#guys i had to keep muting and cringing

[theotherbuckley]

bucktommy thoughts 4 (1,2,3)

[evergone]

Sleepless

Rindou Haitani x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (allusions to sex), swearing

Description: The reader can't sleep because the Tenjiku members are being far too loud.

You had tried so hard all night not to disturb your boyfriend and his friends as they celebrated their recent successes in your lounge room, but as your eyes fluttered open for the fifth time that night, you knew you had to go and ask them to be just a tad quieter. Of course, you felt terrible because Rindou was being so considerate already. You couldn���t even hear the crappy rap music they were playing, just the echo of the bass through the walls, and both of the times that you were woken up by their chatter you heard Rindou frantically scrambling to hush them.

With a yawn and a small stretch, you pulled your throw blanket over your shoulders and shuffled across the carpet until you found your ugg boots in the complete and utter darkness. After a pained “fuck” slipped past your lips as you hit your knee on the edge of your bedframe, you slowly opened the door and stepped out into the lounge room.

It wouldn’t have taken more than a second before the boys noticed your meek, sleep-deprived frame cringing at the power of the lights while your eyes took their time to adjust. Most of them were strung out across the three grey couches in front of the television which was tuned into an MMA fight on mute, while the younger members (that Kisaki kid, his friend Hanma, Kokonoi, and Sanzu) were awkwardly sitting around the dining table behind them. Madarame offered you a short wave to which you responded with a tired frown, then you finally caught sight of Rindou sitting in the corner of the middle couch with his hand outstretched towards you.

“Rinnie…” You whined as you made your way into his lap with his arm lazily draped over your waist. Ran, your brother-in-law for all intents and purposes, snickered at the nickname, and the tone of your voice which was laden with exhaustion.

“Sorry, did we wake you up?” Rindou asked quietly, and then turned to the rest of the group, “I told these fuckwits to keep it down.”

Rindou wasn’t ignorant of the fact that you were wearing nothing but his shirt as pyjamas, and he knew well from the night’s earlier — and more private — events that your underwear were the barely-there kind. So, he was cautious to make sure that one of his hands was sitting firmly under your bum at all times, holding the shirt against your skin.

“If you guys stayed quiet I would’ve made you pancakes for breakfast as thanks,” you teased. Mocchi’s shoulders tensed in clear disappointment at your words. While all of them were fond of your cooking, Mocchi was always the biggest eater.

You pressed your lips against Rindou’s neck while they continued their discussion. His voice vibrated into each kiss you bestowed upon his neck and collarbone with a kind of intimacy that made you feel as though you were melting into one another. After a while of this, you began to doze off, your mind stuck in the in-between state of being oddly aware of everything around you, but not quite awake.

Rindou took one glance at the state of you, nearly asleep despite the volume of the room, and hooked his arms under your thighs to carry you back to the bed you shared. He folded the throw neatly at the end of the mattress, then placed you down on your preferred side, and admired the irritated look on your face which was made possible to see by the slightly open door.

As he made a movement to leave and rejoin his friends in the lounge room, you groaned, grabbed the cuff of his shirt, and pulled him back towards you. He was much stronger than you, strong enough not to be even slightly moved by your pull, but he was never the kind of boyfriend to fight your affection. He knelt down on the floor beside you with his hand rubbing circles on your cheek, already feeling terrible about how you couldn’t get to sleep because of him and his friends.

“What’s wrong, N/n?” He said lovingly.

“Come to bed. It’s cold. I want you in here with me.” You saw how Rindou’s eyes flicked back to the light emanating from the doorway, so you pouted in the sexiest way you could given how tired you were. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

The sleeve of the shirt you were wearing had — at some point, unbeknownst to you — fallen from your shoulder to reveal the lacy strap of a new bra Rindou had bought you. It reminded him of your underwear. Of how nice it felt to take them off earlier…

“You’re too tired for any of that, babe. Just go to bed, and I’ll come join you in no time, promise,” he said as he shook the images from his mind, knowing you were one blink away from falling asleep again.

“You hate me,” you huffed, and turned away from your boyfriend before adding, “You’re just gonna end up passing out on the couch like you do every time they come here. I’m gonna wake up all alone. You’re such a bad boyfriend.”

Rindou smiled softly, “Are you trying to guilt-trip me right now?” You turned back to make eye contact with him and nodded. “Fine.”

For a moment, he disappeared into the lounge room. You could hear Ran making fun of him for being “absolutely whipped”, and Izana telling him to “man up”, but you were already beginning to feel your eyelids getting heavier, so you didn’t care much to go out and defend him. When he returned, he took off his shirt and pulled on a pair of trackpants, and then crawled into bed beside you.

Content to have gotten all you wanted from Rindou, you traced the tattoos on his torso until you were so exhausted you could no longer hold your hand up.

“I will make it worth your while,” you yawned as you rested your head on his chest and let him run his hands over your hair, “Just… In the morning when I’m rejuvenated.”

You closed your eyes and Rindou felt your heartrate slow down along with the frequency of your breaths. You were snoring ever-so-gently, and he stifled a laugh at the irony of the fact that he wouldn’t be able to get even a second of sleep because of it.

[harunayuuka2060]

*In the NRC Groupchat*

Malleus: @Everyone

Malleus: @MC

*Everyone is online.*

Jade: Oya?

Kalim: Hello guys!

Jamil: Hello.

Riddle: What's going on, Malleus-senpai?

Azul: It seems we are here to witness something.

Everyone (except Malleus): ^

Sebek: @MC Waka-sama has separately mentioned you! Where are you?!

Ace: They'll be here in a moment. They need to finish Professor Trein's project. It's due today.

Deuce: Yeah.

Sebek: Hmph! Is that project more important than Waka-sama?!

Lilia: Sebek.

Ace: MC wanted to say that of course not, but they need to submit this because they don't want to be held back.

Riddle: I agree. Education is important.

Vil: Anyway...

Vil: Is there something you need to tell them, Malleus?

Malleus: Yes.

Malleus: I can start now.

Malleus: They can read this later.

Malleus: @MC

Malleus: In this vast universe

Malleus: Among the many stars

Malleus: In a single vast blue planet

Leona: I'm starting to feel the cringe.

Idia: Fr fr

Ortho: Brother...

Lilia: Can you not interrupt Malleus? :)

Cater: XD

Ruggie: Shishishi XD Leona is just bitter.

Leona: What did you say?

Ruggie: Wrong sent.

Vil: Malleus, you should continue.

Malleus: ...

Malleus: My small feelings of love would reach

Malleus: to that tiny island where you are

Ace: Damn

Ace: @MC He's criticizing the dorm you're in

Riddle: Off with your head, Ace!

Ace: Wh-What? I'm not doing anything!

