#I’m at a point where sometimes I start talking and I’m like. I sound fuckin weird

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Shoutout to the one (1) black super coarse hair on my belly & the like, 3 or 4 darker (but not that dark) hairs on the right side of my chin

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How would lumberjack Henry handle someone making fun of his x shy wife stutter ? Would he go feral on someone ?? 

Lumberjack!Henry gets protective over shy!short!wife’s adorable stutter

A/n: a fun drabble for you all :)

Disclaimer: 18+ / Lumberjack!Henry Masterlist

“Go on sugar babe, have a go” Henry coaxed Y/n forward at the bar, knowing how hard she found it to order for herself, his hands softly groping her ass as he watched her lovingly, “E-excuse me, c-can I have a l-lemonade please” She said softly, watching Patricia scowl on the other side of the bar, a sly smirk coming onto her face. “Well done baby bun, s’proud of ya” Henry whispered directly into her ear, kissing her neck wetly, visible enough that even Patricia’s eyes had widened at their public display of affection; Y/n giggling and nuzzling herself further into her built husband’s chest.

“Fuckin’ hell girl, can’t you speak properly? Sound like you’re still 5 years old with that stupid stutter of yours. What d-did ya want a-again, a l-lemonade?” Patricia chuckled mimicking poor little Y/n’s stutter, seeing the younger shorter woman’s face fall, her glossy lips falling into a pout, noticing how her hands started to fiddle with each other out of anxiety. Patricia simply scoffed turning around, starting to prepare Y/n’s lemonade. “S-she was mean” Y/n whispered into Henry’s neck, whimpering against his chest, his heart cracking open at the sight of his sweet little wife so upset.

“Uh- Patricia, turn around” Henry gruffed rubbing his hand up and down his wife’s back, Y/n’s head was now turned away into his neck, her whole body engulfed and hugged by his huge arms. Yet Patricia could see that she was busy kissing and sucking on Henry’s neck as if it was a pacifier, one of Henry’s hands unashamedly still fondling shy, sweet Y/n’s behind through her dark blue dress. “Yes Henry darlin’?” She said through gritted teeth, her eyes trying to ignore the couple basically petting each other right in her bar, even though it was a busy Saturday night and they weren’t the worst couple there. Jealousy wasn’t even enough to describe how Patricia felt.

“The fuck did you say about my wife? Did you jus’ say her stutter was stupid? N’ that she sounds 5? Or was that my ears playin’ games with me” Henry smiled sickly, tilting his head slightly, his hand reaching up to knock onto the wooden bar roughly, the loud thuds out of nowhere now shocking Patricia a bit. “Uhm well, I jus’ think she’s a cute lil’ thing, ahaha, didn’t mean no harm” Patricia said nervously, clearly backpedaling her earlier insults and stabs at the upset woman.

“Thought so, cause I swear if I hear you say some dumb shit like that again, ya know what i’m capable of don’t ya? Wouldn’t wanna have somethin’ bad happen to ya or your family” Henry growled leaning forward, his hands both covering Y/n’s ears, who was now just looking up at her older husband, dazed by how handsome he looked that night. He wore a white vest, along with some baggy jeans and the belt she had bought him for his birthday; claiming it was his favourite gift of all time n’ he’s worn it near every day since.

Patricia stood shocked just looking at Henry’s threat, in all the years yeah she had heard stories, but she just thought he was a hot piece of meat who was lonely. “Now baby bun, why don’t ya repeat your order, don’t think they heard ya right” Henry’s smile turned soft as he uncovered his baby’s ears, softly hugging around her shoulders as he turned her to face Patricia. “Uh yes What c-can I get for you” Patricia said shaking herself out of her state of shock, forcing a smile.

Y/n on the other hand beamed at the woman, almost as if she forgot what had happened earlier, “Uh a l-lemonade p-please” Y/n replied feeling more confident, Henry had always told her how much he loved her stutter, it always just gave him more opportunities to listen to her talk; honestly he found it adorable how she sometimes struggled to get through a sentence to a point where she’d get annoyed at herself and have to ask him for help. “Don’t worry baby, know your brain gets foggy s’times” He would say to comfort her, his thumb raking her cheek softly to try and calm her frustrations.

Her stutters during sex? Now that was something else, how she would beg and beg, and the fact that she was getting fucked, made her stutters all the more obvious and often. Most of the time her words were incoherent and didn’t make sense, inaudible hot sounds were heard instead, letting Henry know just how dumb fucked she was. His baby bun.

“H-here you go” Patricia said sliding over the cold glass, watching Henry pick his wife out a pink straw, bending and putting it in for her; even lifting her glass while she sipped. His wife was spoiled rotten, he’d do anything for her and that was clear. “Thank you Patricia, it’s s’good” Y/n smiled almost innocently, although Patricia couldn’t help but imagine the depraved thing going on behind the closed doors of their secluded cabin home.

“Oh and Patricia, lose the stupid fuckin’ stutter, doesn’t work with you” Henry snarked throwing down a dollar bill, chuckling as he brought his wife to sit on his lap, her manicured hands holding onto her glass of lemonade as she just looked at her husband dreamily. If anyone looked close enough they could see that his hands were already up her damn skirt, and if anyone had asked, Henry would have bluntly said that he was feeling up his wife’s sweet pussy, knowing that no one would question it further.

“I-I love y-you” Y/n said all giggly, leaning her head onto her husband’s shoulder, her lips quick to press glossy kisses all over his face and neck, “I love you too sweet pea, love you n’ your stutter s’damn much” He growled nipping her bottom lip between his teeth, making sure Patricia was watching before he kissed his wife’s mouth deeply, her tongue falling out of her lips; allowing him to suck on it lewdly. Y/n was used to this, she knew Henry would never go too far in public, but just enough to keep them both satisfied.

“That is good lemonade baby, what’dya say?” Henry grinned,

“Thank you so much!” Y/n smiled looking towards Patricia, her saliva covered chin causing the older woman to blush and turn to another customer, she had never seen such a dirty play of attraction right in front of her face.

“Did I d-do somethin?” Y/n frowned watching Patricia walk to the other side of the bar, “Nothin’ for you to worry bout bun, finish that damn lemonade n’ let’s go home”

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Steady Heart

Chapter 13: The Devil Never Sleeps

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M? (Still figuring out the rating system) (might eventually be M anyhow)

* Warnings: language, serious injury, feelings of being stalked

* Word count: 3,260ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all

Author's note: I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well!

Stella and Rip galloped up to the barn. They were running on a time clock and it was almost out. The fish and wildlife officer was almost done setting up Snoopy. ‘Fair choice,’ Stella assessed. She knew Snoopy well. He was as solid as a rock for the most part. Lee, Kayce, and she had made sure of it. She quickly got the idea the officer wasn’t fond of having to be here.

“You the ones taking me to see the bear?”

They both nodded, but Stella decided to let Rip do the talking. “Yes ma’am.”

The officer turned around to look at them. “Officer Skyles, not ma’am.”

“Alright.” Rip mumbled. Stella clenched her jaw and had to use every ounce of strength she possessed to hold back the eye roll at the lady officer’s attitude.

“How fars the ride?”

“Mm, it’s a few hours.” Rip answered shortly.

“You Mr. Wheeler and Miss Daniels? The ones who shot the bear?”

“Yes ma’am— Officer Skyles. I’m the one that shot it, yeah.” Rip admitted.

“Is this the rifle?”

“Yes.”

Officer Skyles took the rifle from its saddle holster and locked it up in her truck. Rip huffed and rolled his eyes. Stella frowned from her saddle. The officer walked back to the gelding she was borrowing and climbed up into her seat. Stella observed that she sat well, but you could tell the woman was uncomfortable.

‘For fish and wildlife you’d think she would be more comfortable on a horse.’ Stella thought. “So are we headed out?” She asked.

The officer’s eyes lit up. “Oh so she speaks?”

“Sometimes.” Stella replied curtly. Rip eyed her, giving her a silent warning. The last thing they needed was Stella popping off. She glanced at him and hoped he picked up on that there wasn’t anything to worry about. She was practicing her best impression of him. Stoic, monosyllabic, not giving much to go on.

“Yeah let’s get this show on the road.” The officer cut through Stella’s internal monologue.

Having a quiet ride with other people seemed to be the running theme of a joke that Stella felt like she was the butt end of. She ignored the voice in her head trying to weave its negativity through her thoughts. Her head teetered back and forth in a pattern, keeping an eye out of anything troublesome. Rip did the same, but slower.

Officer Skyles attempted to make small talk. “Heard a lot of rumors about you Mr. Wheeler. All of them bad. Even a few about you Miss Daniels.”

Rip hummed in response. “Well most are probably true.”

“I’m not sure what you heard about me, but depending on who it’s in connection with, it’s likely true.” Stella acknowledged.

Officer Skyles looked at Rip. “I sure hope not. For your sake.” She glanced back at Stella. “Also for yours.” Stella made a face behind the woman’s back. “Hey, both of you ride in front of me please.”

Stella started to come around the left side of the officer. She didn’t feel like arguing. She’d had enough of that the last few days. Rip didn’t move from where he was positioned. He pointed at the Snoopy’s hind end. Stella followed his hand and saw there was a horse fly.

Rip mentioned it to Officer Skyles. “He’s got a horse fly on his rump there.”

“I don’t see a horse fly.” The officer scoffed.

“Well I can see it from here. It’s massive.” Stella offered.

“You want me to swat it before your horse—” Rip tried.

“Don’t fuckin’ touch my horse, do you understand me?” Skyles interrupted.

“Just let him get it, my god.” Stella said exasperated.

“Listen if that fly bites his ass—” Rip couldn’t finish his sentence. The officer’s horse neighed loudly at the intrusion of the fly bite and started crow hopping. It turned into a rear and he took off. “Nobody ever fuckin’ listens to me,” Rip said in disbelief and kicked his horse into gear.

Stella rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe this is fuckin’ happening.” She followed at a trot to the top of the hill in between the trees. They watched as Skyles bounced and lost her balance on the saddle. She grabbed the horn of her saddle and tried to hold on for dear life. The pair saw the officer’s reins slip.

Rip yelled to her. “You lost your reins!”

“Jump!” Stella tried to offer some help.

Skyles disappeared around a group of trees and not long after they heard her scream. Without a second guess, they flew off to find her. When they came around the trees, Stella’s eyes widened and felt the color drown from her face. The woman was laying on the ground with a fence post coming through her midsection, Snoopy stuck in barbed wire on the ground.

Getting closer, Stella slid off Abigail and Rip off of Dude. Rip went up to the officer and Stella went to Snoopy who was tangled. She could hear the conversation in the background.

“Oh my god I’m gonna die.”

“No you ain’t gonna die. Cause if you die, they’re gonna think we did this too.” He went to his saddle to get the walkie to call for Viggo. “Viggo, I need the chopper at pasture 23 right fuckin’ now.” He held his hand out to Skyles. “Give me your gun.”

Hearing those words, Stella knew Rip was going to try and put down the gelding. “No Rip, wait! I’ll get him out!” Her breathing picked up as she worked faster, cutting a few of her fingers and her hands in the process. “Fuck!”

“Both of you listen to me, when that horse catches his breath, it’s gonna go berserk against those wires and it’s gonna drag her ass to death. Now gimme the gun.”

“You do not get my gun.” Skyles put the line in the sand. Stella was starting to come around to her.

Rip growled and went to get his wire cutters. “All this time I wasted cuttin’ this horse loose, I could be saving you.”

Stella snatched the cutters from him. “I’ll do it damn it.” She set to work. She kneeled down slowly by the Snoopy’s head and cut a few wires and Rip tried to get him up gently. Once the horse was up, Stella dropped back on her heels to sit on them and catch her breath and fix her glasses. Rip tried to wave all three of the horses away knowing they would find their way back to the ranch. Abigail whinnied and reared back at Rip not wanting to follow his direction. She trotted just outside of his reach so he couldn’t grab her.

Stella growled. Abigail was already agitated and seeing Rip try to wave her away made her want to hit him with a log. A wave of satisfaction washed over her that Abigail didn’t leave. “Take the fuckin’ cutters.” Stella shoved them at the foreman not entirely sure what he was about to do. “I’ll take Abigail and go back to the house when the helicopter gets here. I’ll tell John where you’re going and what happened. That way no one, including my brother, thinks we’re dead.”

He nodded and bent down behind the officer and cut the few pieces of barbed wire that were tangled around her. She moaned at the movement caused by cutting it.

In a gentle voice he said to the officer, “you’re all right. Okay.” He fixed his hat and came around the front of Skyles. “Okay now, if I pull this post from out of you it’s gonna kill you. So I’m gonna lift you from the ground, alright. Put your arms around me. Stella, come get her other side.”

Stella numbly stood and made sure Abigail would stay. She went to the opposite side of Skyles and braced herself for what was coming.

“We should, we should call somebody.”

“There is nobody to call. Alright? Now listen. You’ve got no reason to trust me. To trust us. But you have to.” Skyles nodded, but to Stella it looked like she was shivering. “Now please, put your arms around me and her.”

The next few minutes of trying to pull the post and the officer out of the ground were agonizing. Stella swore she would hear Skyles’ screams of pain for the next month.

They got her up and supported between the both of them. Stella saw something long enough for the injured officer to sit on. There was enough room next to her and she offered that spot to Rip. Abigail trailed along behind her girl.

Rip wrapped his arm around her back and tried to direct Stella to sit. She unwound his arm, and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’m fine. You sit. Keep an eye on her.” Rip squeezed her arm back and let go, taking a seat next to Skyles.

It was quiet for a few moments with the exception of the officer’s labored breathing. Considering she had a fence post sticking out of her abdomen, Stella thought she was doing pretty well.

Stella sat on the damp ground and stared blankly into the surrounding woods. She was trying to figure out where in life she’d gone wrong to end up in these weird and awful situations. She leaned an elbow on her knee and rested her chin in her hand. ‘Well the company you keep doesn’t help.’ Her eyes rolled at her thought. Yes, the Duttons appeared to be more trouble than she had thought at 14 years old, but that didn’t change anything now. Officer Skyles speaking to Rip broke her out of her head.

“I’m sorry I lost the horses.” Skyles apologized.

“Don’t worry. Horses always come home.” Rip offered some consolation.

Stella also lended support. “I’m sure they’re there now. Dude probably led the charge home.”

“I’m sure there’s a lesson in here somewhere.”

“Well, you figure it out? You let me know.” Rip said. Skyles moaned in pain. Rip looked concerned. “Don’t be dying on me now.”

“I’m not getting killed by a fuckin’ fence post. My ego won’t allow it.”

