#guys alphabetizing this was a nightmare but worth it :')

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MASTERLIST

✨Masterlist ✨

READ ME BEFORE YOU REQUEST

Please note I don’t write anything that is illegal or borderline inappropriate. This includes sibling smut, adult baby kink (I dont even know what its called), teacherxstudent relationships and anything else I deem off. I also havent been to high school for many years so even if it’s innocent fluff I do not write HS AUs. If you’re unsure just ask! Can even be anon and if you don’t get a reply to your request then it’s a no. I’m fine with Daddy kink and most sex stuff as long as it doesn't cross lines into over infantilising, acting like an actual baby. 

As much as I’d love to sit in my bed all day and write fics... I have a big girl job and answer my requests in order I receive them (lol OCD tings) and I cant start one until the other is done (again sorry OCD tings). So please note there is a 3 week ish turn around for requests at max. And sometimes if I get a good idea I’ll write my own first cause I have to get it out of my head. But if you want updates feel free to message me or I’ll post an update if I get caught up in life! 

I’m always up for a chat and am pretty active on here so you’re welcome to talk to me about whatever, ask questions or just chat! Please note it’s an 18+ account and if you don’t specify that I won’t reply. 

Ty x

Clover ☘️

Dividers from the brilliant @firefly-graphics 💕

Gifs and images are not mine! 

KEY:

☁️ - Fluff 🔥 - Smut/NSFW 🌤 - Platonic 

🌧  - Tear Jerker / Sad

🌪 - Angst

SERIES: 

COMING SOON: Third Times A Charm | A Chris Evans X RDJ Sister!Reader (description here)

Take Me Home | Nick Vaughan X Reader:

Part 1 -  Meet Cute ☁️

Yes, No, Maybe | Chris Evans X Curvy!Reader:

Part 1 - Chris meets you and has to have you. ☁️🌪

Part 2 - your first date. ☁️

Part 3 (Virgin!Reader) - Chris takes your virginity 🔥☁️

Bubba | Dad!Chris Evans X Pregant/Mom!Reader):

Part 1 - You tell Chris he’s going to be a dad for the first time. ☁️🌧

Part 2 - Protective!DadChris ☁️

IMAGINES/ONE SHOTS & HEADCANONS:

Chris Evans

You’re Mine (Curvy!Reader) - You’re Chris’s FWB and you wonder if you’re the only one 🔥☁️

All Worth It (Curvy!Reader) - You and Chris go public with your relationship. ☁️

Chris Evans Alphabet (Curvy!Reader) - smut implied but mainly fluff. ☁️

Chris Evans Alphabet NSFW - 🔥

What A Girl Wants - You’re a str!pper and Chris wants you for the night. 🔥

Happiest Man Alive - You’re a florist and Chris proposes at the Oscars ☁️

No One Disrespects Chris’s Girl - A journalist insults you to Chris’s face. 🌪

Best Birthday Ever (Curvy!Reader) - You usually dread your birthday but Chris has a surprise in stall. ☁️

Bed. Now. - Finals week has hit but Chris wants you to sleep. ☁️

Boston Boy Documentary - Your segment in Chris’s documentary. ☁️

Can’t Believe They’re Real - Chris is an ass guy but with tits like yours he cant help be obsessed.  🔥

Favourite Pillows - Chris’s favourite pillows are conveniently on your chest. ☁️

My Angel (Model!Reader) - You’re a Victoria Secret Angel ☁️

Because I Want You - Your bestie, Chris gets a bit jealous...  ☁️🌪

Cookie - Baking cookies doesnt go as planned.  ☁️🔥

High On You - You and Chris enjoy a joint together. ☁️

I’m in Chwarge (Blurb) - No one tells you whhat to do besides Chris ☁️🔥

Tik Tok Leggings - You could say Chris likes your new leggings… 🔥☁️

Eat Shit Ransom - You’ve got a huge crush on Ransom 🌪☁️

Pork or Pasta? - You meet Chris for the first time but arent so sure about him... 🌪☁️

Mint Condition - Captain America Roleplay  🔥

Sexiest Girl Alive (Curvy!Reader) - You get hate for your body and Chris comes to your defence. 🌪☁️

Headcanon!Chris Evans - Chris start to cheer his gf up. How? With stupid cheesy pick up lines ☁️

Steve Rogers 

I’m The Captain Now - Taking Steve’s virginity 🔥

Off to College - You & Steve send your little girl off to College ☁️🌧

Family Matters - Steve’s sister dies 🌧🌤 

Roped Up - Steve ties you up 🔥

Soxs - You get Steve a cat to help with his nightmares. ☁️

Prettiest Girl In The World (PreSerum!Steve X Plussize!Reader) - Steve thinks you’re the best even if you don’t. 🔥☁️🌧

Get A Life - Shortsized!Reader working for Bruce Banner as a lab assistant and Steve has a total crush on her. ☁️

Frank Adler 

Disneyland - You and Frank take Mary to Disney ☁️

Put It On My Tab - Frank introduces Female Bartender!Reader and introduces her to his niece. ☁️

Andy Barber

What To Wear (Curvy!Reader) - Andy helps you find a shirt that fits for your date night. ☁️

Sparks Fly - Soulmate AU ☁️

You’re Sick (Blurb) ☁️

Our Home - Laurie shows up unannounced. 🌪☁️

Knock Knock - You surprise Andy at work. 🔥

Lloyd Hansen

You’re Not Sorry - You act like a brat but Lloyd is going to make you pay for it. 🔥🌪

Ari Levinson

I’ll Take Care of You - Ari is married to your sister but he has you on on his mind. 🔥

Neighbours - You get very friendly with your neighbour, Ari.  🔥

Ransom Drysdale

Good Bunny - Ransom wants to explore the hole God can’t see... 🔥

Liam Hemsworth

Nostalgia - You and Liam reunite but its a little different now. ☁️🌪

[sanderchu]

Hii! I just read your Tommy fluff alphabet and I loved it :D could I request a dream one <3 fem!reader

Fluff alphabet

Dreamwastaken version

Note: I actually have two versions of a fluff alphabet- I’m scared to use it but I always can :) also I might stop using header it’s just to much time to look for ones I didn’t use than the writing itself- but I’ll see :)

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

- the way you speak. He enjoys hearing you rant or speak about your interest to him like it will be your last. He will sit there for hours just to hear you speak and accidentally repeat yourself. He doesn’t care <3

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?) [not in a wrong way of course]

- he loves your chest/waist. He’s always trying to cuddle up on you and be all touchy. Always holding you in public that way

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

- he enjoys spooning you because of his height. Holding you is one of the best things he can ask for and enjoys every moment

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

- Dates Are probably Minecraft dates and if your ok with it he streams them and chat clips you guys being cute and flirty together

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

- 50/50 at first hes calm and a bit tense but as the relationship goes by he’s more cheerful and excited just him because he knows he can be himself around you

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

- he probably wants a one kid but never really talked about it because he was scared of the topic

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

- if you give him gifts he’s so appreciative and demands he gets you something in return 

- if he’s giving you gifts he gets you something expensive and always expects the “how much was it?” Scold but always thinks it’s worth it

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

- a simple hand hold unless you guys are sitting down then he holds your hand from across the table like this:

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

- if you got hurt he panics on who hurt you then what happened that you almost have to yell at him for help. But apart from that he’s gentle only because he’s scared to hurt you more

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

- he’s a jokester but is mainly trying to keep the relationship serious to be with you long (Bc he’s a simp) but is more open sooner or later so yeah

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

- Very teasing and passionate no matter if there quick pecks or long ones before bed. He will kiss you other places but always tries to get to your lips before changing it to your forehead or cheek

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

- the act of words. He tries his best to show himself through his words. “I love you”, “your so perfect” stuff like that throughout the day

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

- the day he actually felt like he was going to put a ring on you. The day he realized your the one

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

- the thought of a huge fight and both you snap in each other. He can’t lose you especially after the day he decided you were the one

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

- twirling your hair as you focus on something and he’s always so gentle you never feel it

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

- babe, dear, sunshine (just yes-)

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

- playing minecraft speed runs with you and he always sets up the map beforehand to get you to win

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Perfect -Ed sheeren

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

- super open after a while. Relationships take time so if you give him time he will be the most open person with you ever

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

- 1 year he wanted to make sure he can commit and be the best for you that he can

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Very helpful and gets mad with you depending on what it is but apart from that he’s very comforting

V = Vaunt (Do they like to show you off?)

- before his internet he was careful but did show you off claiming you as his roommate until after his face reveal

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

- he would protect you all the way, have you seen his height

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

- super well. Before he picked you he notice and focused on your habits and moods to know exactly what to do without asking

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

- at a beach or at twitch in a live panel, It just fits in a way

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

- compliments, he adores hearing them from you and just the right amount puts him into a trace of sleep

[ace-of-clubs-and-diamonds]

Alright, next chapter is finally here! I wrote this pretty soon after the last chapter, but it took me a while to get around to editing it. But that’s okay. I’m here now, and I’m excited for this story again. And I hope you all are too! Let’s get into it.

Waking Nightmares masterlist here.

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Waking Nightmares: Chapter 9

Rating: Mature, SFW

Word count: 4,571

Content warnings: Discussions of death and murder, brief mentions of child abuse and suicide

POV: Roxanne Love

The college-aged cashier glanced up from his phone as I shoved the door open and immediately stopped in my tracks. The little bell attached to the doorframe jingled as the door swung back shut. “Hey there, welcome to Trash to Treasure. Can I help you?” the cashier said in a flat, I’ve-rehearsed-this-a-thousand-times kind of way.

He must’ve been new here. I didn’t recognize him – he wasn’t one of the usual cash register operators or other staff members.

“No, thanks. I’m just looking.” A lie. I knew exactly what I was here for.

He nodded. “Lemme know if you need anything.”

“Right.”

I cast a glace around the place. There was nobody else here today. The thrift store usually had at least a couple customers wandering around and eying the racks of donated clothing and assorted items. Although Trash to Treasure had something for everyone, its repeat customers were more of the goth, punk, and horror fanatic variety. Which wasn’t a surprise, considering the owner Trudy was a 50-something punk rocker themselves. And I supposed like attracted like. It’s why I’d started coming here, after all.

A lot of what was sold here was either alt, old-fashioned, or both. Music and clothes and movies and baubles – vinyls to cassettes to CDs, VHS and DVDs and Blu-rays. It was a store that had been around for a while. And it felt like it, with the paint done over multiple times, dark grey carpeting that smelled of dust and age, and yellow-tinged lights that buzzed if left on long enough.

It felt like it had been plucked out of time and dropped into the modern day. An anachronism, almost.

I knew they had a generous few shelves worth of movies. Most of which were horror.

Which was exactly what I needed.

I forced myself to seem unhurried and at ease as I made my way through the store, even if I ached to throw myself into the movie section and claw through the rows of DVDs and Blu-rays. I was so fucking tired of acting okay, of acting like everything was fine when it wasn’t.

But acting desperate hadn’t gotten me anywhere today. So I swallowed my own bitterness as I passed the music aisle.

The movie aisle wasn’t far beyond it. On one of the shelves was a small retro TV, chunky and silver and with a VHS slot. It was playing some kind of horror movie. The audio was so low that it was little more than faint static and white noise. I frowned at the screen. Some guy in a leather jacket was drilling a hole through a man’s chest. A woman started screaming. The killer laughed at the candy-red blood and waved a floppy dismembered arm around.

…Was this what I was getting myself into? This sort of… senseless fervor of blood and bodies and screaming? A world of red-splattered walls and laughing madmen?

Was this my reality now?

I sighed.

Fucking wonderful.

But it wasn’t like I could do anything about it. It hadn’t even been in my control in the first place. I was just the unlucky bystander caught in between whatever the hell this insanity was, just like the screaming girl on the TV.

I skimmed through the titles on the DVD sleeves. They were arranged in alphabetical order, so finding the N’s was pretty easy. To my dismay, though, there were only three DVDs that held the titled I was looking for. One of the second movie and two of the fourth.

Not ideal.

Shit.

I didn’t even know how many movies there were in this franchise. Were there four? Were there more than four? I was way out of my league. Horror may have been my genre of choice for novels, but slasher movies were not my thing. They were all the same – copy-and-paste flicks devoid of creativity and stuffed with predictable clichés.

Ironic, I supposed.

I glanced at the cashier. Smudgy eyeliner, tousled black hair, lip ring, red-and-black flannel over a graphic t-shirt. He absently fiddled with the rosary beads wrapped around his wrist, even as his gaze was locked onto his phone screen.

Talking to him was the last thing I wanted to do. Talking to anyone was the last thing I wanted to do today. But I didn’t want to walk another how many blocks, hoping to find another store that still sold DVDs.

Another sigh left me. I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and sauntered up to the front counter. The cashier immediately stood to attention. And by that, I mean he put his phone away and straightened fractionally, dark eyes flaring nervously. As if he wasn’t exactly eager to talk to me, either.

Fair enough.

He gave me an uncertain smile. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself.” I crossed my arms and leaned against the counter. “I was wondering if you could help me out.”

“Uh, I can try.”

I couldn’t help but smile a bit at that. “I appreciate the honesty. I’m looking for the Nightmare on Elm Street movies. All of them. Preferably on DVD. I only saw a couple on the shelves, and I was wondering if you had any in the back.”

The cashier – his nametag read “Kyle” – nodded. “Maybe. We have some drop offs that I haven’t gone through yet. A lot of them were horror movies. I can check if you want.”

“I’d appreciate that.”

He disappeared into the backroom, the chain looping from his belt swinging as he went. As I waited, I watched the people pass by the windows. My mind wandered.

Wandered to the nightmare. To the oppressive heat, to the fear that had spiked through my body and clung to every nerve, to the sting of a blade cutting my skin open. The rasp of a voice like bone scraping against bone and his accompanying sneer. My skin had crawled as he’d leaned in close, far too close, and promised to hurt me. And not only to hurt me, but to take pleasure in doing so.

I hadn’t been expected my sleep paralysis demon to become my knight in shining armor.

He’d been… possessive.

Possessive in a way that sent dread dripping into my blood.

I hadn’t understood half of what they’d said to each other. My head had been swimming, heartbeat thundering in my ears and the panicked need to escape overriding any rational thought. But I’d heard enough to be unsettled. Unsettled by how they’d talked about people like they were chattel, unsettled by how they acted like the world was a sandbox of theirs to play in, unsettled by the apparent enormity of a situation I didn’t fully understand. Unsettled by the fact that they looked like fucking movie characters.

Christ.

Who and what the fuck were they?

“I guess you’re in luck.”

I snapped out of my own head, twisting back around to find Kyle back at the counter and placing a box set of DVDs on the countertop. I eyed it. It was in pretty good shape, though the banged-up edges suggested it had been well-loved. The sleeve was a dark glossy red, with a dark silhouette of a man with a fedora and talons emblazoned on the front.

Unease curled inside of me.

Kyle braced his hands against the edge of the counter and tilted his head at me. “Anything else you’re looking for?”

I shoved the unease back down. “No. That’s all.”

He nodded. “Kay. That should be…” He pursed his lips slightly as he tapped something into the cash register. “…Fifteen dollars.”

“How many movies are there?” I asked, curious.

“Six.”

“Six? There are six of these fuckers?” I stared at the box set. How were there fucking six? How many permutations of the exact same story could they tell?

“Yeah.” He shrugged, but the casual gesture was belied by his constant fidgeting of the rosary beads. He eyed me as I ruffled through my wallet. “You new to these movies?”

“Mostly.” If my run in with Freddy Krueger him-fucking-self didn’t count. “Slashers aren’t really my thing. They’re cheap.”

Kyle took the cash I handed him. “The cheapness helps, I think. Sometimes a small budget forces people to be creative. It lets them think outta the box, you know?” He started punching something into the cash register again, avoiding eye contact and keeping his hands busy. “Surprised you’re getting the Nightmare series if you’re not into slashers.”

“I’m trying to branch out.” Another lie. “Figured I’d give them a chance.” Only because I had to.

“Not a bad place to start. The Nightmare series is pretty solid. Scared the crap outta me as a kid. Freddy used to give me nightmares. I always had a crush on Nancy though – the final girl.” He handed me my change. “You want a receipt?” I shook my head. “A bag?”

I paused. “Sure. Why not.”

He bent over and snatched a brown paper bag from under the counter. “The last couple movies did kinda get worse, though. Freddy’s Dead, the last one, was pretty disappointing. Kind of a weak way to end it all. Shame they never made the seventh movie.”

I wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was the exhaustion. Maybe it was the sheer insanity of the past weeks. The impossibility of last night. But something about his words made me pause.

And made me ask, “What do you mean? What seventh movie?”

“Well.” Kyle crossed his arms and leaned across the counter like I was, hunching in as if to share a secret. “Back in 90’s – 1994, I think – they were gonna make a seventh Nightmare movie. It was a big deal. The OG director Wes Craven was coming back, and so was Heather Langenkamp. She played Nancy. It was their first time back since the third movie. Everyone was really excited about it. It was gonna be a huge deal, it was gonna be unlike any other Nightmare movie we’d seen before.”

He paused to lean in a little closer, and I couldn’t help but lean in a little more too. It was silly. There was no one else in the shop and no one to hear what we were saying.

And yet I couldn’t ignore the growing unease inside of me.

“But then… weird stuff started happening. Heather’s husband died while working on the movie. Freak accident, a car crash. Wes Craven started losing it. Robert Englund and his wife just… vanished outta thin air.”

I frowned. “Who’s that? Who’s Robert Englund?”

“He’s the guy who plays – played – Freddy.”

I stared at him.

The original actor for Freddy Krueger? Had just… disappeared?

I did not have a good feeling about this.

“Eventually the movie was scrapped. Wes Craven finished the script, but no one ever made the movie. So Freddy’s Dead was the last one.” He shrugged again. “Kind of a bummer.”

It was a hell of a lot more than a bummer. People dying and disappearing, the original director “losing it”, whatever that meant. It sounded just a little too familiar for comfort.

And apparently Kyle could tell. He frowned at me. “You okay? You look kinda…” He made a vague gesture with his hand. I didn’t know what exactly that was supposed to mean, but I got the basic message.

“Yeah, of course. I’m fine.” I didn’t like how uncertain I sounded. I sucked in a breath, straightening and trying to look more confident than I felt. “Thanks for your help.”

Kyle didn’t look like he believed me, but he nodded anyway. “Yeah, sure. Have a nice day.”

“You too.” I swept out of the shop. Probably too quickly to seem casual, but at this point I really shouldn’t have been bothering. The faint hum of static from the TV was devoured by the sounds of the city. But the thoughts in my head remained loud and overbearing as I power-walked my way back home. My feet moved on instinct, leading me down the well-worn route of the city sidewalk and eastward back home. It was a circuit I knew well enough that I could let my attention go elsewhere.

There was so much I didn’t know. I only had a few little parts, a few little jigsaw pieces of something that had been going on for decades. Something I didn’t understand, something I had never entertained or thought possible. Something much bigger and much worse. Something that could potentially put my entire worldview and everything I thought I knew at risk. Something…

…Something there really wasn’t a rational explanation for.

Dread gnawed at my insides, and I cast a glance behind me every now and then as I walked. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched.

Or maybe I was just being paranoid.

At this point, I didn’t fucking know.

And I’m not sure I wanted to know.

But… I had to.

I didn’t really have any other choice.

When I finally got home, finally stopped on the sidewalk in front of the house’s façade… I paused. It was utterly quiet, as if the entire neighborhood had been paused. But otherwise completely normal looking. An unremarkable, average looking little suburban house, in an unremarkable, average looking little suburban neighborhood.

Nothing strange in sight.

It was just like weeks ago – months ago? I’d lost track – when Mel had driven me home on that rainy night, when the publisher I was supposed to meet hadn’t shown up. When he’d been killed and I hadn’t known.

When I’d heard the scrape of metal and a whisper directly in my ear with no source in sight.

The following night I’d had had that first nightmare.

That had been the start of it all.

I walked up to the house.

My hand was unsteady as it hovered over the doorknob, keys jangling slightly with the movement. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but I was half afraid to unlock the door and step inside. What would I find if I did? A hellscape? A nightmare? Red and green walls melting to reveal the skeleton of an old industrial plant? Endless fire and heat and rusted metal pipes?

Burnt men with sneering faces and grabbing hands and blood-stained claws?

I grit my teeth. Clenched them so hard I thought my jaw might pop.

No.

No.

I refused to be run out of my own house by a figment, or by a dream, or by the fucking boogieman, or by whatever the hell they were.

This was my fucking house, and this was my fucking life, and I was not going to fucking give in so easily.

I jammed the key into the lock, twisted it, and yanked the door open, taking the keys and shoving them between my fingers as if they were claws of my own. I was instantly hit by suffocating, stagnant heat, as if the air conditioning had been shut off. The house was otherwise dark and silent.

A careful look at my surroundings revealed nothing. Nothing out of place. Nothing strange.

Everything in view was how I’d left it.

I slowly stepped forward. The runner along the wooden floor softened the sound of my boots as I crept down the hall, eyes darting from corner to corner and from edge to edge. Looking for the slightest hint of something being off. I paused where the hall opened into the living room. Open space. Nothing. The only sound was of my own breathing.

I ducked into the kitchen to the right. Shoved the keys into my pocket. And grabbed a knife from the knife block, the steel hiss cutting through the air as I unsheathed it. Its weight in my palm was comforting.

Armed and ready, I crept through the rest of the house. Checked every room, every closet and cupboard and crevice. Kept the knife clutched tightly in my hand as if my life depended on it. Just like weeks ago, when the kitchen clock had fallen and broken, and the front door had locked and unlocked. Looking back now, it was clear that someone had been messing with me. Which of the two I didn’t know. It didn’t matter.

I checked every inch of downstairs, and then every inch of upstairs. I even ripped the shower curtain back, knife pulled up and ready to strike just in case. But again. Nothing.

There was no one else here.

The house was empty.

I double-checked all the locks on the windows and doors – again, just in case. It’s not like it would help. If the problems were coming from anywhere, they were coming from inside the house. But still. It was a compulsion that gave me some sense of control, even if it was just an illusion.

When I was done, I clicked the AC back on and dropped down onto the sofa. And just… let myself breathe for a moment. It was so fucking hard to catch my breath these past few weeks. It was as if permanent claws had wrapped around my chest and were slowly squeezing my ribcage, making it harder and harder to breathe. It was only a matter of time until I wasn’t able to breathe at all. Or until my ribs would crack from the pressure.

I eyed the brown bag I’d brought home with me.

They’re just movies, Rox.

They didn’t feel like “just movies”.

They’re not going to bite you.

Maybe not. But they might do something far worse. Though what, I wasn’t quite sure.

…But I hadn’t gone out and bought them for nothing.

So I slid the DVD holder out of its glossy paper cover and popped it open. Flipped through the six silver disks, eying each of them in turn. The first of them – simply titled A Nightmare on Elm Street – seemed to glare back at me.

There was really no point in avoiding it.

I turned on the TV, slipped the disk into the DVD player, and hit play.

It was nearly ten p.m. by the time I finished my first run through of the movies. I’d watched them back to back, had barely stopped to do the bare necessities throughout the day when needed. I could see the TV from the kitchen, so I hadn’t needed to take food or coffee breaks either. Just hour upon hour of slasher movies – screaming and spraying blood and practical SFX mixed with camp and dark humor and bright colors to create a whirlwind of a nightmare experience. 80s hair and fashion and characters who felt far more tangible and real than I’d expected.

Even as I’d rolled my eyes at the clichés – the sex and the corny dialogue and the stupid decisions that only a horror movie character would make – I’d found myself drawn in. Nancy – Heather – had felt so… genuine. I couldn’t put my finger on why. But it was as if I was waiting for her to turn to the screen, meet my gaze, give a rueful but warm smile, and say, “He’s back again, isn’t he?”

It was… odd.

Disorienting.

And then there was him.

The sneering, self-satisfied snaggletooth grin. The cruel laughter and mocking, purring voice. The bones-and-sinew build, the self-assured stroll and tilted shoulders, as if the glove was that much heavier. The fucking glove itself.

Every time he’d appeared onscreen, I couldn’t help but tense. Couldn’t help but cast a glace around the room, as if I expected to find him watching me as I watched him.

He was different. The scars were different. The eyes were different. The clothes were different, no coat or leather pants or knee-high boots. The glove was a glove, rather than actual claws. And overall, the man onscreen felt less, somehow. Muted. Less intense. But he was unmistakably the man – or whatever the hell he was – who had been haunting me, hunting me, and had saved me at the last minute in my nightmare.

It was unmistakably him.

It was unmistakably Freddy Krueger.

As fucking insane as that was.

But what about the other one? The one who had started that nightmare and chased me and tried to kill me? He had the striped sweater and the claws and the hat, and he was covered in burn scars too.

What the hell was that about?

I pushed my fingers against my aching eyes. I was missing so much here. Even with my mind whirling with dialogue and scenes and characters from the movies, there was still so much I didn’t fucking understand.

My body was tired. My mind was tired. My soul was tired.

I was just tired.

But I couldn’t fucking stop.

I forced myself to get up from the couch. Forced myself to walk to the kitchen and refill the kettle and prepare another cup of coffee. How much caffeine could a human consume before they poisoned themselves? Guess we’d find out.

Where did I go from here? What was I supposed to do with what I’d learned from these movies? I’d bought them with the intent of learning from them, but I didn’t know what I was supposed to pay attention to. I knew who and what Freddy Krueger was. But how was that supposed to help? I shoved my fingers into my hair, and they got caught on twisted curls and unbrushed knots.

What was I supposed to do?

I sighed for perhaps the hundredth time that day.

The house was silent aside from the faint hum of the air conditioning unit.

…The cashier, Kyle, had mentioned a seventh movie.

I grabbed my phone and opened a search engine. My fingers flew across the screen as I typed in “nightmare on elm street 7”. I tapped on the first article to pop up, skimmed through the beginning blahblahblah bit, and stopped when it finally got to the meat of the topic.

“In 1994, New Line Cinema had Wes Craven brought back onto the Nightmare series for a third movie. Heather Langenkamp was also in talks to return to the role of final girl Nancy Thompson, reprising the iconic role for the first time since Dream Warriors. However, production of this seventh movie – reportedly titled ‘A New Nightmare’ – was troubled.

“Several cast and crew members died or disappeared during pre-production. Chase Porter, Langekamp’s husband and a VFX artist working on the movie, was killed in a car accident, having reportedly fallen asleep at the wheel. Two other VFX artists, Charles Wilson and Terrance Feinstein, were found dead in a field not long after, having been brutally slashed to death.

“Alongside this, Englund and his wife Nancy disappeared and were reported as missing persons, and many suspected foul play. Langenkamp also fell under suspicion of child abuse of her six year old son Dylan Porter. This suspicion was further fueled when Julie Middendorf, a close friend of Langenkamp’s, was also found slashed to death in a hospital room with Dylan. However, after investigation, officials found little evidence of any wrongdoing on Heather’s part. Each of these murders and disappearances remains unsolved today.

“Although Craven reportedly finished the script, and Heather has confessed to having read it, the movie itself was cancelled. Since then, the Nightmare series has gained a reputation for being ‘cursed’, alongside movies such as The Exorcist, Poltergeist, and The Omen. Craven went on to create the Scream film series, which he worked on until his death, and Langenkamp has since retired from acting and now heads the make-up FX firm AFX Studio.

“There are many theories surrounding the troubled production of the seventh Nightmare movie. Some believe that Englund was responsible for the murders, and that he killed the crew members and his wife before killing himself as well. Others believe that Langenkamp or Craven were responsible, while still others have theorized that a crazed fan was responsible for the killings. Many dismiss it just as ‘bad luck’. But even still, the Nightmare series has been unable to recover from its reputation of being cursed.”

I set my phone down and rubbed my eyes again. My insides felt hollow from the constant gnawing dread and worry.

Two special effects artists, Heather’s husband, her friend, Robert Englund himself and his wife… all in the span of what? A few weeks? Unsolved murders and disappearances? A scrapped movie? A curse?

…Just how likely was it that I wasn’t the first person to experience this?

How likely was it that Freddy Krueger… the one from my dreams… had had something to do with the movie’s “troubled production”?

It was insane.

But so was all of this.

I scrolled down, skimming the rest of the article. The rest of it just talked about unmade movies in the franchise, including a crossover where Freddy was supposed to fight Jason Voorhees. But apparently nobody had wanted to touch the series with its reputation, and nobody wanted to try and measure up to Robert Englund’s performance.

Understandable. It was certainly… unique.

But it was the next movie it discussed that gave me pause.

“With the New Line Cinema/Warner Bros merge in 2008, a reboot of the franchise was planned. A script was reportedly made and a new cast of actors was in talks. However, due to controversy, the ‘bad luck’ of the Nightmare franchise, and vehement opposition from both Craven and Langenkamp, the movie was ultimately shelved.”

Opposition? From Craven and Langenkamp?

I chewed on the inside of my cheek. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but…

…Did they know?

Langenkamp was still alive, right? A quick search confirmed that, while another confirmed that Wes Craven had died in 2015 from natural causes.

Which meant there was maybe exactly one other person in the entire world who knew what I was going through. Who knew that I wasn’t insane, that I wasn’t just some sleep-deprived, paranoid freak who’d lost touch with reality.

Should I go find her?

I dismissed the thought as quickly as it had taken form. It was a ridiculous idea. I didn’t know her fucking address, only that she lived in California. And Cali was a big fucking state an entire country away from me. I didn’t have the time to go look for her. And even if I was able to find her, what the hell was I supposed to do then? Knock on her door and say… what?

What if she thought I was fucking insane? What if I was wrong about all this, and there was some normal explanation that I’d missed?

What if she confirmed that I was just crazy?

This was all so nonsensical and unbelievable that I wouldn’t even be able to blame her. Freddy Krueger somehow being real? Somehow walking around dreams and murdering people in real life? Laughable. I would’ve laughed.

If not for the bandages still wrapped around my forearm.

The kettle had stopped boiling a while ago. I poured the water.

So what now?

I needed to get rid of him. Both of them. I needed to defend myself. I needed to be able to fight back.

How was I supposed to do that?

I finished making my coffee and grabbed a packet of crackers from the cupboard. I also grabbed a notebook and pencil before sitting back down. No computer. That hadn’t worked very well last time.

Then I put the first movie back in the player. I started my second run through of the movies.

But this time I took notes.

And this time, I started to make a plan.

[ichorai]

i just wanna say thank you to every single one of you !! the mutuals i talk to, the ppl i see on my dashboard, the ppl who like my fics / posts, and the 3.7k that follow me omg :(( i love yall sm i rlly dont deserve you guys

2021 may not be the blessing that all of us want, but we can try to survive through it together !! pls pls pls stay safe and healthy and my messages + inbox are always open for anybody who wants to talk or just needs a friend ♡

tumblr crushes.  everybody listed below are all the blogs i’ve had massive crushes on (dkjdf im rlly exposing myself huh) bolded are the crushes that follow me back aka my moots !! whether we talk every day or not at all, i love all of u sm :3

# - e ; 

@127-mile​, @1oserjk​, @3riberri​, @4-sun, @429hj, @99yh, @9uk, @aasthrielle, @agustdiv1ne, @angeliicmin, @angelinanamoo, @annawritesnct, @army-author, @ashisparanoid, @asteriaguk, @atbzkingdom, @ateez-little-star, @ateez-svt, @ateezinmymind, @ateezsunrise, @ateezthings, @atiny-ahgase, @atiny-baby, @atinybitofau, @atinybrew, @atinyfeels, @atinykidult, @atzgiggle, @aurorhwa, @ayyysweetcreature, @baehyukng, @baekhvuns, @baekhyunl, @baekonbaek, @baekwell--tart, @bangtantaegi, @barsformars, @beyond-gethsemane, @binnies, @blueish-sun, @bluelotuss, @bluemiinn, @bluumin, @brathyuck, @burgerkang000, @btsbed, @bubyjong, @butterflyjoong, @by-moonflower, @byeoltoyuki, @c-sanshine, @call-me-bha, @canyounotkaia, @cappujinho, @cchaiart, @ceojongho, @ceruleanskies, @chanbinns, @changsun, @cherryatiny, @cherryhan1386, @cherryjk, @chimtaera, @chittsu, @choi-san, @choijongho, @choisans, @chryzu, @cinanamon, @cinnaminsvga, @closer-stars, @cometoceantrenches, @cosmoguk, @cozyjae, @cozyteez, @crustypeppermintcookie, @crvgio, @cuddlyunho, @curanonemu, @daybreakx, @dazzlingkai, @ddaenysus, @ddalgi-yong, @dear-hao, @dearncityy, @dearyongs, @dejvns, @diaryofateez, @dis-easy, @djxiao, @dreamiehrs, @dreamiesdotcom, @dreamingxuxi, @dreamtaehyung, @dylanxmin, @eggyukhei, @elcie-chxn, @emhpathy, @ephemeralkookie, @essenteez, @eternalbulletproof, @ethaeriyeol

f - j ; @faerieth, @fakeleaves, @fandomsonrequests, @feverishdreamdistrict, @fleurateez, @flirtyhyuck, @flowerboyyoonbin, @flowerkth, @flowerseok, @floweryjh, @flvtteringpetals, @foreveryouaremystar, @fortunexkookie, @fqiryaurora, @gaylligator, @gowonhatesyou, @grxceblqckthxrn, @gukssunshine, @guktro, @gukwluv, @gukyi, @gyukult, @haine13, @halahala, @halahalaatme, @hanatiny, @hanavbara, @haotheheckk, @heartyyjeno, @heavenlyhongjoong, @heeseungluvs, @heterotragedies, @hobidreams, @honeybeedaydreams, @honeytae, @hongcultz, @hongism, @hopejanaee, @hoseoksyn, @hoshees, @hquackity, @httpknjoon, @hunjins, @hwaberrykiwi, @hwaddict, @hwanami, @hwaseongsbabie, @hwastreasure, @hyuckles-chuckles, @hyucktapes, @illicit-roses, @imlikechaitea, @imoonstarstuff, @inclebtsmix, @inkigayeo, @interstellix, @jaehyuked, @jaehywn, @jaemericano, @jaeminslatte, @jaeminsorbit, @jamaisjoons, @jamaiswoo, @jamaisvujjk, @jayehope, @jcngkooks, @jcngyeol, @jenojam, @jensungf, @jeogiyall, @jeong-uwu, @jeongyunhoed, @jeonqqin, @jeonsdear, @jeonsweetpea, @jimindelune, @jimineos, @jimlvb, @jinmindeulle, @jinned, @jisungshotfirst, @jjeongukie, @jjoon, @joenns, @johnni, @jonghours, @joonghwas, @jooniescupcakes, @joonsgalore, @joonsinnerchild, @juliaseongjoong, @junghelioseok, @jungkookiebus, @jungkxook, @jungshookz, @junstruly, @justrose-things, @jwyfldr

k - o ; @k-n-e-o, @kayabred, @kim-taehyung, @kimchitae, @kimnjss, @kimtaehyunq, @kingjoong, @kireiwoo, @kitsutaes, @kittae, @knjspjm, @kodabodaa, @kookiesjoonies, @kookiestarlight, @kookmint, @kpophoneybunny, @kqtiny, @kyung-seokie, @kyuscafe, @lafaussejoie, @lavenderkoo, @leebutnot, @leeknowism, @lettersfromaphrodite, @lettersfrompersephonae, @lightgreybg, @lilacwoo, @lostcherryjk, @loveablejeekies, @lovedsweet, @lovely-ateez, @lovelygalaxy333-writes, @lovsoul, @lunarmingi, @luvsjoon, @lvrbun, @lybomb, @m24sail, @mapofbts, @markftmingi, @may-tree, @meiiyue, @melodiamore, @mhirais, @midnightseonghwa, @milkbts, @milkyoonoh, @minflix, @minghaon, @mingi-theestallion, @mingkiii, @mingtopiaa, @minihongjoong, @minsugams, @mintyguk, @minyoongail, @mismatchmark, @mistymark, @mjlkau, @mmmhs, @mmoondance, @monotape, @moonblssm, @moongaera, @moonguk, @moonlightzone, @moonlitmyg, @mountainhearts, @mountainsluna, @ms-starlight, @nakamoto, @namgination, @namkooks, @naryfial, @neo-shitty, @neocitybynight, @neptune-xuxi, @nevio, @nose-bandaid, @nvmguk, @oceanofaurora, @ofcyunho, @oksws, @omot7, @onceatinymoo, @orphicepiphany, @osakkun, @ot7always, @park-seonghwa

p - t ; @peachjaem00, @peaches-writes, @personasintro, @petitemingi, @phattestuwu, @philosopher-of-fandoms, @pinktea99, @pinkyyunho, @pjimns, @pjmsdior, @prdshobi, @punkill, @queereightiesheartthrob, @riajae, @rookiegukie, @rosy-wooyoung, @royaltypark, @saksukei, @san-hwa, @sanhwaflower, @sannieboy, @sanstar, @santastic, @seacottons, @seiiblue, @seokstrivia, @seonghwanotes, @seongwhy, @seongsangies, @seonqwha, @serendipityseulgi, @serendipityunho, @serenityswords-main, @seungyoune, @shangri-woo, @she, @shuhuas, @sichengsbimbo, @sillyseoks, @simphwa, @simpsiren, @sketchguk, @skymoonandstardust, @sleepingrenjun, @sleepyateez, @sleepyjhs, @sleepyyangyang, @smallfrye, @smileysuh, @smoochkooks, @snackhobi, @softjeon, @softyoongina, @solarmingi, @soleilees, @songteez, @spacejaems, @sparklingchan, @starlightjoong, @starryseung, @starsuh, @straypatchkids, @strayssara, @stressed-asian, @stutterfly, @sugarboyuto, @sugarjaee, @sugaxjpg, @sungchans, @sunkissedjk, @superhajimark, @taehyungsjuicybooty, @taeilmeyourw1sh, @taelepathysroom, @taemines, @taerseok, @taeyongleee, @talkbykhalid, @tbhchoi, @tearvantae, @teeniemoarmy, @tenaciousinferno, @tenseoyong, @teote, @thanxxskz​, @the-marionettes-locket​, @the-star-named-dowoon​, @the-wonandonly​, @thespadesinyourhearts​, @thorsdreams​, @timetoresurface​, @tiniesan​, @tinylaelia​, @toffee-hwa​, @treasure-hwa​, @treasurehobi​, @tsukuyomes​, @tvfff​, @twdeadfanfic​

u - z ; @uayv​, @userguk​, @utopianvoices​, @v-hope​, @vante-love​, @vanxbb​, @venusjinnie​, @viastro​, @wabisaba​, @waiyv​, @warmau​, @whimsical-ness​, @wincore​, @wintertae​, @wonglix​, @woojjongs​, @wooyunhwa​, @writearctic​, @wuuyoung​, @xherxx​, @xiaocity​, @xjoonchildx​, @xsandjenos​, @xuxi-rolls​, @yeochikin​, @yeoldontknow​, @yeoldotcom​, @yeosangscupid​, @yeostars​, @yeosvng​, @yessidzuiichi​, @yooaliceee​, @yoondoze​, @yoongicrumbs​, @yoongs-jeontae​, @yoonia​, @yoonohho​, @yunhoiseyecandy​, @yunhoway​, @yunhowhoitiss​, @yuniixoxo​

follower count + note ; 3.7k ???? why are yall following me omg kdjdkfjd thank you :(( the amount of love i hold for you guys is immeasurable !! a lot of yall tell me that you’re too scared to talk to me but pls do !! i dont bite i swear !! i love making friends here ! and im sorry for not replying to all of your asks :// sometimes i like to keep them private for my eyes but i swear i read every single one !! thank you again and have a great new year !

following count ; 1.3k lmaoo my dashboard is constantly flooded and sometimes it’s really hectic but fr thank you all for filling my tumblr with happiness and positivity with the occasional thirst trap for a kpop idol rip

2020 fics + upcoming in 2021 recapping all of the fics i wrote this year + lil comments / behind the scenes

- read to me ; kim namjoon ; may 23 - an accident ; johnny seo ; may 23 - chocolates ; jung jaehyun ; may 23 - flash drive ; lee donghyuck ; may 23 - rain ; jeon jungkook ; may 25 - flirts (but no kisses) ; park seonghwa ; may 29

i wrote all of the fics above as part of a short drabble game i made to get out of my writers block !! they weren’t my best works, but i got around 70 requests omg and i only wrote out the first six rip :(( i wanted to write more but i just needed a break for my mental health and couldn’t continue on so i’m sorry to those who requested and didn’t get a fic :(

- rivers over stones ; jeon jungkook ; sept. 12 this huge monster of a fic was what got me out of my writers’ block !! tbh i expected the fic to get like.... 20 notes but it ended up getting far past 3.5k omg thank you so much for all the praise for this fic, it took sooo long for this fic to get out too smh, i can’t believe it was still received so well !!! fyi i read every single review / reblog tags bcs i love reading what yall think :D 

- the day bled away ; park seonghwa ; oct. 16 i wrote this after catching up to the good doctor and i was just in the mood for angst and the idea of hwa being a doctor lol

- mr. sad piano man ; min yoongi ; oct. 29 more fluffy soft angst !! i love writing this genre, especially for yoongi and i’m happy this one was received well !!!

- birthday waffles ; min yoongi ; nov. 14 i was just so soft for yoongi and i wanted to write more for him !! so i made this soft / angsty fic that i’m not particularly proud of, but i’m still glad it’s out there bcs it was sitting in my draft doc for sooo long

- cellmates ; one ; two ; three ; jung wooyoung ; oct. 19 - dec. 23 this is my baby :(( my first long original series !! i’m sooooo excited for this fic to progress and i’m so happy you guys like it as well :3 i love making yall suffer lmaoo 

coming soon in 2021... - future parts of cellmates - king!taehyung x mage!reader (21k written / estimated 40k) - fire!seonghwa x ice!reader (5k written / estimated 20k) - lots and lots more !!!

check out m.list + wips for more info.

final note.

thank you all :(( i really don’t have any words to say left so pls just stay safe and have a happy new year !!! my inbox and messages are always open !

[sidemari]

Hello!! For the fluff alphabet, could I get C,J and N with just venti? Thank you :)

Fluff Alphabet Letters with Venti 🍎

Here, dear anon. Hopefully you'll like them ♥️

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Venti generally likes to cuddle against your body, facing you. He feels so comfortable and safe while holding you it's almost hard for him whenever you guys have to separate from each other.

He likes to caress your cheeks with his fingers and every now and then, give you some pecks on the lips. Also, he enjoys nuzzling his face against your neck because he adores your scent and how your skin feel against his.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

The bard has a carefree personality, so of course he would like to fool around with you. One of the meanest pranks he ever did to you was in one day that while you both were hanging out in Starsnatch Cliff and he simply made you jump into the air with him. You were afraid of heights and he knew that, but even so he controlled the winds so you two could float around and he managed to scare you a little. :P

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Like he once did with his old friend (Probably his name was Himmel, if you don't know much about it, I suggest you to search a little, it's worth it), he's afraid of loosing you to death. He knows that at some point it will happen, since you're a human and he's a god, but Venti made a promise to himself he would help your soul return to Teyvat every single time and he would fall for you once again in every single form.

[jeanslongschlong]

Can I request fluff alphabet for Reiner? In current canon? I think it’s interesting how much his character has changed

i hope that this is okay! sorry it took me so long, i’ve been in a huge writing slump but i felt pretty inspired to write some good reiner fluff tonight <3 i also think it’s fascinating how much his character has changed throughout the story; he started out as one of my least favorite characters and now i can easily say that he’s a favorite of mine. enjoy!

warnings: none

word count: 1154

a-z fluff alphabet for current canon reiner braun

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

The way you make him feel alive. We all know that current canon Reiner is tired, oh so tired, but you make him feel like life is worth living. Being around you ignites a fire deep inside of him that pushes him to move forward and be better. You make him want to be a better man, and to make the right decisions for him and the people he cares about the most.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Your smile. It lights up his world.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

He prefers to be the big spoon, but sometimes he needs some consoling too :,) He likes to hold you close to his chest as you fall asleep, pressing gentle kisses to the top of your head.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

I don’t really think that Reiner has a lot of time to take you on really nice dates, so this most likely will never happen, but I imagine that Reiner wants to take you on a nice picnic and watch the clouds with you. It’s so simple, but in his mind it’s one of the most intimate and relaxing things he could do with you.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Reiner has never been able to really express how he’s feeling before, so it takes him a while to open up to you. But, after a particularly bad fight between the two of you, he decides to make a conscious effort when it comes to communicating how he feels. He’s a bit nervous about it though, so please don’t judge him. He’d close himself off forever.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Probably not. Current canon Reiner only has a year left so…he wouldn’t want to leave you to raise a child alone ☹ though if he weren’t the armored titan he would 100% want a kid or two with you.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He can’t give you much, but he gives you LOTS of flowers.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

You guys don’t have much time alone and he doesn’t seem to be a guy too keen on PDA, so I’d say he prefers to keep the handholding down to a minimum and in private. But, when he does hold your hand he likes to swipe his thumb over the back of your palm in calming circles.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Internally he would freak, but externally he would just become all stoney and cold. He’s lost so many people that at this point he’s learned to hide what it does to him.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

I don’t think he really wastes time on pranking or joking with you. He wants to spend the little time he has left the best that he possibly can.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

In private, passionately and slowly. They make you see stars. He has his hands gripping your waist or tangled in your hair. Expect to be backed against a wall. When you’re in public, he may press a few gentle kisses to your temple in passing if he’s feeling particularly affectionate that day.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

I don’t think he’d be very good at expressing how much he loves you in words, so he probably just expresses it through affection behind closed doors. He loves to run his fingers through your hair and kiss all over your body. Basically just innocent body worship.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

When you met. He was at the end of his rope and was almost entirely out of hope, but then you came sauntering into his life, bringing all things good with you. He thinks of the moment he first saw you often, and the way that he felt hope for the first time in years.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Not being able to say a proper goodbye to you before he dies. You and he both know that he’s basically living on borrowed time, so your departures from each other are always very passionate and touchy haha

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

He snorts when he laughs LOL

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

My love, baby, angel

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Laying around, cuddling, working through trauma together, praising you

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

When the Day Met the Night by Panic! At the Disco

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

He tells you everything. There isn’t a single thing about him that you don’t know.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Not very quickly. He knew what he wanted and went for it, and you were very eager to comply.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He tries his hardest to be compassionate and empathize. He just wants you to be happy.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

I don’t really think that he’s the type to show you off, but when you achieve something he definitely is the person cheering the loudest in the crowd.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

He would definitely fight for you. Every battle he fights he has you in the back of his mind, pushing him to fight even harder. He is all for you fighting, but it does make him nervous sometimes because he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

I mean…pretty well for the most part. But you sometimes have to give him a gentle nudge in the right direction because he isn’t the most observant person in the world.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

I think one of the main things he wants to have done before dying is marry you. It would probably be a pretty rushed thing; like you’d be in the middle of some random conversation and he’d just pop the question. He’d probably try to get your marriage officiated in the same day, too.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

When you run your fingers through his hair and scratch his scalp. It makes him super relaxed.

[flying-nightwing]

Fluff Alphabet - Jason Todd

Hello guys! This is my first alphabet because I saw everyone do it and i wanted in. I took this alphabet. I had a lot of fun to indulge in Jason, because well. Do I need to explain? 

Anyhow, enjoy this little thing inspired by my feelings for Jason Todd!

Disclaimer: This is my vision of the character and in no way an universal truth

Check out my masterlist in bio // pinned!

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Your eyes. Jason could get lost in them by a simple glance. They say eyes are the windows to the soul, and he found it to be very true the second he met you. He will sometimes doubt he’s worth your love, but your gaze is enough to reassure him at every turn. He also can’t get enough of that spark that lights up when he makes you laugh, it draws him in. Your eyes are so kind and loving, the rest doesn’t really matter to him.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Let’s be truthful here, Jason is terrified of having kids. Everytime the discussion gets even close to the topic of family, he gets vivid images of his own father with him and it fills him with dread that he'll end up just like him. Then, he thinks about his lifestyle and how just being the Red Hood (or having been, as a matter of fact) could endanger his family. But I think deep down he craves having a family, having kids (whether they’re biologically his or adopted), because he’s just that natural caring person.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Continuing on that natural caring person wave, Jason will usually cuddle as the big spoon. His large frame makes it ridiculously easy for himself to wrap around you completely, and he loves to see you curled up around him, safe and comfortable in his arms. He likes to know he’s shielding you from any potential danger, it just eases his conscience. But sometimes he’ll have a bad day, or a rough patrol, and he’ll wordlessly slip in your hold in bed. It surprises you every time how small he can make himself, with his head on your chest above your heart and latched around your waist holding for dear life. Then, he’ll rely on you to make him feel safe, and he’ll fall asleep like that (he also likes when you play with his hair when he gets like that).

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Jason is insanely romantic, nobody can prove me otherwise. With the amount of novels and books he read, it would be hard not to know how to be an exemplary lover. However, doing grand gestures in public and/or expensive shits is not his style. So it isn’t rare to come back home from your job after a tough week, to see Jason lighting up candles on a rose petals covered table, smiling at you and telling you to get changed in your pajamas and relax a bit before he finishes cooking (probably one of you favourite meals, or something new he knows you’ll like to surprise you). Dancing on your building’s rooftop or driving outside the city to take a walk under the stars are also his ideas of dates. It’s always something private and meaningful and a proof Jason is a hopeless romantic.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

“You are my reason to keep going on.” I believe at some point after he came back from the dead, Jason had a really hard time finding a reason to keep living (finding out he was replaced as Robin, that Batman didn’t kill the joker, etc…). He was in a really dark place and numb to everything. But then, he met you and suddenly life wasn’t so terrible. After a while, he even finds himself excited to get up in the morning (or early afternoon if he’s been on a long patrol) and smiling at random times. He wants to make an effort for you, because you deserve his best self and the least he can do is try (you still love him at his worst though, and he still can’t wrap his head around it but he’s insanely grateful for it).

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

One night, Jason woke up in sweats and screaming his lungs out. He had a nightmare where you were kidnapped and tortured by the joker the way he was; it was the first time you were the victim in his nightmares (usually it was faceless people or himself, and even sometimes his brothers. But never you). He found himself wanting to have you in his arms, needing to have you in his arms, and that’s how he knew it wasn’t just a crush anymore, that he was in deep with you.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

People have this misconception that Jason is rough, judging by the everything about him. But you would have never foreseen him to be so delicate and gentle with you. He is very strong and can be rash sometimes, but with his lover, he is always careful. He has enough pain and hurt in his life there is now way he’d put the most important person in his life through that. You have to almost beg him to be rough with you, and he’ll only let go if he’s 100% sure you’re okay with it.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Absolutely. He’s not big on PDA but he always wants to hold your hand, especially in public. He can get uncomfortable if there are too many people around, and the little subconscious squeezes of your hand never fails to bring him back to reality and help him focus on you instead of feeling trapped. Also he’s afraid of losing you in a crowd, even if he’s tall and could spot you easily. So yeah, his hand in yours is a constant.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Depends on how you met really. It’s hard to say really, he might have seen you as an angel, or as a simple acquaintance until he discovered your character and you grew on him. He’s a versatile boy in the people he falls for.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Not jealous per say, but insecure. Everytime he sees you talking with someone who seems to be (subconsciously or not) flirting with you, he gets this feeling you’ll suddenly realize you could do much better than him and leave him for someone less broken, less messed up than him. It creeps in his chest and hurts like a heart attack, and it only dies down when you inevitably come back in his arms and look at him like he’s your world. Then, the storm dies and he knows he at least got one more day with you. And as much as the idea of Jealous Jason showing you who you belong to (wink wink) is appealing, I don’t think it would happen unless it has been established both of you were into that kind of foreplay and he knows for sure you’re in for the long haul with him. Then it becomes a game rather than an actual insecurity thing.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Jason’s kisses are soft and wholesome. You can feel every ounce of love and admiration he has for you, and even if they do get emotional or even dominant at some points, it’s never forecefull. Who initiated the first kiss is nebulous, I think it was more of a mutual thing than an unilateral decision. I like to think it happened in a magnet effect, where both parties met halfway because Jason is a very respectful person in general (except if you piss him off for real) and he wouldn’t make you uncomfortable by kissing you without your consent.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

It’s gotta be you. Jason, who’s afraid of saying it and getting rejected/mocked would definitely not want to get his feet wet first (what if you laugh? What if you leave?). He will show it in his way, but he’d wait for you to say the words first. But once it’s out there? Hooty hoot. He’ll say it like a mantra. He’ll never ever stop saying it at every occasion he gets. 

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

At the fair in your city. Spending the afternoon going from attraction to attraction, having fun in the small roller coaster you were pretty sure was one heavy loaded train away from toppling down. After sun down, you went from game booth to game booth, collecting small and colorful stuffed animals and eating everything sugary and fat you could get your hands onto. You were convinced you could beat the rigged shoot the duck game, and when you couldn’t, Jason stepped in and absolutely made the smug smirk drop from the guy’s face. You walked away with a giant Panda, sleepy as hell after you sugar rush, and Jason had to carry you out of the car bridal style. That picture you took on top of the ferris wheel is on his nightstand and is his favourite possession of his. 

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

No, he’s not that kind of guy. I think he’s much more into meaningful acts and gestures than buying your love. He would sometimes spoil you if the occasion came to it, but I don’t think he’d be the type to open up his wallet as a demonstration of love.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Aqua blue. No other reason than the fact it’s probably the color the most opposite to red. While he absolutely loves to see you wear red things (it drives him crazy in the sweetest way), he doesn’t want to associate you with the darkest part of him. You’re the beautiful blue to his glaring red, because you’re the best thing in his life and he wants to outline and highlight you out as much as possible.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

I don’t think he has a signature pet name, he probably uses one that fits with the object of his affections and the history he has with them. He’d also be mindful of what you like and don’t like, and adjust them accordingly. 

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Libraries. The old ones that smell of paper and leather. The ones with the shelves that climb up to the wall and the old worn seats that are just perfect to sit into and read for hours. Jason loves a calm environment and a quiet victorian library does the trick just well.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Read, cuddles, adult cuddles... ;) I think Jason likes rainy days because it gives him an excuse to spend time with you at home. He’d probably bake something in the afternoon and you might or might not turn it into a flour war, make a mess in the kitchen but make a bonding activity of cleaning it up after (he and you know when to be kids and when to be mature and you both respect the line, and that’s why it’s so fun). Rainy days are domestic days and nothing is more pure or adorable than domestic Jason. It’s a hill I’ll die on. 

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

That’s a tricky one, because when Jason spirals down he has trouble getting out by himself. But when you are down, Jason will go to hell and back to make sure you feel better. He’ll cook you your favourite thing, skip patrol to stay by your side, do a dumb tik tok dance to put a smile on your face or hear you laugh. He’d be attentive to your needs and do everything in his power to help you.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Everything. Jason is a smart boy, he’d enjoy either talking about art, or about larger questions in the universe, or maybe about the birds that made a nest outside. Jason is incredibly easy to talk to when he’s receptive to the person talking to him, and that surprises anyone who knows him on the surface or less. 

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Massages, but only by you. He trusts you, he is as comfortable as he can get with you seeing him shirtless with his scars (no professional masseur/se will ever get up close to him), and with you touching him in perhaps more sensitive or vulnerable places. He’d close his eyes and let involuntary moans when you’d unknot the tension in his muscles (and you’d secretly enjoy having such a force of nature all putty and soft under your hands). Then it’d be cuddle time and he would be relaxed as he’s ever been.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

That’s simple: you. You’re his beautiful partner, the only one he has eyes for, so the world should see how great you are. He’d find a way to place you in every conversation, whether it would be to point out that hey, you can do that too, or because he just can’t shut up about you. That earns him infinite teasing from his family on how soft he is for you, but he can’t bring himself to care because he loves you so much. 

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Jason wanted to marry you, and you had talked about it enough as a couple that he knew you wanted it too. But he wanted to wait for the right moment and he couldn’t plan that. The proposal probably happened at an unexpected moment, like when you tried to make him soup when he got injured and ended up messing it up bad. You came back to the couch and apologized to him profusely, and with stars in his eyes he asked you to marry him. Or when one of his enemies tried to take you while taking out the trash, but you chucked the garbage bag AND the metal lid to them, and Jason got down on one knee the second you finished recounting the story, out of breath from running back inside. The wedding was a private affair (Roy was his best man) somewhere quiet and meaningful, without too many artifices or big set up. It was perfect for you two.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

This is a hard one. I feel like Jason would be into soul/jazz, in the style of Marvin Gaye, Nat King Cole or Frank Sinatra. To some extent he is a very old school person, and I believe music is one of the topics that falls into that old school side of him. It’s just a feeling, it’s how I imagine Jason. Unforgettable by Nat King Cole would be his to-go song when it comes to you. 

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Oh yea. Jaybird’s got the ring in mind as soon as he knew you were the one. See Wedding above.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

I don’t think he’d want a pet, because he can be absent often, or he wouldn’t have enough time. But if he’d have to, he’d get a cat, I think. Walking a dog morning and night would get a little bit much, especially since sometimes he might have trouble getting out of bed after patrol. But a cat, a rescue stubborn older cat who has seen others, that would be a match. The cat would be distant at first, but one morning he’d wake up with his grump of a feline curled beside his pillow and purring, or after a rough day the cat would bring him its toy and Jason would just. Cry. Because this little creature became his friend. And it’s so pure. (Also Jason building cat trees and climbing installations for the cat? Satisfying image).

[ourotakuparadise]

Fluff Alphabet! Laxus Dreyar

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s / o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Being with you is more than enough! Relaxing and cuddling up in bed in a lazy moment? Perfect! Training together? Wonderful! Going out on a date? He's in paradise!

B eauty - What do they admire about their s / o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

After his redemption, Laxus really appreciates that you have zeal for your loved ones and your generosity. Things he once considered futile, today he values ​​it a lot now as well as becoming more humble. Also a person with a strong and independent personality as he will not be able to be around you all the time.

C omfort - How would they help their s / o when they feel down / have a panic attack etc.?

Laxus is now very attentive and understandable, he first takes you to a quiet spot before then bringing you in for a hug and stroking your hair or rubbing circles on your back. His presence itself is very comforting and he can say what he appreciates most about you or be your listener when you need someone to talk to.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s / o?

Laxus goes slow with dreams, because believe me, sometimes he doesn't feel worthy to share his life with him after all the horrible things he did and the stupid, self-centered and arrogant behavior he had before his redemption. But he has already managed to imagine marrying you and starting a family that would be an action to the crazy Fairy Tail family. (Stay tuned, as Mkarov can spoil his great-grandchildren if you are careless).

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Laxus has become more passable and egalitarian in relationship decisions. If you need help he is there and you can trust him.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s / o? How are they fighting?

Trivial fights are rare, unless one side gets jealous and this results in an argument and after a silent treatment you forgive yourself. But if it is something serious like betraying his trust or you become a threat to the guild ... There is no forgiveness.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s / o is doing for them?

There is no way to describe his gratitude ... You remember what he looked like before he was kicked out right? Never in his life did he think that one day he would meet someone who would love him who was a scoundrel and hurt many of his own guild because of his selfish ambitions. Knowing that you forgave him and love him even with these horrible mistakes is more valuable than his own life.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s / o? Or do they share everything?

He has become an ocean of honesty and doesn’t even think about hiding something from you, the only times he’s “dishonest” or telling a little lie is to surprise you like a surprise date or dinner (like when he proposed marriage).

I nspiration - Did their s / o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

We already know that he changed a lot after being expelled and returning to the guild as a new person, you became the biggest reason for him to become a better person and make up for the times when he was an egocentric rascal.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Yes, he stays and we can say that his jealousy is quite high. He trusts you fully and your ability to deal with different types of situations and tries not to be possessive, the last thing he wants is to become someone possessive and go back to being the scoundrel he was. The only time he loses his mind is if someone is crossing the line (aka harassing or humiliating you) and at that moment only Makarov to stop him from destroying half the city with a lightning storm. (But the guild adores you, so there's little point in avoiding chaos and imminent destruction).

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Whoever thought of a rough kiss, thought wrong! Laxus has become a very caring man and he wants to show his love for you. A tender, slow and passionate kiss, but one that still leaves you breathless and with your legs weakened by the way he makes you feel loved. (He will only be rude and aggressive in the spicy moments inside the room and if you want to.)

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s / o?

Believe it or not, I see you as a classic romantic man. He became a gentleman and would take you on a date like dinner and then to a place of lush natural scenery (like a meadow where you can see the city and the sky). He has been training speech for at least a month and starting to say that he is very happy to have met you and then to say how he feels about you.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

HELL YEAH! Even with his insecurities; Laxus can't help but smile at eternizing your bond and seeing you two at the altar, swearing your wedding vows and exchanging rings. About how he will propose the classic dinner before he kneels in front of you and shows the ring while ordering. Later he organizes a dinner for his parents to ask for his blessing and he certainly did the same with Makarov (or he would have trouble not asking permission from the guild master to be able to marry you! LMAO).

N icknames - What do they call their s / o?

Baby, babe, my love and bae are classics and his favorites. When he feels a little more sentimental he can call you "my life". Sometimes when you do something badass he can't help it and simply yells “this is my Storm”! (Sorry for the stupid pun ... 😂🤣)

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Difficult for anyone to notice, he manages to disguise himself most of the time. Those who are more intuitive and who know him well (* cough * Makarov * cough *) can see him being softer or how his eyes light up when you're around.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s / o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

He doesn't like to show affection in public, but he only does it if you are comfortable and want it with that. He is a gentleman now and your comfort is his priority. But if Laxus notices someone with bad intentions while looking at you, he keeps you close and discreetly looks at that person as he passes the message "make the wrong move and you will deal with me, I dare you" and it is enough to chase away those who are evil .

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He became an empath understandable as hell! He perceives the signs when you are not well and needs someone to vent or simply a hug or time alone.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s / o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

I already said in “Love Cofession” that he is a classic romantic guy, but he can be a mess in that regard at the beginning of the relationship and tries not to appeal to the cliché. Sometimes he can be innovative to surprise you, but the main thing is that you are happy and that is all that matters to him.

S upport - Are they helping their s / o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

What kind of partner would he be if he didn't support you? He believes and helps you to pursue your dreams and will be there when you feel frustrated.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Laxus is a classic romantic guy, but he is also quite open to trying something new. But he won't hesitate to say it if he finds it dangerous for you.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

You hit the lottery, because this man seems to know you almost as well as you know yourself. A few signs that he sees may indicate that you are not well and he looks at whether to intervene immediately or approach with caution. The last thing he wants is to make what you're feeling worse.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

“Nickname” answers what I need to write here! You are his life, his light, his priceless treasure that can never be replaced. He literally risks his own life for you.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

This big guy can be intimidating, but he's a boy's love and perfect for cuddling  up! After having a nightmare? He will be your teddy bear! Bad day? His arms are a fortress of comfort. Is someone intimidating you? You can hide behind him while he gives the bastard a frightening look.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Not in public, but be behind closed doors that you will be choked by his muscle mass and by so many hugs for long hours. He becomes a giant teddy bear.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He can handle it reasonably, but sometimes he asks himself how you are doing and if everything is fine on the mission you decided to do. Those closest to you notice that he gets a little restless when you go on missions. Whenever you come back and if it had a tail, it would be swinging like a puppy happy to see its owner again.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

I don't think I need to say much if you remember what I said in "G", "H", "I", "M", "S", "U" and "V". Do you still need more reasons to love this big guy? Stop wasting time and go be happy with him!

[imasimpforshanks]

Hello <3 Can I ask for Angst alphabet with Coby ?~ thanks a lot <3

Angst Alphabet - Coby

a/n: BRUHHHH HIS WAS SO HARD TO DO BC HES SUCH A SWEETIE 😭😭😭😭😭💗 regardless, I hope you like it! x

ALSO - please note reader is a civilian and not a marine (but coby is still a marine). It was just easier for me to write it this way !!

A- Accident (would they blame themselves if you died in an accident?)

Coby wouldn’t exactly blame himself, but he would feel really weak. It would be lots of comments about his own worth and capabilities such as: “I’m still too weak” or I’m never going to be strong enough”. (kind of similar to Zoro in that sense).

B-Break up (How would they break up with you?)

He would try to be as honest and as upfront as possible, but he gets really anxious and just starts stumbling over his words ending every sentence with “ya know?”. In the end, he just uses every cliché in the book because he can’t remember or seem to find the ability to say what he really wanted to.

C-Crying (how would they make you cry?)

This dude is far too much of a sweetheart to ever make you cry. If you were to cry because of him, it’d be because of how much time the two of you have to be away from each other. He hates having to leave you because it’s always a lot of tears on both sides.

D-Death (how would they react to your death?)

He would be devasted. Crying in front of anyone and everyone he doesn’t care. Coby would also become really unmotivated and go through a little bit of an existential crisis like “What’s the point of this anymore?” “what am I even doing?”. Eventually he’d remember how much you believed in him, and how much good he could really do in the world – so, he’d keep going. For you.

E-Emotion (what is one emotion they would try to hide the most and how would they do it?)

Honestly, Coby is someone who is extremely open and expressive. He doesn’t (or maybe it’s more accurate to say he can’t) hide his emotions. That’s just not who he is. He expresses openly whatever emotion it is he is feeling.

F-Fight (do you two ever fight? How big are the fights? What do you fight about? Etc.)

He genuinely tries to avoid fighting with you at all costs. Nothing between the two of you ever escalates that far because Coby manages to talk the two of you out of whatever tension has been built.

G-Guilt (what is the biggest thing they feel guilty about?)

It’s not necessarily guilt, but Coby still feels as though he owes Luffy his life. Because of Luffy, Coby was able to become a marine. It’s because of Luffy that Coby continues to work as hard as he does. Most of what has happened in Coby’s life is all thanks to Luffy and because of that, he feels as though he has a debt he can never repay (even though all of this happened because luffy was just being luffy).

H-Heartbreak (what would cause them pain in the relationship? How would they deal during a break-up?)

Having to be away from you for long periods of time (obviously because he’s a marine) is really painful for the both of you. It can but quite a bit of strain on your relationship as long distance isn’t easy.

During a break-up, his mind would be all over the show. At work, he wouldn’t be able to focus properly which would cause many problems for not only himself, but others around him too.

I-Injured (how would they react if you are badly injured?)

Panic mode: activated. All his focus is shifted to you. He forgets about everything around him and is set on trying to get you help. He doesn’t even try to take down whoever, or whatever, caused your injury. You are his one and only priority in that moment.

J-Jealousy (what do they do if they are jealous?)

The sweetheart would feel so nervous. He’d keep to himself and try to avoid you for a while because he can’t stop thinking about how much better off you would be with literally anyone else.

K-Kill (would they kill for revenge?)

Coby is definitely not the type to kill for revenge. He hates all the killing and death that happens in the world. He’s a person who is all about trying to stop the cycle of hatred. so despite the anger, pain and hurt he would be feeling he would put all of that emotion aside, and settle it a different way.

L-Loss (what is their greatest loss?)

During Marineford when marines (and pirates) were dying left and right, Coby was shocked. It was far too much unnecessary death. Witnessing all that death was an emotional overload, but it did lead to one of the most pivotal moments of his life.

M-Mistake (what is the worst mistake they ever made with you?)

Unfortunately, it was something entirely out of his control. But one time he had to leave for a mission with the Marines in the middle of the night. He couldn’t tell you anything about it or why he was leaving. He just had to up and leave.

N-Nightmares (how often do they have them? What are they about? How do they deal with it?)

Sometimes Coby has nightmares about Marineford. The constant voices and cries of agony form an endless loop in his sleep, gradually getting louder and louder until he screams himself awake. After waking up in a panic he manages to calm his breathing. Then, Coby gives himself a pep talk “that is why you’re working so hard. To become strong enough to be fleet admiral so nothing like that will ever happen again.”

O-Outrage (how and why would they get mad at you?)

As with the fights, I don’t think Coby really gets mad at you. Probably over something minor like you ate the last cookie or something. It’s not anger, he just gets pouty until you say you’ll make it up to him.

P-Past (what has happened in your relationship that changed the way you saw each other?)

Having to do your relationship long distance was a pivotal point for the both of you. For most, it can be a deal breaker and it comes with more negatives than positives. But, for the two of you, it was a wake-up call, and, it was the moment you both realized “I can’t live without you, we will make this work”.

Q-Quality (what is their most dangerous/toxic quality?)

I wouldn’t say this is dangerous or toxic idk (???) but ANWAYSSSSS. Coby lacks certainty in his own decisions. He’s not so bad now, but it used to be a lot worse. He second guesses himself too much, which can be the difference between life and death in a high pressure situation.

R-Rejection (how would they react to you rejecting their confession (or the other way around))

Being rejected by you would definitely impact his self-esteem. It’d bring up a lot of insecurities and feelings of inadequacy. (PLS DON’T REJECT THIS PRECIOUS BOY).

S-Scars (battle or self-inflicted)

Coby does have a scar on his head. It’s not entirely certain when or where he received this scar, but it’s likely to be from his rough training with Garp.

T-Trust (have they ever broken your trust?)

No, Coby has never broken your trust. In fact, your relationship is held up by the unwavering trust the two of you have in one another. It may seem funny to say that, because trust is a vital element of any relationship, but it’s particularly the case for you two. Being a marine means there’s going to be quite a few things he can’t tell you, but you know he can’t tell you and he really appreciates how much you understand that.

U-Urge (how badly do they want to see you after you guys separated?)

He’s had to learn to cope with not seeing you for long periods of time. But, despite all that practice it’s still unbelievably difficult. When he can, he’ll write you letters to keep you informed about his safety. He won’t ask, but he’d really appreciate if you wrote him back.

V-Vicious (what do they do when they lash out on you?)

I genuinely don’t believe he would lash out at you. He just wouldn’t. Maybe, he’s slammed a few doors, but other than that… (sorry I feel like this one is boring af ugh).

W-Weak (what makes them feel weak how do they try to avoid it?)

Coby always felt weak and incapable in his abilities. Sometimes those feelings resurface. But honestly, he trues to avoid this by remembering how and why he is where he is. He thinks of all the people who have helped him along the way (Luffy, Garp etc.) and it motivates him to push forward.

X-X-ray (what do they hate and show it most obviously?)

He hates needless violence. He understands in some situations violence is necessary, but, then there are some situations (like the end of marineford) where lives are being lost for no reason whatsoever.

Y-Yearn (what is one thing that they want but can’t have?)

He wants nothing more than to openly be BFF’s with Luffy. Given the two different worlds they live in, it’s just never going to happen, despite Luffy being a genuinely good person. (I KNOW THIS IS MEAN TO BE ANGSTY BUT I COULDN’T HELP IT LMFAO)

Z-Zero (what do they do/say in your dying moments?)

Oh boy. There would be endless amounts of tears. Through sniffles and snot, he’d be trying to thank you for everything you’ve done for him, all the love and support you’ve shown him.

[nuestraluzdelaluna]

Please can you do fluff alphabet with Virgil xx 🥺🥺

Virgil Van Dijk fluff alphabet:

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

He really doesn’t care as long as he gets to spend time with you. Whether that’s a movie marathon or a pamper evening doesn’t matter. He’ll even do a face mask and stuff like that as long as it’s with you.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He couldn’t choose a body part that’s his favorite but something that he admires and thinks of as beautiful is how passionate and exited you get over things you like. He loves how your eyes will light up as soon as you talk about a passionate topic for you.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He will talk to you. On one hand it’s to distract you but on the other hand he knows that his gentle voice is always calming you down.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He 100% wants to have kids with you. You guys often dream of you little family.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He is definitely the dominant one. He has his nights, especially after a loss where he’ll just lay down in you arms and wants to be pampered. But those are not that common, he’ll prefer to be the one who looks after you and makes decisions.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He can get quite scary during fights that’s why he will want to make up soon after to remind you, that he loves you and would never hurt you, even though that’s something you don’t need to be reminded of.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He is very grateful for you. Not even just necessarily for the things you do for him but definitely the things you go through, since he knows that being the girlfriend of a footballer can be hard at times.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He doesn’t hide anything from you and he definitely doesn’t need to. You two sharing every single information, even the ones others wouldn’t want to hear.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

How passionate you are definitely inspires him to an extend. Besides that you changed his rather fast life to be more chilled, forcing him to lay down for a few minutes more and simple things like that.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He doesn’t get jealous that easily just because he knows that he is the only one to ever make you feel those things he’s making you feel and that you appreciate everything you have with him. But when he gets jealous he will need to remind of that by fucking you hard.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He is a really good kisser. Kisses with him are never boring. He’s always biting and nibbling at your lips making you feel amazing.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

I feel like he never really planned it out. It just slipped out of his mouth one time as he was admiring you, filling him with happiness as you returned the three little, but meaningful words.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

If you want to get married he would 100% marry you. Always telling you how beautiful you’d look walking down the aisle.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

He always calls you, and only you sweetheart.

The situation doesn’t matter, you will always hear him call you sweetheart.

“I love you sweetheart”

“What do you wanna eat sweetheart?”

“Fuck Sweetheart that pussy is gripping me so nicely”

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He expresses his love by words. As simple as it sounds but how he talks about you makes everyone immediately notice how in love he is. Besides that little gestures like holding your hair back when you drank too much, holding you close and whispering sweet nothings when you’ve had a nightmare or pressing sweet kisses to spots on your body you told him you’re insecure about.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

He doesn’t care who is watching, if he wants to kiss you he will kiss you. Besides that he thinks you’re stunning and always wants to show you of at events etc.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

His arms -they are perfect for hugs. Always having either a hand around his bicep or sneaking into his arms, feeling warm and protected.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He is romantic in small subtle ways. Holding your doors open, bringing you new flowers every week or showering you with compliments.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Virgil is your own little cheerleader. Always supporting you in whatever goals you have and cheering you on.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He is very open to try new things. Always trying to make your relationship as exiting as possible.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Virgil can tell how you feel just by looking at you, knowing you like the back of his hand. He also knows how to take care of you when you are sad or what not to do.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Your relationship is one of the most important things of his life. Seeing you as part of his family he can’t ever imagine to loose what you two have.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He is a sucker for cuddles. Loving to just lay down and have you run your fingers through his hair talking about your day.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Yes yes yes. He could spent days kissing you, enjoying to feel you smile into the kiss as he unintentionally tickles the back of your neck. Virgil always tells you that the perfect way to end a day is falling asleep in your arms and the prefect way to start it is waking up with you in his.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He has gifted you a little stuffed animal that he has as well. If he misses you he will pull it out and think about you claiming that it makes him feel connected to you.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Virgil will do a lot for you, knowing what things you go through for being with him at some times and he is down to return 100% of the energy.

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SFW Alphabet | Nikaidou Kouhei

I’m so sorry you had to wait for so long, boo, but if you see it I hope you’ll like it! Absolutely agreed on that Nikaidou deserves much love too! Please enjoy ♡  You can check tosikowrites tag for more.  Warning: there’s a lot under the cut.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Before the unfortunate incident with Ogata and the bear happened, Nikaidou was such a braggart both about himself and his amazing s/o. They are the best around. He is one lucky guy to have them as a partner.

His main love language was going overboard with praise and physical touch. Not a day went by without Nikaidou paying at least one sweet compliment to the subject of his adoration. In addition, his face lighted up when they praised him for anything, be it his soldier's courage or deep dark eyes. Sometimes their dialogue turned into a verbal duel over who will overcompliment whom and it could last for half of the hour until one of them just started spilling the dumbest figures of speech imaginable.

But after the incident, things changed. Now he is all distant and quiet and then in a blink of an eye manic one running around in a stupefying delirium. When the painful realization of the horrors he and his poor brother endured becomes too clear, too close, Nikaidou’s whole world shrinks to the neck of a morphine bottle.

Physical contact? Well... After another maim, it is better to refrain from touching his bare skin altogether. But when Nikaido calms down (with the help of morphine or on his own), you can try to hug him and pat him on the head. Nikaidou himself refrains from initiating anything physical since the absence of his hand leaves him feeling less of a man and makes full-fledged embrace impossible. It truly saddens him.

In general, without his wonderhat and prostheses, Nikaidou feels extremely vulnerable and any touch of the skin near the supposed location of the ear, a stump of an arm or leg burns him like a red-hot iron. It is enormously aching, but for their sake, he can ignore it for a while. Their care is a medicine that is always in abundance but he is not the most compliant patient.

Once in a blue moon, he decides to give them a gift. The last one was made by Edogai. His fancy gloves of dubious origin have no frills, but are very pleasant to the touch, solid and hard. He has a hat, they have gloves, they match perfectly!

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Quite literally friendship-emotional-rollercoaster. Becoming friends with Nikaidou is easy but maintaining this friendship requires effort. It most likely originated in cold soldiers' barracks from occasional small talk about the harshness of military life. As expected, Kouhei’s friend is Yuhei’s friend too, - find trouble, make it double, - making them a famous trio of rascals that brings nothing but distress to other soldiers.

Prior to the loss of the ear, scalp, arms, legs, brother, a good chunk of sanity Nikaidou would like to hang out almost every day, drinking, visiting geishas, sitting on the war department porch, and enjoying heated debate about the future attack. Picking on others is also one of their favorite activities. A little bit of gossiping? Yes, please. Do I need to mention they usually get to serve detention together as well.

After numerous injuries, he gets an unpleasant pulling sensation in the abdomen when the thought of losing them pops In his head. Nikaidou can afford one more limb being cut off thanks to confidence in Arisaka’s natural ingenuity but losing them? Not like they can be replaced by anyone. Moreover, they are dear to his heart because they are a living reminder of the deceased brother.

Lets them talk into the ear and translates whatever comes from it as a form of… conversation. Nikaidou looks like he is about to throw a tantrum when he once again has to work with Usami or Kikita instead of his dear friend. They are also the one Tsukishima can turn to when Lieutenant Tsurumi isn’t around and Nikaidou refuses to give up a bottle of morphine.

Friendship with him is like talking to a different person every time. He is an irrepressible optimist, a child in a crippled body, that shares frightening thoughts about capturing the Immortal Sugimoto. He is also an anxious tangle of nerves hiding from the daylight like it will burn him alive. He is also a serious veteran that will shot the enemy on the spot if they get too close to him or them.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Pick a wrong time and you’ll get to cuddle a wood log instead of a breathing human being. It is a matter of luck and good timing instead of a cute date idea with a loved one. Nikaidou, if in a playful mood, would tease his s/o pretending he has no idea what they want from him. Maybe, they want to shake his hand? Real one or a wood one? As soon as they make a move, he will crawl away with a wide snide smile on his pale face. Eventually, Nikaidou will surrender to their mercy and tight overwhelming embrace but before that happens, he will have some fun playing naïve dummy. Any other time when Nikaidou is obsessing over random idee fixe he will ignore any attempts to cuddle him and even may jump away from them like from the flame. His perception of the touch varies depending on the mood it seems.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

To keep it short, no. Nothing and no one can convince Nikaidou that he has even the slightest chance of becoming a family man. The very thought of something like this makes him burst into hysterical laughter. He is not suitable for this, it is not worth trying so broken man Nikaidou has already joined Ogata’s little I’d Rather Kick A Bucket Than Settle Down club. Mediocre in both cleaning and cooking, doesn’t need constant persuasion to do either.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Endured torment reduced the potential emotional pain to almost non-existing so it won't be difficult for Nikaidou to just leave, to cut them off for their own good. The assumption that they need to end the relationship indicates a major shifting in Nikaidou’s life (maybe, he already knows that his life will end this evening) but at this point, the break-up doesn’t seem like a significant event anymore. Heavily sedated he mutters something unintelligible and then with Arisaka’s bayonet precision cuts the rubbish and announces that they are no longer a couple, they won’t see each other, they should not look for each other under any circumstances, and walks away. No hesitation, no doubts, only humility and disconnection.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Would love to get married someday, spend the rest of his life with a loved one far away from the horrors of war and the gold hunt. However, its possibility seems so elusive and unattainable that Nikaidou decided to put this thought on the back-burner. Now his mind is preoccupied with the desire to slit Sugimoto the Immortal open so even if there is a loved one by his side Nikaidou is highly unlikely to propose. Any hints and mentions of the wedding fly into one ear and fly out of the other.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Nikaidou began to appreciate moments of vulnerability and gentleness after life dumped the pile of shit on him. The tides of tenderness are always unexpected but most often they happen in the middle of the night when he jumps up drenched in a cold sweat from a nightmare. That’s when he snuggles closer to them like a child scared by dreadful thunderclaps and branched lightning. There are not so many things he needs to be happy: a gentle kiss on the top of the head would do just fine. Nikaidou also shows his soft side when the silly childish nature overcomes the bereaved byproduct of the war he has become. Then life seems a little more fun for him, and even more pleasant with their fingers squeezed in his hand. Otherwise, he is completely closed off both physically and emotionally and if confronted can’t even figure out what a person wants from him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Each of their meetings awakens an irresistible desire in Nikaidou to embrace them in his arms and spin them around to the sound of their ringing laughter. However, as soon as he leans forward, slightly bends the knees so they can jump up for a hug, invisible threads pull him back. You can pinpoint an exact moment when it hits him that Nikaidou awkwardly straightens up and looks bewildered for where to put his hands.  In addition, he feels guilty either for the fact that he cannot give what they are asking for or for that he is so self-critical. If they still decide to take the initiative and hug him Nikaidou will not protest. So to say he never hugs them first but will return a hug half of the time.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It doesn’t take him long to confess, I’d say, time ranges from three to six months. Since Nikaidou quickly becomes comfortable with patient people who return his love, he will not miss the moment to mention how he feels. Each of his declarations of love is unique. Sometimes Nikaidou grabs them by the hand and runs away into the sunset to recite a verse in a secluded corner. Sometimes he spins around with puppy delight and chatters nonsense, mixing it with I love you. I really do. Did I tell you that I love you? Wait, did I? It’s impossible to get a serious confession from him even when Nikaidou gives the impression of a collected person. Absolutely ecstatic when his s/o whispers sweet nonsense and words of love into his ear. You can see it by the changes on his hat.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Nikaidou is one of those people who can go batshit crazy in the blink of an eye because of one wrong word. Even silence in combination with an appraising gaze flares him up like a red rag does so on a bull and there is no going back from this point. He is laconic. No empty threats, no long prelude. Once Nikaidou draws out a knife it’s between his rival and God. This man doesn’t mind getting messy since every outrageous deed of his will be blamed either on painkillers or someone else. Tsurumi probably won’t want him to end up behind bars or on the scaffold.

Won’t ever accuse his s/o of being unfaithful and will turn blind eye to red flags because… Perhaps he is simply not ready to lose another loved one. Without realizing it, Nikaidou ignores veiled disparaging phrases and undisguised interest in someone else for the sake of peace of mind.

That doesn’t mean he won’t kick man’s ass to prevent subsequent misunderstandings.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Messy, greedy, and ingratiating. He was pretty popular among girls way back in time so you can call him an experienced one and it shows. When Nikaidou is struck by unexpected amorousness in public, he will occasionally plant a kiss on his s/o’s cheek or shoulder. No, social unacceptability does not matter at all in a face of his feelings. In private he is just uncontrollable: Nikaidou goes from kisses to bites back to nibbling exploring them from head to toes. Prefers to kiss his s/o behind the ears, on clavicles, grooves between the ribs, etc. Any place where there is almost nothing between the bone and the covering skin makes his neurons fire additional dopamine. At the same time, he can be wayward about being kissed so the safest options are kisses on the cheek or nose.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I have reasonable doubts that any mother would want their kids to hand out around such a seasoned soldier as Nikaidou is but if it ever happened, they would have a fun time together. He turns into an absolute sweetheart when a little child grabs him by the hand and drag him along to show some sloppy hand-made craft. Even if Nikaidou tried to be harsh and unapproachable, his mask would fly off as soon as a high-pitched voice asked to play tag. Nevertheless, he prefers to stay away from kids to avoid scaring them with whatever frightening that could break through in his behavior. No need to give little one a recurring nightmare about limbs occasionally falling off to rumbling mirthless laughter. Never thought about having kids of his own but would definitely ponder if his s/o brought up this question. So, maybe, they and one or two cute little girls could make a perfect family?

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

They are erratic. To begin with, Nikaidou rarely spends nights with his loved one so catching him in the early hours is a tall tale. Much more often he visits them at lunchtime or even later in the afternoon having already fulfilled the plan to vex the top of the division. His mood has already dropped from a mania mark to ecstasy or normal level of excited agility making Nikaidou a skilled handyman, a voluble interlocutor, and an ardent lover three in one. While there is a free minute, he wants to mend creaking boards in the hallway right after describing the latest adventures in the smallest detail. May kiss them now and there between looking for the right tools and starring outside for a few sec. Overall Nikaidou endeavors to get the best of hours spent together.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Just like with mornings, staying over in his loved one’s place is a gemlike rarity. By the end of the day Nikaidou still in full swing and keeps the same attitude as earlier. When his battery finally dies, he turns into sluggish sessile mollusca Nikaidou homebodius that refuses to leave the secure shellhouse even if they beg him tearfully. Since outdoor activities are no longer an option, his s/o can try reading out loud, playing different board games, or chatting. Sleep quickly overpowers Nikaidou and he drags his loved one to bed or, if they don’t really want to sleep, tricks them into sitting next to him while he is peacefully dozing off.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Before the accident, he doesn’t feel the need to talk through every little event that happened to him during the conscious years of his life. If they ask specific questions, Nikaidou will still describe the past in general. The childhood did not differ from theirs, filled with small problems and big discoveries (as for a child). Teenage years? Well, nothing special, been there, done this… Neither he asks too much about his partner's past.

After all of the shit he endured, suspicion forces Nikaidou to always be alert and keep the banalest things to himself. You have to be a trusted person with a big T for him to open up at his own will.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

In a relatively safe environment and next to a loved one Nikaidou lowers his guard and allows himself to be amiable despite all irritants. He is too tired to worry, too tired to resort to passive aggression leave alone yell at them or show his anger in any other way so expect small sighs as a reaction to most stupid mistakes. Sometimes he just bursts out laughing instead of commenting on another misunderstanding. They may raise their voice in exasperation and Nikaidou would rather meekly look down than do the same in response. In a relationship, making him angry is not an easy task.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Nikaidou has a very selective memory which requires a strong emotional outburst to remember a thing. No matter how important it is in the eyes of his loved one or even in his own without proper reinforcement he won’t memorize it. For example, hypothetically and forgetting how he feels about the idea of family and marriage, on his wedding day he is overflowing with real solid happiness so naturally, this significant date will be engraved in his memory for life. Yet an important statement thrown in the boring conversation is unlikely to catch his attention. He pays little attention to anniversaries, remembers their birthday 5 times out of 10, and honestly is ok if they are just as thoughtful.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first moment of non-sexual intimacy like bathing together. It left Nikaidou speechless in unsuspected awkwardness of being perceived as he is, without the chance to hide or leave. For the first time in a while, he finds himself wondering what another person thinks of him, what sees in from of them, what feels toward him. Thanks to their love Nikaidou finds himself comfortable in his skin and a little more grounded. In a good way.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Congratulations on acquiring the iron man of the century with a wide range of body modifications to make this life safer for you and your loved ones. He won’t think twice to use Arisaka’s creations, both mechanisms hidden in the limbs and simply rifles created by his design, to disintegrate the slightest threat to his dearest. Not everybody around is seen as an enemy even though Nikaidou is terrified of losing them especially taking into account the unfolding carnage. Won’t ever ask them to protect him, won’t let them do it under any circumstances and if they show willfulness, he will surely scold them after a scrape.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Thinking ahead is the fate of weaklings. He has thought out one or two dates before realizing how tedious they appear so after that Nikaidou decided to invest only in the form of spur-of-the-moment ideas. Remembers about the anniversary if his loved one hints at it coming but diligently picks up a classic gift for them under the supervision of Tsukishima or Tsurumi himself. Likes to do chores? Hell yeah. When in a good mood Nikaidou can replace a whole group of handymen.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Not particularly that ugly? This is a problem that seeps into everyday life slowly and imperceptibly but sooner or later his small misdemeanors in everyday social interactions start to show. He misses one social cue, makes the situation kind of uncomfortable but doesn’t notice it until someone cautiously points it out. He tends to interrupt mid-sentence, often gets lost in thoughts and it puzzles him if a person finds it rude. Nikaidou navigates in society more or less successfully but can inadvertently bring a little awkwardness to the group.

Well, he is prone to all sorts of addiction. Not only painkillers. Any stupefying substance is at risk of transitioning from I’ll try it once just to know what’s like to I’ll go commit multiple atrocities if I don’t find a bottle or two.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

You probably don't expect to hear it, but outside the usual rush, Nikaidou prefers to keep himself neat and clean despite his style being on the weirder end of the style. He takes good care of his wooden limbs and repairs minor injuries himself. If the damage is done is beyond the limits of his capabilities, Nikaidou has no problem with asking Arisaka for a replacement. Definitely gets attached to clothes from his meager wardrobe easily.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

One of those people who won’t have energy left to go on without them. It’s misery. The devastation. The finish line right before the steep cliff that you don't have a spare second to stop from flying out into the abyss. Thirst for revenge helped him get back on his feet after losing his twin brother, who knows if it works twice. Overpowering sorrow sends Nikaidou into a frenzied episode of weeping and sobbing, he screams and wails like a wounded animal. If their killer is still around, he’ll try to cut them open in a fit of blind rage.

May fall in short psychosis and spend days sitting by their lifeless body, caressing heavy cold hands and peering in their lifeless eyes. Irreversibility of what is done hits him hard leading to gradual burnout.

And if they decide to leave him Nikaidou will hold a grudge. Everything is far from being as bad as in the previous scenario though, he just wants some space and everybody to shut the hell up as he stabs random objects. Secretly hopes for them to change their mind and come back. Somehow feels guilty about not being good enough.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

After 15 minutes of thinking, I came to the conclusion that I have none. Sorry!

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

It goes without saying changing Nikaidou is a waste of time like he is far from being a malleable clay and even further from mulling about adapt to someone's tastes. The thought is so bizarre that it fails to reach his subcortical structures and even if it did Nikaidou would rather flip a table and jump out of the window than agree to that idea.

The cold aloof type doesn’t get a pass either since without some effort on the part of the other person, they won’t pass the greeting milestone. Good luck in staring from afar as he evanesces with someone else's riffle running away from jaded Tsukishima.

People accustomed to planning every second of their lives with the scrupulousness of a busy businessman will have a hard time dealing with spontaneous shifts in Nikaidou’s mood and schedule. Half of the time he has a problem drawing a clock if you know what I mean.

Sugimoto’s relatives lmao, Nikaidou would definitely doesn’t like that in a partner.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Turns into an unmovable stone by ten and passes out with clenching on their hand using it as a pledge of good sleep. If he did not manage to fall asleep, it means that Nikaidou could not spend all his energy during the day and will have to do this in the middle of the night. Don’t be surprised if you wake up to a newly planted garden or Nikaidou stuck in the roof. No, I don’t know how.

Dreams mostly about his brother. Surprisingly, nightmares rarely bother him and Youhei appears in bright scenes, basically, in an alternative universe where they never have joined the army and stayed forever in the fondest hometown. After such dreams, Nikaidou wakes up with an unpleasant feeling of a lump in his throat but at the same time, even such an illusory meeting with his brother gives him the strength to keep going.

Indecisive whether he prefers to sleep with prostheses on or not. Prostheses on and Nikaidou is ready to protect and attack at any time but he would not want to make them uncomfortable

[fishmongeringstudies]

eight: if time can't heal it and love can't save it and hope won't keep you alive anymore

it turns out the ceiling light in my room was kind of busted. for three months i thought light fixtures in america were just Like That but looking at this one, right now, i realize light fixtures are supposed to be Like This, by which i mean bright enough to see your hands under, by which i mean bright enough to illuminate someone's eyes and fifteen gold earrings and teeth. the teeth are important. though if they aren't laughing very much i guess it won't matter.

lately i've been telling myself the same narrative over and over again in a grim attempt to retain my sanity. it goes like this: dear me, i say while punching a wall like a well-muscled thirty-something year old white male starring in a hollywood film in which his wife runs away with another man and he's heartbroken and super hung up over it but mainly disappointed to find that instant noodles don't taste as good without soft-boiled eggs in them. dear me, i repeat for dramatic effect. then i say it thirty more times, really fast, like bloody mary in your bathroom mirror on steroids.

dear bloody, bloody me. are you listening? so i know things aren't going so great right now and i know you struggle to walk down this hallway without thinking about someone's shadow on the wall and i know the last two months have been so awful you sleep in two hour bursts now like batman on a three week stakeout, like someone who can't afford to take their eyes off the door, but one day you're going to have the best fucking story to tell at dinner parties, and everyone's going to be mesmerized because 1) you're really good at telling stories that are so fucked up they're funny and 2) you're really hot and this story is so fucked up it's funny and you're always going to be hot so they're all going to fall in love with you and you're going to break all their hearts in alphabetical order and it's going to be great.

dear me: i know you're miserable.

i know how i've set this up. you're leaning forward in your seat now. we're at the dinner party i talked about in march, april, may. you're in a tux or a dress with a ruffled collar and i'm talking about how my first semester of college in america was a joke, and you look super hot and i look super hot and everyone looks super hot because all my friends are hot and funny and good at telling stories, but right before you can ask me what i mean by a joke (was it a good joke? a bad joke? did anyone get hurt?), i put my glass on the table and wander off into the crowd.

that is to say: it is not the time yet to tell The Story. but we can talk about the aftermath.

this room looks out over the other side of the building. it has a view of the greenhouse, partially obscured by a large tree with green, heart-shaped leaves. the bedframe is situated at such a ridiculous height that i can sit underneath it without hitting my head, and there's blu tack stuck to the walls, the shadow of spring, old signs of life. one of the drawers in the dresser is crooked. there's a table light that doesn't work. there are water rings on the table.

during the last leg of finals week i dragged myself out of my room for dinner because i refused to sit at my desk and be sad on a friday evening, even though the alternative was to sit in one of those white lawn chairs on the grass and be sad under a slate-gray sky, and halfway through the bit where the protagonist accidentally gets locked inside the room where he's being served a three-course meal and the staff tell him to punch a hole in the wall to get out and he's like i can't do that, i can't break this nice-looking wall and then he breaks the nice-looking wall, when the day was getting late enough that the sky was starting to look less slate-gray and more like a black eye, someone came up to me with a rolled-up yoga mat slung over one shoulder and a camera in her hands. 'i need to shoot something for a final project due tomorrow,' she said. 'can i borrow your hands?'

even the cornered mouse has broken someone's nose before. paintings on cave walls were made by people with skin just like ours. when you feel like you've been backed into a corner and you have nothing and will never have anything ever again, remember this: you are part of someone's spring 2021 final project. you with your super fucked up fingers and your book about the guy who, after punching himself out of that wall, went home with half a rewritten manuscript and met his old lover who, instead of getting married, realized he had followed the wrong person home and had thus taken the necessary steps to rectify his mistake. i am describing the final beats of andrew greer's less. but no conclusion is worth much without a beginning.

where does this story begin? was it that snowed-in morning in washington dc when i stepped off the plane feeling like i'd left half of my heart in the seat pocket? was it the long car ride to school, leaving muffin-crumbs all over the upholstery, the cold wind in my face and the radio blaring through the soft, serrated static? was it that first evening in the half-lit hallway?

it's hard to identify the start of a nightmare. fear has a tendency to reach backwards in time with painted nails and skin, and strangle your past selves so as to prevent the re-introduction of light. this part i won't tell at the dinner party, so i can tell you. in my first semester of college in america i made the wrong friend a few times. one of them was really, really wrong.

but it's never too late to call quits. walk off the set. get in your car. go home. and if you need to, if home becomes homicide, ask for help. the world isn't all mouse-traps and misery. some people want you to flourish. i know it's a hard idea to wrap your head around. you're sitting across from me in a mcdonald's with your metal straw sticking out of your mouth and you're frowning at me. you think i'm full of shit.

it's true though. one day i'll drive you to a dinner party and i'll tell you about my personal sleep paralysis demon, circa 2021, and you'll be mesmerized because i'm good at telling fucked up stories in a way that makes people laugh and my voice will be really hot so everyone will be super bothered by 1) how fucked up this guy is and 2) my really hot voice and then the story will end and i'll smile in the half-light and end with my signature line about how first impressions are all wrong and you should never trust a stranger who says they want the best for you and also people who talk to you in bathrooms are not doing okay and you should stay away from them. and then i'll say but this lady was really nice, and my friends stayed mad when i got too tired to be anything but miserable, and i nicknamed him richard the slut after richard from the secret history by donna tartt, which i was rereading at the time, and one time someone said 'i'll never be able to look at him without thinking of 'richard the slut' again' and i laughed so hard i punctured a lung, and have i mentioned i have really funny friends? you'll say no. i'll say it again. i have really funny friends. you're a really funny friend.

today i pour strawberry-lime kool aid into two teacups and we reminisce about the good old days, when we thought everyone had a sense of basic human decency.

maybe i'll sleep with the light on tonight. i mean look at it. it's such a nice light.

05.28.21

[skzluvs]

Phobia; Han jisung

Genre: angst, fluff (if you squint)

Warnings: mention of nightmares

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: Hi! I’m back from my hiatus with another angst fic inspired by the drama it’s okay to not be okay combined with a little bit of phobia I hope you guys like it!

The girl who fed on nightmares

there was a girl who woke up every night by the nightmares, demons that haunted her dreams. She was twisted inside, held back by the painful memories of her past.

panting breath, irregular heartbeat, a cold sweat dripping from her forehand. she opened her eyes to meet with the darkness of her room. Terror washed over her. frightened.

"it's just another nightmare" she said trying to calm down the thoughts that were messing up her already deranged head.

a familiar setup, you might think she grew accustomed to the feeling after the third night but that's was not true the lingering feeling of numbness grew by the time she realized there was no escape from the chains that still cuffed her up.

the morning came earlier, with very few hours of sleep, she got up and got ready for work. the days turned into a monotone.

she arrived to bookstore, pure silence made her mind feel content. A moment of peace in the torrential rain.

"excuse me" a soft voice called her, almost as quiet as a whisper that's being shared between lovers.

she looked up to meet with a boy, with black hair and a mischievous smile, he looked cheerful with an undeniable strong aura that surrounded his slender figure, definitely not the type you would see in a library at 8am in the morning.

"yes" she replied politely to the boy who carried a handful on books on his arms.

"i want to check all of these out please" he placed the books on the counter.

As she took a look at the pile, she got intrigued by the peculiar selection.

children books.

but not the kind that you read to a child unless you want them to have nightmares, and she knew damn well about that.

"you like this gruesome stuff ?" she was never the kind to question other people's interests but for some strange motive she wanted to know.

" it's a children's book how can you call this masterpiece gruesome" the boy seemed rather offended by her words.

" the pictures make me want to cry my eyes out and I'm an adult, there's no way this book was targeted for such audience" she said

" it seems like you know nothing about this books not the author , therefore I won't be engaging in a discussion, you can continue to be ignorant later just let me borrow them so I can go" he said annoyed, taping with his finger on top of the dusty cover.

The girl refused to give out response and rather continued to do her job. she sure didn't get paid enough for that.

"here" she said handing him the books along with the returning slip. "you have 2 weeks to return them unless you want more time come before the deadline to extend the borrowing period"

"thank you" he left not sparing to look at her for the last time before exiting through the door.

the browned eyed boy who just happened to be named han jisung, she found out his name through his library card. Was all she could think about, not because she was interested, but because of the of his actions. Usually she evaded social situations, she found people not worth of her time, but there was something about that boy that made her wanted to crush him like a fragile butterfly with broken wings.

another meaningless night, it was tiring to get emptied out like that. Every time she closed her fears shaped into a reality. she was stuck with the phobia.

days passed by, a body that walks through the streets without a soul. There was nothing she wanted nothing she desired more but to fall asleep. So she lived her life longing for that moment.

going through the bookshelves placing them correctly by alphabetical order. A pair of eyes stuck to the back of her head.

a boy who watched her carefully from the other side of the room, and he probably thought he was being precautious, but she knew she was being observed.

Jisung. Who came everyday just to sit as far back from the main entrance as possible, hiding in a corner reading the books he so much loved. After the first encounter with the girl he could no longer sleep the same way. His thoughts circled around her small frame and the sound of her broken voice.

there was this thing about her, he called it despondency and he was drowned right into it. like the tales had taken over a human form.

by the end of the two weeks he stood there fidgeting, over the course of the last couple of days his little instigating got him nowhere. She repeated a daily routine, there was nothing to analyze in her vague movements and worn out expressions. However he knew she hides more than the human eye can perceive behind that weary facade.

The moment she clocked out he followed her outside.

"why are you following me" the girl stopped her tracks and made a spin over her ankles, just to meet with him.

"I needed to ask you something" He said rather shy. all the courage he build up over the weeks disappearing at the strong gaze that confronted him.

"I'm not obligated to respond, do me a favor and get lost" She turned around and continued to walk.

It was an expected reply exactly what made jisung decide it was better to come up with a different plan.

every day he would put a book of his collection on top of her desk hoping she would get interested enough to read it.

but instead she would just eye the cover and place it back to its shelf.

Not until one day she meet to something different, the book had a folded edge, opening the page carefully, her fingers ghosting over the words printed on the glossy paper.

"bad memories from the past that he wanted to erase from his head"

"were replayed in his dreams every night"

"and haunted him nonstop"

"the boy was terrified of falling asleep"

a creeping feeling went down her spine, and her trembling hands made the book fall. Her own monsters greeted her with a grin. Collapsing with the wooden floor.

jisung got petrified by the loud sound. He hurried his way to find the girl unconscious on the ground. it was all his fault.

a disturbing sound came from her mouth. She woke up in an oddly unfamiliar house. Her body covered by a thin blanket, the walls were closing like the screams that got caught up in her throat.

jisung who was downstairs making dinner ran through the stairs and opened the door alarmed at the high pitched noises.

"Are you okay?" He exclaimed trying to recover his breath.

"what am I doing here? where am i ?" she asked not trying to panic even more. She felt so dizzy the room kept on spinning.

"you're at my house, you passed out at the library" He said scratching the nape of his neck with guiltiness.

"I remember now, this was your deed, you and your stupid nauseating books" by the looks of it she had been gone for a while. Not to mention the longer she was in a slumber the longer the suffering.

"not my fault you got scared by a book for 5 year olds" He said shrugging, with an unprovoked expression.

"And you dared to call me an ignorant" she deadpanned.

"Do you fear anything?" He asked out of the blue.

what is the real meaning behind fear?. Fear is tangible. Is the anxiety, the desperation to run away and hide forever where they can't find you, it means to want to stab your eyes with a safety pin to blind the pain. Is the captivity of oneself.

"You're scared of yourself aren't you?" it no longer sounded like a question but more like an affirmation.

he had figured you out in no time. You couldn't let them see the vulnerable side, not to anyone and most definitely not this stranger.

"You said it yourself you know nothing so leave alone before it's too late" She threatened.

"Anyways I'm sorry for being so persistent, never intended to make you feel uncomfortable, I'll be downstairs if you need me, dinner is ready if you want to come and have something to eat before you leave" He knew it was better not to push it if he wanted answers.

But why was he so desperate to understand the world inside her head ?

Jisung felt the loneliness of her being. He came up to the conclusion that he wanted to be the person who brought the girl back to life.

After some time he grew a step closer to her, not to the point she would stop pushing him away but at least his efforts had made a very insignificant change.

She would let him read the books to her once in a while, she fed into the words, relating to every single one of them. But things were still the same at night, she would break down to the horrifying sight.

"Jisung why are you still here ?" she asked him unable to understand why the boy remained by her side even when she treated him like a piece of trash.

"Because im trapped under your spell" he confessed.

"You’re e going to end up in so much pain" she said looking into his eyes.

"You can't go to heaven before crossing the flames of hell" He responded with certainty. “ and If I have to burn I rather do it while still holding you”

"Would you still like me if you knew the kind of monster I am, not the one you read in books but the kind that hides behind a mask and transforms at night"

" I would still like you if you were the devil himself"

" The devil wont tear your soul apart like I would trust me" She knew she would drive him into despair. But she had warned him multiple times, from here she no longer take accountability, he would meet fear. She would make sure of that.

I'm stuck with the phobia although I want to stay with you I'm scared that you might disappear in between the shadows. How can I hold you when I was made to destroy you.

there was a girl whose world was a pitch black hole and her insides were dark and twisted, and a boy who fell in love with her repulsiveness swore to never leave her, but her darkness overshadowed the fugacious happiness of a spur moment and the voices in her head claimed that she was all alone. but the boy sang to her a lullaby that lulled her into a deep sleep and for the first time in forever there were no painful memories in her dreams.

She was the girl who fed on nightmares. The one he once read about and the one he was now holding on his arms.

[thecandywrites]

Of Heaven and Fire Chapter 13

 Shit about to hit the fan. *light’s molotov cocktail with a sparkler* I’m sorry in advance. 

@probablyclever​ @imherefortheforthefanart​ @funmadnessandbadassvikings​. 

Of Heaven and Fire 

Part 13

You woke with a start, disturbing your sisters who had climbed into bed with you because they had missed you dearly and practically slept on top of you but they were deep sleepers and they only stirred but didn’t wake. It was early dawn and your dream had you wanting to scream your lungs out and breathe fire as you would too. 

Your chest was heaving and your throat felt like you were being strangled and you couldn’t stop the streaming tears down your cheeks as your breasts were hurting and tender while your gut was in knots while your body was on edge and drenched in sweat. 

You had a nightmare you couldn’t understand or make out. Like it was a bunch of snippets of memories scrunched up, knotted and folded and pinned together and it didn’t make any sense but the overwhelming feelings of betrayal and rejection ran deep and cut you like a thousand knives through your flesh down to your very bones and even though your mouth was dry, the taste of bile and blood was drenching your tongue and the only cure to it, was to eat that damn berry from “Zirvush’s tree” and without even thinking about it, you climbed out of bed and got into your satchel and got the berry and quickly scarfed it before your sense could stop you and instantly you were put into a trance and you realized...you were in a different realm. 

“Finally, you’ve come to me.” A fae man, dressed in the grandiose and gaudy royal attire who’s crown was twice as big as his head- greeted cheerfully as you seemed to be put into his court, a fae court that while naturalistic, still held profound gravatas as you got your bearings and stood up and looked around. 

“Who are you?” You asked wearily.

“His holiness, Prince Zirvush Matae.” He bowed with extreme flourish. 

“So you’re the thief.” You leveled as your eyes narrowed. 

“No, no thief, but definitely a being worth worshiping since compared to such simple and fragile and if I may be so bold as to remind you- profoundly mortal creatures from your realm, I’m practically a god.” He purred as he circled you like vulture as he drank you in like a fine wine with his eyes as you just huffed through your nose indignantly. 

“Such a fiery spirit for such a lovely creature, it burns so brightly in your eyes. But your face is clearly that of heaven. No wonder all those mortals are half in love with you with just a glance, I know I am. They would be that way even if they all weren’t under a spell to love you at the first sight of you.” He prodded. 

“What?” You asked, your heart dropping into your stomach. 

“Yes, you have many spells cast over you right now, from the orc shaman, to the mountain moura seer, to the priests in the heavens, to the very water dragons in the sea, those poor guys didn’t stand a chance.” He laughed. A sardonic sound if you ever heard one. 

“I broke the ones from the orc shaman.” You insisted. 

“Oh no you didn’t.” He shook his head dismissively. 

“Yes I did, I have the shackles myself because Suriel tore them off!” You argued. 

“Two of the many. It would take no less than a dozen orc spells to really take any hold on a magnificent moura like yourself, especially as one as diverse and gifted as yourself. Look at you, you’ve only known that orc a month and you’re ready to marry him and bear his children- a thought you detested a month ago. Seems a bit odd doesn’t it? Especially to a being who moves in time frames of decades. Orcs move fast, they have to- the violent things- such short lifespans, every time I blink I see new generations. Everything orcs touch either gets consumed or destroyed or both. And you’ve already been consumed, it’s just a matter of time before you get destroyed.” He taunted. 

“Brock would never…” you shook your head in disbelief. 

“Yet when I showed you your future with him, it woke you out of sound sleep and you thought it was a nightmare. It was a prophetic vision is what it was. Let your heart stay on that brute and the vision will define itself more clearly and all those wrinkles and folds will smooth out, just you wait and watch. Fight it- and it gets worse, accept it- and you’ll resign yourself to a heartache that you can’t fathom yet. Just wait.” He promised and your whole soul became agitated at his words and any argument died in your throat before you could speak.  

“However it doesn’t have to be that way. Choose me and I’ll make you a proper goddess, one worshiped and revered till the end of time. There will be alters to you in every temple complex the world over in every realm there is and your own temples to house your alters will rival all others in grand magnificence and richness, not to mention power. Because you’ll be the goddess of justice, peace and prosperity. And I can give you the power to fulfill all the wishes of those who pray to you.” He offered. 

“I don’t want to be a goddess.” You shook your head no. 

“Ha! That’s a lie. You don’t mind one bit how your suitors worship the ground you walk on- even now, how they are bending over backwards to get you everything you could ever want. How you’re using them even now to serve you and your interests or should I say Brock’s interests which you’ve adopted as your own, even now those clans are making you their patron goddess of reunion, rebirth and prosperity. And I know for a fact that you don’t mind at all how Brock worships you in private, if anything your whorish soul relishes it.” He practically moaned in your ear as the hairs on your neck and arms raised as you fought the chill that gave you. 

“You stay the fuck…” You began to hiss. 

“Out of it?” He guessed with a giggle that was worse than any vacuous girl with nothing but sex on her brain. 

“Really, the choices are really all up to you. If you pick Ralitor, you’ll grow incredibly old with boredom in his ever blissfully peaceful kingdom and it won’t matter how many dresses you’ll have made or how much sex you partake in, you’ll grow numb. Pick Oriles, and you’ll grow monstrously large in the depths, to the point you’ll be unrecognizable to your family and a monster to the very clans you’ve befriended. Your grandmother will feel like a guppy compared to you. Pick that prick Bedhu and you’ll just be another slave in his house as your canal will grow so loose with birthing so many children to the point that even Bedhu will feel like having sex with you is like throwing his sausage down a hallway. Pick Cordene and you won’t even have room to breathe because of how suffocating and smothering he is. His jealousy will consume you both. Suriel however is your best shot at what you really want. Because isn’t all you want is to be loved and cherished by one man? Who knows you as well as he does respect and reverence. Who adores your strengths and forgives your shortcomings and who balances you? Who completes you and who answers the question of- if there’s a soul mate? Because he will. But it’s just too bad he’s destined to fall in love with your sister since she’s his soul mate and she his- but he’s so blinded by you, he can’t see it and won’t see it until it’s too late. And even now, Yaviane is having jealousy eat her alive and resentment dig it’s roots down deep because you have all these suitors who all seem to love you yet you don’t really love any of them, not even Brock, as desperate as you are to be so. But I’m sure you’ve figured it out that if I break these spells, all those orcs in Drauch and Vraum will fall right out of the skies to their deaths.” He concluded as you felt a little vindicated as your own suspicion was correct. 

“So, because you are so incredibly pretty and fiery and that perfect balance between heaven and fire and because I’m feeling generous, I’ll do you the biggest favor ever even though you want to burn me to ash as we speak, which is so incredibly entertaining.” He continued to giggle with delight.

 “l’ll wane all of these spells over the course of two weeks. By then, your suitors’ eyes will be opened and their hearts will be freed from their attempts to join their hearts with yours, but I’ll still incline their hearts to make good on what they’ve already offered to you so that their dignity, reputation and honor are intact along with your own and all of them will have an air of goodwill towards you, your family, your colony as well as the other competitors and they’ll even be in alliance with one another.” He offered. 

“In exchange for what?” You asked wearily. 

“That you accept me as the god I am and leave things in the colony the way they are now.” He urged you. 

“And what, pray tell- would it take for Brock to get his moura cloak collar back?” You furthered. “Oh he’ll get it back when he leaves Suchi for the final time, never to return- along with you choosing a life partner, any life partner other than him. Because if you do choose him, the council will have no choice but to expose him and his clan’s shaman for their crimes and they will all be prosecuted to the fullest degree. Not only in the mountain moura courts but in every court all over the world and neither they or their clans will ever know this peace that you’ve fought so hard to bring to them.” He threatened. 

“And if they dare go that far- I will also expose each and every single one of them to the point that they will lose all power and respect and face in everyone’s eyes, I will rip the heavens themselves down and and bring hell itself up from it’s depths to destroy everything they’ve ever built brick by brick if I have to because whatever they’ve built deserves to fall if it’s built on lies. deception and corruption and I’ll make sure each and every single one of their sins will be known to everyone living on the face of the planet and they will be known as intimately and thoroughly as everyone knows their alphabet and I’ll start with your alter and I’ll burn that tree to ash and nothing will ever grow in it’s place.” You snarled angrily. 

“Even if your own sins are given the same treatment?” He returned calmly as you could see his devious nature in his eyes and the wickedness in the curve of his grin. You wanted to punch it off. 

“I take it you’re talking about my own manipulations via sex? Of course.” You started laughing a bit mockingly yourself. “Men in every realm will use a woman’s sex as a tool to either liberate her to their bedrooms or condem her to shame after she leaves it. You or even they think I’ll be too afraid of the possibility that Brock won’t want me if he knows I’ve laid with others? Or that my parents will feel ashamed that their daughter has been to so many beds before her own marriage one? Or are you trying to imply that perhaps Brock’s parents will object to me over it? That no one would respect me if they knew I had- heaven forbid- sex much less orgies and had the audacity to enjoy them too? You do know you’re talking to a moura? Most mouras in general view sex as either a casual affair or entertaining past time? Or how in desperate times, my actions were in fact desperate too? Know this, I’ll defend myself and those I care about till my dying breath and if the council really wants to pursue that, I’ll gladly pursue it too and I won’t stop until I’m done and I’ve seen everything to it’s finish. Even if I have to lose everything in the process because if they dare take anything from me or bring harm either to myself, my family or those I care about, I’ll take everything from them. If I’m going to be condemned to hell, I’ll drag each and every single one of them with me, I have enough claws for all of them. I’m a moura, fighting is in my blood but it doesn’t stop there, I’m also siren, I’ll swallow them whole. I’m also angel, I’ll see to it that everything they’ve ever done comes into the light. And I’m human which means I’m creative, empathetic and determined. If that’s the game they want to play, then I’ll play it. There won’t by any winners or survivors though and I am a worthy opponent in any sphere they wish to wage this war in.” You warned as you felt your courage surge as you stood to your full height and took on the strongest stance you could. “Bravo, I do admire your spirit, but I fear your mouth may be writing promises your body can’t hope to fulfill since usually women in your circumstances are far more desperate for different terms to their outcomes. But I can tell that no matter what, this will be your answer. So I have no choice but to deliver it in full. Do not fear that this will repeat if you eat the fruit of the Zirvush tree in the future since the berry you plucked was magicked, the rest are not are no different than any other fruit in your realm and know that I and those in my realm mean you and those you care for and love- no harm, I am after all just a messenger in this circumstance.” He explained as you watched as his clothes changed to less grandiose and gaudy attire to that of a more simple yet dignified as his crown shrunk down to something much more discrete as his appearance was now much less predatory and imposing to a much more rugged, if not handsome and appealing before he waived with a smile and you felt like you were falling for just a moment and you caught yourself on the floor as the flavor of the fruit left your mouth refreshed, with sweet tones of tropical fruit paired with the refreshingness of perhaps mint before you spit out the seed into your palm. 

You didn’t know if what Matae had said was true or not. Or if it was just propaganda to scare you. The latter felt more plausible. 

But your agitation reached your core and you needed to see Brock more than anything as you quietly slipped out of the window and sprouted wings to fly to Drauch to the home he was staying in as you slipped into the room from the window to see him tangled up in the bedding and even now you could see his fitful sleep as you quickly shut and locked all the windows and went over to the bed and carefully pulled the bedding straight before you slipped into the bed with him, your moura cloak vanishing into tattoos in an instant so that you were skin to skin as that woke him up to feel someone in the bed with him before he instinctively held a blade to your neck which made you freeze as you inhaled sharply before he turned to see who had tried to slip into his bed. 

“Oh, thank the gods, it’s just you.” He realized as he quickly pulled the knife away and put it back into it’s sheath under his pillow before he enveloped you into a hug and held you so tight your back cracked but instantly the agitation soothed and calmed and peace reigned in your heart, mind and soul as you hugged him back with all your strength. 

“I’ve missed you so much.” He croaked and you could tell he was about to cry. 

“I’ve missed you too.” You professed as you could feel your own eyes get watery too. 

“Has any harm come to you?” You asked as you pulled away just enough to frame his handsome face in your hands to look him over carefully. 

“No, but your unease and misgivings are my own so I’ve been on guard. I have had no less than half a dozen women offer themselves to me though since I’ve stepped foot in this colony.” He confessed. 

“Who?!” You demanded which made him smile fondly to see you so possessive and instantly jealous like you really loved him or something. 

“Doesn’t matter because they don’t matter.” He insisted. “I didn’t indulge them so there’s no reason to be upset.” He reassured you as he threaded his fingers in your hair and stroked your face lovingly before he kissed you soundly which had your whole body melting into his. 

“Good. I would have had to start kicking ass extra early this morning.” You insisted when you broke for air which got him to chuckle before he kissed you just about senseless and just as you hiked your leg over his hip as he easily speered your center before there was extra squish in that movement. 

“Wow you’re extra juicy this morning.” He grunted with a wicked grin of his own before he sniffed the air deeply a few times and frowned. 

“Wait, is that blood?!” He asked as he recognized the scent of blood before he stopped you as you reached over him to touch the cloud light to illuminate the room to see that there was in fact blood dripping down his cock from your core. 

“Fuck Yana! How come you didn’t say anything? How did I hurt you Babe?” He asked as he quickly pulled out and put away from you as you stared down at the blood in confusion. 

Moura’s got their moon blood once every three months, or more like once a season, in the beginning of the season. You were due to have it when you were captured a month ago but it never came. However in times of distress and to keep from being prey, a moon blood would skip and come late then early to get back on cycle. It would make sense that now you were physically back home, your body would feel at ease enough to have your spring cycle. But mentally you were never more stressed or distressed. But at this moment. You were just relieved to see it.

 “You didn’t hurt me Babe, it’s my moon blood, it’s late this season.” 

“Wha-huh?” Brock asked. 

“My menstrual cycle?” You rephrased. 

“Oh! Blood week.” Brock realized. “Wait, season?” Brock repeated. 

“Yeah, mouras only get our blood week as you call it- once a season, once every three months.” You informed him. “How often do orcs get their blood week?” You asked curiously. 

“Once a month.” He answered. 

“So do you have pain and discomfort with yours?” He asked as he palmed your belly reverently as you felt your affection for him resolidify. 

“No, just usually a craving of chocolate and usually bitchiness punctuated with even more sexual appetite than usual.” You shrugged. “If it grosses you out though, we can stop.” You offered as you pulled the blanket down to cover yourself as your moura cloak began to make a nightgown for you as the bedding magically cleaned itself. 

“Uh, no, it doesn’t gross me out, if anything it relieves me and if it doesn’t bother you and doesn’t hurt you or give you any discomfort, I’m ok with continuing because right now I’m about ready to pop and you haven’t really touched me yet.” He confessed. Well damn. 

“Well then fuck me senseless.” You invited with a laugh as he practically ripped the blankets back and pinned you to the bed before he pulled them back up to cover both of you as he thrusted hard into you, a squish and the scent of your arousal with a twinge of blood began to fill the air. 

But you didn’t care. You wanted this- no, needed this more than air at the moment. It had been too long since you had laid with him last and you had missed him terribly and you could tell he had missed you too by how desperate and possessive his touch was. Like if he didn’t hold you tight enough you’d slip away like water between his fingers. He poured his heart and soul into you as he kissed you as his hips began to snap into yours as your heels dug into the mattress behind his thighs as your hands clawed at his back. Your fingertips finding the deep valleys between the swells of his muscles as most of his body was now tightening like a coiled spring, ready to snap and he scooted down and curled himself over you so he could suck on your breasts and shove his hand between you as his fingertips found your nub and rubbed determinedly at it as your own body began to tense as he was practically hurtling you towards your release. 

“Yana, please, cum for me.” He begged as he crouched on his knees and brought you into his lap as his thick arm cradled the small of your back as the other arm braced himself up as you wrapped yourself around him and held onto him like a lifeline while he licked and kissed your chest and neck and somehow him pulling you into him coupled with the hard snaps of his hips at this angle was exactly what you needed as you watched as your moura marks and his started to pulse brightly and coil and knot in the most beautiful patterns before they got so bright you had to close your eyes as he did the same as the flood of pleasure endorphines overwhelmed your senses as you both shook and twitched as you both rode your orgasms out to their limits before he fell into the bed at your side and held you close as you both basked in the afterglow. 

“Everything ok otherwise?” Brock asked as he started to pet your hair, combing it lazily with his fingers as you sighed tiredly. 

“No.” You answered honestly as Brock didn’t say anything as an invitation for you to continue. 

“I had really bad nightmares and I woke up tasting blood and bile and then I ate that fruit from the tree because I was depserate to get the former tastes out of my mouth. And low and behold, eating the berry transported me to the fae realm where Matae delivered the council’s ultimatum.” You revealed. 

“Which was?” Brock prodded curiously. 

“To choose anyone but you as my life partner and to send you away from Suchi- never to return and your moura cloak will get delivered to you once you’ve left.” You stated, your tone hinting at anguish. 

“And what are they threatening if you chose me?” Brock inquired. 

“That they’ll prosecute you to the fullest extent of the law, they’ll hunt you down to the ends of the earth to do it and neither you or your family or your clan will ever have peace again. And the penalty for capturing a moura, much less enslaving one- is death. Not only to the person, but their entire family and everyone involved in it, including your shaman, so that the knowledge of how to capture a moura and shackle one, or tether one or enslave one is wiped from all memory which would leave your clan without leadership or hiers and their spiritual connection to thier gods.” You explained solumnly. 

“Fuck.” Brock coughed like you just sucker punched him in the gut. 

“Yeah. So I countered that if they tried, I would expose each and every single one of them so that everyone would know each and every single one of their deeds and sins as well as you and I know our alphabet.” You answered which made him guffaw before he dissolved into a deep belly laugh before he started kissing you all over. 

“Gods I love you. Only you would have the balls big enough and hard enough to threaten something like that and I know you would make good on that. You’re so fierce, I love it.” He beamed which made you smile in turn. 

“So, that being said, give me time to deal with my other suitors, and once they’re dealt with and dismissed, I’ll pack everything I own and travel back to the clan with you, Cugas can keep coming to deliver the fish and seafood and we can squeeze all the money out of Suchi as we can. But as far as I’m concerned, if you’re not welcomed here, I won’t feel welcome either.” You shrugged. 

“Sounds like a plan to me.” He grinned happily as he kissed you again.

[anonreign-9]

Zeke Yeager Alphabet Fluff

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Zeke is a simple man who likes doing simple things. He isn't one to go out, he prefers home dates. His favorite thing to do with you is probably have some evening tea/wine and talk for hours. You two have the best discussions about history, stories, experiences, etc.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He admires how bold you are, how you "call it as you see 'em" and also your curiosity. Which is why you two get along well. Look wise, he loves that ass.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

The first time he went through you having a rough day he offered you a cigarette. Zeke isn't the greatest at comforting people so he had a lot to learn. Once he got the hang of it, he would sit you down, helping you to catch your breath and ask you what is going on. He'd pour you a glass of wine and plop your feet on his lap while listening to you express yourself.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Zeke knows that there won't be much of a future with his circumstances, so he tries not to think of the future and just enjoy the present. He reminds you that it would make him happy if you'd move on once he's gone, "just don’t replace me too quickly" he says sarcastically. But Zeke makes sure that you are set up for success and happiness closer to his term being up.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Honestly, you two are equal. Your relationship is unique from others and you're the only person Zeke doesn't feel the need to dominate/step over. Your relationship is mellow and there is mutual respect, although, he definitely does like being dominant in bed.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Zeke is quick to forgive you but fights have never been that bad. He always agrees to disagree so you guys don't waste your precious time negatively.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Zeke is definitely grateful. It honestly surprises him how devoted you are to him even after he's gone for long periods of time. He's grateful for your love and greatly appreciates you.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Zeke is a man full of secrets. He doesn't lie to you but he does keep things from you. Only with the best intentions though. It's usually about war related stuff, like his ulterior motives, scheming against their government and all that good stuff. He doesn't see a reason for you to know all that, he wants to keep up his somewhat good image he thinks you have of him even though you know Zeke is a man of many flaws.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Yes, definitely. Zeke is still the same man but he has a little more empathy towards certain situations. You never forced him to change but after being around you for so long, your gentle heart rubbed off on him. You sometimes pop in his head when he's about to make drastic decisions.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Zeke doesn't really get too jealous, he knows you could leave him if you really wanted to, so he has a lot of trust. But he doesn't appreciate other men "disrespecting" his relationship and would pull them aside, threatening/smart talking to them when you're not paying attention.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He is hands down the best kisser. Your first kiss together was steamy and he really went for it. Zeke isn't a shy man. He knew the attraction was mutual so he went for that kiss with total confidence.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He wouldn’t actually, you’d have to initiate that. Zeke doesn’t see the point in starting a relationship due to his future and his priorities. When he developed feelings of love for you it was a very confusing time for him and it took a lot of convincing and reassurance. So his confession would come after yours.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Honestly marriage wasn't even an option for obvious reasons. You both knew it and so it was never brought up. Regardless, you both were content and didn't need "marriage" as a way to be closer.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Zeke gets creative with his pet names for you. He is always switching it up depending on your mood,situation, inside jokes. If you're on the cranky side he'd call you something like "Ms sassy" "cranky kitty" "mad woman" or just something to annoy you and he loves it. But if he's being more endearing, probably "love" "darling”

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Zeke is good at hiding it, not on purpose or because he wants to, but he really loves you more than you know. Of course he tells you, but it's the little things that you don't know, like how his heart flutters when he's about to walk in the door to see you, or how after a long/rough mission, he fantasizes about making love to you and holding you. He doesn't talk about you much to his comrades because he sees it as it not being any of their business. He won't try to hide you though if you guys bump into someone he knows.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Zeke will show an appropriate amount of PDA in public only if it’s the two of you. When others tag along or if you two are around people Zeke knows then he is more discrete. Not because he is embarrassed but just because he can get a little conservative.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

His charm. Zeke could talk his way out of any situation and convince you that you're not actually mad, you're just hungry or tired. He's very slick with his words and will also use those words of his to get you flustered.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Zeke can sometimes be cliché. He will bring you the usual flowers or chocolates randomly but on special occasions he likes to get creative. You would rave about wanting to see the airships, or go somewhere you're not supposed to and Zeke will make it happen. You guys never get caught or in trouble since he has his perks but normally, he'd never do something like that for anyone since he's technically not allowed.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He's definitely supportive and would do anything to help you achieve your goals/dreams. He would totally be the type to "get the ball rolling" for you and create an opportunity for you without you knowing and be like "Oh wow what a coincidence, must be a sign, you should go for it"

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

You guys are pretty routine with your relationship but you both don't mind it. He likes to surprise you here and there but usually you guys are content with the usual.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Zeke is 100% understanding and believes you wouldn't do anything big without reasoning. He understands your way of thinking and that you also always have good intentions. He's not a perfect man and knows that, so he doesn't expect you to be perfect either. If you make a mistake or say something you don't mean, he brushes it off and tells you not to worry about it.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it's worth in comparison to other things in their life?

In all honestly, your relationship comes second and his duties as the beast titan comes first, which you both mutually agree. Doesn't mean you're less important, he just has to take care of his duties first before he can take care of you.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

If you fall asleep before Zeke does, he'll pull up a chair, open the bedroom window and smoke a cigarette while admiring your sleeping figure. He'll pay close attention to details; your random twitches, how short your breaths are, wonders what you're dreaming of, and thinks about what he even did to deserve your love.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

At first Zeke wasn't very affectionate. He didn't get much physical affection growing up so he never went out of his was to give it to you, but he never rejected your affection towards him. Zeke didn't mind and actually likes when you get a little clingy and eventually had a better understanding on how to give you proper affection.

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

Zeke kinda pushes you out of his head. He doesn't want it to distract him from his duties. The times that you do pop in his head are when he has a little time to himself during a mission or when he’s done something cold, “Would (y/n) still love me after this.”

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

It depends. He is willing to go through great lengths to make you happy and keep you safe but his biggest fear is being in a situation where he has to pick your well being over his life goal (for example him having to choose saving you vs proceeding with a mission during a war break out) he gets nightmares about it and avoids that situation at all cost.

[gamelpar]

It’s All About Fakes (100 sentence prompts fanfic)

Because I suck a writing even short stories or drabbles, I write 100 sentences prompts for the Fake AH Crew instead.

Some of them are inspired by moments in Let’s Play videos, headcanons, social media posts, or just comes straight out of the blue.

Feel free to take inspiration from the prompts or use them.

Prompts are written from a non-shippy perspective, but each prompt can be intercepted in whatever way pleases.

Also my first work, so let’s see how this goes.

Hey, why don’t you read it on AO3 instead?https://archiveofourown.org/works/24787825

1. How the Fake AH Crew got this far is a hell of story, and you can bet it’s one damn worth telling. (Fake it Til’ You Make it)

2. Ray was a sniper; he could spot bullshit a mile away, so how come he ended up in the Fake AH Crew? (On the Spot)

3. Sitting by the wheel of the red minivan Geoff sighed for the 67th time that day, still disbelieving the fact that they were not on their way to carry through a well-planned heist but rather enroute to the beach for some “splashing and slacking”, as Jack had called it. (Sunday Driving - To the Beach)

4. “The Vagabond says: it’s all gonna be murder.” (What the Vagabond Says)

5. Whether it was the Golden Boy or Gavin; Mogar or Michael; they wouldn’t leave each other behind. (Bois Forever)

6. Lindsay---being an absolute goddess as always---supports Jack in her telling for Fiona, and Jack couldn’t have been more grateful. (Women’s League)

7. Matt screws something up; Trevor is there to help him fix it; then Gavin and Alfredo is there to screw it up even more. (Nice Job Breaking It)

8. It’s Bake a Cake Day (according to Gavin) and it’s Gents vs. Lads (insisted by Gavin) and it will also be known as the day when Geoff’s kitchen met its undeniable demise (because of Gavin). (Bake a Cake Day)

9. Long story short: Michael breaks into an animal adoption center for a cat because Lindsay, and Gavin and Ray tags along because why the fuck not. (No Animal Came To Any Harm Except For Gavin)

10. A heavily tattooed man walks into a bar; later, a mad man and a lady in a Hawaii-shirt joins him. (It’s Not a Joke but the Punchline is Fluff)

11. Lindsay and Jeremy have dealt with shit going sideways longer than most people so they know how to make the best of it. (Failure is an Old Friend of Mine)

12. “I hereby announce that the official Prank Wars Week is in session!” (Oh No)

13. The Vagabond might be ready to die, but Ryan knows he’s not. (Ready as I’ll Ever Be)

14. The Lads---and Geoff---gets drunk as hell one night and starts a sock company. (Socks, There’s Socks Everywhere)

15. A boring Fake AH Crew means a dangerous Fake AH Crew and the residents of Los Santos better prepare for chaos. (Boredom Can be a Health Hazard)

16. Ryan gets hiccups and Ray thinks it’s funny until he gets hiccups, too, and soon everyone is stuck with hiccups and everyone blames Ray for some reason. (The Hiccup Disease)

17. When dawn arrives the Fake AH Crew will never be the same again. (Dawn After Battle)

18. Shopping weekends was nothing Lindsay used to do regularly, until Ryan one time decided to come along; then it became a thing. (Stuff We Do Together)

19. Even after leaving the crew, Ray would still have a home to return to. (Home is Wherever You Make it Be)

20. “No---we’re not twins, we’re not brothers, we’re not related in any way, so please for god’s sake, stop asking that.” (Stop the Questions Goddamnit)

21. Jeremy tried to apply more pressure to the wound but as the time on the bomb was running out, so did the blood. (A Mistake You Won’t Live to Learn From)

22. Someone knocks---no, pounds on the door to Ryan’s apartment at 3AM in the morning and Ryan’s still not that happy to being woken up in the middle of the night even if it is Meg waiting behind the door. (Late Night Visitor   or   Expect the Unexpected)

23. “Hey, guys, Fiona here---you’ll never believe this---but I’m stuck in jail and I need one of you to come and bail me out.” (Let’s Bail)

24. Matt is found alone sitting on top of the roof, watching the sunset, but what Geoff finds is someone who needs to talk and so he decides to be that other someone who listens. (Everyone Needs Someone Sometimes)

25. Gavin gets into trouble, which drags Michael and Jeremy into more trouble, and Geoff just wants to have a fucking drink. (Prepare for Trouble)

26. Gavin makes a statement, and Ryan feat. Alfredo makes it a hundred times worse. (Disturbance of Your Own Making)

27. Being welcomed by the sight of a bloodied and battered Gavin through the open door eliminates any tiredness and annoyance Geoff had worked up to having been woken up by a loud pounding on the door at 2AM. (Bloody Brit)

28. That was the way of the Battle Buddies; if one went down, the other had to keep on going, no matter what. (Broken Promise)

29. Nothing lasts forever, and Ray knows that better than anyone. (Never Say Forever)

30. The remaining Gents as well the rest of the Fakes would always be missing a part of themselves from now on. (Parts & Pieces   or   Next Step is to Move On)

31. The alphabet wasn’t enough to cover every brilliant plan the Fake AH Crew had in store, but they never settled for a single letter anyways. (Seven Ridiculous Plans and One That Actually Made Sense)

32. To the Lads, brighter days ahead is just an illusion they can only dream of in the aftermath of a heist gone wrong which claimed the lives of the Gents. (Miserable Lads)

33. It’s a story from being refused of coffee, to wanting to commit suicide briefly, to Trevor having made room for tea-parties with Jeremy, Gavin and Lindsay in his schedule every now and then. (Shut Up and Have Some Tea)

34. Really, it all started when Ray wouldn’t leave Geoff’s house one night. (A Place for Everyone)

35. Usually things doesn’t escalate this far by playing a simple Xbox-game but having ended up in jail, Michael and Matt doesn’t have much of a say about it and Geoff’s pissed. (Hate the Players)

36. Waking up in a dark room tied to a chair with no slightest idea of what the hell’s going on tends to lead to some anxiety-ridden experiences, especially when it is Gavin who finds himself in that situation. (Blackout)

37. No one wants to be the only sober one left to take care of a drunk crew, but with Ray gone Ryan just has to accept that this is his life now. (Trust   or   Sober One)

38. To think it all started that day when Jack saved a drunk man from being robbed in a dark alley. (Mind Your Manners)

39. Neither Lindsay or Michael would force Gavin to put on a brave face after a nightmare; everyone had fears and it was okay to be scared sometimes. (Sharing is Caring)

40. Matt’s life was just another pile of broken pieces until he met Jeremy, and suddenly he had some glue to put the pieces back together. (Glue   or   Glue My Life Back Together)

41. In the temporary apartment Ray was living in at the moment there was a vase by the kitchen window, always holding five red roses. (A Vase Full of Roses)

42. Geoff’s mood could easily be improved a 100 times better with some nice and warm socks. (Can Never Have Enough of Socks)

43. The crew quickly learned that pairing up Ryan and Trevor together would leave a traumatic amount of battered bodies and large pools of blood behind. (Madness In Me)

44. Michael’s life was like a puzzle; bits and pieces all over the place, some fitting, some not, some missing or broken, some didn’t even belong---and Jack standing there in the middle of it all being the only one who seemed to sense some kind of pattern. (Puzzles)

45. The Fake AH Crew weren’t good guys---they never would be---but that didn’t mean they were incapable of doing good, and they were by far the most decent team of criminals that had ever set foot in Los Santos. (Bad Guys Do Good)

46. Tears kept falling, slowly soaking the photo Jack held in her hand of her and the crew---not wanting to forget, yet not wanting to remember. (Remember to Forget)

47. The pink sniper rifle that hung on the wall would always serve as a reminder for the members of the Fake AH Crew that they were not immortal after all. (We Could Be Immortals)

48. Ryan’s an evil mastermind and that frightens Gavin a little, but the Golden Boy reckon it’s time to beat the Vagabond at his own game. (The Reckoning)

49. Kerry Shawcross crosses paths with the infamous Fake AH Crew completely by accident, and all hell breaks loose. (Welcome to Fake Hell)

50. The blood on his hands belonged to someone he knew---someone he cared about---and Ryan had never been more afraid of himself. (There’s Someone There But it’s Not Me)

51. It’s Pride Month and Jeremy really takes it up a notch when coloring his hair this time. (Rainbows)

52. Watching them Lindsay realized that while each of them all had lost so much, they had found even more. (Less is More)

53. Trevor would be better than Geoff ever’d been at scheduling heists and leading the crew, but he still gets to handle all the complaining from the crew so he isn’t as satisfied as he would like to be. (Point of No Return)

54. When the realization strikes him that he’s the only one left remaining, Jeremy falls to his knees in defeat and can’t stop screaming. (What Remains)

55. Fiona can never seem to stop messing with Gavin in any way possible. (A Step Too Far)

56. “Yeah, they’re all idiots---but they’re my idiots, so don’t you fucking dare lay your hand on them.” (A Bunch of Savage Animal Idiots)

57. Times have never been darker for the Gents as each of them struggles to cope with the deaths of the Lads in the aftermath of an coordinated attack. (Falling Inside the Black)

58. The day he met the Wildcard, Michael’s whole world finally started to make some sense. (Wild World)

59. Geoff’s constant drinking worried Gavin sometimes. (Drunk Concern)

60. Matt didn’t believe anyone would care enough for him to consider him family, nor did he believe he would end up in becoming a part of one. (Lost and Found)

61. Alfredo always wondered who Trevor really was underneath his iron suit of armor. (Armor)

62. Even when stuck in a seemingly never-ending coma, Geoff was never alone. (Not Alone)

63. Alfredo joins the Fake AH Crew with more blood on his hands than most people---including himself---would’ve expected. (Red Sea)

64. There’s a perfectly valid reason why Lindsay, despite not being his roommate anymore, is the only one who has a key to Ryan’s apartment. (Key to the Door)

65. Four times Jeremy and Trevor talked their way out of jail and one time they didn’t. (Another Approach to the Problem)

66. Lindsay tried, and that’s why she was still alive, even though everyone else that mattered to her weren’t anymore. (The Fake Among the True)

67. Fiona was her own knight in shining armor and no tower could ever hold her captive for long. (Green Knight)

68. There were days when Jeremy saw a way out, yet the light would always fade at the end of the tunnel, leaving him in the dark. (No Way In, No Way Out)

69. The others would never come back, and Gavin, walking in the wake of that horrifying truth, felt like an empty shell with nothing left to give. (Empty)

70. Trevor would give his life for the crew just like Geoff and Lindsay had. (Third Time Counts)

71. One time for when each of the Fake AH Crew members showed strength and one time when they didn’t. (No Shame)

72. Jack and Geoff shared a special responsibility for every member of the crew, and Michael was no exception. (Nightmare Terrors)

73. ‘Who’s the creepiest motherfucker?’ is a question rather avoided and unanswered. (Creep Contest)

74. All Michael felt now was a burning anger that refused to flicker and fade, and thirst for revenge than could never be quenched. (Road Rage)

75. The last time they all saw each other the city was burning, wounds were bleeding---figuratively and literally---and they never expected to see each other again. (One Last Time)

76. Jack liked to be up in the early, quiet mornings while everyone was still asleep, but she was seriously going to tackle Ryan into bed if she found out he was still awake at 5AM again. (Go the Fuck to Sleep)

77. He’d said he was going to visit, but Ray always pushed the promise further to its limits every time. (Liar Liar)

78. Five times a heist went to hell and one time when it actually didn’t. (Heisting Hell)

79. Not every backstory of the Fake AH Crew’s members is full of shattered dreams and points of no return. (Wanted)

80. Gavin missed home sometimes, but the Golden Boy didn’t. (Two Sides of a Coin)

81. Jeremy’s admiration of monster trucks stretches way back to when he was only a child, walking past a toy store. (Monster Car)

82. “You can leave if you want”, Geoff said, “No one’s going to stop you.” (Freedom)

83. The Vagabond was almost always in control after the Fall of the Fakes, mostly because Ryan let him. (Dead by Daylight)

84. Perhaps the next mishap won’t be so embarrassing for Alfredo, but life didn’t seem to like him much at all. (It’s Life, What Can You Do About It)

85. Four times Geoff said no to either Gavin, Ryan or Lindsay bringing an animal home, and one time he actually said yes. (Animal Addition)

86. So the members of the Fake AH Crew decides to steal their boss’ yacht again and Geoff’s as usual late to the party. (Yacht Party)

87. The crew goes to get some tattoos, and Lindsay is very sure of which one she wants to get. (Tattoos)

88. When Jack falls sick and can’t make her awesome lunch for the whole crew, the crew makes one for her instead (and Jack appreciates it even if it’s a little burned). (Faking the Chef)

89. The day Fiona joined the Fake AH Crew is a day Gavin will very well remember. (Bully)

90. The B-Team is usually there to clean up the messes, except for this time. (Don’t Leave Your Messes Here)

91. The whiskey burned his throat when he guzzled it, and Geoff wished that the liquor could burn away the pain and memories the same. (Burning Bridges)

92. The Fake AH Crew may look like they’re having the time of their lives, but the outside is designed to hide the struggles and issues that lingers underneath. (Inside Out)

93. With the Gents missing, the Lads stuck in a burning building, and the B-team cornered in a firefight, things does not look good. (Already Over)

94. The Fake AH Crew never failed to be impressed by Michael’s colorful vocabulary of swear words. (Words of Color)

95. Jeremy tries to cover up some traces of his past life from the rest of the crew; it does not go the way he wants. (Known to the World)

96. The Ring had been like home, but he wasn’t earning any money being beaten up every round in familiar surroundings, so Michael left---and ended up in Los Santos. (Ring of Fire)

97. The different paths that every member of the crew took for themselves led each of them to end up somewhere they never intended to be, but somewhere they were meant to be. (Pathfinders)

98. It was safe to say that every member of the Fake AH Crew had at least one weird obsession; some had way too many, and some obsessions were just what the fuck. (Obsessions)

99. The Fake AH Crew heists in style, or they do not heist at all. (Do it with Style)

100. The Fake AH Crew is made up of a selected (un)worthy and unique individuals---each one with their own story of whens, ifs, whats, whos, and hows. (Now That We’ve Come So Far)