Floyd: Crabby~

Ace: Okay! Okay! I'll shut up!

Deuce: Suits you well.

Ace: Shut up!

Malleus: Time had passed since I met you

Malleus: And the letters adorning our feelings are also increasing

Everyone: !!!

Kalim: OMG!!!! YOU TWO ARE DATING?!!

Lilia: *happy emoji*

Silver: Ah. That's why I've been seeing you writing letters every week.

Leona: I knew it. Cringe.

Rook: Non! That is such a sweet gesture!

Idia: Yeah. For you. Because you're a romantic.

Azul: This is interesting. Don't you think, @Jade ?

Jade: Yes. ^^

Floyd: But why though~?

Jamil: Maybe both of them are trying to keep it a secret.

Ace: It's not effective then.

Ace: Especially when MC gets a hickey after leaving Diasomnia.

Riddle: ACE!

Ace: What is it this time?!

Trey: Ace, I would appreciate it, really, if you would keep quiet for a while.

*Ortho muted Ace.*

Ruggie: Lol.

Ortho: Please continue, Malleus Draconia.

Malleus: ...

Malleus: Someday, they will echo unnoticed in our hearts

Malleus: At times violently, at times sorrowfully

Malleus: They will echo faraway, into the far-off distance

Malleus: This tender song will change world

Malleus: Look now

Malleus: the person who you cherish

Malleus: Is right beside you

Leona: 😒

*Ortho muted Leona*

Lilia: Thank you, Ortho! ^^

Ortho: You're welcome! ^^

Malleus: I wish for this to reach just you

Malleus: Resonate, my song of love

MC: ...

MC: @Malleus stop

Malleus: ...

Everyone: ...

Malleus: Why?

Sebek: HUMAN! YOU'RE MAKING THE YOUNG MASTER CRY!

Silver: Sebek.

*MC has started a group video call.*

*Everyone has joined the group video call.*

*MC smiles at the camera*

MC: You beat me to it, Malleus.

MC: *continues the song Malleus shared in the chat*

Look now...

Resound, my song of love

You come to realise,

that even when the two of us should walk a dark road

The moon would illuminate our days

Never letting go of your hand I've clasped

Our feelings are strong

and we vow it's for all eternity

In the depths of eternity

I will surely say the exact same words

with my feelings still the same

But those words will never cease

they will turn into tears

Then to joy

Unable to speak

I'll just embrace you

Look now

the person who you cherish

Is right beside you

I wish

for this to reach just you

Resonate, my song of love

Look now...

Resound, my song of love

If it's a dream don't wake me up

If it's a dream don't wake me up

the time I've spent with you

Shall become a star

shining eternally

Look now

The person who you cherish

is right beside you

I wish

for this to reach just you

Oh resound, my song of love

Look now

the person who you cherish

Is right beside you

I wish

for this to reach just you

Resonate, my song of love

Look now...

Look now!

MC: *catches their breath then laughs*

Malleus: ...

*Malleus hung up*

Everyone: Where did he go?

Malleus: *then appearing with MC* *throwing himself to them*

MC: Oof!

Malleus: I love you.

Lilia: *sniffles* I'm so glad I get to see this.

Sebek: Waka-sama... I'm so happy for you... *holding back his tears*

Silver: Please excuse me for interrupting, but you might want to end the call first.

Floyd: Eh~ But we want to watch~

MC: Haha, you wouldn't "like" to watch us, Floyd.

Malleus: *looks at the camera and reaches to end the video call*

*Back in the groupchat*

Ruggie: I bet you 30 madols, they're being lovey-dovey right now.

Idia: You didn't have to bet for something like that.

Ortho: They're kissing on the grounds of Ramshackle dorm.

Everyone: 😶

[ywnzn]

boy next door ᡣ𐭩 cupid’s plan

ᡣ𐭩 song eunseok x fem!reader

ᡣ𐭩 synopsis. in which yn keeps texting a random number life updates, that turns out to be the boy next door.

ᡣ𐭩 warnings. poor writing, lower case intended, not proofread, mentions of coffee (food!?), eunseok says beomgyu might kill him as a joke, and there’s also a smau part at the end, don’t forget to check it ^^

ᡣ𐭩 wc. 734

beomgyu wanted to play cupid.

he knew it was going to be a stupid idea to set yn and eunseok up, his two best friends, to date but that didn’t stop him from trying to.

and that is how he ended up being in the newly opened cafe in their neighborhood. good thing it had a warm, welcoming atmosphere; which was ideal for this situation.

“beomie, you seem nervous.” yn breaks the silence between them and he tenses up and turns to face her. “i’m not,” he brushes her off, ignoring her glare.

“yeah right.“ yn rolls her eyes at his answer, she wasn’t buying it. his behavior was extremely unusual to her.

first it was him showing at her door to ask her to wear something pretty to the cafe and now him glancing at the door every few seconds. it’s like he was waiting for someone, but before she could think more about it, the door’s bell rings; indicating that someone entered the cafe.

“finally.” beomgyu breaths out, raising his hand to signal for the other person to see him. and when yn turns around to see who it is, her eyes almost fell out of their sockets.

“you’re late.” beomgyu grimaced as his friend reached the table, “i know, i told you i’d be late.” eunseok sighed before he pulled a chair and sat down next to beomgyu, only now noticing the silent girl who sat in front of his friend.

she had an iced cup of coffee in front of her. and her bangs were held back with miffy hair clips. miffy again.

“oh, hello.. yn, right?” he offered a smile, and she returned it shyly. “yeah, you’re eunseok?” the boy gave her a nod at that.

“i can’t believe you two lived in the same building for nearly two years and never once spoke properly before.”

“no we did, couple times in the building lobby and elevator, we just never had a real conversation before,” eunseok smiled at the girl, remembering their encounter the day before. where she embarrassed herself by dropping her bag in the elevator.

he thought her flustered state was cute.

“you spoke before?! and never told me? fake friends, what the hell” beomgyu glared at the two. “it’s nothing big, beomie.. just normal neighbor encounters.”

“yeah sure,” beomgyu shook his head; pretending to be hurt at her words.

the three, but mostly beomgyu and eunseok, kept talking about random stuff and bringing up memories, while yn remained mute. only speaking when it felt necessary; it was as if the two were her own podcast show.

suddenly, beomgyu gets a notification that has him jump from his chair immediately “oh, shit. guys i have to go, something came up.”

“is everything okay?” eunseok frowned, “yeah, but wonbin needs me at the studio, i’m really sorry.” then he turns to face eunseok:“can you make sure she gets home safely?” eunseok answers with a nod.

and with that, he leaves the two alone. yn awkwardly shifts in her chair, looking around the cafe. not many people were here considering it was a weekday. only a few here and there.

“wanna go home?” eunseok breaks the silence a few seconds later, sensing the awkwardness in the air now that beomgyu left.

“yeah,” she answers a little too quickly, which made her cringe internally, but eunseok didn’t seem to notice it.

once the two reached their building, eunseok walked with yn to her apartment, that was right next to his. after she unlocked her door, she turned to face him “thanks.. um, for walking me here.”

“no need to thank me, had to keep you safe or else beomgyu would kill me.” he let out a laugh before continuing:“do you need anything, before i go?”

yn shook her head, giving him a little smile. “no, i’m good. thank you, eunseok.” the boy returned the smile and nodded, before he took a step back. “alright, if you need anything just knock on my door, i’ll be happy to help.” and with that, both went into their homes.

after settling into her cozy home and changing into more comfortable clothes, yn texted beomgyu; assuring him that she’s home safe, and also making sure he was safe and okay.

before she could dive into her usual overthinking routine. she opened the chat with her anonymous friend, and without rethinking; she sent a text.

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[weebsinstash]

You brought this on yourself. Bringing up Al and Doggy Darling.

Before the show was out(might've changed sense idk), Viv said Al used to actually have a fear of dogs but now only dislikes them. And I live for the idea of Al struggling with that a little bit.

Al with Dog Darling who he expects to be a total slob who can hardly keep focus, only for them to be neat and dedicated to doing any tasks given to them.

Al with a Dog Darling who constantly feels the need to do things for others even to their own detriment.

Al who falls for Dog Darling who acts more like a cat than a dog. Having learned to mute their reactions to things and who is 'ok' with being alone in fear of being used. With him wanting to eventually have them always with him or at his home, never wanting them to lift a finger.

I hate that my first instinct is always to swerve in the opposite direction but "what if Alastor had a dislike of dogs and he expects them to be a dumb slob" AND WHAT IF YOU ARE

Alastor: --and I always do enjoy adding a nice mirepoix to my dishes, although I suppose one of my favorites is a classic crawfish étoufée! Always reminds me of home!

Dog darling: ummmm.... I love pizza rolls and corn dogs! 😋 and mac n cheese!

Alastor and his lovably simple, lovably dim dog darling, with all the more extra nuances and caveats if you've got the soulmate trope in there (I've just really been huffing that gas lately ykwim? The, mechanism for them to feel metaphysically attached to you, their obsession kinda lowkey justified/explained by your sorta-soulbond, them feeling like they need to take care of you "because they're supposed to as your partner "). Alastor who thinks you're just so adorable but maybe just maybe cringes in secondhand embarrassment at some of the things that you do. Alastor who thinks, oh, you're actually so charming and, he sees quite the potential in you, but... he just needs to... fix you up a little bit... fine tune you... grind down some of those rougher edges to polish you up nice and pretty--

Also. Just. You know. The thematic lowkey flirting and menace in him like, saying he has to tame you/train you if you act against him. Having you in literal restraints just like he would with Husk and calling you a bad dog because you like. Snuck off to go to the club. Or hang out with friends he doesn't approve of.

I like my apples and oranges in my fiction and that means that on top of having yandere that love every part of you, I also think of yandere who meet you and think "oh no, honey, oh my gosh let me help you, I need to save you from yourself, what the fuck are you even doing here, just look at the state you're in" which, actually, I have a Velvette post deeper in my drafts I need to dig up, but. Like. Alastor falling for/getting drawn to/soulmated with a dog darling who is just kinda. Rowdy. Dare I say, a little trashy. Like idk, my mind conjures up an image of like, for a woman I guess it would be something similar to, you swear all the time, he doesn't like how you dress, he thinks you hang out with too many guys/the wrong types of guys, you may have an outright fratbro personality. Idk. You're just loud and rambunctious and he thinks you could be just the cutest little lady if he could just... give you a little coaching

But also. Cute lovable dog Darling who, obviously he's not entirely heartless but you just completely Flip His Switch with how sweet and loving you are to him, you just really make him feel soft and gooey. You could just be meeting him for the first time and be wagging your tail in excitement and holding your hand out for a handshake and you don't even mildly conceptualize he's, um, a cannibal serial killer. But then Alastor immediately realizes, oh no, honey, you can't be this sweet to people down here! The people down here are just AWFUL! They're terrible! The dregs of society! He can't let this sweet little pup meet some unfortunate accident involving some methed-out vagrants or something! Guess you'll have to be his little lap dog so he can keep a close eye on you. Meanwhile you're just like "!!!! Best friend!!! Thank you for being so nice to me, it's so scary down here and i was so lonely and scared before you came along 🥺"

Vox 🤝 Reader talking/getting rowdy during TV/media solidarity. Absolutely love the idea of Reader somehow becoming besties with Vox and Alastor is just BEYOND MAD because, he's trying to make you more sophisticated and, "bring out your true potential" and you're sneaking out to chug mountain dew baja blast and smoke weed with his arch nemesis while the two of you, like, marathon older seasons of Family Guy (also just envision your mental image of Dog Reader just like, excitedly being like, "oh! It's Vox! Vox! Vox! Hey Vox! Vox!" And trying to get his attention while he's on a jumbotron or something, basically saying his name like a bark, like, Alastor having old timey cartoon steam coming out of his ears while Vox is just obviously smitten with your adorable clueless ass because your tail is wagging and you're so excited to see your super cool TV friend 😋❤️ Alastor forced to watch you have total chemistry with Vox because you can talk about TV and video games amd Alastor is getting progressively enraged because HOW LONG have you guys been hanging out without him knowing??? And Vox didn't even know you knew Alastor he just legitimately liked your vibe

Reader being inevitably somewhat dehumanized and while he does adore you and want you all for himself it really almost sort of IS like you're a pet to him. He decides what you wear, what you eat, what you do, and most importantly, he really, really, REALLY doesn't like it when other people try and touch his dog :)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

What is reader was pregnant at the end of summer nights? Love your writer. I wake up and check your blog every day for new chapters 🩵🩵🩵

Consequence

Warnings: unwanted pregnancy, threats, intimidation, allusions to rape, unedited.

Please provide thoughts and feedback! I had fun doing this and hope to do some more in response to your guys’ asks! Thank you for all your support. 💜

Your shift at the hardware store couldn’t end soon enough. You hike your purse onto your shoulder as you walk out the automatic doors, your stomach rotting and knotted. You’ve felt sick all morning. Your coffee burned like acid going down and you only finished half the stale bagel you found in your mother’s kitchen.

Sleep’s been just as difficult. You can’t seem to get comfortable. Your anxiety keeps you up and a sense of restlessness underlined with dread. The thoughts you keep running from will catch up with you one day.

You pass the pharmacy, glancing through the window at the big poster advertising compression socks. You stop at the other end of the facade and hesitate. You sidle back and stare at another display, pink and white and worrying.

