saying it again. You reached up and grabbed him by his jacket, pulling him down to kiss him again.

            “I think I love you, too” you responded. He kissed you again more fervently this time. He reached down and brough your thigh up to swing around his back and pressed into you harder.

            “Four and Eight, where the fuck are you?” Seven’s frantic voice broke you apart, you both flinching at the noise.

 Four reached up and pressed on his com. “We’re out the left side, we made a detour.”

            “On our way,” Seven answered.

You and Four looked at each other for a moment longer before bursting out laughing. Here you were making out like teenagers on the ground outside of a serious crime scene. He pecked your lips one last time before standing up and holding out his hand to help you up. You brushed off the dirt from your dress and reached into your bra to find the card the man had given you. Still there.

           “You gotta stop being so sexy, love,” Four teased, coming right up behind you and nuzzling his face in your hair. “You’re such a fucking—”

 Just as he was finishing the van whirled around the corner, alerting you of the others presence. You whapped the side of his head.

            “Get off of me!” you mused, walking towards the van.

            “Oh, you are so going to get it later,” Four growled, hopping into the car after you.

 You approached One and handed him the card. “That’s his LA house, he says they have places in Mexico City and Beijing as well, and he said something about them working on a place in Belgium.”

            “Gee, thanks sherlock,” One remarked, taking the card. “Really narrows it down.”

            “You sent Two in too early, I couldn’t get much more,” you defended, crossing your arms.”

           “Not my problem, but this will have to do, go get your injuries looked at,” He deflected, sending you away.

 You frowned, muttering an insult under your breath before going to sit next to Four and Five. You leaned your head against the side of the truck. Four took your hand and smiled sympathetically at you.

            “Dickhead,” he muttered, smirking.

           “Absolute wanker,” you replied. Then you leaned your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes.