#and would just be her big dino brother

[fics-lovebot]

seventeen recs

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poly

dating svt (hyung line) - LOVE IT, joshua got me on a chokehold, and wonwoo PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE :( wherecanIgetoneofthose

dating svt (maknae line) - mingyu as a back hugger is so :(((((((((, I can totally see dino writing love letters to his s/o :(((

pick-up lines - non-idol! au, fluff, silly af, my favs are jeonghan, jun, wonwoo, woozi, mingyu, chwe and chan

you take your promise ring off during a fight - performance unit, vocal unit , hip-hop unit, angsty af, made me cry a little

reaction to the camera panning to them when their idol!s/o is on stage - idol!au, idol!reader, dsfkjsdfjh the jeonghan is my fav idk

kitten ears - pwp, smut, hybrid!reader in heat, LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING ABOUT THIS ONE RIGHT HERE, IT´S FILTH,,,,, and my fav one is hoshi´s LDJSLFJH read it whenever you feel like having a smut fest

hip hop unit

seungcheol

let me take care of you - drabble, fluff, hubby!cheol, pregnant reader, he is straight uP husband soon-to-be-daddy material, this was so CUTE,,,

caught in a trap - smut, seunkwan´s sister!reader, older brother´s bff!cheol, face riding, he makes you beg for it, “you’ve got me in your little trap, baby. what are you gonna do with me?” SLDKJSHDFKSJ whY is he like tHAT??

as your boyfriend - he gets offended if you don´t let him pay???? now THAT´S my kind of man

whatever you say - fluff, crack, text au, #simp, this is funny lmao

wonwoo

he angry fucks you bc he lost in a video game - blurb, smut, explicittt, the title??? I can see the vision. listen the way this just escalated INMEDIATLY I-, he is ANGRY FR FR in the hottest way, just read it ok pls

he´s rough and in love - smut, just pwp, i made up the name bc it is what it is, he´s already made you cum twice but he still looks at you with eyes full of the purest love while doing the nastiest things, puthy clenching dirty talking, you talk too much, y’know that?, he wanted to keeP GOINg like,,,,sir

the peephole - smut, perv!wonu, roomies au, he´s obsessed, "Speak up, slut. Or have I fucked you completely stupid already" UMMMM?????

scented candles - e.r, fluff, idk idk idk this was cute

couple things - slice of life, fluff, “is there… a reason you’re upside down, my love?” 

needle in the hay - idol au, angst, smut, break up au, idol!reader, 97-liner! reader, poor wonu, slow burn kinda, he´s hopeless and scared and nervous

lingering looks - fluff, idol romance u, POWER COUPLEEEEEEE, I love it, this could be us but he playin

marriage -married life au, dad!wonu, his daughter (a child) wants to marry uncle gyu so he goes on cardiac arrest bc there´s no mf way bUT at least it wasnt soonyoung

workplace crush - work au, co-worker!wonu, I CAN TOTALLY SEE HIM AS "THE IT DEPARTAMENT CRUSH"!!!!! I would have had to quit, it´s too much

cat and mouse - smut, kinda red flag!wonu, "Wonwoo thinks you’re the cutest person ever. And the part of you he finds the most cute? The fact that you actually think he’s going to let you avoid him forever." FLSDUKFJHSLDKJFH

arguments - smut, “You remember how I dealt with that little attitude of yours last time?”  he´s a cocky mf

wisdom tooth surgery - fluff, reader is out of it bc of anesthesia and she cant believeee mingyu´s hot rommie is her mans, it´s a nice read

bruised - angst, fluffy ending, break up au, tough guy wonu but he´s actually a cutie pie, he´s careless about his safety, I LOVE ITTT, the angst is gewd

what you need - smut, shy!reader, soft dom!wonwoo, praise kink, JEON MF WONWOO I- LSFHSKDJFHLSJDFLH this made me blush yall, the ending too sdfksdfkh

mingyu

birthday boy - fluff, f2l, the fLIRTING!!??, i honestly blushed, my eyes got watery and everythin, i HATE IT (not) bc why is he so dreamy every TIME??, also,,, the make out sesh?? MY GODDD, i swear I felt it. he. is. inloveeeeee

first kiss - fluff, established relationship, he IS going to kiss you or else,,,,the man is obsessed

he´s big - smut, size kink,"daddy's too big for you? s'okay, princess, you can do it. you can take it. you're my good girl." CALL THE MF POLICE RN!!!!1!!!!! iminlove

big buff gyu - smut, manhandling, dom!gyu, “look at me, let me see you cry, baby” STOOOOOPPPP sksdfnslflfwkf

beach boobs babes - smut, beach au, chubby reader, big boobs, he´s suffering sfjfjdhdjdh, HE´S COCKY,, literally, shit talker, titty fuckin, he likes thicc girlsssss

pup code - fluff, smut, crack, size kink kinda, mingyu has a fat crushhhh, lowkey himbo vibes, he gets so nervous lmao, jeonghan is a lil shit, somebody help mingyu omg, wonwoo is a victim!!!!!, “I’ve never done the Zoolander face in my life!” jefjrejufriuj

sleepy talk - fluff, married au, “Do you think I’m pretty?” “Sweetheart, we’re married.”

his girl - smut, angst, emotionally unavailable reader, whipped mingyu, “i’ll fuck you forever.. as long as you want. fuck you ‘til you never wanna leave again”

funfetti - bf!gyu, birthday au, so FLUFFY I WANNA CRYYYYYYYYYY love him sm :(

hybe romance - idol!gyu, idol!reader, fluff, love itttttttttttt, THOSE PICS OF MINGYU ON PART 2 LORDDDD, if I was an idol hanging out with the 97 squad i´d be a hOE, no questions asked, bunch of men i want to fucc sitting together would be the end of me

pussy drunk - smut, pussy whipped, "i'm legit gonna kill myself if we dont fuck again", HE NEED SOME MIL

creep - smut, halloween au, serial killer!gyu, ghost!gyu, jeonghan is always starting some shit I swear, this is DIFFERENTTT and the smut is so good yall PLEASE read it

first morning together - fluff, UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH :((((((( ihateithere

warm on a cold night - fluff, college au, bsf to lovers, it´s cute

daddy - smut, lowkey fluff, dom!mingy, daddy kink, SIZE KINK are we even surprised atp?, innocent! reader

drunk giant - drunk!mingyu, bc why would he try to challenge cheol to a drinking game??, wonwoo is tired, and somebody get hoshi´s lips off of seokmin!

gym and thirst - smut, those pics of mingYU NAUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR WOOF WOOF SDKHWEYWRAWRRAWRAWR bc why tf would joshua do that for????? pls I love big men

mingyu´s cause of death - FLUFF, bf!gyu, this made me really want to cry myself to sleep from the beggining bc there´S NO WAAAAAAAAYYYYY :´´) so cute #simp #whipped

heater - fluff, gyu is cold,,,or is he not, “you’re literally taking all of my body heat, that’s why i’m cold,” “maybe if you didn’t insist on using my boobs as a pillow-,” “oh shut up,”

stain on the sink - fluff, e.r, slice of life, sex joke, you bleach his hair, is so domestic idkidk

cuffing season - smut, richbf!mingyu, he got a black card, good money, good job, loves spoiling you AND he´s wearing the wife beater - grey sweats combo??????? CUFF HIM UP NAAAOWWW, AND AND AND he also makes sure to fuck you without ruining your hair and nails that HE PAID FOR!!!!!! BUT since he gets a lil carried away and you chipped a nail he gives 300 dollar$$$ to get it fiixed right away LIKE????? god please when is it my turn to be happy

worshipping you - smut, sub!gyu, a short one but WHEEEWW

wet sound - smut, short one, THE DIRTY TALK!!!!!! I HATE HIMMMMMMMMMM bc wdym he makes her shut up so she can listen to her wet coochie sOUNDS????? call 911 rn

kitty - smut, THE VISUALS??!?!??! the way this played in my mind had me shook

trouble - fluff, non-idol!gyu, you´re his pretty mess, lowkey brat reader, in love gyu, baking cookies with his cute lil helper sdfljsdfljh :( its cute

vernon

vernon loves your face - he´s so in love omg, sdsdkfj it´s so cute

coffee talk - fluff, coworker!vernon, work romance au, jwhhxsjxsjd cutee

no studying for you - smut, he isn´t letting you study, “Hansol! For the love of fuck!” “Yeah that’s me, I love to fuck,” what?? dkdsfjfj

bias - fluff, slice of life, idol!au, you make the cats choose their svt bias, IT SO WHOLESOME :((((((((

vocal unit

woozi

joshua

bad joke - angst, fluff, calling you clingy

tom and jerry - smau, fluff, crack, text au, SOMEBODY COME GET JISOO LMAOO, he´s doing too much

mr. nice guy - smut, next door neighbors au, I HATE HIM skfffkjs this got me blushing and shit, he cosplays as a gentleman but he´s actually just a flirty nasty mf

seokmin

You Know What They Say About Men With Big Feet - smut, big feet, big nose, big muscles and a big dicc YUPPPPPP, seokmin has it ALL

perfect man - smut, he´s a gentleman, reader makes the mf move and I would have too

jeonghan

2am conversations - slice of life, “what if crabs think that fish can fly?” “angel, it’s two in the morning,” sdkhfksb it´s cute :(((( so domesticc

such a flirt - fluff, he keeps on flirting but has a breakdown when you flirt back lmao, cute

call me by his name - smut, softdom! wannabe harddom! hannie, hSLFDHSLKFH I CAN REALLY SEE THIS HAPPENING idk idk

the long way - model!jeonghan, staff!reader, UGGHHDSLHFLSKH i love this, he´s so confident and lowkey straight forward

tinted windows - smut, ceo!hannie, panty ripper,, literally, car sex, “sir you have a meeting in twenty minutes.” “fuck that stupid meeting, i have more important things to be doing right now.” IT´S GOOD YALL

seungkwan

dance unit

hoshi

why do you love me? - fluff, blurb, so cute

too hot - very suggestive, naaaahhhh he was done for before it even started

first time - smut, fluff, crack, they´re both dumb, reader is boldddd lmao, #couplegoals

drunk and in love - fluff, wasted!hoshi, him in his tiger patterned-shirt, asdkjasdh he´d deff be like this, he rants about how wonderfull you are to whoever got ears, so cute

junhui

jun realizes he has a size kink - blurb, smut, the words he SAIDD I-, in my opinion it was too short!1! that was some good stuff

how badly do you want this? - smut, oral, 7 mins in heaven, it´s hottt

minghao

lollipops and candy bars - smut, sub!hao, reader loves to tease, cute and innocent looking reader, hao needs help lmao, "Well, I finished off my lollipop a while ago, do you have anything else I could suck on?” SKLHDLFJHKLDJ wow

chan

[sunsetforsvt]

"Hello Kitty lemonade"

photo credits: @shua-ssi!

established relationship, angst;

warning: sorry for any typos, unfortunately i'm not fluent in english :(

The delicious smell of coffee invades your nostrils as you enter your favorite coffee shop. Today the weather was perfect for a cold drink and you couldn't wait for your boyfriend to arrive, so you could continue the tradition of always choosing something new from the menu.

Sitting at a table near a large glass window, you enjoy the last rays of the afternoon sun while admiring the orange sunset. The landscape in front of you is lush, but your distraction doesn't last long before someone sits down in the chair opposite you.

"Y/N? Wow, it's been a long time! I can't believe I found you here!" You hear an excited voice and your eyes widen when you realize who it is.

"Ahreum? Oh my God, I miss you! You look so different! I haven't seen you since college." You look at him in surprise as you put your hand to your mouth.

"Yes, it's been a long time!" She laughs softly as she settles back into her chair. "What are you doing here all alone?"

"I'm waiting for my boyfriend." You give a shy smile and feel your cheeks flush at the mention of him. "Look, he's here!" The excitement is in your voice as you wave to your boyfriend.

Dino gives a big smile as he walks towards her, frowning as he notices a girl sitting in front of him.

"Hi love." You give him a big smile as you hug him tightly. "This is Ahreum, my best friend from college."

"Nice to meet you." Dino says shyly as he offers his hand in greeting.

"Likewise." Your friend shakes your boyfriend's hand briefly while turning to you. "Y/N, I didn't realize your boyfriend was such a brat. He looks so young, he could easily pass for your younger brother."

"Stop being annoying, Ahreum!" You roll your eyes as you realize that your friend is still just as annoying as ever. Ahreum has always had a bad temper, and your friendship only lasted so long because of your ability to ignore your friend's ridiculous attitudes.

"I want to order something to drink, I'm thirsty!" You pull your boyfriend over to sit next to you, picking up the menu so you can both carefully choose a meal.

"Dino, what do you think of hibiscus iced tea? It has a beautiful color, very eye-catching." You show the menu to your boyfriend, who takes a serious look at your suggestion.

"Calm down, his name is Dino?" Your friend asks and gets your confirmation in response. "Dino as in dinosaur dino? Oh my God, how old is this guy? Our friends would joke so much if they were here."

You hear your boyfriend clear his throat in an obvious sign of discomfort, but before you can say anything, he catches your eye and indicates another drink on the menu.

"Noona, could we try that pink Hello Kitty lemonade? I really want the glasses that come as a gift, look how cool they are!" Dino glares at you while pointing at the menu.

"I can't believe I'm witnessing this scene, Y/N. I thought I'd see you with an older man who looked after you, not a kid who orders Hello Kitty lemonade as if you were his mother." Ahreum grabs his bag from the chair next to him and gets up from the table. "I have to go, have fun playing dolls with your little boy. Bye Y/N, Bye Dino." Ahreum let out a disdainful laugh and walked towards the door.

"Bye, Ahreum." You wave goodbye, letting out a sigh of relief that Ahreum is finally gone.

"Y/N, I think I want to go home, I'm not feeling well." Your boyfriend closes the menu and his eyes water, he's sad.

"Why do you want to leave?" You take his face in your hands and look at him worriedly. "What happened? Why are you like this?"

He pulls away from your hands and looks at you with disappointment in his eyes, lowering his gaze he replies: "I guess I'm not good enough for you."

"You're perfect for me, love!" You try to get closer again by joining his hands with yours. "Why are you saying that? Is it because of Ahreum?"

"I was thinking about it before, but after she said all that, I knew for sure." He lifts his face to look at you and tears start to run down his cheeks " Y/N, I think we should break up, I'm not good enough for you. You should be with an older guy, someone who will take care of you the way you deserve. You don't deserve a kid like me, who's still learning what love is."

You widen your eyes and look at him paralyzed, you've been taken by surprise in this situation and you don't know how to react, is this all some kind of joke? You decide to organize your thoughts quickly and pull yourself together to give him an answer.

"Dino, we're not going to break up! I love you, I love you just the way you are! You're an incredible boyfriend and you're more than enough for me, I wouldn't change you for anything in the world." You wipe your hand across your face in an attempt to wipe away the tears that are flowing. "It was my fault, my mistake for letting Ahreum talk to you like that. Forgive me, love!" You squeeze your boyfriend in your arms as you feel the tears run down your face.

"I don't know what to say, I'm really upset right now." He murmurs as he circles his arms gently around her body.

"All right, you have every right to be upset. I just want to apologize, I promise it won't happen again." You turn away to look directly at him. "You can order whatever you want from the menu, it's on me today."

Your boyfriend smiled softly and pulled you in for a kiss, your lips meeting gently as you sighed with relief, the fear of losing him making you hold your breath and you hadn't even realized it.

"You're my little baby." He says, kissing her on the nose.

"You're my big baby." You reply, kissing him on the nose. "Now let's eat!"