Rip and Stella laughed. In the distance Stella could hear the chopper getting closer. She clicked for Abigail and held a hand out for her. The large mare chuffed back at her and walked a few steps over to her girl. Stella grabbed her reins and stood. She petted the mare’s thick neck. Abigail’s eyes were still tinged with a wildness, but Stella wasn’t worried.

“Stella!” Rip yelled over the sound of the large machine getting closer. He jogged over to her. “You get back to the ranch safe without any trouble, you hear me? Tell John I’ll call him when I get to the hospital with her.”

“Okay!” The chopper was close to landing so she had to shout over the noise. She hitched Abigail to a nearby tree, making sure her mode of transportation wouldn’t leave her high and dry with all the noise. “I’ll help you get her to the helicopter!” The pair made their way to the injured officer. Stella on one side and Rip on the other.

“Listen, when the pain gets really bad,” Rip directed Skyles and squeezed her hand, “I want you to try and break it.”

“Okay.” She replied weakly.

“Alright. Come on Stella, let’s get her outta here.” They placed the officer’s arms around their shoulders and helped hoist her up.

After getting her seated as comfortably as they could, Stella grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. “Alright Officer Skyles. You make it through this, ya hear me? Ain’t no fence posts gonna be taking you out today.”

“Not a chance in hell.” She grinned.

“I’ll check in with y’all later on.” Stella hopped out of the chopper.

Rip went to climb in and swap places with her but stopped short and grabbed Stella by the arm. He brought her into a quick hug, handing her the walkie. “Viggo is channel 6. The bunkhouse is channel 3. Whoever has the bunkhouse walkie will answer. Don’t be afraid to use it.” That was his subtle way of saying they didn’t need to make an extra trip to the hospital today.

“Y’all be safe. Let me know when you get there.” Stella requested as she clipped the walkie on her belt. He nodded and crawled into the helicopter motioning to Viggo to take off.

Stella ducked and hurried over to Abigail. The large craft took off and went in the direction of the hospital. As it made its journey out of the clearing, the decibel level went back to normal and Stella could think straight again. ‘Ride home, tell John, get the horses up.’ She repeated this mantra over and over, trying to focus on the task at hand and not the fact that she was a good hour and a half away from the ranch. Trying to forget that she didn’t have a rifle or a pistol and only had a little hunting knife on her. That it was just her and the wilderness. She’d gone out before by herself plenty of times, but not this far away from the ranch without someone else. They always used the buddy system when it was this far out from home.

She gave Abigail a few pets, and got into one of her saddle bags. Her hands were cut up from that barbed wire. She always kept a small first aid kit, but she didn’t think she had bandaids. At the very least she probably had medical tape, which would do in a pinch to keep her from bleeding all over the place.

Finding the small roll of tape, and the small bottle of alcohol she kept, she set out to clean her hands. With the sting of the alcohol she clenched her teeth and hissed, “fuck,” as the fiery liquid dripped off of her hands. She gave both hands a good shake letting the alcohol evaporate. Reaching into her bag, she grabbed the tape. She wrapped small pieces around a few of her fingers on her right hand, and around her palm on her left. The cut on her left hand was in the center of her hand, so wrapping a few strands of tape around her whole hand would have to suffice.

She put the tape and alcohol back and untied Abigail, giving her a few more pats on her shoulder. “Alright girl. It’s just you, me, and the way home. We got this.” Stepping up into her saddle she turned the large mare around toward the top of the hill where they came from before this mess had started. She squeezed her heels gently and Abigail began to trot off.

45 minutes into the trip Abigail came to a stop. Stella frowned. They were still halfway out from the ranch. Too far for Stella to be comfortable with something happening. She moved her hips forward, directing her to keep on. Abigail snorted loudly and pawed at the ground a few times and refused to budge. The air got still. The only noise to be heard was Abigail breathing and her saddle creaking with the small movements. Stella didn’t want to move. Even her breathing seemed too loud in the dead silence that took over the woods. Her lips parted and her breaths came out in shallow puffs as she listened to the forest.

Her eyes widened and she dared to look around. Everything appeared normal. Trees upon trees on the one side closest to the fence, and high grass on the other side. There were no obvious signs of an animal nearby that she could see at first glance. The large mare swatted her tail aggressively like flies were on her back, hitting Stella every so often, and stomped a few times. She stretched her neck high, almost to the point of straining. Stella rubbed the mare’s neck. “C’mon babe, we’re almost home. We keep moving, we get away from whatever you’re not a fan of.” Stella tried to bargain with the roan.

Abigail breathed deeply, letting out a loud snort. Stella pushed the mare into continuing forward, ignoring her “mare ears”. “The quicker we get home, the sooner this is over with.” She encouraged her. Snapping twigs sounded from the woods. “Let’s pick up the pace baby.” She didn’t want to stick around to find out if it was just the wind or something stalking them.

The hair on the back of her neck was already standing on end. She had pushed her luck far enough. It was starting to get dark. She didn’t want to get caught in the pitch black especially if something was watching her. She had a lantern attached to her saddle, but that only did so much. Her little knife didn’t offer her much solace either. Abigail legged on.

20 minutes later Abigail abruptly stopped again. Stella groaned at her. The groan went ignored as Abigail listened intently to a sound off in the trees. Stella listened closely and thought she heard chirping off in the brush. She watched the roan closely. “You heard that too?” She asked her. Stella examined the brush to her left and there were several spots that could be used as a den. “Sounds like mountain lion cubs.” Abigail shuffled, letting out a snort. “Well I ain’t getting off to go find out.” She clucked at Abigail a few times. “Let’s go before whoever those babies belong to, comes home and is pissed.”

Abigail didn’t need to be told twice and picked up into a long trot. Every so often she would jump at a sound on their left. “Goodness girl, just keep going. It’s gonna be fine.” Stella rolled her eyes at herself. ‘Yeah, fine until you get eaten.’ Stella couldn’t be certain the mother cougar was following them, but with the way Abigail was spooking… Stella would be hard pressed to not believe they were being stalked by something. She touched the walkie on her belt and could hear Rip’s words to use it. “Fuck it.”

Stella changed the walkie to channel 3. She always felt dumb using the walkie. It was the same feeling that leaving a voicemail gave her. It was always so awkward. She squeezed the button. “Uh, bunkhouse?” It crackled as she let the button go.

The object that was her lifeline sprung to life in her hand. •Stella oh my god, are you okay?• It was her brother.

“Yeah I’m good. But I think there’s a slight chance that I won’t be for long. By any chance, you still got BJ tacked up?”

•What do you mean?•

“The officer took Rip’s rifle before we came out here, and I only have my knife. I’m pretty sure I stumbled across a cougar’s babies and she’s stalking us.”

•Oh fuck how far out are you? We’re coming right now!•

Stella looked around and identified what pasture she was in. Since she didn’t help the wranglers every day, she didn’t know the fields as well as they did. Yes, she ran around these parts with Kayce all the time when they were kids, but she never paid attention to the exact layout. Kayce was the one who led them. She was just along for the ride. “Uh I think I’m somewhere past the house side of pasture 11.”

•That’s roughly 25 minutes out. I’ll meet you in the middle, just don’t stop moving.•

“Got it.” Stella clipped the walkie on her belt the best she could with Abigail’s movement. She thought it would be best to keep her at a steady gait versus taking off. If they were being stalked she didn’t want to kick in the prey drive of whatever it was. “Come on girl, Ryan’ll be here fast. Everything is fine.”

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A Day With 4*Town as Newlyweds !!

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Robaire

8:30am

you guys both start your morning kind of early, like 8:30 or 8:00

he’s usually the first one to wake up and like this might sound a bit corny but he just looks at you while you sleep

BYE THAT SOYNDS WEIRD BUT JTS SO SWEET

he’ll like caress his hand on your cheek, if your drooling well best believe he’s gonna wipe that shit right up

then he’s gonna get up and get you both some water cause why start the day dehydrated he says

so at this point if your a light sleeper you might be up already but if your a deep sleeper or like you just didn’t wake up yet then he’s gonna wake you up in the most sweetest way possible

he will kiss your knuckles and up your arm to your jaw, and he won’t won’t stop till you wake up

when you do wake up he’ll encourage you to drink your water and you’re still confused cause you just woke up

he’ll ask you how you slept, how do you feel, what do you want to do that day

but you don’t really respond much cause your tired but he likes watching you in your tired state, it’s cute

“you wanna go to the park today??”

“sure”

9:36 am

at this time you guys have just gotten up and out of bed and started getting ready for your little walk in the park

you guys take a shower together, brush your teeth together, he watches you put on your clothes, bro lemme tell you there’s way to much tension

what he usually does is he helps you out on your lotion…dawg it’s so much tension

he’ll put lotion on your legs and then it’s the way he looks up at you that makes you so nervous (i’m nervous writing this)

“Retourne-toi, mon amour” (turn around, love)

he then starts to massage and put lotion on your back and it’s one of the best feelings your ever gonna feel

and he’ll ask you “does it feel good?” “am i squeezing your hard?”

like he knows what he doin…

then you put lotion on him too and it’s a whole mess as well bro (￣^￣)

the whole morning it’s like cute little flirting or like teasing, the both of y’all can’t handle it

but when you guys are all ready to go if you didn’t finish your water he will make you finish it before y’all leave your bedroom

gotta stay hydrated yk :)

11:10 am

you guys make the executive decision to go on a walk and then to go get something to eat but he makes sure you both eat a little something before you guys leave

while y’all are in the kitchen eating he’s gonna constantly remind you that you guys are married

“oh my gosh!!”

“what? what’s wrong”

“nothing it’s just.. oh my gosh.. we’re married”

it’s annoying and cute at the same time and he just laughed at you while you huff and puff

11:30 am

you both arrive at the park and walk around for a while

you guys talk about so many things on your walk, most of the things being about your future, maybe he’ll talk about the band a little bit

he might share some song lyrics with you, your like his best friend so he’s gonna share anything that’s on his mind with you

he doesn’t have to worry about putting up a façade

but if you guys run into any fans he’s very sweet to them but he also gets to make the interaction very quick

he doesn’t want his time with you to be ruined

12:45pm

for lunch you guys go to this cute little restaurant you’ve always been going too

like for your third date you guys went there and y’all are cool with the owners there

i feel like he’s the type to make you order more food

*you order*

“you sure you didn’t want the other thing you were talking about too?”

“no i’m fine i won’t be able to finish it all”

he’ll be like oh okay and then order it to go

like anything you want it’s yours shawty

and one thing he refuses to do is to let you touch or see the bill

sometimes you may offer to pay and then he’s like “no.”

even on times where it’s supposed to be about him like his birthday he’ll still pay

like oh…

but anyways while you guys wait for your meal to come out he’s gonna hold your hand and caress your thumb

it’s so obvious you both are in love with each other, people around you even notice it and can’t help but feel happy or maybe even envious

hes so head over heals （＾ν＾）

2:57pm

y’all are there for a good minute but when you do leave you both ready to go to sleep

on the car ride back he might get a few calls pertaining the group or something but he tries to make them quick because he doesn’t want to be rude

but you let him know it’s fine

when you guys return home you change into some comfy clothes and just lounge around the house

maybe y’all make out for a lil while

you guys probably watch some movies, listen to music together, just hang out and talk

6:00pm

you guys start planning out what y’all want for dinner

and you guys have such a set schedule that sometimes Aaron T wants to come over sometimes just to have dinner sometimes

you guys don’t mind but it’s like the 6th time this week

he says he just like hanging out with Robaire and you but he just wants the food for real

but when you guys cook you play some music in the background like jazz or r&b, something that’s like calming and nice to listen to

it’s really fun cooking with him and not to mention how good he looks too

like he’s just singing and stirring whatever it is he’s stirring

like the vibes are there

and the meal is very good like you can’t blame Aaron T for coming over so often cause the food is too good

at dinner you guys usually talk about the same stuff you guys talk about at in the park: your guys future, the band, lyrics, possibly even having a pet!!

but just like how he was at lunch he’s very romantic so if you have like something on your face like sauce or something he’s gonna wipe it off and then taste it

like what you tryna do shawty

there’s sometimes when you have something on your mouth and then instead of using his thumb he just licks it

like (*⁰▿⁰*)

he did that i front of the band one times and it was so scary bro

they didn’t know how to react but Robaire just acted like nothing happened and kept on talking about the food and the flavors

he’s not afraid of PDA at all

8:15 pm

you guys both wash the dishes as well, and it’s so nice

sometimes he tries to make you not do the dishes he’ll say things like

“i don’t want you to ruin your nails, i’ll do it” “no no go sit”

but you still end up helping him anyways even if it’s just drying the dishes

like this is apart of your quiet time for the night

especially if Aaron T was there, y’all wouldn’t be washing the dishes till like 10:00

“mon amour”

“yesss?”

“i’m so glad i can share this moment with you”

he’ll often say things like that m, it’s lowkey scary and sweet cause it sounds like something you’d say before your die or sumn

but you kiss him and tell him that you love him and he feels so appreciated by you

8:35 pm

you both start getting ready for bed

you guys both brush your teeth together and wash your face but he insists that he has to be the one to take off your clothes so you can change

he’s only tryna do stuff （＾ν＾）

but you change into your pjs and of course with the help of Robaire™️

and you guys just lay there in bed talking to each other and cuddling

he’s usually whispering sweet nothings in your ear

usually in french too

bro i swear he wears a bonnet to bed and so do you (especially if your a black reader)

it’s so cute y’all got matching bonnets

but your day ends with you guys being lovey dovey

you guys end up sleeping at 10:12

Bonus ★彡

while driving he has his hand on your thigh

he’s spoken so much french to you that you kind of understand a little bit of it

in the morning he doesn’t finish his water even though he presses you about it

the time when he licked the sauce off your face in front of his band was also in front of some fans who recorded it and now people won’t stop mentioning it, neither can the band

Jesse

10:18 am

You guys both get woken up from Jesses kids

They come in like a beam of sunshine and then start hopping on the bed

It’s actually terrifying but they’ve been waiting for you two to get up for the longest now

In the morning Jesses voice is very raspy and deep so it takes you a bit by surprise

But he handles the kids so well

“Hey, hey, hey stop jumping. You guys okay??”