You laugh at yourself. No. You’re just paranoid.

Still, you make yourself go inside. You wander the aisles until you find what you’re looking for. You look up and down the row self-consciously then bag to the shelf. Does it matter which one you get? This one says early detection. And it’s fucking expensive. Does it really have to cost so much to be sure?

Fuck it. For your peace of mind. You may actually get a full night’s sleep if you put this behind you once and for all.

You go to the counter and refuse to look directly at the cashier. You pay, more than you want to, you leave with the test in a paper bag. As you walk down the street, a car door opens behind you. The driver feeds the meter as you distract yourself with the shop windows.

Before you can turn down the path, you hear your name and hand tugs you back. You spin in horror at the voice you never wanted to hear again. You try to wrench away from Andy as he looks at you, a furrow between his brows as he clings to you in desperation.

“Hey,” he says, “can we talk?”

“Get off– what are you– how–” you sputter in confusion.

He lets you go and raises his hand defensively.

“I don’t like how things ended–”

“Don’t like– I didn’t like any of it. Get away from me.”

He flinches and exhales heavily, “you’ve been ignoring my calls. Just hear me out–”

“No,” you spin and stomp away, “there’s nothing to hear.”

He follows you and you speed up, trying to evade him as you hurry down the path. He snags your wrist and the force of it causes the bag to slip from your grasp. It hits the pavement and the contents spill out, the box rolling out from under the receipt.

Andy’s hand stays firm on your arm as you both look down. You feel his grip slacken and you rip away from him. You quickly bend to scramble up your stuff. As you stand he lets out a shudder.

“You’re pregnant?” He asks.

You cringe and swallow, “I don’t know.”

“Oh,” he seems startled, “well… if you are–”

“If I am,” you insist, “it’s none of your business.”

“It is exactly my business,” he retorts.

“Fuck off,” you snarl. “Go home. You already have a child, you don’t need another.”

You evade him as he reaches for you once again. He doesn’t persist as a family comes down the other side of the path with a stroller. Fuck, what a wonderful foreboding coincidence. You pump your arms and furiously march away.

Of all days for him to show up…

How long has he been planning this? Has he been watching you? Those questions rattle in your mind but are quickly muted by the biggest one of all. The one in your hand. Did you really fuck up that bad?

💜

You stare at the two lines. Your heart drops. No. No. God! He already fucked you up so bad, why this? Why? Fuck!

You shove the test off the counter and into the bin. You pace back and forth in a panic, head swelling as the world pulses around you. You can’t do this. You already have your mind made up. You can’t keep it. You refuse to. You don’t want any part of him around you.

“Hey, where are ya?” Your mother hollers up the stairs.

“Mom, I’m busy,” you shout back.

“Not too busy to get your ass down here. Now!”

Shit. You know that tone. You fucked up something. You roll your eyes and rip open the bathroom door. You barrel downstairs and stop as your mother stands smoking by the front door. A large figure fills the frame. Does he not give up?

“I always knew you were up to no good,” your mother accuses.

“What?” You snip, “mom, tell him to go away–”

“No wonder you’ve been shorting me on rent,” she spits back, “you ain’t showing up for work.”

“What are you talking about? You just ask Bert–” You snarl and swallow your anger, directing it instead at your unwelcome visitor, “Andy, go away.”

“Don’t you talk to him like that. You’re not quittin’ this one, honey,” your mother taps ash onto the carpet, “the man’s being nice so you go out and figure this all out. You’re not living in my house if you’re not working–”

“Mom, he’s not–”

“Deal with it,” she crushes the cigarette in the overflowing tray beside the door and stomps off.

You shake your head, “Andy, just go.”

“Please, come outside.”

“No.”

“Do you really want to have this conversation in here?” He challenges.

You roll your eyes and wave him out. He retreats and you follow him, quickly pulling the door shut. You’re already pissed at him.

“What the hell? You told my mom you’re what? My boss? I already have to deal with enough–”

“Well, what could I say? I figured the truth wouldn’t exactly be great.”

“Which truth? The one where you raped me–”

“Sweetie, no, I didn’t–”

“Enough. I’m not telling you again. Go away and leave me alone. I never wanted this. I never wanted you or a baby or–”

“Baby? You took the test?” He asks wispily.

You close your eyes and drop your head back. You hate him. You hate this. You hate everything about your life.

“I’m not keeping it, alright?”

“You’re not– that’s not your choice–”

“It is. You don’t get to take this one from me.”

“It’s mine. My child.”

“Oh, fuck off, look at Jacob. You really another one?”

“Yeah, actually, I’d like to do it right. Sweetie, I can take care of you and the baby. I will. You can get away from here,” he glances over at the stained siding of your mother’s pigsty, “you don’t have to live like this.”

“And you think I want to live with you?” You bark.

“Do you have any other option? Really?”

“Yeah, I do. I’d rather rot in filth.”

His jaw grits and his veneer falls. He puts his hands on his hips.

“We’ll see about that,” he snarls. “I am the father, I get a say.”

“You’re a monster,” you sneer.

He glares at you. He lets out a breath and tilts his head until his neck cracks.

“Only if that’s what you make me be,” he flicks his fingers at you dismissively, “and you have no idea what sort of prick I can really be.”

[sombertide-0]

so i had a fun time talking with @avoidantvoidd this morning and got inspired to write a fic about Desmond being biracial (half white half syrian) and i focused on arab culture and yeah, here it is if anyone's interested

basically it's ramadan and desmond is sad about not being able to properly participate and it kinda fucks up his animus syncing, so becks and shaun decide to do something about it

Desmond comes up from the animus with a gasp, clutching at his throat. He’d been unfocused, hadn’t seen the guard coming at him before it was too late. He coughs, the taste of blood lingering on his tongue as the world steadily slows its spinning. He can hear voices, see faces that aren’t really there, feel the cold metal slicing his neck-

“Desmond!” He’s startled out of his thoughts by a very worried Rebecca. Right, he’s Desmond Miles, he was in the animus, he desynced. He groans and tugs the needle out, hunching over and clutching his stomach.

“Merda, fa male,” he wheezes. He shuts his eyes tightly. “No, wrong language, fuck… Sorry. Give me a minute.”

“What gives, Des? This is the fifth time you’ve desynced in half an hour. We need you to get through this memory.” Her voice sounds far away as he tries to separate himself from Ezio. He recites movie quotes under his breath, tries to remember his days as a bartender, remember what date it is.

It's Ramadan.

Fuck.

“Fuck…”

Shaun glances at Desmond over the rim of his glasses. "You aren't planning on fasting, are you?” Desmond cringes. He didn’t mean to say it out loud. Shaun keeps going. “Fate of the world hanging in the balance and all? We need you at your best, relatively speaking."

Desmond sighs and rubs his face. The bags under his eyes are more pronounced, stubble growing sporadically across his jaw, hair a mess. He shakes his head.

"No. I... I'd like to, but it's... not the same. Alone," he mutters tiredly. Beck and Shaun share a concerned look.

"Try to get some rest, Des," she says, powering down the animus. He nods mutely and stands on unsteady feet, slowly making his way to the room they have their bedrolls in.

"Poor guy," Becks whispers," Must be hard, being so disconnected from his culture." Shaun nods silently, staring as the door to their room shuts behind Desmond. "What do you know about Ramadan?", she asks. Shaun pauses. What does he know?

It's a social holiday, focusing on fasting during the sunlit hours of the day, followed by a big feast with family and friends. It lasts for 29 to 30 days, then is followed by three or four days of Eid, the celebration time. Sweets, gifts, parties, dances, music, it's all community based, and here they are, an American, a brit, and a sad Arab.

He sighs. As much as Shaun loathes Desmond, he can understand the isolation that comes with finding himself in such a different environment. "Okay," he says, "Here's what we're going to do."

Desmond wakes up from his nap not knowing if he feels better or worse. He groans, turns on his side, then the other, before deciding he wouldn't get anymore sleep. He stands, shadows dancing in his vision; Altair, Malik and Maria, sitting together around a warm meal. His stomach growls. God, when was the last time he ate?

No light seeps through the rotted curtains, alerting him that it's night. He must have slept for a while if it's already dark out. The others aren't in their beds though, so it can't be that late.

He slowly makes his way back to what was most likely a living room, before freezing at the door to the sorry excuse of a kitchen they have. Shaun and Rebecca were there, cooking together. Desmond shakes his head to make sure he's actually awake. He can see some of the food they'd already put out: a bowl of fresh dates, kisra and moulah, falafels, salata't rob, even a platter with freshly cut watermelon. When he looks back at what they were preparing now, he could see the telltale golden hue of one of his favorite sweets; basbousa.

Rebecca's the first to notice him standing there in shock. She offers a grin and beckons him to the table. "Hey, Des! We thought you could use a little pick me up," she says. Shaun rolls his eyes, cutting the cake into even squares and placing an almond in the middle of each one.

"Little is quite the understatement, don't you think?", he snarks, wiping his hands clean of the syrup, "We have enough food to feed a small town." Becks shoves his shoulder with a laugh. "Oh hush, this was your idea!" Shaun sputters.

"I- it was not! I simply answered your questions-"

"Then decided to look up the proper recipes and go out and buy the right ingredients and put in the time and effort to make all of this-"

"Listen, it wouldn't be worth anything if we couldn't do the culture justice!", he bristles, face a lovely shade of red. Rebecca snickers and drops the conversation, looking over to Desmond who's still simply staring.

"I...", he starts, swallows the lump in his throat, "What is this?"

Shaun scoffs. "What does it look like? Iftar. And you're late, the sun set over an hour ago."

"Iftar... But you don't celebrate, why...?" Shaun's gaze softens ever so slightly. He shifts his weight from one leg to another. "Well, Rebecca and I have noticed you weren't... performing as well as usual. So, we thought giving you a break and something nice would help get you back to your old self, however poor your performance already was." Desmond laughs despite the jab. "You did this for me. All of this, you..." His voice breaks. Dammit, he's not going to cry, he's not going to cry, he's not-!

Thin arms wrap around him tightly, the smell of rubber and cheap shampoo a strange yet comforting mix.

"You deserve nice things, Des," Rebecca says, rubbing soothing circles on his back. He hugs her tightly in return, tears stinging at his eyes.

He hasn't been able to truly participate in this holiday since he ren away from the farm, not having anyone around him to share it with. It used to be fine, but recently, with Altair's memories still knocking around in his head, and Ezio's celebrations he couldn't get through, it hurt a lot more. He never realized how alone he felt.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly pulls away from Rebecca to give her a warm smile. She gives one back and pats his shoulder. "Come on," she says, taking a seat at the table, "You better eat while it's still warm, I did not spend all this time and effort just for us to get a cold meal."

Desmond laughs. He's about to join her when he notices Shaun standing awkwardly with his arms crossed. The tips of his ears are still pink.

"Shaun?", he calls. The brit perks up. "Yes?" "Thank you." Shaun releases a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Don't mention it."

As they sit down and break the fast they hadn't started that day with a date, Desmond feels at home for the first time in a long time.

"Ramadan Kareem, Desmond," Shaun says with a hint of a smile. Desmond beams. He can’t help the fondness warming his chest. Maybe… maybe he’d be okay after all. Saving the world can wait for just one night.

“Ramadan Kareem, you guys.”

“… you overcooked the falafels. “

“Just shut it and eat, Miles!”

[captain-mj]

Oh I’m so happy you also like SoapGhostRoach!! Is it alright to ask for a fluffy/angst one shot, where Soap meets Roach for the first time because of Ghost; however Ghost forgets to inform Soap that Roach is mute. So Soap goes and thinks he made a bad first impression with Roach all over the lack of information, and Ghost has to help Soap learn sign language. Only for Soap to just jump right into flirting with the two in sign language, because he apparently has a thing for men in mask.

I love this ship so much!! So happy to get an ask on them!! If you guys have any more, throw them my way!

~~~~

Soap was fine! Just a little nervous, but that was fine. He was meeting Ghost’s best friend besides himself. But it was fine. 

He stood in front of Roach, a little taken back. For one, Roach was shorter than him. Two, he had a mask on. 

Roach looked up at him, dark eyes barely visible through his glasses. Soap smiled. 

“Johnny Soap MacTavish. You’re Roach, right?” He waited for a response but he just got a half assed nod. Soap glanced down at himself, making sure there wasn’t something immediately off about him. He had all his clothes on and he looked fine. Right?

“How long have you known Ghost?” Roach held up a few fingers before looking away. Soap didn’t know how to react to that. He shifted back and forth on his feet.

“Do we know each other?” Soap asked, thinking maybe they had met before and he had done something rude. He’d apologize of course. Besides the fact that this was Ghost’s friend, he also didn’t like people being mad at him. 

Roach just shook his head and stared back up at him. Ghost came back, thank God, and talked with Soap. He occasionally talked to Roach but Roach just shook his head or nodded before just fucking off. 

Soap bit the inside of his cheek hard. What the fuck? They were supposed to be meeting? I mean technically they were there because they happened to be on a mission together but meeting was important!

The mission was slow going. Especially because Roach was clearly still holding whatever grudge he was holding before. He would just glance at him blankly and nod if asked a yes or no question he thought was worth his time. Soap tried to keep it to himself, but he didn’t understand why. 

He went over ever moment since he had gotten off the plane. He didn’t understand what he did to offend Roach and he really, really wanted to be on his good side. It didn’t help that Roach was also his type which was boiling down to “men in masks”. Not even tall men anymore apparently. Just men. In masks. 

What a joke. 

He’d see him and Ghost talking. Or...well he thought they were talking. They’d stare into each others eyes and make hand gestures and they seemed to just get teach other. 

It drove Soap crazy. 

He sighed and realized only one person could hopefully clear this up. 

“Hey, Ghost? Can we talk?” Soap made sure Roach wasn’t around when he asked. 

Ghost cringed a little. “Sure.”

“Why is Roach upset at me?” Soap felt like a middle schooler. This was so stupid. He was already regretting this.

“What are you talking about? Roach likes you.” Ghost looked down at him.

“He won’t talk to me. He ignores me when ever I talk to him. I can barely get him to acknowledge me.” Soap sounded exasperated and Ghost stared at him for a minute. 

“Johnny. He’s mute. What were you expecting?” Ghost sounded startled.

“Simon. How the fuck could I have known he was mute??” Soap put his hands in his hair. Those were hand gestures. Oh God. 

“I told you!”

“No, you didn’t!” 

“Oh. I didn’t did I?” Ghost winced. “Okay. No big deal. He can’t speak at all.”

“I must’ve seem like such a fucking tadger, just yapping away while he sat there unable to respond back!” Soap started to pace. 

“Do you want me to teach you sign?” Ghost offered. 

Soap looked at him. “You’d do that?”

“Yeah. It’s the only way you guys can talk. I’m not going to make Roach right everything down.”

“Okay. I’d like that, Ghost.”  Soap sat down. “Can we start with a hi and “sorry, didn’t know you were mute and that’s why I acted like a bawbag?” 

Ghost stared at him blankly. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure bawbag isn’t a fucking word, so.” He took his gloves off. Soap felt like a man catching a lady’s ankle under her fucking renaissance dress. 

“Sit down, MacTavish.”

“Yes, sir.”

Soap should’ve known Ghost would teach just like he trained. Grueling, quick to point out mistakes, but damn it was effective. 

Soap still couldn’t hold a conversation, but it was passable. If Ghost was there to translate a couple signs, he could, theoretically, communicate with Ghost. 

Unknown to his LT, Soap may have done a little research on his own. Just... a small bit. Fill in a couple of gaps. 

Soap walked up to Roach and noticed that he did immediately turns more towards him instead of the person speaking. Maybe Ghost was right about Roach liking him. Who knew. 

Soap awkwardly signed. “Hi! How’s your day?”

Roach visibly brightened and started signing back. “Good! Yours?” He signed slowly and Soap had a feeling it was for his benefit. 

“Better now that you’re here.” 

Roach’s hands froze and he blinked slowly at him before narrowing his eyes. “Do you know what that means?”

Soap spoke since he wasn’t sure how to sign this. “I checked everything Ghost taught me, don’t worry. I know exactly what I said.” He smiled at him and thanks to the mask, he couldn’t be sure, but he swore he saw him blush just a little. 

“I see. Learn this just for me?” Was Roach flirting back???

“Yep. Wanted to be able to have a proper conversation.” Soap leaned in. “Still a beginner, so go easy on me yeah?” Roach’s shoulders shook like he was laughing and he moved in closer. 

“You like it easy, huh?” Roach signed back and Soap wondered if he was smirking. Soap flushed more. 

They started to flirt more and once Soap realized only the three of them could hear it, he started flirting with Ghost too. 

He pretended it was all in good fun, even if he maybe had a few more feeling than he should. 

Roach was watching Soap’s hands as he signed, but he kept glancing away. Soap paused, about to ask him what it was when something heavy draped on his back. He almost fought back before noticing the smell of Ghost. 

“What are you doing?” Ghost pinned both of Soap’s arms behind his back and Roach stepped forward, hands on Soap’s stomach.

“Uh, guys?” Both of them were utterly silent and without their expressions, Soap had nothing to go off of. Roach slid his hands up and grabbed his pecs, making soft humming noise. It was the loudest noise he had heard from Roach. 

Soap gasped softly when he felt lips against his neck. Ghost had moved his balaclava just enough to get his mouth free, pressing it bruisingly to Soap’s skin. Roach slid his hands back down and squeezed Soap’s hips before sliding to grab his ass. 

Soap was too flustered to speak, biting his lip so hard he thought it’d bust. 

They both pulled away and Ghost slapped his ass before leaning in. “Stop being a goddamn tease, MacTavish.”

[lunarfied]

19. WHY DIDN’T YOU STOP ME ? ; oops

scaramouche x gn! reader smau

both pov;

"welcome to the stream everyone!" you waved to the webcam as soon as venti switched over to the right screen. soon enough he pushed his chair into frame (and almost knocking you over in the process) and waved to the cam as well.

"what's up guys, your fav is here!" venti did a little spin in his chair as the viewers started rolling in. this would be the first stream you did since you face revealed last week and you expected to be swarmed with viewers but were still a bit surprised to see the surge in numbers only five minutes into the stream.

lunafied: omg my silly little pickles hiiiii machiroll: IS THAT MY FAV STREAMER VENTI !!111!!1111!!!!! ynventishipper: my fav couple streaming again awww creep: toe reveal?

"alright, alright - today we're going to do a fun little stream." you began, reading over the chat. at least you weren't alone and venti could also read the influx of messages.

"yeah! we're reading viewer's confessions~!" venti brought his knees up to his chest, "it's anonymous so you all could've gotten away with saying anything... anyways!" they turned to you, "since it's your stream, y/n, you should read the first one! here, i'll even pick, hehe."

"what the fuck are you making me read-" you cringed, running your hands down your face, watching venti laugh at the weird confession. and here you thought the stream wouldn't start off bad.

"there's no way that's even real- everyone knows i'm with xiao!" venti wiped a tear from the side of her eye. streaming with your friends was fun, but the downside of that always came with the fans who obsessed over your relationship with them. misconstruing every platonic relationship you had.

"gods, anyways, your turn." you gestured for venti to continue reading.

"can't even be upset with that one because it sounds just like me-"

"venti! stop!"

――――――

"i bet more than half of these confessions are people coming out to us."

"yeah, our fanbases combined are like, 90% fruity."

――――――

you both turned to each other in disbelief at what you just read. you didn't even know what to say.

"some things... you should keep to yourself..." venti stifled his laughter behind his energy drink.

you just kept staring.

――――――

"how do you accidentally... what were you even looking up!?"

"hey, don't question them."

you turned to venti with a raised brow, "did you send rule 34 to some by accident too?"

"i refrain from speaking at this time..." venti made a face and looked the other way.

――――――

"you pissed on your teacher!?"

"it wasn't on the teacher- they said in front! anyways i really hope that was fake or you were like, five-"

"why does that sound like something childe would do-"

"you're kinda right about that..."

――――――

"okay! i think this was a really fun stream, and even more fun that venti was here with me." you clapped your hands together, beginning to end the stream.

"aww, ending already?" venti pouted, moving closer to the mointors on your desk, scrolling through the google form. "let's just read one more, hm? here do a random number generator." they grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to the screens.

"oh wow, number 69, how nice." you rolled you eyes as venti cackled, pulling up the confessions form.

"alright, read away, my dear~"

"okay, okay ― let's see here; i broke up with my ex, and haven't spoken to them in years until recently due to hanging out since we have mutual friends. and then i kis- venti, is this a joke??" you turned to your best friend, confusion and annoyance mixed in your expression. whoever confessed this was oddly spot on with what was going on in your own life. venti stared at you with wide eyes, shaking his head quickly.

"no, this wasn't me ― promise! maybe childe? i don't know... who else knows about you and scara??"

"i don't kno ― venti! you didn't mute the stream!" you placed a hand over your mouth in shock.

lunafied: oooooo venti's in TROUBLEEE scarasleftnut: y/n and scara are dating?? since when?? akiangelenjoyer: you're out of touch im out of time angelfire69: THAT SHOULD BE ME!!!11!! markiplier: Hello everybody my name is Markiplier

"okay, uh, fuck ― just end the stream we can deal with this later." venti reached over to press the end stream button. you rubbed the side of your head in annoyance, already over the whole day.

"uh oh..." venti's mouth formed a thin line as she glanced over her shoulder at you.

"what?"

"i may have accidentally... raided scara's stream instead..."

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-> notes: pls don’t come at me for my editing skills i have the oldest laptop known to MAN and the most cracked iphone ever ALSO!! i am well aware of the fact that when you raid someone on twitch, you have to type a command but i don't care it's my smau and i make the rules

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[six-eyed-samurai]

HEHEHEHEHEHEH OK DIFFERENT REQUEST THIS TIME AND I THINK YOU'LL LIKE THIS ONE MAYBE I DREW THE TR BOYS REALLY BAD AND ALSO AS HORRORS BEYOND HUMAN COMPREHENSION SO UHH DO WHAT U WANT WITH THEM, HERE ARE SOME PROMPTS BUT UHHH YOU CAN HONESTLY DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. LMAO YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT IT U CAN JUST HAVE THEM

prompt 1: friend gives really short amount of time to draw someone and this is what happens prompt 2: "i felt silly" *sends you a picture of a drawing depicting you as a horrifying being(ran & sanzu) /in pain (koko)/ literal insanity (rindou) ok looveee u and ur work n i hope i made your day again!!!!

Happy to see you again girl!!! But with no offense intended when I opened that drawing I nearly dropped my phone (TR men Eldritch Horror version). Sadly my iFake doesn't support images so I had to manually type

Y'all I based this crack off typical convos with my friends in art (hating on Kafka so bad with my girl Hina) 🤣🤣🤣

MAD DOG: I felt silly

MAD DOG: I know y'all love it don't lie

RIN RIN: This is why I keep the chat muted

MAD DOG: You wound me, I worked so hard!

MIKEY KING: I've seen kindergartens do better

MAD DOG: Not you too Mikey!!!!

SUGAR KOKO: What just happened

All I see are exclamation marks and that's not good

RIN RIN: Scroll up for yet another disaster by Sanzu

SUGAR KOKO: Wtf

I wish I didn't

Wait my eyes aren't that small

RIN RIN: Are you even sure you want my eyes

SUGAR KOKO: Can I not be in the drawing at all

MIKEY KING: Agreed

If I see that again there go all of your taiyaki rights

MAD DOG: Oh look who's being a kindergartener now

SUGAR KOKO: Mikey you never gave a single taiyaki before

RIN RIN: Fr

No difference

MIKEY KING: How do you know I wasn't planning to???

MAD DOG: Not even for me you wouldn't

MIKEY KING: Sanzu after that drawing you can't even say even because no way

MAD DOG: Bullying is no no

RIN RIN: Wym bullying

SUGAR KOKO: Yeah it's truth

I literally look so in pain and after seeing it I am

RIN RIN: I look like a literal insane psychopathic murderer from a max security prison

SUGAR KOKO: Sounds familiar

I know!

Sanzu Haruchiyo

RIN RIN: Sanzu Haruchiyo

MIKEY KING: Sanzu Haruchiyo

MAD DOG: WHY ARE ALL OF YOU GANGING UP ON ME

DON'T ACT LIKE YOU GUYS AREN'T PSYCHOTIC MURDERERS

RIN RIN: Just you actually

MAD DOG: RAN WHERE ARE YOU BACK ME UP RN IM SOBBING

SUGAR KOKO: you're on your own pal

RIN RIN: he's asleep again

HOTTER HAITANI: now I'm awake and ready to bless all of you with my presence!

RIN RIN: I just cringed so hard

SUGAR KOKO: Ew what the actual hell

Ykw go back to sleep

MAD DOG: RAN MY FRIEND

Does my drawing flatter us all or what

RIN RIN: Ran I will mess up your dye job so bad

MAD DOG: Don't listen to the unbelievers!

HOTTER HAITANI: Of course not

Lemme see lemme see

SUGAR KOKO: oh god

MIKEY KING: I'm leaving

MAD DOG: you're still here?

HOTTER HAITANI: SANZU MY FRIEND

IT'S ABSOLUTELY MARVELLOUS

I LOVE RINDOU

I'M FRAMING IT ON THE FRIDGE

MAD DOG: I KNEW IT

I ALWAYS KNEW I WAS SPECIAL

I KNEW I WAS THE NEXT PICASSO

RIN RIN: the both of you

SUGAR KOKO: stfu Annabelle

You too Pinky

MIKEY KING: you are now my number two Koko

[rumbleonthemill]

I'm so fucking disappointed in parts of the HN community, it is just hilarious at this point. I never judged anyone, if you guys want to do stuff, ship, create stories, stick to canon, okay, go ahead. I'm not the one, who should judge anything. if I dislike something, I'll mute the tag, or block the person.

the newest, unnecessary fight I had with someone, who I thought was a friend (after all, we were talking for 3 years at least) had cringe ass accusations featured, such as: p_do (ah, the usual. no, I still don't really draw kids, you can keep your kid characters, I don't give a shit), incest shipper (because they keep thinking I ship two related people...the beta 3 storyline wasn't important for anyone, and now it suddenly is? fuck you, honestly. in addition, the story behind the crack ship I do ship is something different, but you're fucking lazy to pay attention)