[rhiezus]

i can't believe you have that picture on your wall. // zyian x sobin

bringing a guy to her room wasn't on her first list of doings when dating this so-called guy, not because she was ashamed of the pictures on her walls or the stuffed animals and comfy cushions on the bed but because her parents wouldn't allow that to happen if she wasn't at least married to him. and this wasn't even her room anymore, for a long time now actually. it was the room of the girl she used to be and tucked inside a backpack and some luggage to live a in dorm with a thousand other girls who might as well have a room just like hers — full of dreams and ambitions to be on someone's wall to someday. these decorations didn't even compare to the ones in the dorm, but it wasn't like zyian would ever be invited to see them. maybe he could catch some glimpses in a video on youtube or a live of theirs if he ever saw one, but she wasn't going to give him any hope of that knowing how strict their managers are.

and this guy was different for two reasons. first being that he was practically part of the family since her sister and her brother decided to unify in matrimony. which explains why no one would give them a scolding for hiding in her room for a few minutes to get out of the craziness of the gathering once their families got together. second and most importantly (and equally embarrassing) was he being one of the guys in the pictures on the wall. right there under the two big pyd posters, was one of his group as well. she might argue that he was one of their best as a group, they never did have that teammate essence just as the other groups on her wall but damn they look good. they have a different kind of essence that's hard to find in a kpop group like ever and she used to be obsessed with their dance's as well. sobin lost count of how many nights she used to put her headphones on and her phone on the group, catching every move. her mind was as alive as her memory, she could still perform it just as well as she did when she first decorated them probably even better than the owners of the movements themselves — honestly, it wasn't that hard.

"well, it is undeniably the best comeback. just the concept, the title track... and that shot! like who is doing this? no one." she teased, but she was sincere and letting just a taste of the fangirl that she is. sobin couldn't hold back who she was just to appeal to a hot guy, especially if this hot guy in question was one of your favorite idols and probably the most handsome guy you ever met in person. — except maybe for dino and pilkyu, oh and hyuntae! definitely hyuntae. they bonded over her admiration for him and her overall necessity to know everything about him. saying it like that it might as well say she was crazy and annoying, but there was an adorable concept behind that interest that made zyian fall for her inquisitive talks and her quirky and not-so-subtle flirting. "you can't even compare it. it's unfair." unfair in the sense that they had a shitty company and a half-baked dream of making easy money, but she wouldn't touch that scar unless zyian brought it up and he did constantly, pointing out that picture was already arguing how ridiculous she was for believing it. yet she didn't care, if she didn't wish on a group like theirs she wouldn't have trained to be on a group of her own and wouldn't also have the opportunity to kiss his lips instead of the cold paper on the wall. the reality was far better than the fantasy, that's why sobin would never stop dreaming.

[thepixelelf]

Pansy

Genres: fluff, angst, childhood friends au, neighbors au, brother’s best friend au Pairing: Reader & Dino (Seventeen) Words: 7.4k (00:30) Warnings: language, annoying older brother things. it's not mentioned, but reader and their brother are adoptive siblings Note: this is the svt version of a tbz Q fic I wrote almost 3 years ago, so just know my writing's changed a bit since

Over the years, you learned that being a Pansy wasn’t so bad.

Six

The swing set in your backyard, coupled with a bright yellow slide about twice your height, had to be your favourite place in the world. Your aunt — or maybe your uncle, you couldn’t remember — gave it to you and your older brother once her children had grown too big for it. The blue swing was yours, and the green swing was your brother’s, as it was bigger (according to him) and therefore he deserved it. Though, you were happy with having the blue swing, as it was something undeniably yours.

Which was why, coming home from the last day of kindergarten to your favourite place in the world, you were less than ecstatic to find some boy sitting in your swing.

Logan seemed to be doing his classic "swinging higher than mum or dad liked" move on his green swing. He was only eight, but he already liked going above and beyond. While he swung back and forth, your eyes studied the stranger in your spot.

He sat still in the swing, his feet planted firmly on the dirt underneath. The grass from before had been uprooted long ago from weeks of being kicked and stomped. His eyes were on yours as well, only fitting of a child seeing someone new for the first time.

"Who's this?" Normally you were quite good at meeting people; your parents complimented you on it much more than Logan, which you took almost too much pride in. But on that day, a stranger was sitting in the only place you knew was your own, and you were not happy about it.

"Chan," Logan answered, his voice warping as he swung high above you. "He's from the new family across the road."

The house across the road had been empty for a while, but a few weeks ago, two moving vans filled the street and loud noises interrupted your tea party. You knew they had a kid, you just weren't expecting Logan to befriend him so quickly, especially since he only had two friends at school. Maybe your mom made him go over with her and dad to greet the new family with over-baked chocolate chip cookies, just as they did with every new neighbor.

"He's on my swing," was all you said, as you weren't ready to confront the new boy — Chan, just yet. It may have been your swing, but Chan could've been like the boys at school, and confronting them was never a good idea.

"That's not your swing, that's my swing."

"No, your swing is the green one and mine is the blue one! Why do you get two swings anyway?!" You stomped your little feet beneath you in protest, hands on your hips and cheeks puffed out.

"'Cause I'm older, pansy."

Logan had been calling you pansy ever since he learned the word because your parents would always chide him for calling you "stupid" or "idiot". You thought pansy was a lot worse, though. You were no pansy.

"You're only two years older dummy!" You stomped off into the house, ready to tattle to the first parent you saw.

"Hey!" Logan yelled after you. "Dummy is a banned word, pansy!"

•

For the first week of Logan and Chan's friendship, Chan thought your name was Pansy.

The first time he called you that, you were beyond shocked. Who was he, the new kid, to call you a pansy? You ignored him, turning up your nose and walking away. As if you were going to interact with some swing-stealer.

He only learned your real name when your mom had called you all in for dinner. You were sitting at the top of the slide, waiting patiently for a turn on your swing. (Which you never got all week.) She yelled both you and your brother’s names out through the screened windows from the kitchen, beckoning you inside for chicken curry and rice. "You're welcome to join us, Chan, but make sure you ask your folks first."

Chan looked to Logan, who had jumped off his swing and landed mightily on the grass. "Who's that?"

"Whaddya mean?"

"The other name she yelled," Chan clarified. "And she didn't say Pansy's name, either."

It took Logan much less time than you to figure out what he meant, so you stayed quiet when Logan burst out laughing.

"That's not their name! It's what you call somebody who's a..." Logan paused as he put an arm over Chan's shoulders and led him into the house, snapping his fingers when he finally found the word. "...a coward!"

Chan didn't stay for dinner. And Logan somehow got curry all over his shirt.

Seven

Chan turned out to be the same age as you, which you only figured out once he transferred into your first-grade class. Apparently, the private school he was going to before didn't fit his parents' standards. Though, you never understood why your regular public school was any better, other than maybe the fact that it was only a two-minute walk from your houses.

Even though he was your age, he joined in on calling you a pansy.

Since Logan had started using the word as punctuation more than an actual insult, you'd begun to desensitize, yet Chan saying it gave the word more sting. You never did anything to him, so you wondered why he would ever call you that. Your parents always said that Logan used the word because he was your brother, so what was Chan's excuse?

He started coming over every afternoon, once school let out for the day, so you'd been relegated to using your swing at nighttime, when the stars twinkled and the bugs serenaded each other. It was peaceful, nice even, but cold and lonely.

"Chan here says you two are neighbors," Miss Ossen said in her sing-song elementary teacher voice "Why don't you show him around the playground, hm? Ask him what he likes to do."

It was Chan's second day at your school. On his first day, Logan's third-grade class had gone on a field trip to some botanical garden, so he had no one to play with during recess, but you knew that today he'd surely find Logan and cling onto him like a leech. He didn't need your help.

"He likes swings, Miss O," you said with a huff. "Blue swings."

You got in trouble for being rude to a classmate.

Ten

The first time you thought you might be a pansy was fourth grade, when you found out you were afraid of heights.

The whole class was playing grounders with a few of the sixth graders, a game where one person had their eyes shut and everyone else had to avoid them. At. All. Costs. (According to the sixth graders.) Chan was 'it' and had you trapped in a corner along with another classmate, but they ran and took the only hiding spot. Your only choice — other than being tagged — was climbing the playground equipment and hanging off the edge. You'd never done it before, but you'd seen Logan and Chan do it plenty of times. If they could do it, surely you could too, you thought. But when you climbed over the railing, you realized how far up you really were. The sand blurred beneath you, and you screamed, making Chan open his eyes in shock.

"What's wrong?"

You didn't answer, just screwed your eyes shut as sobs began to rack from your chest. Your grip on the playground equipment tightened more, if possible, as you tucked your head in. The world blurred around you as you drowned it out, focusing only on your grip and the blooming colors behind your eyelids.

You don't remember exactly what happened, but you have a faint memory of Logan and Chan pulling you over the railing.

"Why'd you go up there, stupid?!" Logan chastised.

You didn't have enough air in your lungs to complain about his use of a banned word, so you only crouched down and cried as they watched.

"Don't cry," Logan mumbled, stuffing his hands in his hoodie pockets. He wouldn't look at you, instead, his eyes skirted everywhere else. "You're such a pansy."

Through squinted, blurry eyes, you looked up at your brother and Chan, who was standing awkwardly in front of you. His fingers kept twitching as his arms laid limp at his sides, but he made no move to comfort you. All you could do was cry until the bell rang a minute later.

That afternoon, once you all walked home, Chan told Logan he wanted to play games inside, so you went to the backyard and sat on your swing. Maybe you were a pansy after all.

Eleven

After Logan moved on to middle school, Chan was left behind without his older friends, but he seemed to have no trouble becoming friendly with the boys in your class. Though, he was always closest with Logan. School ended earlier for him than you and Chan, so you'd find him already in the backyard every day after you'd walked home.

You sat at the top of the yellow slide as Logan and Chan swung back and forth, braiding too-big flower crowns out of the backyard's abundance of dandelions. The first one was much too big for your head, so you made it a necklace instead.

It'd become a sort of daily tradition. The boys on the swings and you atop the wooden platform the slide came off of. Your time on your swing came when Chan would leave for the night, and you were fine with that. He was Logan's friend, and yours too, you supposed, so there was no point in arguing over it. Besides, he let you take it if you really wanted — despite Logan's adamant attitude about older-brother-ness and superiority or whatever.

"What are the older kids like?" Chan asked, his feet uprooting the grass as he abruptly stopped swinging.

Logan kept swinging, unbothered. "Tall. But mum said I'll be that tall when I grow up, too."

You often wondered why Logan chose to be best friends with Chan rather than other boys his age, as well as the other way around, but over the years, you realized they were, in a way, meant for each other. Logan was loud and overbearing, and while Chan wasn’t necessarily shy, he would often keep quiet if he thought it’d help others, even if it hurt him. When they were together,though, Logan became a good listener (to Chan, at least) and Chan plucked up courage from seemingly nowhere. Each brought out the good in the other. Maybe not the best, as Logan still wouldn't listen to you — or anyone else for that matter — and Chan wouldn’t dare to stand up for himself if Logan wasn't around, but still, good.

Chan asked a lot about junior high, even though Logan had only been there for less than a year. At the dinner table, Logan would always tell your parents that it was no different from elementary — that he was handling it perfectly, especially science, but he talked about it completely differently with Chan. Like it was a whole new adventure, but still, nothing to be scared of.

"How tall?"

"Taller than me, so way taller than you," Logan said casually as he kept swinging. He was almost too big for the swing, you thought. Maybe it was the feeling that came with the swingset that kept him going, not the comfort of the swing itself.

"Logan," you cut into their conversation, holding up a completed flower crown — the first one actually crown-sized.

Your brother scrunched his nose, eyes thinning, and you dropped your hands to your lap. "Ew, I don't want that. It'll make me look like a pansy."

The pout on your lips was much too evident for your liking.

"Give it to Chan," Logan compromised. "He likes flowers."

You held up the flower crown in front of you again, asking Chan with your eyes if he wanted it. He seemed almost panicked when he sent some sort of look to Logan, but eventually, he gave you a slow, hesitant nod. At that, you went down the yellow slide (which was much more exhilarating when you were three feet tall) and walked over to where he sat on your swing.

He looked up at you as you approached, and you swore you could see the whole sky reflected on his eyes, clouds and all. The yellow dandelions looked great against his soft hair; you were almost jealous. Once you'd placed it on his head, you'd planned to go back to where you were, but for some reason, you stayed standing in front of Chan. Entranced.

"See?" Logan pulled you back to your senses. "It looks good on him. You wouldn't like it on me."

You didn't see that Chan was still staring.

Thirteen

Logan stopped swinging. Now, in the afternoon, after all of you walked home together, he and Chan would take over the living room and play video games. Or sometimes, they'd take various balls from the garage and bring them to the park. Either way, you finally had your swing back during daylight. Though it wasn't as fun without Logan or Chan around, you still swung as high as possible, getting closer and closer to the sun's kisses.

You weren't in the same homeroom as Chan, so you only shared one class together that year — math. There were things he understood that you didn't, and things you understood that he didn't. You helped each other out, but that was the extent of your relationship on school grounds. Your friends always asked why Chan called you "Pansy" when you passed each other in the halls, but you never had a real answer. He just did.

He meant no malice behind it. That's just what he called you.

Even Logan had stopped calling you a pansy, but to Chan, you guessed it just stuck. Not a pansy, but Pansy. You never asked him why he still called you that; for some reason, you just didn't feel the need to.

On a particularly sunny Wednesday, Logan stayed home sick, all whiny and annoying even though it was just a cold. You and Chan walked home together, just the two of you, for the first time since last year. The walk was silent, but not uncomfortable.

As soon as you reached the house, Chan immediately went up to Logan's room, but he was kicked out by your mother.

"I can't have two sick young boys in my house," she said. "The whole neighborhood will get infected."

He joined you outside in the backyard with a simple explanation. "My parents aren't home yet and I don't have a key."

Neither of you used the swings the way they were supposed to be used that day; just sat and conversed; caught up with each other. Somehow, even though you saw him every day, you'd never talked to him like this before. You barely even know what you talked about, but you spent hours that day just… with him and nothing but him.

His parents were home long before he returned.

Fifteen

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

You looked at the people around you, all of them sitting in a circle on some classmate's living room floor. The half-empty bottle of soda that you'd just spun pointed straight at Chan.

"...I thought this was truth or dare," you said, confusion clear in your voice.

Everyone, except Chan of course, looked at you as if you were crazy (you did just spin a bottle, after all) then went back to chanting, "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

"Fine!" You only raised your voice to shut everyone up — if that classmate's parents heard, you'd be embarrassed past mars — but maybe you sounded a bit angry. Getting on your hands and knees to cross the circle, you grasped Chan's chin and turned his head to the side, planting a quick, almost nonexistent kiss on his cheek. That might have been the fastest you'd ever done something. If there were races like that at the Olympics, you'd win every event.

On a late Friday night in a house you don't remember the owner of, you gave your first kiss. (On the cheek.)

On a late Friday night in a house he'll never forget, Chan received his first kiss. (On the cheek.)

Sixteen

You didn't know why, but Logan and Chan were incommunicado.

When you asked your mother about it, she simply said she'd heard them arguing while you were out, but she couldn't figure out exactly what they were saying. Apparently, Logan had pushed Chan all the way out of the house and slammed the door in his face.

Logan wouldn't answer you, not clearly anyway, when you asked after a whole week of radio silence.

"You're not allowed to worry about it," he told you. "And you're not allowed to talk to Chan either. You're on my side this time — you know, blood before hoes or something."

"That's not even close."

•

You totally went against what Logan said (but when did you ever listen to him anyway?) and knocked on Chan's bedroom door that night.

Judging by his facial expression, he wasn't expecting you at all, though you supposed showing up like that was quite out of the blue.

"Oh, Pansy… um, come in." He opened the door and gestured behind him into the room, but when he did, his eyes widened and he immediately slammed it shut. From behind the door, he raised his voice, "Give me a minute! Maybe five!"

Four minutes later, he invited you in for real.

You sat down in the chair he had for his desk, pulling your legs up to sit in a way the chair was clearly not made for. "So… what's up with you and Logan?"

You never saw the point in pussyfooting around what you wanted to talk about.

Chan stood by the door after closing it, seemingly feeling too awkward to sit with you. Maybe it was because of the topic or maybe it was because this would be your first time in his room, either way, his awkward tension was almost making you feel uncomfortable yourself.

"...You noticed?"

"How could I not notice? You haven't come over in a week, and that hasn't happened since you caught the flu in sixth grade."

"Right…"

The last time Chan looked this awkward around you was within the first few months of meeting, so you had no idea what was making him so tense now — ten years later.

"Sit down," you said, pointing at his gray sheets. "This isn't an interrogation, chill out."

Once he sat — though still stiff — you asked again, “Alright, give it up, what’s the deal? Logan won’t tell me anything.”

“I thought you said this wasn’t an interrogation,” Chan whined.

“It’s not. It’s not, I swear.” You shifted in the chair, not sure how to position yourself comfortably in the new environment. “I just want to know why you two fought, or, I guess, why you’re still fighting. Logan’s really sad about it, trust me. I offered him a peanut butter cup yesterday, and he refused! Can you believe that?!”

“Really?”

“Really!” Logan loved peanut butter cups more than he loved physics, and that said a lot for a nerd like him. “And! A few days ago he got accepted into his first-choice university — the one downtown, but when mum and dad suggested we go out with your family to celebrate, he shut himself in his room!”

Chan seemed to relax and tense up at the same time if that were possible. It was almost as if he was glad Logan wasn’t taking any of his anger out on anyone, but also feeling guilty for fighting in the first place. 

"What did he do? Did his friends make fun of your dancing again? Because I swear to god—"

"No!" he interrupted, then cleared his throat. "No, he didn't do anything wrong. It was my fault."

You clicked your tongue. Chan was never at fault; it was always Logan and his big mouth.

"Oh come on, Chan. I've literally never seen you be the stupid one when you guys fight. You don't have to protect Logan all the time."

He wasn't looking at you, but his hands instead. They fiddled with each other in his lap, picking at his nails or rubbing his knuckles. "It really is my fault…"

"Oh." The air in his room was suddenly stale. "What happened?"

There was a silence, one that made you want to curl up into yourself and disappear. It felt as if you were intruding on something you shouldn't have. And even then, you still had no idea what was going on.

After a moment, Chan didn't answer your question but asked one instead. "You really love Logan, don't you?"

You were caught off guard by his words. It wasn't, "do you love your brother," but, "I know you love your brother, will you admit it?"

And the truth was, you didn't know how you really felt about Logan. He was annoying, egotistical, obnoxious, but he was also ambitious, self-confident, not afraid to say what he's thinking. Sometimes you were jealous of him, of people like him, because there were times you too wanted to yell at the top of your lungs or pursue your dreams without caring what other people think. He may have been overbearing, but he brought out the voices in others.

"Nah," you finally answered. "There's no way I'd love that idiot."

Chan breathed a heavy sigh. He knew you were lying. "That's the problem."

"What's the problem?"

"Nothing, nothing." He stood from the bed and walked over to the door, opening it. "You should go. Logan and I will figure this out."

•

They figured things out. You weren't a part of it, but they did.

After that, Chan didn't talk to you.

He stopped helping you with math or saying hi when you passed each other in the halls. He stopped greeting you when he and Logan were in the living room and you'd walk through to the kitchen for a snack. He stopped that small smile he always made when you met his eyes, and instead kept looking away as fast as he could.

You wanted to ask, to complain, but you never found the right timing. Chan wouldn't even look in your general direction, and Logan would avoid the topic like the plague.

Months passed, and you still couldn't figure it out. What did you ever do so wrong?

Both swings were much too small for you now, but that didn't deter you. The cool night air sent pinpricks to your cheeks. It felt like a slap to the face, the way it stung, though you didn't mind. You sat in the blue swing, pushing your feet against the dirt and going back and forth only a foot or two, thinking about what had brought you here. A dandelion flower crown sat atop your head, and another hung around your wrist.

Voices came from inside the house when the back door opened, and Logan walked out, Chan in tow. They made it halfway to the garage — both of them skillfully avoiding eye contact with you — before Logan patted both of his back pockets and cursed.

"I left my keys somewhere. Wait here."

He ran back into the house, leaving Chan to stand alone in the middle of your backyard. You watched as he stared at his shoes, stuffed his hands in his hoodie pockets, kicked around stray leaves. He wouldn't look at you.

"Chan."

He tensed but didn't look up.

"Chan."

He sighed and turned to face you. His actions told you he was angry, but his face said differently. He looked scared. Afraid. But of what?

"Come here."

His steps were slow and careful, but he eventually made his way in front of you, about a foot away. You gestured for him to lean down, and he did, before placing your second flower crown on his head. His eyes widened as he straightened back up, his hands going up to inspect what you'd done. He ran his fingers delicately over the dandelions.

You smiled. A tired, but happy smile. "Yeah… these always looked better on you, didn't they?"

"I—"

"Did I do something?" Tears pricked at the back of your eyes, but you held them back. "I can't help but think I did something, but for the life of me, I can't figure out what."

He took half a step closer. "No, no don't say that. You didn't do anything."

"Then what happened?"

"I…" His explanation faded away as he came even closer, both hands on the chains of your swing. Your faces were so close that you could see the imperfections in his skin; the acne from growing up, the spots from his days in the sun. His eyes glistened, though you didn't know why. Shouldn't you be the one crying?

You thought he might continue, but he only gulped. He adjusted his grip on the chains, eyes moving from yours to your lips and back again. For a second — just a second — you thought he might kiss you.

Stupid.

He stepped away too quickly for you to comprehend and took off the flower crown, putting it on your head so you wore two. Logan stepped out and found Chan already on his way to the garage, with you staring at him open-mouthed.

The tears that you'd worked hard to keep away finally spilled over your cheeks. You didn't stop them.

As Logan pulled out of the garage, Chan caught one last glance at you sitting on your blue swing, two flower crowns on your lowered head.

He never meant to make you cry.

Seventeen

"You're in group six, so go wait by the…" Your Leadership Strategies teacher squinted at her clipboard. "By the volleyball nets."

Your school was hosting some sort of event for children around eight to ten, with random games and snacks in and outside the school's gymnasium. It was a huge thing that happened every year, but this was the first time you'd volunteered — well, it was for a class, so maybe not "volunteered" per se.

The volleyball nets were in the corner of the gym, tucked away for the offseason. You could already see a group of kids waiting around there with another student volunteer.

Chan.

You sucked in a breath, pausing in the middle of the gym. He and you hadn't said anything to each other since that night almost a year ago. But that shouldn't have made you so hesitant. You were a strong person, you liked to think, so this really shouldn't have affected you as much as it did — and for so long. Chan must have been past it by now, and there was no way you'd lose to him like that.

Raising your chin, you walked to the group.

If Chan was surprised about being partnered with you, he didn't show it. He gathered all the kids in a circle and sat down with them without so much as batting you an eye. His eyes shone as he talked to the children, and his bright smile never left his lips.

Okay. So you might lose to him like that.

You cleared your throat and looked at the instructions your teacher had given you. Introductions first.

"Okay, kids! Let's go around the circle and introduce ourselves," you said cheerfully. "Just tell everyone your name and…" you glanced at the instructions, "your favorite flower."

As an example, you told them your name and thought for a second. A certain soft-haired boy wearing a certain yellow flower on his head popped into your head. "...Dandelions. My favorite flowers are dandelions."

They went around saying their names and their favorite flowers like daisies or roses or sunflowers, when finally, halfway through, Chan was next.

"I'm Chan," he said, still smiling at the kids. "And my favorite flower? Hmmm…"

From across the circle, he met your eyes.

"Pansies. I've always loved pansies."

•

"Logan?"

"Hm?"

You looked at yourself in the mirror, the one on the closet by your front door, wondering if what you wore was good enough for the get-together you were going to tonight.

"If I ever had a boyfriend and they broke up with me, would you beat them up?"

Logan looked up from the book he was reading, an eyebrow quirked. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No. I'm saying: if I did, would you?"

He closed the book and took off his reading glasses. "Dude, I'm five-seven and a hundred twenty pounds — I'm not beating anyone up anytime soon."

"Pfft, nerd."

"Besides," he said, standing up and walking to the fridge. "You're not gonna get a boyfriend while I'm around."

Your bottom lip jutted out. Rude. "Why not?"

With a glass of juice in his hand, he walked up to you on the way to his room and looked you up and down. "Uh, because you're ugly? The fuck kinda question…?"

•

The get together wasn't the most amazing party you'd ever been to, but it was nice seeing everyone and hanging out without the premise of a study session.

When you got home, the clock in your room read 10:38, though since it was about an hour slow, you knew it was really almost midnight. No one else was home; your parents had gone out for the weekend for their anniversary (gag) and your brother left earlier to stay with one of his university friends — he said it was to study for an upcoming engineering exam, but you didn't really believe him.

You changed out of your clothes and into pajamas, brushed your teeth, and you were about to get in bed when the doorbell rang.

In the back of your brain, the thought that, hey, there's literally no salesperson that would go door to door at midnight, crossed your mind, but maybe you were a bit too tired to also think, this could definitely be a serial killer. So you swung the door open.

"The sign says no soliciting—"

Chan stood on your doormat, head down and hands in his jeans pockets. He looked up when you opened the door, and you immediately noticed the red around his eyes, the tears brimming just behind his eyelids.

"Oh my god," you breathed, taking in the sight of him. "Oh my god, Chan, what happened? I mean, come in, come in."

You backed away from the door, giving him room to walk in, but he didn't move.

"Is…" he choked out, "is Logan home?"

"He's at a friend's place."

A stagnant silence filled the air between you.

You'd seen Chan cry plenty of times, sure, but all those times were from years ago; over spilled milk. One of his toy cars had lost a wheel. Or he dropped his multiplication table homework in a puddle. But this? You'd never had to deal with this before.

"I'll just… I'll just go," Chan said, turning, but you took one step outside in your bare feet and gently wrapped a hand around his arm.

"No, come in. I'll make you some tea."

Chan sat on the couch as you walked to the kitchen and filled the kettle with water. As you waited for it to boil, you pulled out your phone to text Logan.

Chan's here and he's not looking too good. Come home ASAP

You didn't bother to wait for a response.

"Here." You set his mug on the coffee table in front of him and joined him on the couch, keeping a safe distance. After such a long time of only being the 'best friend's little sibling', you weren't sure what boundaries were set between the two of you.

The air felt stiff and cold as you sat there without anything to say. Only the sounds of the house creaking and Chan's occasional sniffles could be heard for several minutes, but you still kept your mouth shut. Chan didn't want your help, he wanted Logan's.

Eventually, though, he spoke.

"Can I tell you something?"

You nearly choked on your tea, but you caught yourself and placed your mug on the coffee table. "Of course."

He kept his eyes on his hands, which were clasped in front of him on his lap, though it didn't take away from his sincerity. 

"You never laughed when I said I wanted to be a dancer. Everyone else… they don't believe me the first time I tell them, and then when I say I'm serious, they laugh. I know they try to hide it, but it doesn't work. Nobody's ever believed that I'll make it. Or that it's a good idea. Everyone says it unrealistic— that I should go into business, or science. Or just get a desk job. You never did that though. Thanks."

When he finally looked at you, his close-lipped smile was wide, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Oh Chan," you whined, finally breaking. You may not have spoken to each other for almost a year, but you still cared about him. Seeing him in pain still broke your heart.

Despite the boundaries you'd made up, you moved closer and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, gently putting one hand on the back of his head and pulling him into a hug. He stiffened but relaxed within a moment, letting his forehead fall to the juncture between your shoulder and your neck. 

"What happened?"

With a heavy sigh, he shivered in your arms. "Nothing happened. I just realized how stupid my dream was."

Was. Not is.

"Chan…" you started, holding back tears. This was when you needed to be strong. "Your dream isn't stupid. It never was."

You could feel his shaky breath on your skin. Two hands slowly snaked their way around your waist, pulling you closer. If this was any other situation, your heart may have fluttered, but this wasn't about warm touches, or skin contact, or crushes. This was about a person who needed you and what you were willing to give. Chan was sinking, and you didn't know if you were strong enough to bring him back up again.

"Most— most people give up on their dreams, Chan. They give up earlier in their lives and they're just… jealous— envious. They want to follow their 'stupid' and 'unrealistic' dreams just as much as you do, but they've already given up, and they're upset that you haven't given up too." You ran your thumbs back and forth on his scalp and his back, hopefully in a comforting way. "I want you to follow your dreams, Chan— to achieve them. You're stronger than the rest of us. Show us how it's done. Give us hope that dreams aren't dead… because I know you can. And you will."

He pulled away.

Your shoulder felt cold with his tears left behind, and you feared you said something wrong. Did you offend him in some way? Were you being insensitive? Was— 

"Thanks," he said, laughing lightly as he leaned back into the couch, hands returning to clasp each other in his lap. "I… really needed to hear that."

"Oh…" Relief flowed through you like a stream, slow but sure, as you sank back to sitting regularly, this time much closer to his side than before.

He wiped the remaining tears from his eyes, then turned to you, his face much closer than it had been in a while. "There's just one thing, though."

You furrowed your brows and pursed your lips, trying to figure out what else he was upset about, but you came up with nothing. He didn't seem that distraught over it. 

"A dream," he answered your silent question. "But I had to give up on it a couple years ago."

"What…" you stumbled over your own words when he moved his entire body to face you, and you unconsciously did the same, "...what dream?"

His hand reached up to your cheek, grazing your skin with the touch of a butterfly's wing; there, but so light, you'd think it was a dream if you weren't watching it with your own eyes. You saw his eyes flicking back and forth all over your face — at your eyes, your cheeks, your lips.

You wanted to ask him again — what his dream was — but he leaned in.

And maybe you leaned in too.

The kiss was slow, shaky, unsure, as if the slightest misstep could destroy you both. You supposed it might, with the minefield that had been your relationship until now, but the feeling of his lips against yours, of his fingers landing on the skin behind your ears, of his thumb grazing your cheek, they all pulled you into a whirlpool you had no intention of escaping.

You kissed him back slowly — with everything that you'd missed saying over the past decade, but after a moment, he retreated.

Your lips followed him unconsciously, but when they couldn't find his, you opened your eyes. He sat there, looking at you with tears about to spill.

"I'm sorry," he nearly sobbed, bringing his hands up to wipe the oncoming tears. "I'm sorry, I just… I've wanted to… for so long… I—"

You slipped your hands under his to cup his cheeks and raised his head so you could look him in the eyes. Tears of your own started to fall, but that wasn't your main priority at the moment. You smiled. It was easy, yet so difficult at the same time, but you smiled.

"Me too, Chan. Me too."

He broke, his face crumpling before he tackled you. Your back hit the couch cushions and you laughed at his desperation. He looked as if you'd shattered and blown away, but you were there.

You were there.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, arms around your waist and chest laying on yours. When he raised his head, his tears had ceased again, and despite the red of his eyes, the puffiness, the streaks down his face from crying, he looked happy. Elated. In…

In love. Maybe.

You wondered if your eyes reflected his, shiny and bright.

"Pansy?" Chan whispered, his lips almost touching yours as it was.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to kiss you."

"Okay."

It was messy, full of tears, past midnight, and on your living room couch when you shared your first kiss with the boy you loved, but you wouldn't have it any other way. Well, except for how it ended.

Logan slammed the front door shut when he came in, the view of you and Chan on the couch clear as day from where he stood. He stormed in and pulled Chan off you before you even knew what happening, throwing him to the floor.

"This better be a fucking hallucination, Chan," he growled. "This better be a fucking mirage because I did not just fucking see you making out with my little— agh!" He rubbed the palms of his hands in his eye sockets. "I don't even want to fucking think about it."

"Please— wait, I can explain—"

"I don't want your explanations! I don't need them! This was exactly what we agreed wouldn't happen, and look what you go fucking do."

Logan pointed a finger at you, but you were still frozen. You had no idea what the hell was going on. What they agreed wouldn't happen? You?

"I just—"

"No, you don't get to say anything right now. Get out."

"I—"

"OUT!"

Chan stood, and when he went to leave, he reached to touch you, to reassure you somehow that things would be okay, but Logan swiped his hand away. "Don't you fucking dare."

From the look in his eyes, you knew Chan wanted nothing more than to stay, but you doubted either of you had any say in the matter.

Chan left without another word.

"...Logan," you said after a moment.

"No."

He walked out the door again, and you ran to the windows to make sure he was driving off — instead of going to Chan's house and finishing what he started.

An Hour Before Eighteen

Logan came home late the next day, immediately going straight to his room. You got up from where you waited at the kitchen table and followed.

The door creaked when you pushed it open. "Logan—"

"Out," he said without looking up from his desk.

"No, it's my turn to talk now."

He sighed. As your brother, he knew you weren't backing down. Not this time.

"Fine. Talk away."

You sat down on his bed, which was covered in laundry he had yet to put away and homework he had yet to finish. "What happened yesterday? And don't tell me it's regular older brother stuff because I know it's not."

"I don't have to tell you anything."

"I deserve an explanation."

"You don't deserve anything." He finally looked up from whatever he was doing to face you. "This is between me and Chan."

"But it's not anymore. It's between you and Chan and me, ever since last night. And if you don't tell me anything, then I'm going to Chan."

"Oh, and what? You’ll start dating him?" He scoffed. "Do you know how bad of an idea that is?"

At your look of confusion, he scoffed again.

"What happens if you fight, huh? If you break up? Our families have been friends since I was eight. If you get all your stupid relationship problems mixed up in that, the whole thing will fall apart. If you fight, whose side am I supposed to take? Yours? Or my best friend's?"

"...You sound like you've thought about this a lot," you said, not knowing what else to say.

"Yeah, well Chan's basically been in love with you since that stupid flower crown thing you did. I've had a long time to overthink."

"He has?"

Logan swivelled in his chair, back to half-heartedly writing in his notebook. "Don't act like you don't know. He did a terrible job of hiding it."

"I really didn't," you mumbled. "He didn't talk to me for like… a year."

"That was me, not him. Trust me, he wanted to talk to you."

For a while, you sat in silence. The only sound was Logan's pencil scratching on the paper.

"Fine! Whatever!" he finally exploded. "Go to your prince charming, I don't care anymore!"

A Few Minutes Before Eighteen

Chan's mother answered the door and rushed you to his room, complaining that he hadn't come out all day.

You didn't bother knocking, instead just opening the door and walking in. "Chan…?"

A mass under a bundle of blankets on the bed moved at the sound of your voice, and Chan's head poked out. He gasped when he saw you, eyes wandering all over as if to make certain you were actually there in front of him. You smiled and walked forward, crawling onto the bed, to which he threw off the blankets and gathered you in his arms.

"Oh my god," he breathed, squeezing you even harder. "Oh my god."

"Hi."

"Hi." He sounded breathless. Like he could break any second.

"Don't cry again," you said. "It's a happy hug this time."

He nodded, but you could tell with his face tucked in the crook of your neck that he was this close to crying anyways. You stayed like that for a moment, you in his lap with your arms around each other, his face in your neck and your chin on his shoulder.

"...What did Logan say?" Chan finally asked.

"Something along the lines of… 'You two are so disgustingly cute and romantic that it'd be more of a pain to keep you apart than let you be together.'"

You felt the vibrations of Chan's laughter through your body, and you couldn't help but join in.

"Besides, I'm turning eighteen in a minute. Logan won't have any say anymore — not that I ever thought he did."

"Hmm," Chan hummed into your skin. Perhaps he wasn't quite listening to you, getting lost in the feeling of you in his arms instead. You were starting to drift a bit too.

"There's something I want for my birthday."

"What's that?"

Eighteen

"I love you."

You couldn't see his face, but you knew he was smiling too.

"I love you too, Pansy."

[piece-of-hweat]

Little Nightmares Headcanons!!

(May change over time n stuff)

listed from youngest to eldest

RUNAWAY 9y/o

No clue, he/him

Really good at swimming (main reason why I draw him as a fish-person)

Loud, confident idiot (stares at Tommy-Innit)

Hates broccoli.

Lactose intolerant

Hates being wrong/failing

Very much a "act-before-think person"

Break dances epically

Competitive. Very competitive. (especially with Six)

Hates Six's guts

Has a collection of ships in bottles

Either Runaway or Mono are trans... I just want like... supportive brother arc please--

Plays with sticks

Knows one word in French. And it's piscine. He was the one who told Mono about the piscine joke.

Athletic

SIX - 9y/o

Aro/ace, she/it

loves ducks

Will bite (you and your belongings)

Won't scratch (she bites her nails)

Knows how to swim on the surface

Pupils are slightly slitted

Sharp canines

Growls and hisses when she’s really mad, or extremely not in the mood for anything

Had a duck and mouse plush at some point

Will tear Runaway into pieces if she could

There was a head-canon idea where Six has some form of DID, OSDD, UDD, etc. I don't really use this headcanon a lot because I myself don't have DID, so :/

Dark humor

NOONE - 10y/o

She/her

Animal lover <3

Clutches/fiddles with the ends of her clothing when nervous

Looks confused/concerned and scared 24/7

Likes drawing (probably has some animal doodles in her school books)

Listens to Mono's late night singing.

Allergic to nuts (once, at school, a group of students with pbj sandwiches "offered" Noone the sandwiches despite her declining. She was sent to the ER shortly after and was excused from school for the rest of the day and the day afterwards.)

Probably will get along with Six

Ticklish

Reads a lot

Laughs at Six's jokes.

Around the same height as Mono (taller than Raincoat)

Smartest (academically) in the group

LOW - 10-11 y/o

Bird nerd

Always liked reading comic books (especially the super-hero ones)

Percussion my beloved <3

Listens to your problems and gives you decent advice

Took up archery in school

Makes friendship bracelets

*insert epic secret handshake*

Ticklish

Probably makes music with Mono and Raincoat

Apple Juice lover

Plays with sticks

Very strategic

Probably plays chess or smth

Gamer /pos

Athletic

ALONE - 10-11 y/o

She/he

Listens to your problems and gives you… advice. Not good, not bad. Just advice.

Engineering <3 (probably would be really into those lego-machines)

Hits harder than a truck. Be careful, you might've shatter a bone.

Probably was a batter in baseball

Probably will win in a arm-wrestle against Mono.

Hits you lightly when laughing

Allergic to nuts

Apple juice lover

Doesn't talk much

G R E E N

Knows how to handle and discharge a gun properly. Do not ask her how or why she knows this. He simply does.

Person with the most amount of obscure knowledge (more people drown in freshwater than they do in saltwater. fear that creek in the forest behind your house. fear it. It will take your life one day)

Fascinated by wires and Mono's powers

Probably needs glasses

Reads a lot

MONO - 10-11y/o

Bi, He/him

Is British

Plays the violin (but it’s more like a guitar bc it’s big for him and he lost the bow)

Despite being taller than average, he walks around on his tippy toes

Barely knows how to swim (just fails around and barely stay afloat)

Dino-arms

Knows very limited amounts of Japanese and German (knows a couple of words in French, but only really remembers bonjour and piscine)

Punches hit like a truck, but it hurts Mono's hand a lot

Asthma

Very ticklish

stands awkwardly in the corner

Probably makes music with Raincoat and Low

Plays with sticks (uses them to direct magic)

Broken humor

Has negative associations with trains (doesn't like them)

RAINCOAT - 11-12 y/o

No Clue, She/her

Is Sisi

LOVES horses

Wanted to be an actress because MAKE UP, COSTUMES!! ACTING!! SINGING!! AAAAA!!

Good at cooking and baking (stares at my Bakes-Cookies-for-Otto headcanon)

Has some experience with piano and choir, but nothing else really

Bestest big sister ever

Will totally paint your nails while you ramble about something

Really likes playing with hair (another career dream she had was a hair stylist)

Will tease you (/lh)

Really pretty voice <3

Typically the one breaking conflict up

Probably makes music with Mono and Low

Reads bedtime stories to others

Around the same height as Mono (shorter than Noone)

Also, secret funky art post on youtube

[littlespacereader]

Haiii, I hope this request iss Oki:

I'm a trans male little who sometimes still has to deal with periods.. they make me feel very dysphoric and sad, often causing me to regress..

Could you write a fic with that theme?

I'm not set on one specific fandom, here are some options I'd love to see & you can choose wich one you want to go with!!

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[The little one would be a trans guy in every scenario.]

Stranger Things:

Steve and Eddie, both are flips in my hc, so it could be each way around.

Cg Argyle & little Jonathan Byers

Cg Nancy Wheeler & little Steve Harrington

Marvel:

Cg Wade Wilson & little Peter Parker

Cg Gwen Stacy & little Miles Morales

Criminal Minds:

Cg Jennifer Jareau & little Spencer Reid (other cg options: Penelope or Derek)

Teen Wolf:

Cg Noah Stilinski & little Stiles Stilinski (other cg options: Melissa or Scott)

Cg Boyd & little Isaac Lahey

Supernatural:

Cg Dean Winchester & little Sam Winchester

American Horror Story coven:

Cg Violet Harmon & little Kyle Spencer

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So, yeah.. any of those would be cool hehe

Thank you for reading!!

My first ever request!! Thank you so much!! I was so excited and intrigued by your idea! First off I would like to state that I am not trans myself but I am a HUGE Ally to anyone in the LGBTQ+ community! Know that you’re safe with me and I got your back💞 I absolutely loved the list of fandoms and pairings to chose from. I decided to go with Caregiver! JJ and make the Reader the Little with Spencer as an older brother Little. That being said if I don’t do this story justice I apologize from the bottom of my heart! I hope you enjoy this @dino-boyo-agere ! Thank you again for the request!!

Forever Mommy’s Little Boy

Caregiver! JJ & Trans Male Little! Reader with Big Brother Little! Spencer Reid

Tags: mentions of period, pull-ups, hurt and comfort. (Completely SFW)

Relationships: Caregiver! JJ, Uncle Derek Morgan, Big brother little! Spencer Reid, Aunt Penelope Garcia, & Trans male little! Reader.

Nicknames: baby, sweatheart, baby boy, kiddo

Breathe! Just breathe! It’s only about 10 minutes more and we’ll be going home. I can wait that long.

I sat at my desk and was waiting patiently for JJ or Morgan or literally any Caregiver in this office to announce we would be heading home. They would’ve been wrapping up everything by now…what’s taking so long?

The case, like every case before it, was long and exhausting. All I want to do is collapse into JJ’s arms and just be babied for the rest of the night but we were still stuck at work!

Regression played the devil on my shoulder, teasing and taunting me to regress at work. But I couldn’t, not yet. I had to remain big till we got to the car, then I could regress and finally relax for the weekend.

I checked again to see if any Caregivers had finished their files. Morgan sat at the desk across from me and he was still leaned down working, same went for JJ who I wanted more than anyone to finish her paperwork. The rest of the team looked the same, all expect Spencer who, like myself, finished his work early.

Spencer regresses as well. He acts as my older brother, watching out for me and creating all the creative pretend games. I’m so lucky to have him!

With a glance towards him I could see he was struggling to keep from regressing as well. At least I wasn’t alone.

Then suddenly I felt off, like weirdly off. It was a weird feeling I haven’t felt in- oh God no. I must be wrong. I have to be wrong. I quickly stood up from my desk and rushed off to the restroom. I walked in and quickly closed the stall door behind me before checking to see.

Sure enough my period arrived earlier and heavier than expected. And since I was unprepared my pants and underwear are stained noticeably. I tried my hardest to push back tears threatening to spill.

This is dead to me. This…this period, it’s just a nagging reminder of a life that didn’t feel whole. A life that wasn’t really mine, not like now. But this was just a hurtful reminder, one I definitely didn’t need right now.

This combined with my struggle to not regress was not a great combo. With a last ditch effort I cleaned myself up as best as I could before walking out and looking in the mirror. But sad and terrible thoughts plagued my mind.

Tears started to run down my face. There was no holding back my regression now. Immediately I started to just regress, feeling smaller and smaller every minute. I just wanted JJ. I wanted her to hold me and tell me it’s all okay. Tell me I’m her sweet little boy and not-

“Y/n?” Spencer asked before entering the large bathroom. He immediately froze upon seeing me.

“Hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” I must’ve caused a domino effect because I could see Spencer regressing along with me.

“Nothing, I’m fine Spence.” I tried to say, wiping away my tears as fast as possible. But Spencer wasn’t buying it. He also didn’t seem to notice the issue which I was grateful for.

“I know something’s wrong. Let me help! I want to make sure you’re okay…please.” He put a hand in my shoulder and looked me in the eyes.

“I’m fine I just-…. P-Please…get mommy.” I said, barley a whisper. Tears starts to flow again, running down my face as I started to cry.

“It’s gonna be okay. I’ll go get her.” Spencer right away said. As much as he didn’t want to leave, he knew there was only one person who could fix whatever was happening.

~~~

JJ sat at her desk finishing up the last details on her case file. Even though they were still at work her careful Caregiver eyes spotted Y/n leaving the bullpen, and then Spencer right after.

A sinking feeling fell upon her that something was wrong, call it a Caregiver’s Spidey sense. She wishes for once she was wrong. Spencer came rushing over to her, worried and sad.

“M-…JJ, something’s wrong with Y/n.” He tried to explain sounding like his normal adult self. But his regression was in full swing and JJ could easily see it.

“What’s going on? Where is he sweetheart?” Now she was worried. A thousand questions played in her mind.

“The bathroom. I walked in to see if he was okay and I found him crying by the sink. I tried to help but he only asked for you.” Spencer explained.

JJ stood up from her desk and placed a comforting hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “Thank you for looking out for your little brother and making sure he’s okay. I’m going to take care of this, and while I’m gone I want you to go to Aunt Penelope’s office and keep her company. Okay?”

Spencer nodded. “Okay…but just-.” He stopped for a moment, looking up at JJ with tears in his eyes. “Just make sure he’s okay. I’m worried about him.”

She smiled and kissed the top of his head. “I know you are sweetheart. I promise I’ll make sure Y/N’s okay.”

With that small reassurance Spencer nodded and left heading towards Garcia’s office. With Spencer taken care of JJ turned her attention to the bathroom.

When she arrived she could hear Y/n soft cries and sniffing. She knocked on the door, “Y/N? It’s me baby, it’s Mommy. Can I come in?”

Even though it was a public bathroom filled with different stalls and sinks, she wanted permission to enter his space instead of barging in.

If she wasn’t listening as closely she could’ve missed the soft “You can come in.”

JJ immediately walked in and closed the main bathroom door behind her, locking it. If someone needed the bathroom they could go to the one a floor down. For right now they needed this space, just the two of them.

Once JJ and Y/N made eye contact, it was as if the world paused so the two of them could have a moment alone together.

Her heart shattered seeing Y/N so broken and upset. She instantly made her way over to her boy and wrapped him into a tight comforting hug.

“My baby boy, what’s wrong sweetheart? What’s happened?” She asked but didn’t get much in the way of a response.

Y/N just cried into JJ shoulder, finally getting the comfort he’s wanted after this long case.

JJ decided to help Y/N along with figuring out why he was so upset. She rubbed his back with one hand and played with his hair in the other. She could tell he wasn’t in the mode to talk and that was okay. Yes and no questions it was then.

“Did someone hurt you?” She asked. He shook his head against her.

“Did someone say something to you?” Another no from him.

Thank God those were two no’s. Because if they weren’t, she would’ve killed someone.

“Sweetheart,” She said pulling them apart and looking into his teary eyes. “I want to help you as best I can right now. But I can only do it when I know what’s going on. You don’t have to talk if you don’t feel like it right now. But you have to give me an idea what’s going on.” She explained.

Y/N nodded wearily. He turned around and pointed to his pants which now sadly had a small red blood stain on the back.

Immediately it all clicked into place for JJ. “Oh sweetheart I’m so sorry this happened. You’re okay baby boy, you’re okay.” She pulled him back up against her, holding him in a tight hug once more.

“Baby boy?” He broke apart and looked at JJ.

Her heart shattered at the question. She caressed his face and placed a kiss to the crown of his head, “You will always be my baby boy. This will not change that. It never has and it never will.”

More tears started to run down Y/N’s face hearing those words. JJ almost fell backwards by the force of the next hug he gave her.

“It’s okay baby. You’re okay. Mommy’s going to make it all better.” JJ said, rubbing his back to comfort him so more.

When the tears dried and his breath started to slow to a normal rate, JJ broke apart from her boy and wiped the last of the tears away.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do, I’m going to get you set up in the stall over here. Then I’m going to grab your bag and get you changed into something clean and comfortable. After that we’re going to get your brother and head home. Sound good?” She asked only to get a nod and a small smile from Y/N.

“Okay let’s get you set up then.” Taking his hand in hers, she led him over the the big stall in the bathroom. Inside was your standard public bathroom only this time with a changing table made especially for Littles.

“There,” she smiled. “Now, I’m going to grab your bag from my office. Keep the door locked okay?” That got another small nod from Y/N. With a small kiss to his head she left the stall, hearing a small click of the lock on the way out.

~~~

After JJ left the bathroom I felt uncomfortable again. She just made everything so safe and comfortable. Now without her here everything felt overwhelming, scary again.

But she wouldn’t be long. She just went to grab my bag and then we would go home. I couldn’t wait to be home again, laying on the couch with my favorite stuffie on one side and JJ on the other.

But my beautiful daydream was interrupted by the sound of someone entering the bathroom. Despite my stall door being closed, I backed myself far away from the door, my back hitting the wall.

This was a restroom, it would be ignorant of me to think no one else would use it. But I want to just be alone with JJ. Now with strangers walking into the space I felt more exposed and scared.

But the person who walked in stayed by the sinks. They didn’t walk into a stall or wash their hands. Before I had a moment to really question it further, the man spoke up.

“Hey kiddo it’s just Uncle Derek. Your mom just sent me in here to stop anyone from coming in. You doing alright in there?”

A wave of relief washed over me. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and wiped a few stray tears.

“M’ doing okay.” I managed to say.

“That’s good to hear. You just let me know if you need anything okay?”

I nodded my head. But then I realized he couldn’t see it so I added a quick: “okay.”

Uncle Derek was a life saver! Not once but twice people tried to enter the bathroom but he redirected them away. I’m couldn’t have been more happy to have him there to protect me.

After what felt like years but was only really 15 minutes JJ returned and relieved Morgan of his guard duties. He knocked on the door before leaving.

“See you when you get out kiddo.” He added before leaving the bathroom to JJ and I once more.

I heard the main door to the bathroom lock before JJ knocked on the stall door. I quickly ran over and opened it to her only to see my favorite stuffie in her arms!

“I’m sorry I took so long. I thought your bag was in my office but it turns out it was in my car. But guess who was also in there waiting for you?”

I immediately grabbed the stuffie and brought him close. Between him and JJ being back, everything started to feel calm again.

“Alright baby boy, let’s get you all sorted out.”

JJ opened the changing table, quickly cleaned and placed a cover on. Then she went over to me and helped me and my stuffie up onto it.

With that she started to get to work, taking my shoes off, then my pants and underwear. Then she helped clean up and before I knew it she was sliding a fresh pull-up on me followed by my emergency set of pants.

“There you go,” she said rubbing my belly. “All fresh and clean.”

Suddenly a sad thought came across my head. “Mommy, I can’t wear a pull-up.”

“Why not? You’re too young not to wear one.” She pointed out, making me feeling smaller.

“No, it’s just that…it’s going to have blood on it.”

JJ sighed. She sat me up and held my hand in mine. “I want you to listen to me for a second Y/N. I don’t mind taking care of you whether you’re on or off your period. That changes nothing about the fact you’re my little boy. Do you understand? I still love you the same and I will never see you different. You are and will forever be my baby boy.”

More tears found their way to my eye as she pulled me into a hug once more. I felt so much better now that I was changed, but even more so now that I felt accepted. No matter what anyone said or what my body said, I’m her little boy. Forever.

“Now,” she said breaking apart. “We gotta go catch up with your brother. He’s very worried about you. I’d say he’s so worried he might let you chose the movie we watch tonight.” JJ winked.

“Really?!” I said shocked. Tonight was his movie night choice. But he was gonna let me chose?!

“Really! And if we’re really lucky we might be able to convince Uncle Derek and Aunt Penelope to stay and watch it with us.” JJ added as she helped me down.

Hand in hand the two of us walked out of that bathroom. Once out we went to Aunt Penelope’s office and met up with Spencer again.

He stood up and ran over to me “Y/n! Are you okay? I’ve been so worried!” He wrapped me in a tight hug.

I smiled against his shoulder, “I’m okay Spence.”

“While you were gone I thought of the coolest game we can play when we get home!” Spencer added excitedly once we broke apart.

“I can’t wait!” I smiled back.

“Come on boys, it’s time to go home.” JJ said after talking to Garcia.

Spencer took one hand and JJ took the other as we left the BAU. My little family always knew how to make me feel appreciated and accepted. Caregiver and Little boy. Forever and always.

[dhiings]

𖦹 Jane w/ Performance Unit

Jane’s masterlist ⋆｡˚ Moodboards ;0

જ⁀➴ Hoshi x Jane

Relationship Dynamic : frenemies, love and hate relationship, "Our love language is just annoying and fighting each other" Nickname given by Jane for Hoshi : soonyoungie, hosh Nickname given by Hoshi for Jane : jein/ok

• They could be each other's biggest enemies (especially when they're playing competitive games. ex: mafia...). • There had been rumored that they had a BIG BIG fight to the extend they didn't talk to each other for months. There's also clips where jane and hoshi doesn't want to hold hands or even look at each other during a performance... the reason for their fights? we never know 🤫 • Even though, Jane got frustrated a lot because of Hoshi's nagging during dance practices, she's very thankful for him. There are sooo many clips of her saying "Our synchronization can't be questioned when you're coach is Hoshi oppa" • Never. I mean. NEVER. put them side by side when they're out drinking. Chaos drunk x chaos drunk = nothing good. disastrous even. "STOP KISSING ME OR IMMA SMACK YOU!" said Jane... multiple times... but what do Hoshi respond? "Aiggoo my baby, muah muah let this horangi kiss you"

જ⁀➴ Jun x Jane

Relationship Dynamic : a heart warming different kind version of an older brother "someone that you would love to have in your life" Nickname given by Jane for Jun : jun/juni Nickname given by Jun for Jane : jein/uki

• Jun and Jane both like walking at night and exploring cafes or restaurant. • Jun's always made fun of Jane when she's crying (in a good way). But, then again, he's going to be the one who offer his own t-shirt to be used as an emergency napkin when there's no towel/tissue/napkin nearby. • Jane loveeess being around him. She said there's just something about him. If, "I'm dying without you. When are you coming back?" is a person... it would be Jane 1000% (especially when jun's away to film in China). • "I feel like no words could express how i appreciate Jun oppa. Jun oppa is someone that you would love to have in your life. I love you brother. And happy birthday". With just that sentence that comes from Jane's mouth in a video during a concert where she can't attend because of her sickness, Jun cried like a river. and it was the perfect time for jane to get her comeback and made fun of him.

જ⁀➴ The8 x Jane

Relationship Dynamic : chill people who like to observe things together, "Let's sneak out tand go to the rooftop to watch the stars" Nickname given by Jane for Th8 : hao/elsa Nickname given by The8 for Jane : jein/uki

• Their first encountered in Pledis is very cute. Due to their language barrier, they talk with their body/hands. Just like with Jun, because of this, when they are partnered up for a guessing game with body movement, they always win. • Getting excited to introduces Minghao to jun. • Minghao likes photography, which later he decided to introduce it to Jane by buying her a digicam and disposable camera. • In returns, Jane introduces Minghao to exploring museums and art galleries.

જ⁀➴ Dino x Jane

Relationship Dynamic : little brother to protect, clingy dino, "for sure in another life we're siblings in any kind of forms.." "even when we're in forms of fish noona?" "yeah, why not" Nickname given by Jane for Dino : dino/chani Nickname given by Dino for Jane : jein/uki noona

• She can't stop babying him. • Jane like to teased him by saying "If i need to choose one of the member to be my kid, i will pick Dino". Then, he will suddenly become so shy blushing saying things "aah, hajima noona~" • She looovees watching Dino's old videos, the kid version of him. There were times that caught carat's attention that her lockscreen is actually Dino's childhood photo. • "You will never want to know the feeling of having to handle both Jane and Dino when they're drunk." that's what Jeonghan kept saying to carats :) Both Dino and Jane will be sooo clingy towards each other and without no doubt, she babied him more. That makes them both live in their own world.

*of course all of them are going to be called with "hyung"/"oppa", depend on jane's mood (beside dino)

[svt-rosalie]

Hihi ode , hru today ? I wanted to ask how did the members react when they heard woozi and Rosie got together?

seungcheol: very protective, he was asking questions upon questions. “when did you guys get together” “what’s your intention with our rosie” “you’re not going to hurt her are you?”

jeonghan: he already knew they had feelings for each other and found out by himself when they got together. so he wasn’t really suprised he encouraged it

joshua: he was super supportive and congratulated the two. he kinda suspected it but didn’t say anything until the two did it themselves

junhui: he lowkey cried :((( that’s his little rosebud, he just wants to best for her and it’s her first relationship even if it is one of his group members she’s dating, he’s gonna be protective

hoshi: he was so excited, when i tell you he is the number one JIJI stan, he is! he loves them together so much and was so happy when they announced it

wonwoo: he was kind of upset. that’s his little rosebud, his little sister. to him it felt like she was growing up but he still thinks of that shy 13 year old who would giggle and want to hold his hand when walking across the street. but he was definitely happy for her and congratulated them

dokyeom: he was SHOCKEDDDDDDDDD! he had genuinely zero clue that they even liked each other. maybe he just didn’t pay attention enough but he congratulated them, though not too enthusiastically knowing seungkwan’s feelings for her

mingyu: he didn’t believe them. at all. he was like “haha very funny guys jokes over”. he did not actually believe until a week later when he walked in on them making out in rosie’s room….at least he’s supportive

minghao: he’s was neutral about it to be honest, he was happy for them and wasn’t going to be rude about the relationship but he also didn’t know what it meant for the group or for seungkwan. but once he realized they were genuinely serious he started being more supportive

seungkwan: he was upset. i mean he congratulated them and said he was happy for them, but in his room later that night he definitely was shedding some tears and trying to figure out what to do with his feelings for rosie

vernon: he was chill about it. he kinda already expected it you could say? but never called it out and just wanted them to do it themselves. he also was not shocked to find out rosie made the first move

dino: ohhhhh was he upset. dino is rosalie’s big brother almost like her twin and he does not want this to end bad for her so he was definitely on the fence about their relationship but came around. he still makes passive aggressive comments but that’s a story for another day

[a-single-slice-of-toast]

I wanted to make a nice and "simple" comic for today, so I chose to show off some of my headcanon relationships.

Explanations for each panel under the cut

Black Garlic is so obviously a Licofait kid. I mean, come on, she's a streamer obsessed with the undead and has big hair with white bangs and wears clothes with big, droopy sleeves. Also Poison Mushroom is there because, out of all of the Cookies of Darkness, they seem to hang around Licorice a lot. I see Licorice holding a sort of older brother role to them.

Read this comic that I spent an excessive amount of time on for context and also this one I guess, but to summarize, Pastry adopts Strawberry Crepe and eventually she marries Red Velvet. I JUST WANT HER TO BE HAPPY. Also Chiffon is sitting in this weird spot where they are like a pet to Pastry and Strawberry Crepe, but more like a son to Red Velvet.

Context here, but basically Sour Belt and Choco Bonbon are fashion wives and Adventurer is a protective son. Also, I just realized that would maybe make Dino-Sour Adventurer's uncle-in-law, or not, I don't know how it works.

Alchemist and Vampire are just annoyed genius younger sibling and obnoxious dumbass older sibling. Truly the Dexter and Deedee of current year.

Almond and Walnut's father-daughter time mostly consists of crime-stopping and not much else. Almond is a very proud father because of Walnut's growing detective skills.

Amber Sugar and Sugar Glass are still on the hunt for the perfect home but they slowly realize that they've already found something greater slow-burn 20K words not beta read

After months and/or years of soul-searching, Dark Choco finally decides to reconcile with his father.

Madeleine occasionally visits his old home to regale his aunties and mother with his latest adventures throughout Earthbread.

I would explain the Juice Bar Regulars, but I'm pretty sure the fandom has done that enough.

Cotton and Sherbet are BFFs done literally

The cottagecore gfs return to their Ovenbreak friends to tell them about their new Kingdom adventures.

I just think that Pastry, Parfait, Carrow, and Avocado would have a fun friendship. Also, I JUST WANT PASTRY TO BE HAPPY

The coffee trio are great friends, but sometimes Espresso regrets their friendship when they start teasing him about his relationship with Madeleine.

Purple Yam, Milk, and Mala Sauce are adventurer buddies who are always ready for any challenge, including any challenge Purple Yam creates due to his eternal rage.

Lilac is quickly learning that being a bodyguard for the person you are dating and are supposed to assassinate can be very stressful.

Someone once said to Eclair, "If you love relics so much, why don't you marry one?" and then he did. His cousins are proud of course, and luckily Earl Grey can be their wedding planner and Roguefort won't try to steal Tea Knight.

String Gummy discovers the moral dilemma of having to arrest a dimension-hopping time-criminal who also happens to be his long-lost sister.

Jungleberry is glad that Hollyberry has returned, but is starting to grow tired of her arriving drunk to every attempt at a royal family portrait. Princess and Knight are not helping the situation with their cheering at Hollyberry's juice-fueled antics.

Ovenbreak Gingerbrave and Kingdom Gingerbrave and their respective friend groups proudly sharing their respective adventures with each other.

[kimbappykidding]

At first Scoups found it cute. You and Dino were both the same age and still babies to him. He thought it was puppy love and found the way Dino could barely look you in the eye funny.

Then as you got older he found it less funny. 

You both grew up and started looking and acting more like adults. He knew for a fact Dino was no longer innocent and he'd purposefully kept you away from him because of that. However due to social media he couldn't stop you forever. So when Dino popped up to you on your 21st birthday there was nothing Scoups could do to stop him...or to stop a friendship from forming. "Hey who are you texting?" Jeonghan asked and went to look at Dino’s phone when the maknae shied away from him "nobody". "Nobody? Then why are you hiding your phone...it’s a girl isn't it". Dino blushed and the members smirked. Scoups wasn’t here but Jeonghan, Joshua, Wonwoo, Woozi Seungkwan and Hoshi were all grinning at one another making him blush. "Do we know her?" Joshua asked and Dino nodded "yeah but it's not a big deal we just got back in touch after not talking for a while". "Awww cute" Seungkwan asked while Hoshi went straight for "is she hot?". "It's Y/n" Dino said and Jeonghan paused "Y/n as in Scoups' Y/n?". Dino nodded "yeah we're friends. It was her birthday the other month, I wished her a happy birthday and we've just been catching up". "Does Scoups know?" Jeonghan asked and Dino shook his head "no, we're just chatting". The others all nodded but they knew Scoups might see it differently. Still none of them mentioned it to Scoups and so you progressed from texting to face timing to actually coming in person to see Dino. You’d purposefully arranged a day when Scoups had practice all day and thought you'd be safe.

You’d miscalculated.

You were going to a bakery around the corner from Dino’s place so you knocked on the door only for Scoups himself to open the door. "Y/n what are you doing here?" he asked. Inside you were panicking but you knew your brother responded to confidence so you just stood up taller. "I'm here to meet Dino" you smiled back but Scoups paused "Dino?". You nodded "yeah we're going for lunch to catch up, we'd invite you but you have practice". Scoups paused at the sneaky maknae and went to ask more questions when Dino appeared. His eyes went straight to you and they widened like they did when he was impressed. "Wow you look amazing!" he cried still not spotting Scoups. You blushed "hah so do you, we grew up nicely huh?". "You can say that again" Dino nodded coming closer and then his eyes landed on Scoups. "Hyung..." he said "I thought you'd already left". "My timeslot got pushed back" Scoups smiled sweetly "I had no idea Y/n was coming up". "Yeah it was just a casual thing so I didn't think to tell you". You nodded "yeah I'm literally just here for the day and then it's back to uni". Scoups nodded "that sounds nice I hope you have a good day". The two of you nodded and went to leave when Scoups called Dino back for a quick "reminder about tomorrow". "We have a reservation" Dino said but Scoups smiled "this will only take a second".

Dino didn’t want to be left alone with Scoups but he had no choice. Scoups waved to you cheerily and then closed the door. "So..." Scoups said "this is a warning. You touch my sister and you're done". Dino knew Scoups would be protective but he wasn't expecting to be shut down so quickly. "What?" he asked. Scoups narrowed his eyes "don't play dumb with me, I saw you check her out and I know you're not an innocent kid anymore. I like you but not for my sister so if I find out you laid a finger on her...even if she asked you to, you'll regret it. Got it?". Dino swallowed. In his mind when he imagined this scenario he always argued back or challenged Scoups but in real life Scoups was a lot scarier. "Yes hyung" he agreed and Scoups nodded "good now go have fun" and gave him a very hard “friendly” pat on the back.

You waited for Dino down the hall. "So what happened?' You asked "did he threaten you?". Dino shook his head not wanting to admit he'd just backed down like that. "No apparently schedules have moved for tomorrow so he was giving me and heads up". You knew Dino was lying but didn't want to push him so nodded "that's nice of him....so where's this famous bakery?" and Dino’s smile returned.

Hours later, Dino glared as you got closer and closer to the train station because it was going to take you away and he’d had the best day with you! He knew you were witty, funny and cool from your texts and phone calls but everything was magnified in person and he loved it. You had the exact same sense of humour and he felt like he’d been friends with you for years. You remembered everything he’d told you over the week and he really enjoyed talking to you. He felt like he could tell you anything and completely let his guard down. He found you intoxicating in the best possible way and figured it was a cruel twist of fate that of course you’d be perfect for him and so unattainable. 

“So this was really fun” you said at the ticket barrier “we’ll have to do it again, maybe you can come visit me? If you’re not too busy, I know how serious your work is”. Dino shook his head “no...well it is but I can definitely come see you. I don’t want you to do all the travelling”. You smiled “well it will be easier when the term is over, then I move here for the summer”. Dino’s face must’ve shown how happy he was because you laughed “i’m glad you’re not dreading that”. “Not at all! How long do you have left?”. “Only 5 weeks so it’s not long” you said and Dino smiled “great! We’ll have some downtime too over the summer so we can hang out more”. You smiled “I’d like that” looking up at him and Dino blushed “me too”. He supposed this would be the part in the rom-com where he’d kiss you but he couldn’t shake off Scoups’ words so he just hugged you instead and waved until you were out of sight. 

After that you hung out a few more times before you moved to the city. Dino was SO excited that he drove up to get your stuff and help you move in. Scoups was going to come but at the last minute the company asked him to stay and Dino was thrilled. You were too when Dino pulled up and there was no Scoups. Dino had purposefully kept it a secret as a surprise and from your grin it was totally worth it. Of course you loved your brother but it would be nice to be without his glares and brooding presence. “This road trip just got so much better...well if you consider having to help me move all my stuff fun”. Dino shrugged “I can’t think of anything better, now where do I start?”.

Dino helped you pack all your things into his car and you couldn’t have done it without him. You weren’t that organised but Dino was, so where you would’ve just shoved things in at any order he carefully placed them and everything fit easily. You’d noticed your housemates watching Dino and when you went to say goodbye they were all smiles. “So...your not boyfriend is pretty cute”. “Forget cute did you see his abs when his shirt rose up? He’s smoking!” another cried and you shushed them. “He’s only in the car! He might hear you”. “So? Maybe then the two of you will actually get together”. “We can’t I told you”. “Yeah he works with your brother but your brother isn’t anything to do with this”. You nodded “I know but I don’t want to put Dino in an awkward position or wreck his relationship with my brother...their career is really influenced by their bond with one another and I could wreck all that. I don’t want to hurt Dino like that”. “Y/n he drove all the way up here just to bring you to his city, I think the only thing you’re going to do is make him very happy”. You shrugged “well that’s the plan”.  

You arrived at your apartment a few hours later and began the lengthy process of moving all your boxes in. Dino brought them up while you started organising them. You wanted to get moved-in in some fashion and by the evening all the essentials had been unpacked and sorted. You were lying on the sofa recovering when Dino folded up the last box. “Done!” Dino said collapsing on the sofa beside you but he didn’t expect his weight to make you jump up. You bounced and landed beside him knocking into him. “Y/n i’m so sorry!” Dino cried but you were laughing too hard to tell him it was okay. He got the message and started laughing seeing you were okay. You could not stop and leaned on him for support, which was fine but when you both calmed down it was just you basically laying against him with a hand on his chest. Dino had never been this close to you before and his heart was beating rapidly...which of course you noticed. “Is that your heartbeat?”. Dino nodded “yeah...”. “Are you nervous?” you asked and he nodded “yes” looking at you. You blushed but didn’t move away. You looked at his lips and Dino wondered if you were going to kiss him. In his current state he wouldn't be able to pretend he didn’t want to kiss you and would be completely at your mercy. “Dino...” you said softly when the doorbell went and you both jumped. You looked at the clock and swore “it’s Scoups”. “Already?” Dino asked. Scoups was going to take you out for dinner on your first night like he always did but you didn’t realise it was time. “I know” you said and pressed the buzzer “come on in it’s open”. 

Minutes later Scoups appeared and he looked around impressed “wow it looks pretty clean in here, well done Dino”. “Hey how do you know it wasn’t me?” you asked. “Because I know you and I know Dino” Scoups replied and Dino smiled. He wondered if this was a good sign, was Scoups warming to the idea of you two? Then Scoups turned to him “so Y/n and I, are gonna heading out soon so you’ll want to be heading off”. You frowned and went to argue when Dino nodded “sure, I hope you have a good night”. Scoups nodded “we will, Y/n do you mind if I use your bathroom before we leave?”. “No of course not...and thank Dino for putting the toilet roll in there”. Scoups thanked him sarcastically and you led Dino to the door. 

Dino could tell you had something to say because you kept looking back the way Scoups came. “Dino back there on the sofa...”. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have let it happen” he started when you shook your head “I liked it”. Dino blinked “what?”.  “I liked being that close to you and I like you” you said blushing. Dino blushed too and despite everything he felt thrilled. “I like you too” Dino said and you beamed. You went to step closer when the bathroom door opened and Dino jumped away from you. "Goodnight Y/n" he said holding out a hand to you. You looked at it confused before shaking his hand with a small smile on your face "goodnight Dino".

You could resist a smile as he walked out the door and then turned back to your brother as if nothing had happened. “So ready to go?”. 

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This will be a two part series and the next part will be out shortly! 

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FEATURING 、JEFF THE KILLER X F!READER

WARNINGS 、FOUL LANGUAGE

NAVIGATION 、𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄.

Your world is forced onto its head, spinning you around until you’re nauseous where you sit, held forcefully back against the cushion of the chair but you don’t dare to look at the hand of whoever is holding you in place. Fear is instilled in you. For the first time in your life, you feared for your safety to make it out of this situation alive.

The clock ticks persistently on the wall, echoing in your head and bouncing off the walls of the large living room as you stare at your father with confused, scared and hopeful eyes much like that of a child’s. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want this to be real. You wished that if you closed your eyes and opened them once more, you’d be greeted with a pleasant evening spent with the rest of your family while watching your favorite shows together.

How did it end up like this? When did your evening get twisted and molded into a real life nightmare? The men- no, that’s the wrong word to use. The monsters that stood before you in your living room, their sick faces turned to look at you as the ‘leader’ of the group questions your father for answers to something you aren’t familiar with. It was sickening, it was stomach churning to have to witness this and be unable to do anything. You couldn’t fix things, you couldn��t make the monsters go back to the dark shadows they should’ve stayed within. How did it end up like this? When did it go wrong?

Your eyes are unfocused as they stare at the wooden floorboards before you. The sounds of the constant talking grows muffled and quieter to your ears as you sink deep into your mind like it was a big body of water, submerging yourself in its cold embrace. You take a small breath, quiet and unmoving and ignore the things happening around you, just for a moment.

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“Sweetheart! You’re going to be late for work!” Your mother calls from downstairs and you blink tiredly at your reflection in your bathroom mirror. You feel like a walking corpse after staying up all night studying for an exam you knew you would never truly feel prepared for. You rub your eyes with the palms of your hands and sigh deeply, the small ambience of the ventilation in the background being the only thing you hear for a few seconds until you push yourself away from the mirror, away from your face that stares back at you tiredly, and exit your bathroom.

You close your bedroom door softly behind you, fixing your shirt a bit before walking down the stairs and glancing over to your right where the kitchen is and where your mother resides preparing lunch for your younger brother.

“Hi, sweetie.” She says kindly, tugging a bag of baby carrots out of the fridge and placing them on the counter. “I made you lunch to take with you! I know you said you were fine but.. I wanted to help you a little.” You smile just the slightest, eyes looking down at the ground for a moment before you chuckle.

“Thanks, mom.” You grin a bit and she places baby carrots on a plastic kid’s plate much similar to one you’d find in a cafeteria in elementary school.

She gives you another smile in response, feeling a tug on her shirt that makes you both look down at the little boy that stares at her with bright eyes.

“Mommy! I’m hungry.” He pouts, pointing towards his belly.

“I know baby,” Your mom sighs with a soft smile. “I’m making you lunch right now. How does dino nuggets with baby carrots and ranch sound?” She says it enthusiastically and your brother squeals in response, jumping around with a loud giggle.

“Okay! I’m gonna go play now, mommy.” He says and runs off, nearly tripping on his way up the stairs to which you and your mom both shake your heads at with a small laugh.

“Always energetic, huh?” You grin, leaning over the counter as you watch your mom place each nugget delicately like it was a gourmet meal.

“You used to be like that when you were little.” She states, looking over at you. “But now that you’re 18, you’ve become much more like your father.”

You raise a brow at her, a frown on your face at her words. “How so?” You toy with your sleeve absentmindedly.

She shrugs. “More quiet, serious.. You’re no longer a little kid anymore.” She frowns, seeming sad over it to which you playfully roll your eyes. “You also got that same look in your eyes like your father. Like you’re always thinking of something.” She nudges a small familiar zipped up bag towards you and you already know it’s your lunch.

You scoff and pick it up, standing up straight as you start to walk backwards. “Yeah, sure I do.” You say sarcastically. “Always gotta be prepared if you’re in this family.”

She puts her hands on her hips and stares at you in fake offense. “And what do you mean by that?”

You grin as you open the front door. “You know exactly what I mean.” Right after the words leave your lips you hear your sister calling out to your mom about your brother getting into her room. You see the look on your moms face as she rolls her eyes in response to the yell from your sister upstairs before waving at you with a smile as you leave and then close the door behind you.

As you got into your car your phone pinged with a notification, the vibrations making the small device buzz against the glovebox. You pick it up, staring at the lockscreen with a puzzled expression.

POLICE REPORTS HAVE BEEN MADE IN YOUR AREA.

What a weird fucking notification. Was that really a thing now? You don’t really care to think about it much and shrug it off, tossing the phone into the passenger seat where your bag with your lunch sits before revving the car to life and buckling the seatbelt. You know your mother would scold you for hours if she saw you drive off without buckling and the very thought made you make a conscious effort to do it every time you got behind the driver’s seat. You drive off, mind empty of any thoughts as you focus on just getting the day over with as soon as possible.

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It’s late. So very late when you get home after work. You hadn’t expected your mom to ask you to get a few things at the store on your way back but you also hadn’t expected the manager to insist you stay after work to restock because some of the other employees tasked with that job were absent for unknown reasons and hadn’t shown up for work. Was it worth it? No, but you wanted to look good to hopefully get a raise despite how underpaid you were already, so here you are parking the car in the garage with a small groan at the ache in your neck and back. You felt exhausted, you just wanted to go to sleep and skip out on dinner tonight.

Yet the second you walked into the house, you had the sneaking suspicion that you weren’t going to get to go to bed early like you wanted to.

Your mom greeted you, followed by a nod of acknowledgment from your sister who typed away at her phone and then came the sound of soft thudding footsteps followed by a loud squeal of your name from your brother as he ran up and hugged your legs as tight as he could muster.

You can’t find the energy in you to push them all away and ignore them so you smile at your mother, glare softly at your sister and welcome your brother’s hug with a laugh and open arms. It felt good though. It felt right to come back home to such lively people who loved you dearly. It made you feel a bit better about your day no matter how shit it was.

You offer the two bags of items your mom wanted you to buy towards her to which she takes, mouthing ‘thank you’ to you as she carries them into the kitchen and puts them away.

“Are you gonna watch the new show with us, sissy?” Your brother asks, eyes big and full of curiosity as he looks up at you, a spiderman toy in one hand and the other grabbing onto your shirt to get your attention.

“New show?” You echo, brows furrowed in confusion before your sister huffs quietly from where she sat on the big couch.

“Y’know the one with that one killer?” She glances over at you, pausing her fingers that were typing vigorously at her phone. You slightly shake your head ‘no’ still not understanding. She groans. “You know he like, kills all the people at the campsite because they’re “trespassing”.” She airs quotation marks, before focusing back on her phone as it clicks with you and you understand what they both were talking about but you don’t get to think on it too hard when you hear footsteps from upstairs.

You look over, watching as your father comes down the stairs as silent as ever, an indifferent look on his face before he looks over at you for a split second and then heads towards his recliner in the living room and sits down. That was all the greeting you were going to get from him, not that you cared.

You sigh, walking towards your mother quietly and she hums expectantly, not even turning around to face you.

“Mom,” You start, voice quiet as you glance over at your siblings and father in the living room. “I’m really tired after work today. It was hard and-“

“You just wanna go to bed, right?” She grins knowingly, waving her hand in the air dismissively. “It’s fine, sweetheart. Go get some rest, alright? A nice, hot shower would help any sore muscles too.” She adds the last part with a small wink and soft chuckle before opening the oven and looking at the hot lasagna that resided within it. You sigh, relieved and sneak up the stairs when your brother wasn’t paying attention. You knew he’d overreact and beg you to spend time with them and you wouldn’t be able to say no to him if that happened.

You shut your bedroom door silently, twisting the knob completely so it didn’t even click just in case your brother caught the sound despite your bedroom being the farthest from the stairs.

You change into soft pajamas, smiling to yourself as you sink into the mattress and tug the blankets over yourself. Darkness enveloped your bedroom and welcomed you gently into its silky smooth arms as the presence of your pillow beneath your head as you closed your eyes and let sleep lull you into a dreamland far away from here. The muffled sound downstairs of your family— still lively and full of energy —didn't affect you as you dozed off into sleep like it had in the past. You pulled the soft blankets closer to your form, curling into them comfortably as your breaths evened out and you sunk deeper into the bed beneath you.

Thud, thud… … …Knock, knock, knock. 

It’s a frantic sound that rips you out of the sleep you were in. Your eyes wide and alert as your heart rate spikes and you tug the blankets off yourself and open your bedroom door. The sight of your sister, face filled with dread as she has a hand over your brother’s mouth as tears fill his eyes makes your heart crack in your chest.

You think that maybe he got hurt, or your parents were fighting. “What happened, bud? Everything okay?” You ask him quietly but your sister is quick to shake her head frantically and push herself and him past you into the bedroom.

“There’s.. people.” She manages to say and it’s now you notice how she’s shaking so badly. “Downstairs. We all went to bed shortly after you did, and then there was this big crash sound downstairs and yelling an-and Mom told me to get him and bring him in here to you and-“

“Hey,” You say gently, putting your hands on her shoulders as your brother clings to your side. “It’s gonna be okay. Don’t panic, alright?” You try your best to reassure her. You were the oldest, you had to be calm and collected for the both of them.

You take a second to think, moving your hands off her down to hug your brother who starts to cry quietly into your shirt. You look up at your sister, “How many?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t know, I didn’t see them.” She stays silent for a second before searching your eyes for hope. “Are we really going to be okay?”

“Of course you are.” You say, eyes locked with hers and it’s enough to prove you’re serious about what you say and you can visibly see her body relax a bit at your reassurance.

You hold your brother close before pulling him and her towards your window. Your sister stares at you with wide eyes. “What are you-“

“You’re going to go through the window and catch him when I drop him to you.” You whisper, pulling the window open and turning towards her expectantly. “We don’t have time. You have to trust me okay?” You didn’t know how bad the situation was nor if there were any intruders outside of the house as well, but it was the only option you had to get them away and to safety.

Her eyes gloss over with tears, bottom lip trembling as she stares at you with wide eyes. “But.. B-but what if we-“ 

“Listen to me.” Your brows furrow and your lips turn down into a frown but you don’t get angry with her. You understand why she feels scared and is panicking, instead you’re angry with whatever the hell caused this. “I need you to do as I say so you both can get out of here.”