He talks to them so nicely even though they just woke him and you up out of his slumber

The kids say that they want some food and he makes a little deal with them

It’s been the same deal for as long as you’ve known

“How about you guys go down to the kitchen we’ll meet you down there”

One day they kids are going to realize that the deal hasn’t changed but they run down stairs and all you can hear is little feet growing distant down the hall

Then after the kids leave he groans and rolls over onto you

He’s a big baby for real

He’ll tell you good morning and kiss you all over your face and squeeze your waist

Sometimes he goes a tad bit to low and then you laugh at him and tell him to stop

he doesn’t just say good morning he’ll be like “Good Morning, my beautiful wife”

10:23 am

When you guys make it downstairs his kids are there waiting with their cups

It’s so cute because they hold their cups with two hands

They usually drink orange juice, milk or water in the morning

He’ll ask them what they want to eat and they have such refined pallets

You were surprised

They like to eat oatmeal and even avocado toast

You and Jesse always joke about how they’re gonna be health influencers in the future

While you guys eat Jesse loves to see you interact with the kids it’s so wholesome and sweet

the kids might ask you a weird question and you just indulge them and he finds that so adorable

or when you act kind of stern with them, he’s completely comfortable with you doing that

for example if they’re arguing over like something small and you check them and tell them to stop he finds that attractive for some reason

11:08 am

around this time you guys are wrapping up breakfast and getting ready for the day

you take the kids upstairs to get them situated while Jesse cleans up a little longer downstairs

y’all work so well together you guys get so much done in such a short amount of time

#teamwork

so after you monitor the kids getting dressed (and i say monitor cause i would like to believe that his kids are at the age of picking out their own outfits yk?? like u gotta make sure they’re not tearing apart their whole wardrobe) you help them wash they teeth and their face

once their finished you go downstairs and damn.

every. damn. morning. he be lookin too damn fine

he’s standing at the sink and he’s not facing you so you get to see his back muscles

and damn.

sometimes he doesn’t wear a shirt to breakfast and this was one of those days

but what you usually do it sneak up behind him and hug him

you rock him back and forth and all he does is just laugh at you cause your so cute

11:18 am

now at this time all of you guys are in the outside garden (fancy right （＾ν＾）)

it’s always so relaxing out there

the kids play and run around while you and jesse watch them and drink some tea or coffee

jesse usually paints around this time, he’s working on trying to paint real life

the garden is a great place to practice that with the beautiful scenery of the flowers, the trees, the lake near your house and you’ve seen in the painting he even painted the kids running

but back at his art studio he has many portraits of you, sometimes your shocked at the amount of detail that’s in it

there was one time he took a picture of you sleeping and then made a portrait out of it and made it look like you were resting in a bed of flowers

embarrassing, but lovely

or sometimes he’ll bring home some pottery that he made and paint on it

you still have many gifts from when you guys were dating that he made, he’s so creative he’s made pottery for you, paintings, jewelry and poems

and you guys do this cute thing where every gift you give each other you give it a name, you guys don’t really remember how that tradition started but it’s still an ongoing thing

12:45pm

after you guys spend time outside everyone comes inside to get a snack or some lunch

and just like at breakfast it’s just an onslaught of questions and stories from the kids

maybe it’s something they learned at school or how they had a conflict with someone

it’s so funny to hear about their conflicts at school because what sound so obvious to you and Jesse might not be so obvious to the kids

but everyday when your at lunch or dinner your surprised each day by how alike they act to Jesse

they talk like him, they’re creative like him, think like him, smile like him, they’re carbon copies at this point

1:15 pm

at this time you start getting the kids ready to go to their babysitter

(on this specific day let’s just say that he’s taking you out on a date for tonight)

Jesse is very protective with his kids so i feel like he very rarely has a baby sitter or has someone look after his kids other than him, except when he rlly had to of course

today is an exception you and jesse plan out your date nights in advance every month

y’all make it like a holiday for you guys to go out somewhere fancy or to do something where you guys can spend the most quality time with each other

2:00 pm

you and jesse start to get ready to have your afternoon/ night out

i imagine that the both of you take forever to get ready to do things, hence the reason why you guys start kinda early

like you guys always show up to functions like an hour late ans people are so confused, they think you just bailed or sumn.

but nah yall just take forever n you take your precious time

usually takes y’all like a few hours

5:28pm

after taking some time to yourself n maybe something else (if yk what i mean (^_-) )

y’all start getting dressed and i feel like as you guys get dressed you okay music

like you guys play different ballads and r&b maybe some rock songs that you guys sing your heart out to

he outsings you of course but he always tells you that your voice sounds heavenly

you both know he’s lying….

unless you can sing ( i wish bro..)

but when a 4town songs starts to play like 1 true love, he gets all shy n shit like he doesn’t want to sing

but you dramatically sing with your hairbrush and he sings the lil adlibs in the back (^з^)-☆

“*you start singing jesses part*”

“oh my gosh, you didn’t even sing it the right lyrics”

even though you might mess up the lyrics a little bit he still is gonna call you one of his best fans. (your in competition with his kids ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

but the whole time getting ready it’s very flirty too

he makes comments that make you stare off into space like damn..

sometimes they’re too much and they’re a little toooooo creative

7:23 pm

the play you booked reservations for is like 20 minutes away, n y’all are supposed to be there by 7:45 sooooo

y’all runnin out the house bro

when you guys actually get to the restaurant and get settled y’all are always next to each other

you guys don’t sit across from each other

this is very cute but jesse is so bold bro

he likes to show you off so he’ll be like “you should sit on my lap, your already sitting next to me”

like dawg…..,

somehow he’ll convince you too and if you don’t like PDA he’ll just hold you

but if you don’t mind he’ll kiss your cheek and neck, ass

he won’t stop touching you and even if the waiter comes he’ll rock you back in forth in his arms and kiss your shoulder

toooo in love

when your food comes he’ll try to feed it to you

9:30 pm

at this time you guys have just finished eating and now your walking around town

you guys might stop at the few shops that might be open at this time

or you may get some ice cream (for you guys and the kids)

but the whole time he has this love sick smile, he’s savoring these moments because he knows as a performer he might not spend as much time as he’d like to with you

so moment like these make him so happy

you guys might stop at a bench and talk about aanything and everything under the sun

when you guys were dating you guys used to spend hours on the phone talking about everything and it would be late asf too (cause he put his kids to sleep before he gave you his full attention)

but after you guys realize your ice cream might melt and you need to pick up the kids you start talking and walking to the car, same fluid conversation dawg

10:10pm

when you guys pick up the kids their knocked out asleep so the whole ride home they’re sleep

when you guys arrive home you put the kids asleep and head off to get ready for bed

you guys aren’t so tired so you guys go watch a movie, a romantic movie （＾ν＾）

just like in the restaurant he can’t stop touching you, he claims it’s your aura, and when he says it he says it in a weird/funny way

just laugh at him bro

but after that you guys go to sleep or keep on talking till you sleep

1:30 am

bonus ★彡

his habit of always touching you doesn’t stop even when he’s around the other 4*town boys it’s annoying at some times ans the guys always make comments but he can’t blame himself and neither can the other boys

most of your deep conversations are about serious topics, he likes understanding what you think about

his favorite ice cream is mint or cookies n cream

whenever you guys go out on your date nights he reserves a small place in the back of the restaurant (freaky ahh)

he makes so many sexual jokes sometimes they’re too creative and sometimes they make no sense

[asexualzoro]

it’s my 22nd birthday today, and you know what that means... 

Lew Writes Wrapped 2022!

its virtually all third life this time, most of which have not been posted on main before. woe, the full weight of my third life obsession be upon ye

blood god, mortal red

(Jan, 1.2k, DSMP, oneshot) (link)

one of the Many minecraft execution fics i have written in my life, technoblade anvil edition

not to start this post off with making myself sad, but man, i miss him. 

i remember writing this one all in one sitting at work in january. i think i did a pretty good job with it from an artistic standpoint, and as an analytical piece, i think i hit the mark perfectly. that said, i don’t think i could reread it now. i do think it was fun as a writing exercise to force like, 5 seconds irl to stretch out into a thousand words

yes, the only way out is down

(April, 1.2k, 3L, oneshot) (link)

another minecraft execution fic, third life rendog edition! 

IM SO PROUD OF THIS ONE. im so fond of it it’s probably my favorite third life oneshot. ren’s execution makes me fucking rabid and this is just the most direct expression of that.

what’s funny is i actually remember being pretty dissatisfied with this fic when i finished it--there was a lot of stuff i wanted to hit on that i just couldnt swing around to--but when i stepped away from what i wanted it to be and looked at what it was, i realized i liked it a lot

the rhythm of cold fists

(May, 2.6k, 3L, onehsot) (link)

sometimes you get so worked up about the idea scar threw the finale of third life that you have to write a bunch of frenzied words on it

this one is funny bc i think its got the second most hits of any of my third life fic, but the comment number is really low comparatively. i mostly just had fun making the transcript of this scene and then fleshing that out into a full ‘novelization,’ it was a neat writing exercise! i don’t think anything in particular stands out about this one, but i’m happy with it overall

Wooden Mausoleum

(May, 3.8k, 3L, oneshot) (link)

Sometimes you get so worked up about the idea of the unactualized betrayal plotline of the most loyal man in the series that you have to write a bunch of frenzied words about it

okay this is going to sound bad but i keep forgetting i wrote this. i dont know why. i like this fic! one of my favorite paragraphs i wrote all year is in it! and yet??? i dunno.

id love to write a different martyn wins au where the betrayal isnt the sort of ‘mercy kill’ suggested in this fic, bc i still have not recovered from the unrealized betrayal plot. someday i’ll write a martyn wins au where he Means to win

i... still feel something is sort of off with the way this fic ends, but i think ive felt that about a lot of the fic/scene endings ive written of late. i think that ending scenes/fics is just ill have to work on this upcoming year! 

might be best to not look back

(Oct, 2.7k, 3L, oneshot) (link)

i’m starting to think all my oneshots are just me getting possessed by different parts of the third life. anyway i had a point to prove about scar throwing, and what might happen were he not being wildly unsubtle about throwing

i can write essays on this fic it makes me feel insane. i HAVE written an essay on it already just recently. tbh, this fic itself IS an essay written for the purpose of analyzing the penultimate third life scene. i have and could and will write more essays on the penultimate third life. this is all i have to say to avoid making this a 1k word post

i think i did what i wanted to pretty well? it was sort of confusing, by virtue of trying to talk about a point your viewpoint character won’t acknowledge, but it was a fun piece over all

missing or obstructed

(Oct-present, 6.3k, 3L, ongoing) (link) 

post third life fic but only grian and ren remember, featuring so many sleep/dreaming metaphors, because i lucid dream and have insomnia and it does a lot to me as a person

missing or obstructed has 14.7k words written but i havent fuckin posted most of it bc i got derailed by lamplight. missing i am so sorry i miss you so much but youve been obstructed. i am really excited for how the rest of this goes but i think i have to finish and completely exorcize lamplight from my head before i can go back to it in earnest. i DID post another chapter at 10pm yesterday so i had more of it to include in this wordcount tho,

missing or obstructed has been a lot of fun to write bc i lvoe stupid metaphors. it has sucked to write because it’s forced me to come up with worldbuilding shit for the watchers which has been so much more difficult than i thought. it’s been fun again cuz i love worldbuilding. it’ll be super fun when i finish the current scene i’m sitting and get to introduce martyn pov. i lvoe writing Martyn pov

Lamplight AU

(Nov-present, 20k, 3L/LL, series) (link)

renchanting dnd au. i put ren in a lantern. what else do you need

wadda hell. 

i cannot even begin to like--lamplight was literally supposed to be just 20 Questions and thats it, i wasn’t going to write more, but people liked it so much that i was like “sure, i’ll write a bit more” and you guys have been??? so kind. the amount of enthusiasm this fic has received thru kind tags/comments, asks and interest, and even art??? is equal parts deeply humbling and also incredibly likely to give me a god complex. this fic has been so much fun to write and my readers are the whole reason, i cant wait to show you what i have in store for the rest of it

six sentence sunday challenge

i also started a challenge back at the end of march of this year over on @driflew called Six Sentence Sunday. the rules are simple: every sunday, post six sentences you wrote that week.

i didn’t make it every week, but i made it a great deal of them. on occasion, i even posted 12 sentences the week after missing my six, meaning some weeks counted for two.

my six sentence sunday tag on that blog has 28 posts from the year! considering there’s only 52 weeks in a year, i started three months late, and a few of those weeks are actually two, i feel pretty good about the amount of weeks i made. not every week, but basically any week i didn’t have a good excuse not to complete my six sentences. it kept me writing all year, if only a little bit at a time, and i’ll be keeping up with it for sure!

to finish out,

i passed my writing amount from last year (25k) by over 10k words! my total number for this year doesnt even count the 7k or so from missing or obstructed i havent posted, plus an uncounted few hundred words of unposted snippets for lamplight. i’m really happy with everything i’ve done this year! 

which… this year i wrote and posted 37,800+ words! 

thank you to everyone who has supported my writing all year, as always, it means the world to me. happy birthday to me, and thank you to you for reading! 

(birthday wishes and/or reblogs appreciated!)

[bountyhaunter]

TIMING: Recent. LOCATION: The 3 Daggers. WARNINGS: N/A. SUMMARY: Daiyu comes to cash in on a bounty.

The door to The 3 Daggers slammed shut behind her, the cold winter wind pushing the wood close for Daiyu like it was some kind of favor it was doing her. She paid it little mind, pushing into the warm space with a duffel bag slung over her shoulder, bits of snow shedding from her hiking boots. Her eyes flicked around the place, trying to gauge if there was a familiar face here and, if so, that were to pose a potential problem.

Stanson (first name forgotten by her chaotic mind) she did recognize, and she slumped down on a chair at his bar, the bag crashing on a chair next to her. 

“What can I get ya?” He sounded vaguely like his brother, though that could just be her fantasy filling in the gaps — the camps had been a long time ago, and it wasn’t like Daiyu remembered particularly much of her childhood. Camp had been a reprieve, though, that much was certain.

Daiyu looked up at the owner as she started to shrug off her jacket. “Cherry coke.” The jacket, too, was disposed on the chair, one leg pulled up to the chair. “And a bowl of peanuts? You’ve got those, don’t ya? I always love ‘em.”

She was quite hungry, after all. Her hunt had taken a long time, and though she’d brought a fair amount of snacks to keep herself satiated, it hadn’t quite been enough. She’d tracked the Ahuizotl for most of the day, keeping a close eye on the forests around her as she familiarized herself with the new area. And then, once she’d tried to confuse it by imitating it, everything had gone awry. The Ahuizotl had not fallen for it, as her imitation had been followed by a burst of laughter at her own attempt and well, it had gotten what she had interpreted as offended.

One (or three) struggles later and here she sat, its head in her duffel bag and her eyes on the bounty she could check off her mental to-do list. 

A cherry coke and bowl of peanuts appeared in front of her face soon enough and Daiyu grinned up. “Appreciated.” She was quick to dig in, shoveling a few peanuts into her mouth and washing them away with fizzing coke.

“What’s in the bag, then?,” Stanson asked, just as Daiyu was about to go off on a tangent.

“Do you mind if I take off my boots? My feet got wet and — oh, yes, that, it’s –” She pointed at the bounty on the board not too far off from the bar. “That little bastard. He got my feet all wet, is what I’m saying. Fuckin’ freezing, this time of year, but at least he won’t be able to get any of those little kids who go ice skating, hm?” 

Stanson gestured as if to say sure, in regards to her question. “It’s the same one, then?”

“Yeah, shit, of course it is. Checked its markings and all. Got it right here — are you the guy who I talk to for payment, or like …” She squinted at the bounty. Sometimes she did forget to check who she was supposed to go to for payment until after the fact. This had led to her fulfilling some bounties of by-then deceased clients. Always a bit awkward. 

She disappeared behind the bar, untying her shoes and hanging her socks to dry over the little footrest of her barstool. Popping back up, she’d completely missed what the other had said. “Anyway! I got it right here with me. Sorry about the feet.” She wasn’t sorry. 

“All good. Should stock some socks here if you’re gonna keep doing this though,” he said, which elicited a burst of laughter from Daiyu. “I’ll contact the person who posted the bounty — but not until I see.” 

Easy. Daiyu didn’t mind a bit of showing off, and so she pushed her coat aside (which fell onto the ground, where it would stay for at least an hour) and opened the bag, pulling out the severed head of the Ahuizotl and placing it on the bar, right next to her peanuts. It didn’t ruin her appetite. Very little did. “There ya go.”

[choiscore]

moc ch. 49: a collection of random notes

to @hongism 💌

hi caly! <3 this is anon 🧸 speaking.

today i’m trying something new. im reading the new chapter and annotating every thought i have while doing it so that nothing that i want to say has the CHANCE to be forgotten. this will be LONNNNG. im sorry but it’s what you deserve (in a positive way ofc). so if like there’s a plot twist or something that’ll shake me to my core further down the chapter, im not there yet. that’s why i sound calm. i’ve not started reading yet, that’s the actually the reason im calm at all! now let’s start <3 you’re in for a ride my beloved im sorry in advance.

also i was obviously inspired to do this by @marknee’s post but my thoughts aren’t nearly as articulate and detailed as theirs. this is real this is me 🧍‍♀️ my rambling wouldn’t fit in one or two or even three asks

the first scene with mingi was funny. it’s a first to see him relaxed like this. he cracked a joke AND smiled??? groundbreaking. i love his dynamic with mc and w everyone in the crew tbh. i feel like he has so much to show us yet!!

nightingale. oof, the part where he asks if mc was in bed with san when he told her about him was a low blow. and nightingale implying that san could be lying…. i know you said he’s being more sincere than we think but i can’t help being suspicious of him :-( i love my baby but he IS SUS. also i picture nightingale looking something like a cyborg with the glowing eye is that weird? i dig his look 😎 also we all know that san did some really bad stuff in the past and he’s dangerous dangerous but id really love to see him lose it. just truly be the scourge’s dog. but preferably away from any of the crew members please.

“What if he asks San to kill next time? Then what?” uh this seems like it’s foreshadowing something. i wasn’t that serious CALY IM SCARED

“I did too, at one point. Until San asked to take me to the brig one day. Even when I was fully in the mouth of a monster, I did not feel it. Not until he clamped his jaw down around me.” yeah san scares me im scared of what he’s capable of im shaking in my boots rn but at the same time it’s kinda attractive ngl i just don’t want him to hurt anyone we love!!!! 😭

“You wish to know the ins and outs of how things turned out the way they did if only to know how to avoid the same fate for yourself later down the line.” she is smart yeah that’s what im talking about!!! sick curiosity + being kinda scared + the need/want to feel safe is something i’ll never get tired of. i think it’s human nature to be attracted to extreme experiences and concepts that like push the limits of everything you’ve ever known while also knowing that you’ll never be the same if you really go after those things. that’s part of being alive ;-)

“[…] I climbed over her dead body and I reached into that man’s chest to break it open and squeeze the life of his heart.” is this the same thing she did to the security guard or like she literally opened his chest up? 👁️

fuck san and mc have a lot in common don’t they. they’re both so powerful and dangerous but at the same time they seem so afraid of what they’re capable of… i mean i don’t know if san truly is, but some part of me feels like he’s scared he can lose control and hurt someone he loves… on the other hand, i don’t know if mc knows the true extent of her powers and that >is< scary.

i LOVE jongho and mc’s relationship. they’re one of my favorites my babies i love them!!! not luca giving them 1 (one) chocolate whdnshxhqvdba cute!!! / “Yes, I’ll see you later, woman! We fuckin’ live together, it’s not like you’re going off to war,” i love them i do!!!!

“No, but Vida in general is nothing pleasant.” this is funny because vida in portuguese means life. yeah jongho life is nothing pleasant sometimes you’re right…. also why did you choose this name, caly? im so interested in moc lore 🥸

not san being a fucking menace and scaring jongho??? i can see him standing in the dark staring at poor jongho hiding in his little corner like 🧍‍♂️ also im so intrigued by san and hongjoong’s relationship. he has the same authority as seonghwa, huh? interesting. kinda terrifying. is san scared of hongjoong? 🤔

hongjoong is so petty oh my godddddhhgg i know he’s like that in real life too. changing the course of the ship to somewhere else bc jongho wanted to get off at the next stop? petty bitch

“You’re making a home in a house that does not belong to you, though that is not entirely your fault. San has let you in. Now Nightingale has pulled up a chair for you at the table. I suppose all that’s left is for either Hongjoong or myself to open all the closet doors so that the skeletons can fall out.” it’s not like i haven’t told you this before, but im in LOVE with your writing caly. i don’t have enough vocabulary for this but i could read whatever you write forever. this snippet in particular is so cool, the house metaphor… I love it!

“Did you only fuck me because it reminded you of Hongjoong?” oh fuck here we go im grabbing my popcorn. oh my god mc is going for hwa’s throat but she’s SO RIGHT slay queen / “You were never after anything more than sex but you hoped it would change things?” oop 🫣 he caught her there i’ll say that

jfc how did they start ripping each other apart so quickly the tension snapped in like a second??? also hwa pointing that mc hates hongjoong so much that she considers anyone that cares about him idiots… i mean. i sincerely cannot believe that anyone likes him for the person he is. the captain is not a good person. yes i love him, i do, but he’s goddamn awful. my point being that those who care about him only do because, like hwa said, he gave the crew a safe space AND he manipulated those around him because he has that power. they care about joong because they have to, it’s a safety measure… / “When your hatred turns to infatuation, I’ll be sure to tell you all the ways in which Hongjoong has orchestrated the destruction of your psyche since your arrival here.” I AM ABSOLUTELY SCREAMING / mc is so mad that hwa is implying that she wants hongjoong i can’t wait to see where this takes us i’d pay to see them together djahsnshqvvsbabsjab?-!:!/$/!

“Take a long hard look at yourself, Y/n. A woman who was just on her knees before me. Pliant, obedient, with no control to call her own. Isn’t that where you belong, Y/n? My pretty weapon, my pretty Siren, my pretty treasure.” wow this whole scene w hongjoong. i held my breath the entire time jesus christ it was so INTENSE i don’t even know what to say, my thoughts are still processing. hongjoong is truly worthy of the scourge title, i could feel his madness and the humiliation mc was feeling through the screen…

hoooo okay. why do i feel like san is trying to manipulate mc with sex? with the lovely words and touches just like nightingale said? it doesn’t sit well with me the way he started to eat her out while she was crying, it truly doesn’t…. and not her seeing hongjoong while she’s with san??? this is so twisted oh my god

SAN CALLING HER MY TREASURE WAS SO FUCKING INTENTIONAL AND THE WAY HE KNEW HONGJOONG WAS GOING TO MAKE HER HIS LEFT HAND FOR THE MISSION CALY HE KNOWS EVERYTHING HE DOES!!!!! fuck i don’t trust san AT ALL he probably knows about what hongjoong did to mc and he’s trying to excuse everything his beloved captain does!!! fucking scourge!!!!

ugh caly this was a ride i feel like crying bc i missed moc so much! it’s always such a pleasure to wait and read what that beautiful brain of yours comes up with!!! it’s always worth it. thank you so much for sharing this absolute gem of a story with us. 💗 can’t wait for the interim!

[thenervousmedic]

Here's another quick Cyberpunk oneshot

Back on my bullshit.

Only just under 1k words, just a lil snippet.

'Caught in the mirror'

(Vee and her brain hitchhiker have a brief encounter with a mirror... she doesn't look quite as he expected.)

A bit angsty, TW mentions of scarring and in depth descriptions of said scars.

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There were agreements in place, even unspoken ones which seemed to evolve naturally as time went on, but despite all that some things were inevitable. Vee’s clothes slipped off carefully one by one, all the while she avoided looking down as if it were just another part of the routine. That is… until she catches a brief glimpse of herself in the mirror. The flinching wasn’t the worst part, it was that subtle buzzing sound that signalled Johnny’s arrival in the front of her brain. “Johnny, not in the bathroom, I want to shower-” She complained, only to be swiftly cut off from continuing.

“Look in the mirror.” The demand made her cringe, gritting her teeth at the firm ‘I’m not joking’ tone he’d taken almost instantly on arrival. “I really-” “Vee. Look. In the goddamn mirror.” Johnny repeated, firmer this time though notably not unkind. More… Stressed? Tense? Something that confused the both of them in their shared headspace, taking in everything as her eyes flicked from the sink to the display and back down repeatedly. There were a lot of things he could say, but right now his mouth felt as though it had run dry and he wasn't entirely sure if those nerves were Vee’s or his own.

The image of her pale skin leant over the rim of the sink wouldn’t be soon leaving his thoughts. It wasn’t the subtle freckles, the sickly pale colour, or even the more private zones of her anatomy on display that kept his attention. It was the scars. Not like the little nicks and lines across her hands and arms that he’d caught on passing glance. Not like the few blemishes around the rim of her cyberware. There were too many to really count, some more visible than others, but the most noticeable were extensive to the point where Johnny had to wonder how she’d even survived such trauma. They sat as angry red marks along her skin, like windows into the damaged tissue beneath. A thick V-shape stretched between her collarbones like a grim necklace, dipping below her sternum at the bottom point, the edges pinched and stretched as though it had been caused by some kind of high-speed impact to the chest. A subtle indented line through the centre of it marked where whatever wound used to be there had been just barely stitched shut. Then there were the scratches. At least that’s what he would describe them as. Three long ragged lines cut into the flesh in a way that implied whatever had torn its way through her body wasn’t as sharp as maybe it should be. They started, or ended rather, down by her gut. Dragging winding lines up around the left side of her torso to curl around to her back. He couldn’t see the rest, not from this angle, but judging by the incessant itching that sometimes plagued Vee’s left side he had to guess it reached all the way up to her scapula. What he could see, however, was the way every rib the ‘healed’ gashes passed over had a harsh valley where the skin was forced to bridge the gap between the broken segments of the ribcage that had been splintered and never got to reconnect. “Fuckin’ hell, V…”

The thin glowing rim of her optics spun slightly as she watched the face in the mirror glare at her. As if catching her own reflection had been an act of violence and she was now staring down a potential threat. “I don’t want your pity,” she hissed, uncharacteristically hostile toward the digital parasite riding shotgun in her brain, the sudden flush of anger quickly fizzling back out like a distant firework “I just… want to take a shower.”

He could tell she didn’t want to talk about this, about any of it, even if at some point they both knew there’d be a high chance he’d relive whatever fragmented memory she had of getting these scars. Still, the questions rose and sat at the tip of his tongue like bullets in a chamber. “Just wanna know one thing.” A lie and they both knew it, but if she wasn’t open to talking he’d at least narrow it down to just the one. “What do you see?”

That caught her a little off guard, expression softening if only a little back to the round and deceptively innocent appearance it leaned into when she relaxed. “See?” she echoed back confusedly, blinking while turning to look at where his hologram was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Nodding back at the mirror as an instruction to keep her eyes on that and not him. “... A problem. A risk. A weapon. A mistake.” “A survivor.” He corrects firmly, glitching across the room to place a hand briefly on her shoulder before disappearing entirely. The strange warmth that word left behind made her lip quiver. Nodding once or twice as she took a sharp steadying breath and stood straight from leaning on the cold counter. “... A survivor.”

[absolutelyinlove]

let's talk: canon events! how'd you get into the dream team? what brought you to dtblr?

oh god ok my like. origin story of how i started watching dteam is insanely convoluted so i’m going to put it under the cut and like. to preface i just need u to know i’ve never been normal about anything in my life like i am so completely incapable of having passive interests. that is really crucial to understand

ok. So. basically i’ve always been super into mcyt content, i was a Massive cube smp + cube uhc stan back when that was a thing, i was like. 12-14 at the time but i was on stan twitter, wrote rpf on wattpad, experienced the severe trauma of ccs i wrote about Finding my fic and talking about it very publicly. The whole experience. and then when cube smp started to die my overall mcyt interest heavily faded, i’ve still always been incredibly fixated on minecraft itself i used to be super into uhc and other competitive gamemodes but in terms of actually watching content creators that was like. something that kinda faded in and out i’d go through long phases of watching nothing at all sometimes for entire years then randomly get slapped by nostalgia and fall back into it and rewatch old series’, etc.

but anyway. i had other interests, i had a different main fandom, i was still on stan twitter (kpop twitter to be specific) when dream rly started blowing up and. All i ever heard abt him was negative. because i was. on kpop twitter where like everyone was just excited there was a New Most Hated Fandom on the internet so he was an extremely common punching bag and i just Solely knew of him in a negative light and i’d never actually watched him to form my own opinions because (and this sounds so absurd) i also had this very irrational Jealousy toward the like. “new wave” of mcyt stans in 2019-2020 because suddenly it was a COMMON mainstream fandom and it ABSOLUTELY WASNT back when /i/ was a teenager and at my peak obsession so therefore all i felt was very misplaced dislike because How come this massive fanbase wasn’t around when this was My interest ? anyway.