“What about you?” She asks and you’re nearly growing impatient now with her persistence to stay and not go out the window.

“I will be okay. I’ll be right behind you two.” You’re lying through your teeth but it makes her nod in response, shakily leaning through and out the window onto the ground with a small thud. You wince a bit as you watch but she seems unfazed, perhaps it was adrenaline that made her not feel anything from the fall.

You turn to your brother next. “Hey, buddy.” You say quietly, crouching down in front of him with a soft look in your eyes. He stares back, teary eyed as you wipe away the tear stains on his puffy cheeks. “It’s gonna be okay I promise.”

“I don’t want you to go.” He suddenly cries out, you shush him gently and quietly, hugging him close to your chest one more time, one last time before you stand up and pull him closer to the window.

“I’m not going anywhere okay?” You smile at him and he sniffles with a nod and rubs at his bloodshot eyes in response as you lift him up and look out the window at where your sister stands with arms outstretched to grab him.

You nod at her and she nods back before you take a deep breath and prepare yourself for a moment before releasing him. You hold your breath as worry hits you like a train suddenly when your hands let go of him in mid air but he lands in her arms with a small grunt. She puts him on his feet on the ground and looks up at you.

“Now you get down here.” She says, breathing rather heavily.

You shake your head. “I’m going to grab my phone and my pocket knife, just go without me.” You try to convince her. “Call the police when you get far enough away from here and knock on anyone’s doors so you can try to get help.”

She doesn’t seem to like your response but knows what you’ve asked of her regardless. She takes a deep breath and grabs your little brother’s much smaller hand, looking around for anyone lurking in the shadows as she suddenly makes a sprint for it, grabbing him up in her arms in the process as she speeds off. You’re proud of her, so fucking proud but you don’t get to think about that for now. They’re getting to safety now, they will be okay. You have to focus on the real problem.

Who the hell is downstairs?

You close the window and walk slowly towards your bedroom door. You quietly open it and lean closer, hearing voices downstairs before a bit louder but they’re still muffled. A voice becomes clearer though and is suddenly a lot closer than the other ones are. It’s like they’re right at the bottom step of the stairs.

“Want me to check upstairs then?” The voice is raspy, rather deep as it booms out and it’s a male’s voice. You try to listen in as closely as you can but you can’t catch what someone says in response.

“Yeah, I got it… Fuckin’ prick.” He huffs under his breath and footsteps grow louder, booming down the hall and your body freezes in place. The footsteps get closer before they stop and turn into the room next to yours, your sister’s. You release a shaky breath you didn’t know you had been holding the entire time and back up from the door. You take a few steps backwards as much louder ones move around in your sister’s room and you hear things being moved around. You look around frantically, desperate to find somewhere to hide yourself and pray to any God looking down on you that he wouldn’t find you.

The only place you can fit perfectly into is your closet. You take quiet and precise steps towards it, pulling the slide door open and pushing yourself into the tight space of it. You pull the door shut and stand there, anticipating when he’d reach your room next.

A door closes, you assume it’s your sister’s bedroom door but your thoughts don’t process completely when you hear your bedroom door slowly creak open completely. It’s quiet, too quiet for you to handle as those dreaded footsteps take slow and menacing steps into your room.

You can’t see who it is, you don’t really want to see who it might be in your room right now. You put a hand over your mouth, breathing as quietly and slowly as you could as you stare at the wood of the closet door in total darkness.

“Are you in here?” He drawls out. A dark chuckle rumbling in his throat as he walks through your room. You hear the sheets on your bed being tugged abruptly and so roughly it makes you flinch and push your hand firmer onto your mouth. Your eyes are wide, unblinking with tears clinging to your lash line and then you hear him moving around again.

He hums, displeased and you hear a small thud before silence follows for a few beats. He huffs, now more annoyed than before as he shuffles around and it’s difficult to imagine what he might be doing. Heavy footsteps filled with impatience bounce off the walls as he walks towards your bedroom door before slamming it shut. You wait a few seconds, listening for anything but all you can hear is the distant sound of talking still coming from downstairs. There’s no more footsteps, no more movement and you release a breath. Your hands are trembling, blinking away tears and wiping them off your eyes as you give a few more seconds of silence. You wanted to be sure he was gone, you wanted to know it was truly safe.

You take a breath, release and open the closet door. It creaks quietly under your hold as you push it open. You lean out, looking at the bedroom door and relief flashes over your face. You step out completely, still curled in on yourself defensively but you straighten up a bit with newfound hope.

“There ya are.” An arm wraps around you and something cold is pressed against your neck but it disappears before you can even react properly. You gasp but it’s caught in your throat as you’re pulled back roughly against a broad and firm chest.

“Thought you could hide forever, hm?” He rasps out, breath hot against your ear and it makes your face scrunch up in disgust before you’re being forced to move forward as he takes steps towards the door and opens it.

He’d tricked you. He’d made you think he had left when he slammed the door but it was just to lure you out of hiding. This guy was scary, smart and easily angered from what you’ve heard from him for just a few minutes.

You hear your mom make a distraught sound as you take unwilling steps down the stairs. Another voice speaks, unfamiliar and you look up at the living room. Your eyes are wide in disbelief as you’re pulled off to the side, still held tight in the man’s grasp.

There’s too many unfamiliar faces in your living room for you to fully believe this is really happening right now. 

A hooded male, black mesh over his face keeping his identity hidden with a mocking frown etched into the black material with red thread. Another man who makes your blood boil in your veins as he leans into your mother’s face and spats out demands and orders. He wore a worn out yellow jacket, a white mask is worn over his face but it’s more feminine in appearance. His hair is disheveled, black and short and he’s rather tall and looks a bit older, middle aged maybe.

You look to your right where two other men stand as well. One wears a dark brown hoodie, the fabric appeared to be ripped and burned in a few spots on the sleeves. He wears a mask as well but it only covers the lower half of his face, almost looking like a cartoonish smile with the big white stripes on it. His brown eyes meet yours, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance as his eyes narrow at you before he looks back at the white masked man still barking at your parents. His hair is brown, soft and a bit curly looking and is grown out just a bit, the ends curling near his ears if he hasn’t cut it in a few months. Something dangles from his side, swaying a bit as the metal of it catches on the light hanging in the living room and you realize it’s a hatchet. You nearly shiver, not wanting to get anywhere near him.

The final male makes the hairs on your arms stick up as dread fills you like water being poured into a glass. The deep blue mask on his face keeps his identity hidden from view. His arms are resting by his sides and it’s hard to tell if he’s staring at you or staring at one of the others in the room. Black lines from the holes where eyes would be in his mask seemed to drip continuously as if something was presently being poured down them. You don’t want to know why or how that works to begin with.

You don’t know what the man holding you so tightly you swear you’ll have bruises later looks like and you didn’t want to know. You wished you  hadn’t seen any of their “faces” yet here you were being forced to witness these events taking place.

“I’ll ask you one more time.” The white masked man says, his voice is gruff and rather deep, reminding you of your father’s voice. Your mom sobs silently, struggling to hold eye contact with the male as he leans in closer. You pull against the grip that ‘hothead’ (yes that’s what you’re calling him for now) has on you which only makes his fingers dig into your soft skin more making you wince.

“Where is it.” The masked man hisses, voice threatening as your mother cries and he doesn’t relent.

“I don’t know what you want.” She chokes out, looking over at your father who is also seated beside her on the couch for questioning from these men. “Honey, please,” She begs barely above a whisper. You aren’t sure what she’s asking him for and she probably isn’t too sure herself but she cries out for his help, his protection regardless but still he stays as stone cold as ever. His expression doesn’t change, his eyes fixed on the ground as his wife cries for him right beside him.

You glare at him, hands balled into fists behind your back. That fucker, you think, just do something! Do anything at this point! But he doesn’t and so this night continues to become worse as time goes on.

“Does daddy dearest know anything then?” He spats condescendingly, moving over a few steps so he’s in front of your father. He doesn’t seem to like your dad’s silence and turns to look at the younger man with the hatchet hanging off his hip. “You wanna make him talk?”

The guy shrugs, his eyes boring into your dad as he contemplates before looking over at you. You don’t like how he looks at you.

“Use her.” He says, his voice has the slightest bit of a southern drawl to it as he spoke. The other man chuckles slightly and walks towards you in quick strides.

“Okay then,” You can hear the grin in his voice and you give him a challenging look as if daring him to touch you. “We’ll just-“

“Don’t touch her.” The man holding you hisses out, voice laced with venom and making you shiver while the feminine mask man stops for a moment and stands there in front of you.

You can see his eyes widen in disbelief through the eye holes of the mask. “You aren’t in charge are you?” He tilts his head, mocking the man who seems to only grip you impossibly tighter.

He exhales through his nose, angered by the man before you until the frowny face one speaks up. “Knock it off.” Is all he says but it’s enough to make the ‘leader’ back off with a scoff and eye roll.

“Fine. You do something then, Jeffery.”

“Don’t fuckin’ call me that.” He growls, his hold still secure on your arms as he takes a step forward nearly standing by your side now as he threatens to get in the man’s face. He snickers at his angry response and turns to walk back to your parents.

You’re pulled off to a chair in front of your parents, forced to sit in it as you stare at your mother who looks at the man behind you with such horror in her eyes it makes you worried to see what he looks like for yourself.

He leans over you, a hand on your shoulder as a warning to stay still and the other you assume to be by his side as it isn’t gripping onto you like a vice anymore.

“Start talking or I’m going to start cutting.” He says. His voice is dark, sadistic as he laughs from behind you. What did he mean by that? Start cutting what? You? Your clothes? God, you wished it wouldn’t be the latter if you had to pick. You didn’t want to have to experience whatever would happen after that so you push the horrid thought away as you look at your mother, silently pleading for help she couldn’t give you.

“Nothin’? Really?” He scoffs, a smile in his voice and he leans down lower, voice right by your ear as something flashes in the corner of your eye. You look to your right, not moving your head as you stare to train your eyes onto whatever was in your peripheral vision. A blade comes into view, reaching closer towards your arm that rests on the armchair. The man breathes against your skin, watching your father closely with a wide grin on his face that you can’t see.

Now you’re back to the present time before you thought back on all the things that happened before this took place. When your evening spent trying to get sleep was turned into a living nightmare. You wished you could’ve gone back and forced yourself to stay up and watch shows with them. You would’ve had one more good, fresh memory of you all together before this sudden separation you had to endure.

 Your eyes lock onto your father, fear and confusion swimming in your hues as you watch him, unmoving and unchanging as he always was. You scream at him in your head but he doesn’t do anything. His eyes glance over at you and you see that pride and stoicness he always wore so very present in this moment and you wanted to punch him in his face for a moment. Why was he doing this? Why was he so persistent in staying quiet? Did he know what they wanted? If so, he should just tell them and get it over with so you could escape this hell already and go back to how life was not even half a day ago.

The man that had found you upstairs pushes the flat side of the knife against your arm and you stiffen as he slides it over your skin all the way down to your wrist before drawing it up your forearm and stopping halfway. 

“Let’s see how much she bleeds then, yeah?”

[jacksdinonuggets]

Little Luz Headcanons

By the way, you can request a fic featuring these heacanons or a fic behind these headcanons.

-Luz found it out through fanfiction and did research about it and decided to try it. it worked very as a coping mechanism.

-Age Range: 1-4

-Camila was her first caregiver! she was very supportive about it and always takes care of her mija when she wants to be taken care of.

-has to wear diaps because she's pretty out of touch with her bladder when shes feeling small

-was very embarrassed when she had her first accident in front of Camila. but her mama comforted her and let Luz pick out what diapers she wanted online.

-never wears pants. they make her feel big.

-Loves stuffies. goes to build-a-bear at least once a month.

-pretty masculine with her regression. she likes dino's, space, and magic.

-She insists shes a big kid and doesn't need to be fed but in reality, she needs to.

-Eda was her second caregiver

-Eda found out about it after season 1 when she found Luz regressing.

-she had a bunch of pieces of wood and used them to create baby furniture that was Luz sized since she regressed often.

-King likes to say he's Luz's big brother when he's usually just a playmate

-Amity and Luz have playdates often and Ed and Em are Luz's babysitters.

-Luz spent a lot of time after King's tide, regressed. her friends did find out but she was more comfortable with regressing around Camila during that time.

-whenever Luz needed to regress in the human realm, the hexsquad would just spend the day in the cabin so Luz and Camila could spend some time together.

Thats mostly it. I hope you enjoyed!

[rhiezus]

[ homemade gift ] for my muse to make your muse a gift // NO BC STEPH REALLY WROTE LOVE LETTERS LIKE \! dino x steph

it was safe to say dongyoung had never been so nervous. yes, not even on his debut day, the first showcase of his group, or even in the first show of their tour which more than one thousand people attended. then he had a compromise with these people: the fans, his bandmates that became his family, the staff that helped them get where they were and just making it happen itself was already a dream come true so making it really was exciting, fun, and his life purpose. now this moment of his life was destiny. every decision and every circumstance he took led to this. one of the most important, if not the most, of his life: his wedding day.

how he could let his nerves get the best of him wasn't clear, just this morning he was calm and collected like he had always been but it all became too real way too soon. however actual and incredible this day was about to be it didn't come close to the extraordinary realization of knowing he was marrying the love of his life. it was too grand for him to bare it alone, thankfully he wasn't. not only was he surrounded by friends and family but he had just gotten proof that he never once was, in fact, he was about to never be again.

since the very first day, somewhere between a few years or what it felt like just yesterday. he was so glad he wasn't even looking, it only took a look though for him to know he was in love and he only knew of what it meant to fall when he met her. for her his world started spinning for the first time, set in the stars to do when she came. more than where their story began was the one that was about to be written; the one they were gonna cherish forever, the very same they were gonna repeat to their own children someday. he already knew how it would start, right here in their separate rooms getting ready for their big moment, waiting to set in matrimony their destinated days together. happily ever after moments away.

except this was not after yet, it was still now, and right now at the beginning of their journey was dongyoung holding a carefully written letter from stephanie. he could not deny the little silent tears that formed in his eyes when his soon-to-be brother-in-law handed him the letter like they were sharing a family secret, crossing his eyes in an understanding sentiment. he had shared something more precious than that though now that dino came to think of it. holding the letter in his hands, sitting on the far side of the couch, left in his privacy by his friends and family, wearing his perfectly tailored tuxedo like quite nothing he ever wore before thinking over and over again how much he couldn't wait to marry the woman who wrote this.

he read it at least three times to actually understand the meaning of every word and still did not get a single thing properly. he wanted so desperately to embrace that piece of paper with stephanie's thoughts in it, kiss it, but it still wouldn't compare to doing all these things with her. surprisingly there were no more tears in his eyes, only a big beautiful smile. dongyoung gathered himself with a sign of newfound courage, the courage of a man who knew his woman loved him just as much as he did her. saved the letter on the inside pocket of his jacket close to his heart and head of the door. "excuse me, i don't mean to disturb things but i have to see my bride before our wedding." he wanted to be with her, he wanted to see her, hold her hand and kiss her delicate fingers. he wanted to respond to her in a hug, in a kiss, in a sharing devoted gaze. "it won't take long, five minutes." he told them, waiting for someone to arrange something, anything. before forever could begin, he needed the now and now he had to have her here.

[smol4bluengine]

Today was the day, Thomas and the others were waiting at the edge of their wheels in anxious anticipation for Sir Topham Hatt to arrive with Gordon.

A few days ago, Sir Topham Hatt had moved some engines around, Edward and Henry were once again back at Tidmouth sheds while Rebecca took Henry's spot at Vicarstown and Nia switched with Edward for his spot at Wellsworth. The older engine hoped Philip wasn't keeping the helpful engine up all night. The engines believed the switch was done to cheer up the big engine once he returned from the works.

A whistle announced the approached of Flying Scotsman, Thomas's attention was drawn to the famous engine as he backed onto the track next to the sheds.

"Hi there Scotsman, are you excited about Gordon returning home today"? Thomas asked.

At first the two tendered engine didn't say anything, remembering that he had agreed with Sir Topham Hatt not to react to his brother's current state until after the other engines had been told what happened. Scotsman was trying his best to conceal his frustration, in his attempt to calm down, a large plume of black smoke whooshed out of his funnel.