Then like. sometime still in 2020 ? my irl friend sent me a manhunt and was like u NEED to watch this (because all my irls know i am. Very abnormal about competitive minecraft content) and i was like. Huh is it time for me to finally watch this dream guy. and i watched it and well it was very inevitable i got hooked because manhunt is soooo comedically perfect in terms of how me-catered it is, it is Literally everything i could ever ask for in terms of youtube content so it was absolutely over for me and i binged the entire series over the course of like. a week. and at first i really did think i would just be a passive youtube fan, because again. all i’d ever heard about dream was that he was a Bad Person and therefore i really did Try not to get invested beyond just thinking the videos were good but ofc as soon as i finished watching every manhunt that was out at the time i moved onto other dteam videos and i just fell reallyyyyy really in love with their dynamic and it was like. MAN! i had to accept i was growing attached and i Wanted to know more abt them at this point. i watched every single video on dream’s channel by the time i accepted Okay im in too deep now i want to know more.

this is the part that is going to make me sound incredibly fuckin g crazy so i need u to just hear me out. so i started googling dream and looking at the dsmp wiki (because as a youtube-only viewer i knew Nothing about dsmp other than people on my side of twitter hating it) and i was so surprised to realize hbomb was a member i’m crying because i knew him from CUBE SMP!!!!!!! i was like whta the fuck. now i feel Obligated to care like this is my Past combining with the present… it’s like fate… so then. naturally. i Looked up like. Reasons Dream Is Problematic threads on twitter. because i was like if im going to do this i need to know what exactly i am going into here i want to know why this dude is so hated and i unironically went through every single thread and callout post i could find, looking at Every reason someone gave for hating him then looking up the original clip with full context and watching it for myself so i could make my own judgement of it and also looking into how he responded and that was how i realized Oh like 87% of this is exaggerated and the stuff that’s true is either kind of nothing or he seems to be trying to do better. And that was how i decided. He is just some guy who seems very well-meaning and is making efforts to Grow and Now i can allow myself to . watch his stream vods? i know ho w crazy this sounds im crying but u need to understand i genuinely waited to watch any vods and grow attached to his content in a non-casual way until after i was SURE no secret horrible misdeeds were going to catch me off guard and i’d realize i didn’t actually want to support him i’m fucking crying

and then naturally ijust got incredibly fixated on mcc when i discovered That and that was what led me to watching a ton of other streamers, i was never super into dsmp but i Did get very into watching non-lore dsmp vods and just. tons of vods in general. i got severely fixated on mcsr around this time too which was awesome until it Wasn’t and i made a lurker account on twitter like literally a priv with 0 followers where i only followed ccs because i didn’t want to follow them from my acct with all my kpoptwt mutuals and get Called a freak for supporting dream. i also kept up very closely with any drama/situations involving dream even before being on dttwt in any capacity because again. i just like to have full context for everything so this was like. when i was unfortunately a very active dwt2 user because that was mostly how i stayed in the loop with things and tbf at the time it was actually a pretty good place for nuanced discussion this was before it got terribly unbearable but. Yeah. i started reading heat waves “ironically” while it was ongoing like i was reading it bookclub-style with my dranti friends and pretending i knew nothing abt dream or george outside the context of the fic (I AM TERRIBLE) but i ended up getting curious about what other fics were out there and that was how i started reading dnf earnestly.

i didn’t start writing until wayyyyy later after i came out of the dream stan closet to my friend reyna (still the only one of my kpoptwt-era friends who knows i am. the way that i am) in like. mid 2021? and i got them invested in dteam too and then in december 2021 we made our ao3s + new twitter accts together and both started writing fics

as for dtblr in specific i am relatively new here i guess ! i have been a long time lurker as i’ve always preferred tumblr for fandom discussion compared to twitter but i was always too shy to actually make my own account andddd because i started on twitter and had exclusively used twitter in my previous fandom it just like. Came more naturally to me and it’s so good for fic promo i just. Accepted it. but then after october several of my friends and like at least half of my mutuals at the time all became antis and once i was back to feeling. normal about consuming fandom content in like late october early november i desperately wanted to have a place where i wasn’t being made to feel GUILTY constantly so i finally made an acct over here so i’d have at least one space where i could Talk Freely about fandom things without expecting 10 people to tell me to kms for it. (don’t worry i eventually did finally make a new priv and i’m no longer held hostage by ex-stan mutuals on twitter but it was ROUGH at the time like so many of my friends have told me they assumed i’d just lost most of my interest and was only still in the fandom for the sake of writing because i never talked abt anything anymore for so long IT WAS BAD I JUST FELT SILENCED but im free now i promise) so yeah.

but don’t worry now i am here less out of “i have nowhere else to go” necessity and actually just because i Do enjoy it and i prefer it immensely to maintwt i am so content now with basically solely talking abt fandom things here and on my privtwt and just using main for fic talk life is beautiful !

sorry this is really fucking absurdly long i am so normal

[another-random-object-show]

AROS: S1E3

FreeDraw

House sat down near the stairs to the entrance of the Chamber of Lava from the First Episode, He then heard something like… smooching?

House looks around, before asking out— “...hello??”

Outcomes Heart and Star, both giggling. “Right, right, like, hi!” Heart told House. Lightning immediately pushed House aside and came flying over to ask— “Hiii Hearty-Heart!! What’s up??” Lightning asked. “Besides my… desires, Star has a special team announcement~!” Star nodded, then stood atop the topmost step of the stairway. “FREAKS!” He said, summoning Penta, Triangula, and Flower, some of whom slightly groaned. “It is to my desire that I ANNOUNCE!” Star shouted: “HEART! Is your Team CO-LEADER! and now! MY BELOVED!” Star dictated for everyone to clap.

Only Penta and House followed the order, with Triangula hesitantly agreeing to do so by clapping slowly.

“Ohmygosh, I’m so happy for you!! Oh! When can we hang out?” Lightning asked Heart. “Hang out? Oh, honey! I’ll be with Starry—”

“WHERE?!” Star panicked upon hearing the name “Starry”.

“...Star, not you!” Heart continued, holding onto Star closely. “Oh, I know— just, when do you… y’know… stop?” Lightning asked. “Mmm… never…” Heart replied, still snuggling Star in front of Lightning, as House, Penta, Triangula and Flower left. “..oh… ok… well, uhm, see you!” Lightning said, flying away, her feelings in a shamble.

“Ehhh… yaayyyy…?” Exclamation Mark said, stumbling onto the announcement.

“What do you mean JUST yayyyy…? , hm?” Heart now side-eyes Exclamation Mark. “Yeah, what about us, Loud-Sound?” Star said, scowling at Exclamation Mark. “N-nothing!” Exclamation Mark said, before rushing off.

“Fuckin’ freak.” Star growled, before holding Heart again, Period looked at them, before cringing, walking over to Comedy and Tragedy, and saying— “They act like a Highschool Couple.”

Comedy laughed, while Tragedy looked over and cringed with Period. “OHMYGOODNESS, YOU ARE HILARIOUS! OH! OHHH! HOHO!!” Comedy wiped a tear from his mask. “Truly. Though, he's also factual… they act… erm… interesting-ly…” Tragedy said. “Yeah, couldn't be us!” Period said. “Yeah.” Tragedy replied, being cuddled violently by Comedy.

Starry started over at Lunartic, before a hand came to her shoulder.

ALL YOUR FAULT. YOU DID THIS. YOU UNDESERVING, FILTHY RAT—

“Hey, are you alright?” House asked. “...sorry, just… you seem to be disassociating. Frequently.” House said. “...I’m… I feel…” Starry stuttered, but House completed her. “like everything is out of your control, and no matter what you do or say, everything will come crashing down on you one day— so what’s the point?” House said, Starry stared, resulting in House almost speaking before Starry confirmed— “Yes… exactly. That's…” She sighed. “I need to get back in touch with some people… especially to get them away from someone who I know is dangerous.” Starry told House. “...y’know, being a living House, sometimes having people inhabit me, trust me, there's been about… 6? people inhabiting me before all of this? …I’ve seen alot. Both Healthy, and Abusive.” House told Starry. “...and I can tell you, that guy… he’s… a monster. He’s somehow all 3 of my former ABUSIVE residents as one person. He abuses physically, mentally, AND emotionally.” House told Starry, causing her to gasp. “...and no, it’s not your fault. No matter what you do, it wouldn't have changed anything.” House sighs. “What you CAN do though… is take that first leap.” House took his hand off Starry’s shoulder, then told her… “Be the Cowboy.” Starry starred as he walked off, before taking a deep breath, and nodding.

Lightning stared at Heart and Star, before turning around to go towards the other contestants. Try to make friends. “Like, Hi Cloud-sicle!” Lightning said to Cloudy. “Hm? Oh. Greetings.” Lightning then tried to talk about fashion. “So like, do you know of, like, any good brands? Maybe something Heart would—” Lightning was cut off by Cloudy shifting away. “...what?” Lightning asked. “...I think you could go for a Pink-Dye Treatment.” Cloudy said, before flying away from Lightning. “Oh, like.. OK…” Lightning then swooshed over to Flower and Paperplates, then tried to speak, only for Flower to say— “Oh, uh… go away?” Lightning then frowned, and lowered to Flower, before asking— “wait, why?” Flower then told her: “You're part of a clique that targets people based purely off if you like them, and the only reason House and Penta didn't vote with me and Triangula is because they were too scared, and thus followed along.” Flower told Lightning. “Wait, YOU voted for my BFFFL?!” Lightning said, angrily. “and another thing, listen— I think you CAN be good, you can be SWEET, but you act like THIS!” Flower told Lightning, who yelled: “I don’t need your OPINION!” before flying over to Mime and Moony, only for Mime to transform into Heart and tell Lightning— “You’re a follower, and that’s what’s keeping YOU in MY game!” It said as Heart, before transforming back and slithering away. “I’M NOT! A! HIVE MINDED! FOLLOWER!” Lightning yelled. “I’M HER BEST FEMALE FRIEND FOREVER (in) LIFE!!” Lightning now screamed.

Just then, Lunartic had gotten fed up with Starry trying to apologize, flipped her off, before walking over to Moony and saying— “I’ll never understand why you want to forgive her, after all, she’s JUST a dumb bitch.” Ofcourse, Lightning heard that, thought it was referring to her and—

“JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Lightning screamed, now exploding into numerous volts of electricity, many of which struck other contestants, such as Hangman, Question Mark, Triangula, and Phantom, with the former being fried to death, while the latter shattered due to the immense energy intake.

“HEYHEYHEYHEY!” The Gourd announced. “LISTEN UP, CONTESTANTS!” He sighed. “We’ve all been so stressed and angry lately, and that's frankly NOT show-worthy. SO, here’s Today’s Challenge!” He snapped, spontaneously reviving Question Mark, Hangman, Phantom and Triangula, and sending everybody back to their team. “Your challenge is to make ANY form of media based around me! or just another Jack-O-Lantern in General! You have 30 minutes! GO!”

“What should we make for him?” Cloudy asked Comedy. “Just let Paperplates do it!” Comedy replied as Paperplates gave The Gourd a drawing. “Oh! Hey! How’d you know I could do THIS?” The Gourd asked Paperplates as suddenly, from her drawing, a Black Pumpkin, similar to Gourd appeared. They did a few spins before running off.

“The Masquerade is done! NOTE! Being DONE doesn't mean you’re SAFE! It just means you're DONE with the challenge!” The Gourd said.

“Huh. Interesting rule.” Hangman thought. “but it does make the game fair, since we still have a whole 28 minutes left.” Tragedy pointed out. “Can’t argue with that.” Hangman shrugged.

“Alright, so who’s drawing?” Flower queued. “Oh, well, obviously you get Lightning to do it! Trust me, she's gonna make him P-R-E-T-T-Y!” Heart said, giving Lightning a Pen and Paper. “Oh, yes I am, girlypop! He’ll look SOOOO cute!” Lightning got to drawing.

“Ohh, that looks so cute!!” Sunny said about Team FUN’s Project. “It… actually is kinda endearing. In a terrifying way.” Exclamation Mark said. “It’s a PLUSHIE. Leave Moony be.” Period said, sitting atop Exclamation Mark’s Head.

28 minutes later and…

“TIME’S UP!” The Gourd had announced as Lightning and House, alongside Moony, submitted their works.

“The way this will work is SIMPLE. I will look at the media you have made, then rate it on a 3-charter scale. So long as you are not placed as the WORST of the 3 artworks, your team is SAFE.” The Gourd said, now reviewing the first art. “FIRST! I will rate The Masquerade’s drawing of another pumpkin a… Middle. It was good! I liked it, I really did! It's just that—” The Gourd now SQUEEZED his own plushie. “TEAM FUN MADE THIS REALLY COOL PLUSH OF ME AND I HAVE NEVER BEEN SEEN AS CUTE BEFORE SO THIS MEANS ALOT TO ME, SORRY—!!” He ranted, before deeply inhaling and exhaling. “However, it’s now time for me to look at Team “What?”’s art.” The Gourd said, picking up Lightning's Art. “...I… erm…” The Gourd coughed.

“Team “What?",I understand you guys LIKE me but… what is this?” He held up the drawing of a Yassified Pumpkin.

“It’s you, but as a baddie! Cause me an Heart are Baddies!” Lightning enthusiastically said, with Heart side-eyeing away from her.

“...I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I’m sorry, this is.. just… no.” The Gourd placed Team “What?”’s tag in last place, making them… UP FOR ELIMINATION.

OMG, OMG, this is terrible! Like, who do we vot for?!” Lightning said to Heart, only fo her to—

“SHUT UP! I’m THINKING, for fuck’s sake! YOU CAN’T SEE THAT?!” Heart lashed at Lightning.

“...sorry…” Lightning flew away, with Star turning to Heart to say… “You don't NEED her, when you have ME! C’mon, let's get her out.” Star proclaimed. Heart immediately said— “Ohmygosh, it's like you're reading my mind! I WAS GONNA DO THAT ALREADY!” Heart dropped her act, agreeing with Star, before she called for The Gourd to start…

“TEAM “WHAT?”, you’ve done it AGAIN!” The Gourd proclaimed. “You should already know the process! Get in the booth!”

IN THE BOOTH…

Star and Heart vote and sway Penta and House into collectively voting one person…

Lightning.

“This is what you GET for messing with my BFFFL!” Lightning SLAMS Flower’s VOTE Button.

As usual, the rest of the team voted against Heart.

“VOTES HAVE BEEN READ!” The Gourd annouces.

“First vote…

Heart.”

Heart sneers at Penta, House, Triangula, and Flower.

“Second vote…

Heart.”

Heart files her nails.

“Third Vote…

Flower.”

“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR VOTING ON MY BFFL!” Lightning yelled at Flower.

“Gasp! So you were useful…!” Heart gasped fakely.

“Fourth Vote…

Lightning.”

“...one last time.” She continues filing her nails.

“...huh? I thought we were BFFFLs?” Lightning seemed confused.

“Fifth Vote…

Lightning.”

“That’s until I came in, you’ve been RE-PLACED.” Star said, with Heart nodding.

“b-but… your her boyfriend…” Lightning said.

“Sixth Vote…

Lightning.”

“Ohmygosh, you’re not getting it!” Heart said.

“Getting what?”

“Seventh Vote…

Lightning.”

“Oh. My God, you’re seriously THIS fucking dull? GUESS WHAT?!”

“We’re still friends, right—?!” Lightning said.

“THE ELIMINATED CONTESTANT IS LIGHTNING.”

“WE’RE NOT FRIENDS ANYMORE!” Heart yelled at Lightning.

Lightning stares in shock.

“Tsk, you’re a BIMBO, a dumb, moronic, and sheepish BIMBO.” Heart files her nails. “I’m a slut. I KNOW people, and their wants. Learn the difference.” Heart said, waving Lightning off.

Lightning then turned into a strike of lightning, gone in an instant.

…and it began raining, almost as if it was her. Crying.

The Gourd opens an umbrella and says— “That’s it for this episode! Tune in next time for MORE!” The Elimination Ceremony’s Lights go out after a strike of thunder.

END.

AROS was written by TheWiseGuest.

All characters' voices, present or not, were acted out by L. Alberto S.

FIN.

“Ohmygosh! My deepest desire?!” Lightning grips the flyer. “I won’t have to die alone!” She flies onwards, towards the location.

[zeezenfrozen]

Beginning of Dream Journal:

My dreams are often long and extremely complicated for some fuckin’ reason, so I’m just gonna start writing them. These are all real, and sometimes my body will react to them depending on the stuff that happens to me. I have experienced tastes, sounds, and actual physical pain or contact with my body in these dreams and have even woken up still hearing these sounds. It’s weird, but I hope they make good stories.

Monday, August 22nd, 2022 // Woke up at 2:40am

During the second trip, one of my friends kept asking if someone wanted to watch a movie with them. They asked at least five times before I said yes (I was doing something beforehand, probably writing.) We go into a different room where there’s less volume and they find the movie they want to watch, which is a late 70’s animated film about this orange little cat that I'm gonna call “Meowmy”.

They're like, “This movie is so good, it made me cry.” And I'm interested because I also enjoy media that makes me cry. So, we start the movie and my vision shifts from staring at the screen to nothing but the screen (Picture you were turning a youtube video to fullscreen.)  Meowmy is making their way down a dirt path in a softly lit grove, swaying their tail to the non-diegetic music like a normal cartoon would. After a bit they look at a small hole in the ground near a tree, gazing into it to only see nothing. They’re leaning pretty far which makes the leaf that touches their head the thing to push them down (cartoony stuff). There’s a sequence where they fall but conveniently land in a small bushel of leaves at the bottom, completely unscathed. Meowmy begins to scan their surroundings, and finds a shiny, silver door that’s to the right of them. As a curious cat, they manage to open the door and see what’s inside. 

The vision shifts from being a third person view to first person and the height is that of an average woman (5 '5, so I guess I became myself?) Inside the room is a tall figure with black and white clown facepaint who extends his hand as soon as I step into the room. They say something like, “Come, my child. Join a world of mischief and madness.” and since the door behind me is now gone, I’m forced to join him.

The next room is weird. It has a pillar in the middle with a single woman in clown makeup standing in the far right corner of the room, but as I start to walk she moves. I stop, she stops. I walk again, and she walks too. It’s only then I notice her sharpened nails, and for some reason I felt compelled to crouch walk which doesn’t alert her to my presence, so I figure that's her counter. After what feels like a tutorial level with her, the next room is filled with two more copies of her (Two on the left wall, one on the right which is base claw-woman. We’ll call her “Clawdeen”.) There’s two more levels with Clawdeen and her copies before I reach a save-point. 

There were some refreshments and someone that I think was another player in this weird game, and chatted him up. Their name was something “-izzy/izzie” I can’t remember what it was but they were sucked into the game as well and wanted to go home. We were there for about fifteen minutes, talking about how we didnt know how we got there and how fucking weird it was that we were here. They mentioned something about Meowmy, and as soon as I started to ask about them we were told to leave the save-room; wished each other good luck and headed on our way.

The next room was much different. I started off crouch walking again and peeked my head around one of the various boxes around the room. Pacing back and forth was a man (with clown paint as well) with a scalpel at the ready. He could see and hear, which was a step up from Clawdeen by a significant margin (We’re gonna call him CD for Clown Doctor.) I manage to make it halfway before he sees me, runs up and prepares to lunge at me with an audio cue of “This is gonna be fun” playing as he does so. When he catches you with the charged attack, you have the ability to hold him off by catching his wrists and winning a struggle but I got a verbal warning as I managed to avoid his gaze again, “Your strength will weaken if I do that a couple of times. Then, you’re mine.” So, I figured I had three chances in total.

I deal with him once, then arrive at the next save room to see Izzie standing there with a coffee in their hand and a smile on their face. We talked some more and they mentioned how fucking creepy the CD was and how they nearly lost the struggle twice. They were thin, so I figured that the struggle may have been hard for them and we worked on dealing with the attacks in case they were spotted again. After a moment of calm, we head on our way.

The view shifts back to third person and we see Meowmy on the surface walking again but much more cautious. Their tail still sways to the upbeat music, but they’re scanning left and right to watch for any more holes, only to step into another. Meowmy tries to climb but they’re stuck, meowing for help which grabs the attention of a local woodsman who reaches for them only to watch in horror as they lose their grip and fall back down. They bounce off of these rubbery trees and land at the bottom of the hole again, but this time there's a golden door. Inside that golden door is a room that’s styled to be an attraction at a carnival, with a cardboard cutout of the tall figure motioning towards the entrance and a prompt appearing that says:

Pay for the ride / Don’t pay for the ride

I didn’t pay and went to the left room where the environment shifted to a yellow lit room with several voices overlapping. I take a peak and there’s two Clawdeens, one Doctor Clown, and a new figure that I hadn’t dealt with. They turn around and their mouth and eyes are filled with something that looks like silly string or the tied rainbow cloth that clowns pull out of their pockets. Their clothes were casual, completely different from every enemy I’ve seen up until this point, and after a bit of thinking and hearing their voice as they mumble something it clicks; That’s Izzy/Izzie. They were caught by the doctor and completely stuffed with the string/cloth. There’s faint crying sounds from her, and they’re trembling as they shamble around, whispering something about laughing and how much fun they’re having. The room is difficult to get through, and after two instances of fighting off CD I make a break for the door to the next room and make it to the next save-room. A small leaderboard pops up next to me, telling me that I could have avoided this encounter by paying for the ride but rewarding me with an item to stun CD before he could do his lunge attack.

Then I woke up. I have not gone back to sleep since.

[primofate]

Genshin [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] What it’s like to be their manager Headcanons

Note: I think a lot of people misunderstand the role of the manager XD It’s not that the whole team is dating you. It’s that the whole team treats you like their family/sister. So you’d better bet that all of them are gunna be hella protective of you XD

Scenario: What do you do for the team and what do they do for you? :D

Warnings: not proofread, fluffy, might have some swear words, platonic relationships

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Tartaglia, Kazuha, Xiao, Tohma, reader as the team manager

Other works in the Volleyball Team AU Series: Click Here

Genshin Volleyball Team manager

It’s just fuckin’ chaos

On your first day you’re already bombarded with questions by Tartaglia and Kaeya

“So which class are you?” “What’s your height?” “Are you single?”

Captain Zhongli just cannot be bothered to reign them in anymore.

So Vice Captain Diluc does it and grabs their collars. “You idiots, you’re scaring her off!”

Possibly Kazuha and Tohma are the ones you really try to rely on, on your first few weeks.

So how do you gain the trust of your team? Let’s start with each player shall we?

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

Zhongli is just handsome and mature. He’s strict and needs to be the pillar of the team. 

You’re intimidated by him the first few weeks and he just seems...a little far. He’s always so focused that you can’t seem to catch a moment to just chat with him.

There’s a day where you notice that his form is a little off, you suspect that he hurt his wrist a little. 

You fidget uncomfortably in the gym as they practice, but finally turn to the coach “U-Umm... The captain is... I mean! I’m not sure, but... I think he needs to take a rest,”

The coach calls for someone to substitute Zhongli and suddenly asks you to check on him.

“Huh?! Me?!” the coach pushes you towards him, and Zhongli is just looking at you quizzically, you can practically see the question mark on his face.

“C-Captain, d-do you need some bandages on your wrist?”

Zhongli is taken aback, but silently puts his right wrist out for you to wrap.

Only when you’re done tending to it does he look you in the eye and ask.

“How did you know?”

“...Because I always watch, and all I can do is watch. If I can’t even spot that out then I’m not a very good manager am I?”

Zhongli has a newfound respect for you. He thought you were just a meek and shy thing sitting around and passing them balls but he feels his heart swell that someone like you is seriously watching over them.

#2 Diluc (Vice Captain/Wing Spiker/Defense Specialist)

Diluc is probably the second hardest to get along with or break the ice with.

But he gradually warms up to you when he notices that he’s always the first one you pass a towel and water bottle to.

You’re not doing that on purpose, it’s just him who always comes up first.

After a few days he deliberately goes to you faster cause he always wants to be the one to receive a water bottle and towel from you first. Secretly a puppy.

The moment he realized that you were reliable was when you stayed behind to help him practice when everyone else went home already. 

You didn’t let up in your constant praise of “nice receive”, “great spike!” and “that’s so cool!” 

He thinks he saw stars in your eyes at some point.

“Hey, Diluc, it’s getting late, let’s leave some energy for tomorrow, yeah?” he could tell from your mannerisms that you were tired too, but you tried not to let it show on your face and still cleaned up with him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then!” you wave but you’re stopped by a quick. “No,” from him. You tilt your head in wonder and he just looks at you as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“It’s late, I’ll walk you home,”

#3 Kaeya (Middle Blocker)

You don’t have to impress this guy, anyone of the female gender impresses him.

lol jk

safe to say it’s not difficult to befriend Kaeya, just bring him a cheering squad and some food.

all jokes aside the way to this guy’s heart is through his stomach.

He’s not a particularly hungry person but there’s this one time he forgot to bring lunch. He was running late, or something of that sort, honestly not something new for him.

He ALSO didn’t bring money so he couldn’t eat food from the cafeteria.

Ask his friends for money you say? Tartaglia would go, “Haha no way!” Albedo would go, “Let this be a lesson for you,” his brother would go “Serves you right,”

By club time he’s famished and dramatic. “Guys, go on without me, this is as far as I go,” as he sprawls on the gym floor.

You ask if he’s okay and he doesn’t answer so Diluc is the one that answers for him. “He forgot his lunch, as always,”

You make a sound of understanding and the next thing you know you’re taking out a lunch box and Kaeya has lifted his head up, sensing food.

“I packed onigiri for everyone today, actually... In case someone was hungry. It’s not much but--”

Kaeya comes alive from the dead and clutches your hands to his chest. “Manager you really are an angel,”

Diluc jump kicks him away from you.

#4 Albedo (Setter)

You also don’t know how to approach this guy

He always looks mad or stoic or something. Like he’s always thinking about something.

He low key actually is always thinking about play strategies and how to set the ball better for his teammates.

You really do think he works so hard while the game is going on, so you decide to help him out a little bit.

You watch a few more of their games and somehow come up with a list of what kinds of sets are better for each different spiker in the team.

There’s surprise in his eyes when you pass the document to him and modestly exclaim “...but, it might not be accurate, since I’m not that experienced,”

He still nods and says “...It’s the thought that counts,” 

When he does read your report and try the techniques out he notices that it does hold some merit in it

Is amazed like how Zhongli is amazed. He thought you were just there to hand them bottles and cheer for them but he had never been so wrong as to what a manager’s role is.

Will trust you enough to ask you about his set performance.  

Will sometimes slam Kaeya with an insult. “Kaeya, your spike sense is horrid, Y/N can read the moves better than you,”

#5 Tartaglia (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

It’s not that he has a hard time trusting people but let’s just say he has the tendency to make you feel like he likes you but then he actually does that to everyone.

For example: He’ll throw compliments like “Oh that’s amazing Y/N!” but then back in the classroom you’ll hear him say “Oh that’s amazing!” to, like, every other person. 

That kinda disappoints you cause then the comment doesn’t really hold that much meaning to it if he keeps on saying it to others too.

He encounters a crisis mid year because this guy is just... he struggles with his grades. 

Captain Zhongli has told him he can’t play volleyball if he fails even one subject.

This boy is panicking and has semi-accepted this is the end of his volleyball career.

So you offer to study with him and he’s legit stoked.

Intensive and strict study sessions commence. Note taking, pop quizzes, surprise questions and even sudden random calls from you wherein you ask him a question and he has to answer within 5 seconds.

You’ve pulled all the study techniques you know here, this man better pass everything.

Welp, he still fails History....but since he worked so hard Captain Zhongli excuses it.

He’s so happy that he can’t hold back the stupidly wide smile on his face. He turns to you and for the very very first time in months, he bows and THANKS you.

You realize that he’s never thanked you before. Not even when you pass him water bottles or towels. 

You consider it a win, getting rare and sincere appreciation from him.

#6 Kazuha (Decoy/Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

One of the easiest to get along with but at the same time, he’s so mature that you feel like you’re not even in the same age range as him.

Definitely someone you can count on though, so you ask him many questions on the first week.

Still, it’s one of those things where you can kind of talk to him but there’s still a wall between you two.

One day while walking around in school there were these boys who were commenting about his height, and questioning his abilities as a volleyball team member.

You didn’t really think much about it when you speak up, “But he’s a really good middle blocker and spiker,” 

Those boys look at you weirdly and you realize that you’ve unconsciously spoken up. So you hurriedly walk away.

Little did you know that Kazuha was in some secret corner and heard the whole thing.

Just like that, the next day, it seems as if the wall between you two was gone, and you’re able to talk freely.

That, and he seemed to like asking you to help him practice his spikes and throw balls for him now.

#7 Xiao (Libero)

is deceivingly easy to get along with. Just has a rough exterior but is actually a softie if you squint.

You know this because there are subtle things he does. 

He doesn’t speak to you much but then he would be the one picking up the balls with you, or sometimes there’s magically a new set of clean towels on the bench that you don’t remember taking out from the storage room.

This guy is passionate for the game, so he really beats himself up when he isn’t able to receive a ball during actual games.

You worry about his mentality sometimes. I mean, it’s a team game, it’s not like he alone can save the whole game

So you talk to him about it the other day

“You’re already a really good libero Xiao, I mean... I’m not saying you should stop practicing but you don’t have to feel so bad...” you pause because this doesn’t feel like the message you want to convey

“Sorry, what I mean is... You CAN feel bad, but share the burden with your team, you know?”