"Are you alright Scotsman"? Emily asked concerned as she watched the smoke dissipate into the air.

"I'm fine Emily, just really, really anxious about today." Scotsman replied with a forced smile.

"Well, alright Scotsman, if you say so." Emily said, doubtful.

"Do you think Gordon will want to go back to pulling the express after all that's happened"? Henry asked.

"Knowing Gordon, he'll want to pull the express as soon as possible, but given the accident Sir Topham Hatt will likely put him on light goods trains just to help Gordon readjust back to life on the railway, and to make sure that there are no issues with his repairs." Edward theorized.

"Let's just hope Gordon doesn't break something in an attempt to prove to Sir Topham Hatt that he is ready for the express sooner than he actually is." James commented.

"Agreed, Sir Topham Hatt, Lady Hatt, and Dowager Hatt have enough on their plate with running the railway, Gordon, and the baby." Percy added.

"Percy, I went over with you that Sir Topham Hatt and Lady Hatt aren't expecting a baby." Edward told the little green engine.

"I know you did Edward, but its been hard to ignore. Everybody on Sodor has been spreading stories about seeing Lady Hatt pushing around a baby stroller over the past week." Percy responded.

Overhearing Percy talking to Edward about a baby was making Scotsman's side rods rattle. He was about to speak and reveal what had happened when he met with Sir Topham Hatt, when he and the others heard the honk of Sir Topham Hatt's car horn as he pulled up to the shed, Dowager and Lady Hatt accompanying him. The three stepped out of the car, Lady Hatt holding baby Gordon in her arms, the engine swaddled in a blanket. Percy immediately perked up.

"See, see! They do have a baby"! Percy peeped excitedly.

The other engines besides Percy and Scotsman were surprised, they weren't expecting the rumors to be true.

"Hello engines...." Sir Topham Hatt said but was suddenly interrupted by Percy.

"Congratulations on the new baby Sir and Lady Hatt"! Percy excitedly announced.

The Hatt's were caught off guard by Percy's excitement, but they quickly understood why as Gordon was woken up by Percy's outburst and began to fuss as he hadn't liked being woken up so suddenly. Lady Hatt tended to the upset engine, moving a bit closer to Edward which allowed the older engine to get a better view of the bundle Lady Hatt was holding. He was surprised to see a little funnel.

"Is that; a baby engine"? Edward asked surprised.

"Engines can be babies"? Percy replied confused.

"No Percy, baby engines are engines used as kiddie rides for amusement parks, zoos, traveling carnivals and the like." Edward explained.

"Sir why would you bring in a baby engine? Are they for the Earl and his dino park"? Thomas asked.

"I bet the baby engine is for Mr. Bubbles and the circus." Henry said.

The engines kept asking questions, overwhelming Sir Topham Hatt who tried to get his engines to quite down to no avail.

Having had enough, Scotsman blew his whistle loudly, immediately causing all the engines to stop their chatter and turn their gaze at him.

"For Lady's sake, it's Gordon"! Scotsman yelled; it was clear that the famous engine wasn't happy with the current circumstance.

The other engines were surprised.

"That's Gordon? But he looks so small and..... helpless." Thomas said stunned.

"Aw! Gordon looks so cute! Did Sir Topham Hatt go back in time to prevent the accident but went to far back"? Percy asked.

"Pft, don't be ridiculous Percy, it's obvious that this little engine isn't Gordon." James said in denial.

"I'm afraid it is true James." Sir Topham Hatt confirmed.

"But Sir, why would you do such a thing"? Emily asked.

"There were no other options, if I hadn't gone through with the essence transfer, Gordon would have been scrapped"! Sir Topham Hatt admitted.

All the engines gasped. Thomas now understood why Scotsman was so upset. "Will we ever have the old Gordon back sir"? Henry asked worriedly. " I don't know Henry, the Ramsfield's will perform an evaluation on Gordon in about a year's time and if everything goes well, Gordon will be transferred back into a big engine." Sir Topham Hatt answered. "And if it doesn't sir"? Thomas asked. Sir Topham Hatt looked down at baby Gordon, the little engine whining as he wanted to see Scotsman. Sir Topham Hatt carefully picked up the baby engine and walked over to Scotsman, gently placing Gordon on Scotsman's front footplate. "We'll come to that bridge if we cross it Thomas, for now can I ask for the Steam Teams help with watching over baby Gordon"? Sir Topham Hatt asked. Thomas looked at the rest of the engines, each of them giving silent approval, though some were still in disbelief over Gordon's current state. "Of course, sir"! Thomas agreed.

[ciaossu-imagines]

This might be kinda a random request but in an KHR AU where everyone one is a celebrity what kind of celebrity do you think everyone would be? Or just the characters that interest you most. For example who would be an actor, model, singer, or YouTuber/tiktoker. Maybe even Instagram model or blogger

I love random requests so don't even worry about that! This was an interesting AU to think about, especially as I'm not really a big part of celebrity culture as a whole. I hope you'll enjoy what I came up with and thanks for sending in the request!

Getting the important out of the way first, setting up kind of this post really: this AU is obviously very much set in modern-day, with all the various forms of media and content available to us. Now, KHR has an absolutely astounding amount of characters and I really tried to consider where each and every one of them would fit. By doing so, I need ya'll to suspend your disbelief and put aside actual canon for a moment, because you will see things like Giotto and Tsuna existing together at the same time despite the fact that canonically, that wouldn't be able to happen. Now, because, as mentioned, KHR does have such a huge cast of characters, I admit fully to being a little lazy in how I set up this post. You'll find the major categories of different celebrity types below with characters kind of sorted into the categories. If I had actual thoughts and headcanons on their 'brand' or celebrity status in any way for the characters, I kind of included them alongside the character's name. I'm so sorry if that disappoints anyone but when the box does reopen, if you want more particular headcanons on any character within this AU, I'll be more than happy to really focus in on figuring out things for that character.

MOVIE & SMALL SCREEN ACTORS & ACTRESSES

⦁ Reborn - all I have to say on this one is he's been in some amazingly huge pictures, largely is an action star, and is known for doing all his own stunt work. I'm thinking like Jackie Chan type celebrity. ⦁ Giotto and G. are both famous actors who often co-star together with Giotto as the leading man and G. as his brooding sidekick. ⦁ Akiko Irie ⦁ Tsuna, Gokudera, Yamamoto, Ryohei, and Lambo are all, in this world and in my headcanons, new actors who really hit it big with a massively popular television series. Both Yamamoto and Ryohei had careers in sports before being talked into doing the show. ⦁ Basil plays a secondary character in the television series Tsuna stars in. ⦁ Xanxus was a hugely famous child star turned action hero. He was one of the biggest stars around, followed by paparazzi and such, until the show Tsuna and the rest of the cast came along, when they became the hottest thing going. ⦁ Dino Cavallone ⦁ Byakuran ⦁ Dendro Chilum, well known for playing villanous roles in action films.

STAGE ACTORS & ACTRESSES

⦁ Reborn ⦁ Vongola Quarto ⦁ Hanako Tsuruta is a famous mime and silent performance artist.

REALITY SHOW ACTORS & ACTRESSES

⦁ I can't fully explain why but I see Jaeger as being on some sort of competitive show, something along the lines of Fear Factor or Survivor or even something like Ultimate Beastmaster or American Gladiators. ⦁ Both Nana Sawada and Tsuyoshi Yamamoto have cooking shows they host. ⦁ Osamu Abe probably got super famous for like 15 minutes when he was on one of those Big Brother type reality shows. He was the first one out of the show, which is why his fame never grew beyond that. ⦁ Levi A. Than, Uno, Tre, and Due all become famous off a reality show about, I like to think, the gang life. ⦁ Tazaru and Nosaru are both part of a popular reality show about the skateboarding scene. ⦁ Romeo

MUSICAL ARTISTS

⦁ It's probably just bias because of her name, but I love imagining Aria as being musically inclined even in canon. I think she's had formal voice training and could become a really well-known and respected opera singer. ⦁ Another thing I love imagining? A cute girl-power pop band comprised of Kyoko, Haru, Hana, Chrome, and Yuni. The girls are all so different in terms of personality, looks, and appeal so there's a girl in the group for everyone and every single one of the girls have their own groups of fans entirely devoted to their fave. I really kind of envision this as a Spice Girls type huge cultural touchstone style girl band. ⦁ Vongola Terzo ⦁ Lavina ⦁ Ugetsu Asari ⦁ Eiji Kuroda, Yukio Kisanuki, and Takuya Ookura all have a rap group together that does fairly well. Enough so, at least, that they definitely have fans. ⦁ Enrico Fermi, Massimo Ranieri, and Federico Ferrino are all part of a boy band together. ⦁ Shoichi Irie ⦁ Large Ooyama ⦁ Lunga

MODELS

⦁ Jack ⦁ Vongola Quinto ⦁ Sakura Kikumomo ⦁ Shizue Murota ⦁ M.M. ⦁ Ivan Draco ⦁ Kikyo ⦁ Julie Kato ⦁ Adelheid Suzuki ⦁ Pantera ⦁ Cervello

ARTISTS, PHOTOGRAPHERS, DESIGNERS, ETC.

⦁ Alejandro ⦁ Fabio ⦁ Sawako Narita ⦁ Makoto Kozato ⦁ Totem Ross - Famous jewelry designer and fashionista ⦁ Lussuria is a famous fashion designer with his own line of shoes, handbags, and makeup as well as a signature perfume. ⦁ Cappuccino is a famous hair stylist for the stars, probably has even had his own shows and social media presence about his work. ⦁ Shitt P! is a designer who is also a social media darling. ⦁ Talbot

WRITERS

⦁ Reborn has a best selling biography, if that counts. ⦁ Verde is famous within scientific circles, both for the amount of scientific breakthroughs he's acheived and for his always intriguing, if really heavy, research papers. However, what I think he becomes most famous for is a series of sort of Science for Dummies style books he publishes that really break down a lot of heavier scientific concepts, ideas, inventions, breakthroughs and such. Written with his acerbic wit, the books are not only really informative and easy for the layman to understand, but are written well enough and with enough charm and wit to keep the average person amused while they learn. ⦁ Simora - I see him writing spy novels, things along the lines of James Bond and such. ⦁ Mako Yuide writes love poetry. ⦁ Christine Hattori is a pretty big name crime reporter. ⦁ Oregano is a screenwriter. ⦁ Innocenti

YOUTUBERS

⦁ Lampo ⦁ Sadaharu Uchida ⦁ Daigoro Ooyama and his brother Ushio make a lot of YouTube videos not only showing off their karate skills but teaching others easy karate-based workout routines and breaking down the basics of the sport. ⦁ Teppei Oda and Koji Sato have a YouTube channel together where they play games or really break apart fandom in some way together, bouncing a lot of ideas off each other and bantering and they get strangely popular because a lot of people find their friendship and conversation pleasant and relaxing. ⦁ Hajime Azuma, Jiro Chinada, and Yozo Kannazuki all have a channel together that features some prank-style stuff but to be honest, a lot of their content is just really roasting other people and a lot of their videos are really mean. However, they do seem to attract a rather large audience and do get really popular for some reason. ⦁ I-Pin has a channel of her showing off the various martials arts, gymnastics, and other skills she's learning as she moves towards her grand goal of becoming a stunt person in the film industry. ⦁ Ottavio is a former film actor whose bad reputation made it impossible for him to gain more roles. He became YouTube famous for his channel where he dishes about celebrity culture, working on film sets, and spills secrets about actors and such he has worked with. ⦁ Ape ⦁ Paolo Aldina has a YouTube channel teaching self-defense and Krav Maga techiniques. ⦁ Naito Longchamp - fun fact, Mangusta is always his camera man.

TIKTOKERS

⦁ Colonello really becomes a hit on TikTok. Not only do a lot of his fans believe he's a real thirst trap, but he gains a following for his training and fitness videos. He makes a bunch of military-style boot-camp training TikToks, plus he teaches people about his various weapons and basic self-defense moves are incorporated into some of his workouts. ⦁ Lal Mirch will sometimes co-star in some of Colonello's Tiktoks. There are at least a couple little 'series' of his Tiktoks where she's very much shown on camera a lot, but I believe that's the closest she's willing to come to any sort of celebrity and only does it because she also really enjoys teaching people things and if the internet allows her to teach someone who she might never have been able to help otherwise, she isn't going to sneer at it. ⦁ Chikusa Kakimoto ⦁ The Delivery Man becomes a TikTok thirst trap. ⦁ Toshiko Sano ⦁ Kaori Furuta though a lot of her Tiktoks focus on her work in the customer service field, she gains a really large following. ⦁ Bianchi ⦁ Moretti, whose TikTok is full of magic tricks and such. ⦁ Baishana ⦁ Iris Hepburn, not only a TikTok thirst trap but someone whose TikTok is used to spread correct information and wisdom about the BDSM community. ⦁ Kouyou Aoba

TWITCH STREAMERS

⦁ Ken Joshima ⦁ Terumi Gomi ⦁ Yaginuma ⦁ Bono Hughson ⦁ Giaggiolo ⦁ Enzo Maccarinelli, who is also big in the competitive gaming scene. ⦁ Wonomichi

PODCASTERS

⦁ Daniela - I can see her hosting a podcast where she really digs into and gives her opinions on a variety of topics, mostly things about society, justice, politics, and just important issues happening in the world. The podcast definitely leans more towards pro-feminism, pro-equal rights for all, and social reform. ⦁ Masato Hitsuji ⦁ Turmeric ⦁ Simon Cozzato ⦁ Rossi Valentia has an educational podcast. ⦁ Lenny and Manny have a podcast on the subject of mechanics and robotics. ⦁ Koenig

MAGICIANS

⦁ Mukuro - you remember that huge craze where guys like Criss Angel and such became huge celebrities? Where illusionists and mentalists had television shows? Hell, even just the fact that Penn & Teller are still household names should be a reminder of how big magicians can get in popular culture and I think Mukuro would definitely fall into that same kind of category as a magician whose act and tricks became famous. ⦁ Fran sometimes assists Mukuro or accompanies him, the two of them doing tricks in tandem and Fran normally at least opens for him and has a pretty solid following of his own. ⦁ Viper/Mammon also has a pretty solid magic show of his own that was the initial beginnings of his fame. However, he really took off and became super popular with a series where he showed how magic tricks work, step by step, and debunked any actual 'magic' existing. He's also a best-selling author of branded magician kits and tools because Viper knows how to hustle and market things really well to earn that money. He also does paid advertisements and really monetized his social media presence. ⦁ Mitsuru Fujimori ⦁ Torikabuto ⦁ Genkishi, who combines magic and athletic feats in a hugely popular magic show. He even gets his own solid run in Vegas because of it. ⦁ Ginger Bread ⦁ Ichiro, Jiro, and Saburo Shibaki all have an act together. ⦁ Kawahira has straight out achieved the same level of fame as a magician as Harry Houdini.

THIS ACTUALLY GOT SO LONG I NEED A PART TWO HAHA.

[taichouu]

Concerning the tattoo topic, it’s similar for me. I’m afab, have a big T. rex on my leg (I like to ignore it because it’s not very well made) and a scimitar on my arm (very visible and I adore it) and other tattoos that are not girly at all and I get weird looks sometimes.

Now when I tell them that the Dino is for me and my little brother that’s cool. And when I tell them the scimitar is a weapon from my favorite gay Chinese novel I get the weird looks again 😂😂

A T.REX IS SO FUCKING SICK??

All this talk about tattoos reminds me of my good friend Maddie. She is super high femme (full glam, nails done, hair fixed up every day), petite and like. The epitome of womanhood and pink and barbie fangirl.

When I tell you I was SO. SURPRISED. When I saw her tattoos for the first time. She has a SICK grim reaper going down both of her arms and onto her hands, has a ghost rider tattoo on her back, just completely decked out in skulls and guitars and bats. I nearly fell in love. Tattoos are such a beautiful window to peoples souls, I LOVE hearing about people's tattoos.

I don't usually get "weird" looks over mine but I get a lot of passive aggressive comments. I recently got my elbow done with a string of beautiful rainbow pansies, and so far I've gotten 5 different "That's a bit on the nose isn't it". Like, I could go back and get the f slur tattooed on me if that would be better 🤭