He knows what you’re saying and contemplates it for a while. He knows that his team has his back, but sometimes just needs reminder about it.

He looks at you and asks, “...Can I share the burden with you too?”

You blink “Huh?”

“You said I can share the burden with my team, but can I share it with you too?”

There is a blush on his cheeks at this point.

“Oh, yea! Of course! I don’t play but I’m still part of the team you know!”

Ever since then, during games, if he feels a little frustrated he’d glance at you on the bench and you’d give him a thumbs up for a job well done.

#8 Tohma (Pinch Server/Middle Blocker)

You’re like bffs the moment you see each other

lol jk

You’re still awkward with him the first few days cause that’s just how first meetings are.

But he is very easy to talk to and always makes you feel at ease

Will always be the one to ask how you are if you need any help or if class was okay in general

Seems like the type of person to care more about others than himself

So he’s surprised when you come into the gym and you beat him to asking his usual questions.

“Tohma, how are you today? Did you have a proper lunch?”

“Tohma, are you getting tired? Want some water?”

“Tohma, how was class today?”

All the other members of the team turn to look at the two of you, thinking ‘Why does Tohma get extra attention?’ 

Tohma certainly doesn’t get extra attention you just TALK to him more. The other members deadass are also getting cared for by you, just in different ways.

This boy has some insecurities though, when it comes to playing the game. He hasn’t been in it for long so he’s the least experienced and that gets to him sometimes.

“Oh, really? But you play really well! I couldn’t tell that you’re new” 

His serves are really amazing though.

“Also! You always score points for us with the serves. Sometimes, your serves are my favourite part of the game!”

Has practiced extra hard so as not to let you down.

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[shotorozu]

you like their hands

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (1/?)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk’s not specific

post type : headcanons; accompanied with a small scenario [fluff, the mildest of spice not nsfw]

note(s) : i was thinking about todo’s hands today— also i’ll be adding pictures of what i think their hand looks like so.. 😳

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todoroki shouto

i’d like to believe that shouto’s hands would be long and pretty— kinda like how i’d imagine akaashi and kageyama’s hands

but have y’all seen that man’s hands in the anime and manga 😳 they’re not really what i’d call them “long”

so i had to find a mid point, kinda like a fusion of both.

his hands are either really pale, or the knuckles are just really red

moving on..

you have a weird infactuation with his hands, and you were gonna tell him! but you just didn’t know when

he didn’t really get it at first??

yes, he will respect and properly entertain your interests. but.. his hands? he doesn’t get that part yet

shouto can say he takes care of them well. washing his hands at least 3 times a day, and applying lotion on them with the slightest mint scent in it

and he takes care of his hands because he needs to rely on them everytime he uses his quirk.

speaking of quirk— his hands are either scorching to the touch, or cold.

so the first time he reaches out for your hand, you just.. freeze?? you were talking about something random while walking with him

then he just suddenly reached for your hand

seeing your reaction, he’s like.. “oh. my hand must be too cold for them. gotta switch.”

then he switches hands, holding your hand with his left. and you’re still the same, and it appears to be that switching didn’t really help

scenario

“what’s wrong, love?” he pulls you aside, staring at your expression— seeing that you became stiff when he reached for your touch.

you want to downplay the entire situation, really. but shouto doesn’t budge, that’s just who he is, and he’s still left wondering what’s wrong, and if he did something.

that is until you mention his hands, and that you like them

“your hands.. are really nice i guess,” you avert your gaze “i like them.” you say in almost a whisper like tone.

he sighs in relief. and he feels better that it’s not about the fact that you hate the temperature of his hands, since they’re either abnormally sahara desert hot or cold like fresh snow on a december morning.

his cheeks flare pink for a moment, in sudden realization “y-you like my hands?” shouto asks this as a confirmation, hoping that he actually heard it correctly.

but when you nod, he takes full advantage— entertaining your interest in his hands to his best abilities

he smiles when he sees your expression change when he brushes the back of your hand with his own. then, he finally holds your hand— the coolness of his right hand is making you hyper aware

your heart only pounds faster against your chest, when he presses his lips to the back of your hand, maintaining eyecontact as he does soz

after dating you, he paints his nails with clear nail polish. it makes him feel better knowing that they’ll stay clean even with all the hectic training

to calm you down, he likes to rub his thumb against your cheek— his quirk slightly activating while he stares into your eyes

a little spicy; but whenever you eat your desert during a date, he will wipe the excess off the side of your lips, and ask you to lick it off.

is he teasing you? or is he serious? we will never know.

bakugou katsuki

SCREAMs

bakugou’s hands are big, and his veins are prominent— but not too veiny to the point it’s concerning.

he sometimes likes wearing rings but.. that’s just sometimes

his hands are strangely soft, especially the palms— but he could say there’s some rough spots here and there, but he’d guess it’s because of his quirk.

bakugou’s hands are always warm and sweaty, which he never actually cared about— until he started dating you

he’s kinda worried that you wouldn’t wanna hold his hand, but you can say it’s actually the opposite?

you really like his hands.. but you’re just scared of getting judged

so when he reaches for your hand, you try to pretend that he wasn’t? you turn your head away— trying to not look the slightest bit of dazed

scenario

“what’s up with you?” bakugou interrogates you, his ruby irises glaring into your eyes— his voice gruff

“what?” you question, the sudden action was out of the blue— and you hold in your breath when his hands cage you in, large hands pressed on the wall behind you

“HAH?” he yells, not amused by your sudden oblivion, “don’t act dumb,” he grits his teeth “spit it out, and tell me what’s wrong.”

“nothing’s wrong, suki— i don’t really follow?” you try to convince him that no, i’m totally not afixiated with something about you, even though you’re my boyfriend; i don’t wanna admit that. however— you’re not very slick.

“tch, fucking liar.” his eyes narrow, “if you hate my fuckin’ hands, then i prefer it if you were honest about it.”

“sorry, but what?” you blink, suddenly appalled by his words, “hate.. your hands?”

“because that’s what it is, huh?” he moves even closer to you, practically inches away; and you can only pray that he can’t hear the rather loud beating of your heart. “my hands are so sweaty that you don’t wanna touch em, is that it?”

you’re agitated by his misunderstanding, and you sigh; finally deciding to come clean. “fine! fine. i like your hands.”

you didn’t mean to make it sound that upfront.

bakugou blinks, the sudden tension releasing into thin air, his expression left almost as equally surprised as you.

“tch. so that’s how it is,” he smirks, and by the way it looks— you suddenly regret telling him that.

well.. not really?

he actually takes advantage of that, making sure you remember his hands nicely.

when he sits next to you on the couch, he’ll throw his beefy ass arm around your shoulders like usual. then, he’ll run his hand up and down, making sure you’re aware of his touch.

bakugou will be THAT BITCH that’ll gesture you to come over so he could kiss you,

and when you’re leaning in— he’ll pinch your cheek, a sly grin on his face.

a little spicy; but he’s the type to rest his hand on your neck when you guys kiss <3 ugh

but overall— he’s really glad you actually like his hands, and it wasn’t like you hated them at all

but GOSH he just wished you told him from the start >:T

midoriya izuku

less veins, but.. DAMN THEY’RE KINDA THICK?? not too thick but.. have you seen his hands in the manga??

of course— his hands are rough, with a bunch of scars from his quirk. which he was kinda conscious about

but he tries hard to take care of them outside of combat things in fights; if they’re damaged then.. oh well

he definitely fiddles with pencils, and when he’s studying— the chance of him having a silver’s hand is likely (the thing where the graphite smeers on the back of your hand) he hates that shit

he definitely has a writer’s callus. PROVE ME WRONG!! that man writes a lot, and so do i so 😌 twinsies

but he tries to keep them clean, and he wants to make them feel less rough— so he will invest in some hand cream

compared to the other two, midoriya’s hands are normal in temperature.

but his grip is firm but he doesn’t really realize it sometimes.

you like his hands because.. the detail on his hands leave you mesmerized

but you don’t really wanna weird him out or make him uncomfortable. since he gets really flustered quick.

and you don’t want him to just stare at his hands and think about your fascination about them. no distractions

but he gets real pouty when you pull away

scenario

“hey Y/N, do you.. hate holding hands with me?” izuku asks one day, when you guys are studying in your room

“what?” you tilt your head, really surprised by his question— since you guys sat in silence for the last few minutes. you can feel the edge in your stomach grow when he mentions his hands.

“you always pull away when i try to hold your hand.” you gesture him to continue what he’s saying, and he continues “ but i get it though! my hands are.. scarred, rough. they’re kinda ugly compared to the rest of the guys.” he’s rambling, and you can’t help but feel really saddened.

“izuku, no.” you shake your head, “your hands aren’t ugly. yeah, they may be scarred and all— but they saved a lot of people, it saved eri, and it helped you get to where you are today.”

izuku’s cheeks flush with red, and he can’t say that you’re wrong. but; though he’s provided with reassurance, that’s not the answer he wanted

“but why won’t you hold my hand?”

“because i..” averting your eyes to the wall behind him, you’re looking for the right words. “i like your hands. i didn’t want to make you feel weird because of me.”

you look at his face after the confession, and it’s just ingulfed in a red shade.

on the contrary, this makes him like his hands more. everytime he looks at his hands, he’ll be motivated by your words.

but he’ll be a little shy with acting on it at first; especially in public

but fear not! izuku may seem innocent, but he also knows what he’s doing so.. don’t be decieved

when he’s studying, he’ll write with his right hand, and feed you little snacks with his left hand— urging you to open your mouth and take the snack

after sparring with you he’ll comment on how you did so good, also while placing his hands on your shoulder— massaging any sore parts

a little spicy, but when you guys are kissing, HIS HANDS WILL ROAM TO PLACES. pulling you closer as he attacks your lips

overall— he might be a little shy at first, but he can say he’s pretty accepting of your interest in his hands. it makes him feel better about the appearance of his hands.

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[notstilinski]

The Bear Starters !

Taken from  the 2022 Hulu series, The Bear! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit! 

“You cut vegetables like a bitch.”

“(Name), I am saying something. You are my favorite bitch.”

“Don’t say sweetheart, you fucking weirdo.”

“Listen, I’m trying to talk to ya, okay? Don’t be rude and start doing a million things-“

“One plus one equals your an asshole.”

“That’s how you say hello to me?”

“You smell like this place.”

“It’s redundant and white. Just like you.”

“Hey, has (Name) always been an asshole?”

“Look at you. Fucking softie!”

“Merry Christmas, Lizards. Sounds like we have a real problem out here.”

“DeVry teach you to fix that?”

“It’s um… A lot of words.”

“Yeah, but they basically say we’re getting killed on labor.”

“Is my hair on fire?”

“I’m telling you… Beware of bitches with little notebooks.”

“FYI. You cocked it up, you’re gonna caulk it out.”

“I wasn’t expecting company, by the way. These Arby’s cups are from different visits.”

“Can’t believe I’m taking orders from a fucking toddler right now.”

“Still looks like a kid painted it with their asshole.”

“I stopped by to see you. I should have stopped by to break your legs, but, you know what, I guess I’m getting forgetful.”

“Really good short-term, (Name). Congrats on that.”

“Look, I’m, uh- I’m fine. You know, I just have trouble breathing sometimes, and I wake up screaming.”

“Whatever. I know tons of people that cry out of nowhere.”

“We can’t curb that kind-of chaos until the thinking changes.”

“Like, I just, uh, follow orders even if it leads to tensions and chaos and resentment and ultimately does not work out.”

“No, it’s just, uh, I felt like (Name) was alive for a second.”

“You two looked like you joined the dumbass cult.”

“You stick to your shit, and I’ll stick to mine.”

“Fuck brunch.”

“Why are you doing that? Why are you trying to put a t-shirt on a fucking hot dog?”

“Chill. I’m not gonna bring up shit, alright?”

“I suffer from anxiety and dread.”

“One bite of a doughnut brings much joy, two bite brings sadness.”

“If you’re into it, then I’m into it.”

“I didn’t really know him well enough to miss him.”

“Yo! What is good you fuckin’ replicants?”

“Fuck your vibe!”

“Don’t ever fuck my vibe!”

“He’s mean! He is not nice! He is a fucking asshole!”

“Yeah, I also have a lot going on. Do you know I also had a brother die recently too?”

“You’re such a soft, shitty bitch.”

“Will you fight with me tomorrow?”

“Yeah, you will. But not cause you’re you, just cause shit happens.”

“If I don’t do anything, this place will burn down. and all my anxiety will go away with it.”

“I mean, my whole shit got rocked, and there’s not a night where I don’t stay up thinking what I could’ve done different.”

“We have finally gotten this to a place where things are sort of, kind of, a little bit chill, right? I would like to hold on to that as long as I possibly can.”

“I don’t know. I’ll ask him when he’s not dead.”

“Okay. Good. So, you’re a psychopath. Cool.”

“You know you don’t realize, this is a delicate ecosystem… and it’s held together by a shared history, and love, and respect.”

“Keep not processing trauma, (Name).”

“Is there a name for that thing where you’re afraid of something good happening ‘cause you think something bar’s gonna happen?”

“They say I’m contagious, I only cause bad news.”

“I think the thing that pisses me off is the thing that I’m probably too embarrassed to admit. Is that you never ask me how I’m doing.”

“I guess all the time I feel like I’m kind of trapped because I can’t describe… how I’m feeling. So to ask somebody else how they’re feeling, that just seems, uh, I don’t know, insane?”

“The point of this is that it is a business. Not, uh, some sort of a hollow shell you can project your dying fantasies or whatever onto.”

“No, this is a war on you shutting the fuck up, (Name).”

“Somebody get me a fucking sharpie that fucking works! Fuck!”

“And that’s why you hate that I’m here, right? Because I see you for the loser that you fucking are. And everyone fucking knows it.”

“I’m fucking sorry. I’m- I’m sorry. I’m really— I’m just fucking this up, guys.”

“I didn’t have a lot of friends growing up. I had a stutter when I was a kid. I was scared to speak half the time. And, uh, I got shitty grades ‘cause I couldn’t pay attention. I didn’t get into college. I didn’t have any girlfriends. I don’t think I’m funny.”

“I always thought that my brother was my best friend. Like we just knew everything about each other.”

“I didn’t know my brother was using drugs. What does that say?”

“The more he wouldn’t respond, the more our relationship kind of strained, the deeper into this I went, and the better I got.”

“And the more people I cut out, the quieter my life got.”

“I, uh, I feel kinda bad ‘cause I feel like I haven’t really like asked you how you’re doing. Um, with everything, since, you know.”

“I left you into my home, and this is how you treat me? You reward me with memories for cooking for you?”

“That’s exactly what they did. They destroyed it like a bitch.”

“(Name), I stand before you, a penitent man.”

“No, but seriously though, if you ever try that shit with me, I’ll fuck your ass up.”

“I don’t know. And I didn’t really want to give it to you because it meant that he was gone.”

“Oh, shut up, you old bitch.”

[zukuist]

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐬

“just really random mannerisms they like about you”

my 1.5k special

fandom/s: 僕のヘロアカデミア // boku no hero academia [bnha]

includes: several characters

your name is shortened to y/n, gender neutral!

side note: lol i’ve been gone for 22 days 💀 so sorry for the wait guys! it was finals week during the first half of the month. but now that i’m done with the 9th grade, i can post more! there’ll be more to come later this week

thank you all for 1.5k !!

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bakugō katsuki

— SPIN

when you do that cute little spin when you’re showing off your outfit for the day, especially before dates

he claims that he thinks it’s dumb, and that you should ‘knock it off’ or ‘quit fuckin’ spinning around like that’ but he actually thinks the opposite, believe it or not. he’ll still react like ‘🙄’ and smirk, like he’s going to make fun of you. however, if you look closely, that smirk of his is actually him smiling at you genuinely, and endearingly. i don’t think katsuki would be someone that would shower his s/o with presents constantly, especially with things like clothes (like.. you could just borrow his sweater, if you needed one) but! he finds himself buying you more clothes, just so you could sit him down, and do that little spin for him.

but, as to be expected of him, he’ll never outright admit that he finds it adorable. but maybe if you push the right buttons, the blond will admit it under his breath.

midoriya izuku

— GESTURING

when you start talking with your hands during conversations and debates.

usually, he’s the one that rambles, and you’re the listener. and though he’s very grateful that you’re his #1 listener, he also really enjoys returning the favor by listening to you too! especially when he gets to stare into those heavenly eyes of yours. but! how can he do that, if you’re the type to speak with your hands? there’s something about it that intrigues him to no end. izuku doesn’t point it out right away when he first notices, but he tends to stare at them like ‘👁👁👀👁👁’, not at all conscious of his own stare, and until someone, or something snaps him out of it. try not to tease him about it, he’s just so infatuated, it’s excruciating for everyone to witness.

he probably has this mannerism written somewhere in his notebook. it’s not at all creepy, but the fact that he thinks it’s important enough to be written in his notebook makes you happy.

todoroki shōto

— QUICK FIX

when you fix his hair, or appearance when he himself, doesn’t notice the disorganization

todoroki shōto is not a messy person. he’s organized, level-headed, and most of the time, he knows how to keep his appearance clean. but like everyone else, there’ll be that instance where he just.. doesn’t see it. and this is where you enter! he dislikes it a ton whenever people try to touch him, but when you do it, he really can’t find himself being angry about it, despite initially hating the idea of being touched without permission. if you’ll go out of your way to fix his appearance, he’ll be grateful! especially when you fix his hair, so his middle part is split nicely and perfectly.

of course, there are other things, like fixing his tie, and making sure that his collar is centered, and even smoothing down his eyebrows with your thumbs. sometimes, he’ll even mess up his appearance on purpose! he’s whipped.

kirishima eijirō

— SQUEAL

when you squeal whenever you’re surprised, and most especially when you see something you like and dislike

it actually does aid him a lot, in a weird sense. not sure if it’s because he finds these sounds helpful, or if he just finds those little squeals, and sounds of approval or disapproval adorable. it also helps him a lot, if you weren’t talkative in the first place. either way, it does help him navigate what you like or dislike. some may say it’s because it gives him an ego boost, or that eijirou gets a weird kick out of it, but it can’t be less genuine than this. whether if it would be a sound of adoration that escaped your lips when you received a post workout selfie, or if it would be a sound of disapproval when you feel the leftover hair gel in his scalp. either way, he finds it super adorable, 10/10.

but.. if you were to ask him, the faux red head would say that he liked your sounds of appreciation more than the ones of disapproval (duh). eijirou kirishima takes pride in making his s/o happy!

kaminari denki

— VICTORY DANCE

the victory dance you do whenever you accomplish, or win something

it’s actually quite iconic at this point. the first time denki witnessed it in person, he was elated, mesmerized. first of all, where did you get those moves? and second of all, do you know how attractive this actually is to him? at this point, he should pull out a camera every time you do your little ‘dancey dance’ because he would like to learn the dance itself. i don’t care if you think the moves are absurd or random, nah. absurd is out of the question, because denki will just admire you, as you danced cheerfully.

people will sometimes ask him “out of all of the things he could’ve found cute, he chose this?” and he’ll just be like “yep.” shamelessly.

shinsō hitoshi

— TOYING

when you start toying, or fiddling with his fingers out of nowhere

please, as if this man’s oblivious about his level of attractiveness. newsflash, he’s aware. he knows that some people like his hands, but in his honest opinion, hitoshi doesn’t know why. he doesn’t have a physical quirk, so he doesn’t need to rely on his hands 100% of the time. but that doesn’t mean that this habit of yours didn’t catch him by surprise. you even did it when you guys weren’t officially together so, he kind of just.. allowed you. so that’s how things are. you’d talk to someone, and your hands would reach to play with his fingers under the table, and when you were a bit nervous than usual, you’d do the same.

he didn’t have to ask you too much about this habit, raising a brow when you first did it, only to receive a sheepish look in return. either way, he finds this habit really cute, and he’ll even start offering you his hand.

amajiki tamaki

— GRASP

grasping onto his hand, especially when you’re anticipating something, or when you’re nervous

he’s usually the one that needed some form of encouragement, support, or comfort. it’s always been that way for him, and there’s a part of him that desperately wished that he just woke up with mirio’s personality. he wishes he could be stronger, and the timid soon-to-be hero wishes there was an instant remedy. which is why, tamaki loves this habit! yeah sure, it flustered him, reducing him to being beet red, and a stammering mess, but moving past the first touch, he adores it. i mean, he doesn’t know if there’s a way he could say it, without making it seem weird but.. it feels nice, knowing you’ll grab onto his hand for comfort.

it makes him feel.. strong. knowing that he’s the one that’s doing the comforting, and not the other way around like how it’s always been. even if not a lot of words are exchanged during these times.

monoma neito

— FOOT POP

when you go to give him a hug or a kiss, and your foot lifts off the ground

yeah, i’m kind of referencing the princess diaries here. but out of everything neito could find cute, this would be at the top. man didn’t notice it at first, because well.. he’s usually kissing you, too absorbed to even notice anything else. but when he realizes it when your foot pops at a little peck on the cheek, he’s proud, boastful like how he usually is. this habit is very dreamy to him, something straight out of a old romcom, or a fairytale. to him, a good kiss would also be defined by this habit. he’ll smirk, “ohoh, your foot did the foot pop! guess i’m that good” he wants to see more of this little habit (habit or not, he still wants to see it)

he’ll boast about this cute habit to everyone, especially when the chance to boast arises. “can you make your s/o’s foot pop?!” he’ll erupt in laughter, absolutely proud of himself despite everyone not really knowing what that even is

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[erodasfishtacos]

Hiii bestie!!! Could you write about y/n being in danger and gang Harry gets all worried and scared (of course) and saves her. (I love your stories so much)

warning: violence, blood, guns

Harry was waiting for YN at home after she was going to the store to buy tampons (he offered to go but he normally bought the wrong kind).

He’s watching a game of football as he also continuously glances at the clock - keeping time of how long she’s been gone.

After twenty-five minutes, he gets a bit impatient, he wanted to start their movie night (sue him sometimes he liked cute romantic shit).

When he rings her mobile, it picks up after the first ring, and what he hears next sends a straight chill down his spine.

“We were waiting for you to call, Diablo,” A gruff, smokey voice rasps through the speaker of his wife’s phone.

His heart fucking drops but anger takes over in mere seconds as he’s off the couch and storming to their secret weapons room through a hidden passageway.

“What the fuck do y’cunts want?” Harry hisses furiously, unsure of who exactly this voice belongs to on the other end.

He hears a whimper in the background. He’d know that sound anywhere - usually he heard it when she was underneath him but right now it sounded pained and scared.

“If you fuckin’ hurt - I guarantee you that your whole family will be dead by tomorrow,” Harry promises, pushing down the panic as he grabs a duffel to begin shoving a shotgun and assault rifle in.

His desert eagle was tucked in his waistband already - were it always sat.

On his burner phone, he manages to text and send out the GPS location of where his wife is at - idiots most likely don’t know that he has a tracker on her phone.

There was also a GPS tracker embedded in the ‘H’ necklace she always wore right behind the three small diamonds so no one would ever be able to spot it.

“Business. We know you have a shipment going into the South Bay at midnight. Rumor has it you have 6 million pounds of coke on their,” The man replies.

Bingo.

Harry automatically realizes that this dude is a fucking idiot and fell for a diversion tactic - that shipment was being delivered on the other side of the city at three in the morning.

He didn’t get to be the most dangerous, successful gang leader without his own skills and manipulation of his own.

Harry always had to try to pick off the rats and snitches in his gang because people like to squeal for money and drugs.

Every opportunity he got, he told a couple of his rookie members fake information to see if they’d betray him.

It looks like someone was given fake information that Harry had fed two newer members earlier in the week.

“Why the fuck would y’idiots just sneak attack? Why the fuck d’you have my wife?” Harry snarls, getting a influx of text from his associates stating they’re on their way.

“We were actually going to be nice, just hold her until you agree - not hurt her, you know? But your little bitch managed to kill two of my men before we could wrangle her.”

Thatta girl.

God, he really fucking loved his wife and had no fear of putting his on life on the line to protect her - would take a bullet for her any day.

“I can’t wait t’find you and torture you until you’re begging for me to just put you out of your misery,” Harry promises, his heart pounding, vein protruding from his forehead.

“You really shouldn’t threaten me when I have this pretty little number of yours tied up to a chair with a gun to her head,” The man laughs with amusement, “I’ll have you talk to her now.”

Harry hears the man bark at YN, “Speak bitch!”

“He-hello?” YN whimpers pathetically, “Baby, I need help.”

And it sounds wrong - but relief flushes through him at the sound of her pleas. It was completely an act because it’s not truly how she sounds when she’s scared.

“Brat, y’faking it right now right?” Harry makes sure, getting onto the interstate - uncaring of stop signs and red lights.

“Yes. Yes, come get me. Yes, baby,” YN continues and god, she could win an Oscar for her performance and it really shouldn’t get him hard right now.

-

When he pulls up to a brick building that looks abandoned, his men are already shooting with visible bodies collapsed on the floor.

Harry yanks his favorite assault rifle out of his trunk, tugging the strap over his head, and positioning it as he strides forward.

“Boss, we haven’t cleared it completely. You can’t go in yet,” Niall informs him as he reload quickly, breathing heavy.

“I don’t fuckin’ care. My wife’s in there,” Harry snaps, quickly taking out the last two visible men before he is able to step through the door.

He is about to turn a corner and a man steps out from behind it - Harry doesn’t hesitate to lay his heavily-clad ringed knuckles straight into his face knocking him down before landing one fatal shot.

When he steps into a bare, musky old basement - his beautiful wife is tied to a chair, ropes keeping her arms tied behind her, and a cloth in her mouth.

“‘Bout time you showed up,” The rival states, standing behind his wife with a gun running along her skin.

She’s still in her holey tee shirt and biker shorts with white sneakers that were blood sodden like her clothing.

Harry illuminates pure fury when his gaze meets her - but her eyes are twinkling like she knows something he doesn’t.

He noticed that there was a high concentration of blood near her left side and that the fabric was torn - he had cut her and she was bleeding.

But she spits out the rag, rasping out to her husband in a teasing tone, “Took you long enough, dickhead,” before she’s slipping her hands from the restraints that she had gotten out of in mere minutes.

Her hand goes right for the man’s crotch - taking him by complete surprise, he hunches over and YN is able to get off the chair and knee him straight in the nose.

“S’your turn now,” YN replies, “I need to bandage this to stop the bleeding - it’s just superficial.”

Harry doesn’t remember much from that point on beside the fact that he pulled that man’s teeth out one by one and just as he had told him - by the time Harry was done with him he’d being begging for death.

And boy did he beg for Harry to just end it because Harry’s torture methods was worse than being dead to the world.

After he’s done, he nods at his men to clean up the mess, and finds his wife instantly, intertwining their hands and assuring her, “I’ll stick y’up when we get home.”

-

YN’s sat on their bathroom countertop in nothing but a clean pair of underwear after Harry had gently bathed her dirt and blood away.

She had quieted, the confidence and adrenaline having faded off, and she lets out a loud whimper when he begins to thread the needle through her tender, swollen skin.

“M’sorry, my queen,” Harry apologizes sympathetically as he threads through to close up the wound.

“Hurts,” His wife hisses with a crack in her voice, hands resting on his bare shoulders as he concentrates on her side.

“It’s done, did s’good baby,” He murmurs encouragingly, disposing of the items before cupping her jaw, “How are y’feelin’?”

“I’m fine,” She replies instantly, swallowing and avoiding his gaze.

“You’re not okay and that’s okay,” Harry reminds her, chest hurting when tears start to dribble down her cheeks.

“I was scared,” She whispers, “And all I wanted was you.”

“Baby, baby fuckin’ look at me,” Harry urges, tilting her chin up and hands coming to massage at her thighs, “M’sorry I wasn’t there right away, I fucking would die for you.”

It was amazing how much YN changed Harry.

-

Jaymee was a really sweet girl, bright puppy dog eyes and a wide smile with cherub cheeks, “That was amazing,” she had giggles after Harry rolls off of her.

“Get the fuck out now,” He dismisses, swinging his legs off the bed and pulling on his briefs.

Her face drops, “But…we just? I thought tha-“

Harry cuts her off there, crushing the cute girl’s dreams when he scoffs, “Y’thought what? I didn’t want anything from you but your cunt. I don’t cuddle or give a single fuck - so get the fuck out.”

-

“You’re my soulmate, fuckin’ crazy with how gone I am for you,” Harry follows the sentence but a line of kisses across her breasts and collarbones.

“Please, need it,” YN requests lowly, hand coming to tangle into his curls and lead him to her breast to suck at her hard nipple.

“Y’side, brat,” Harry reminds her, “Let just lay y’out, make y’come, and then we can cuddle, okay?”

And he does, spread her out on their bed, licks deep into her until she’s quivering with pleasure, and then tucks her right into his chest and he soothes her to sleep.