I don't know how else to state, other than writing in my posts and tags, that I create my own stories. I create AU's and I draw crack ships. and those have little to NOTHING to do with the canon.

***

but they fail to understand that. they fail to understand that not only THOUSANDS, but millions of people do the same, because they are in FANDOMS. people are accusing me, because "many people said this rumor so it must be true, despite there is zero evidence, but hey, they said it" bitch, that's how rumors and gossips work. and you're a mob, because you fall for shit that a lot of people spread. bruh.

I'm at the point that I don't care. my days are numbered, my $uicide note is written. I don't have fucking time to explain people what I already explained, they're just lazy shits to read ONE post, and understand, how the old community, which I was the part of, worked. the good old community, which was more accepting and open, and nicer.

what is this new community hm? people are whining about floating bushes and nothing is good for them. they want to FORCE others to do the same as them, and kill creativity. and if you're different, then you can die.

***

I don't give a shit about canon, if I do, I make stories about older storylines, but not just about those. nobody can forbid me or anyone else, to make a story about beta 3, then another about something completely non-canon. I'm a creative person, who creates new things. this is how people back then worked in old fandoms. if ANYONE cannot process this statement, then I recommend them to leave me alone.

and also yes, I have a patreon. I didn't really advertise it, since tumblr banned adultcontent (except from lives as I see...and prnbots can still exist, I guess....) and because of stalkers, but they stalk me anyway, because they have no fucking life. I'm trying to make at least a little money, because I cannot find a job in this hellhole country. easier said than done; I want ANY of my criticizing people to come here and find a job! this is fucking eastern Europe, not the west. the stuff I put on my patreon is adult-content, because at age 29, I feel like I'm totally allowed to draw adult men, making love. it's mostly anatomy practices and my ships. in my own au's/stories.

I find it extremely childish, to get harassment because of that. no fucking one has the right to judge me, I'll let all of you know it.

[morgan-the-lonely-brick]

Okay but as I just recently finished a full House MD rewatch, I'm interested in the House one!!! (If you're cool with talking about it)

Thank you for the ask :') I'll die of cringe, but at least I'll drag you with me-

[Last changed 1 year ago]

From back when I was a wee lad and felt lonely and touch starved. It's WAY longer than it should be (6000 words) but it does say self indulgent on the tin...

There's background House/Wilson going on, but mainly it's about about a (self insert) kid, who comes into the clinic with weird af symptoms - as you'd expect from a house md episode. The kid is an orphan and selectively mute. He keeps running away from any orphanage or foster family he's put in. (god, the cringe. I am dying.)

House first thinks he's annoying and stupid for running away all the time and having to go back to the hospital, but then kind of ends up liking the kid? And Wilson does too, he thinks the kid is adorable and wants to drown him in affection. (I was NOT doing well back then, could you tell? :))

Um. Here's a little bit im not totally embarrassed about:

"Hi,“ Cameron smiled widely, when walking in.

Foreman said the same, but with a more relaxed smile.

Chase entered, grinning like he had won a lottery. „Hey, big guy. The surgery‘s over, you‘ll be home from the hospital in no time.“ He walked over to Bill‘s bed and ruffled his hair.

House was the last one to come in and only nodded affirmingly in his direction. That seemed to be enough to make the kid smile back.

Chase looked over at House and then back at Bill with a puzzled look, but said nothing.

„You‘re going to stay here for a few days and then we‘ll let you go.“

Bill nodded and looked at his hands resting in his lap.

[giggly-squiggily]

Toy Capsules and Memories (Tokyo Revengers)

Two fics in one day who is she? ~ *sparkles as I flip my hair* A procrastinator~

Heyo! I was hit by a sudden burst of energy and also an onslaught of nostalgia and I am here to present to you all the result of said event! Really- I just wanted to write for Lee!Chifuyu. I hope y’all like it! :D

Summary: Chifuyu and Baji hang out on a lazy afternoon.

CW: Swearing

Cloud 9 (Taglist peeps)

@duckymcdoorknob @myreygn @baby-tickles2022​ @cupcake-spice13​

“Dude, how many times have you read that thing? It’s falling apart.”

Chifuyu hummed from behind his manga, thumbing the bent edges of the book. It was just as Baji said- falling apart. The spine was cracked from how many times he’d stretched it open- a lightning bolt of white crackling down the center. The cover had faded in time- what was once bright colors of the protagonist were now muted and dirty with dust. A corner of the manga was warped from the time he dropped it in the puddle- too caught up in a fight to care. It was Baji who saved it from its watery grave.

It was floppy and faded and the pages were yellowing, but Chifuyu didn’t have the heart to replace it or throw it away. It was special to him.

“What? It’s my first ever owned manga! It’s like an ancient relic!” Chifuyu argued halfheartedly, flipping a page- internally cringing when the paper beneath his thumb nearly tore. Okay. Maybe it was on its last leg.

Baji huffed, flopping down unceremoniously across Chifuyu’s stomach as he tried to get a glace at the name. “NANA? Pfft- of course you’d read something so girly.”

“Says the guy who religiously rewatches Carmen.” That earned him a jab to the belly, making him squirm with a snort.

“Watch it! Don’t you dare disrespect the work of Yuto Natori.” If the threat was real, Chifuyu couldn’t tell.

“Don’t disrespect the work of Ai Yazawa then.” Chifuyu replied, smug when he heard Baji grumble against him about this and that. He sounded tired, and his hair smelled nicer than usual. “Trying a new shampoo?” He asked, running a hand over the soft black locks.

“Eh, mom’s making me use it. Said I can’t keep using bar soap.” He twitched beneath Chifuyu’s fingers, not used to the affection. In retaliation he started tracing random shapes against the fluffier parts of Chifuyu’s hoodie, realigning the fur this way and that.

“B-Bar soap?” The shorter man twitched at the tickly feeling, trying not to move. Whether it was his intention or not, Baji was tickling him. “H-How the hell, d-dude?”

“I don’t know- I just did! I didn’t stink, and it was there.” Baji shrugged, lips twitching upward as he took in how tense the other was becoming beneath him. “She found out and gave me a whole lecture on how bad it was and how I’d go bald before I turn 18. So what if I do? I’ll get a cool tattoo on my head like Draken- maybe a growling dog or something.”

“Thahat sounds stuhuhpid!” Chifuyu giggled out, shooting down a hand and trying to grab Baji’s. “Yoohohu’d look funny!”

“Funny? Aren’t you the one who put that Little Pet thing on your face when we were in middle school? The little cat tattoo?” Baji dodged his hand, moving it to the space between their bodies and continuing to lightly trace against his hoodie. “You ran up to Draken showing it off thinking you were hot shit. I’ll never forget how hard he laughed at you.”

“You hahahhad one tohoohoho!” Chifuyu giggled, opting to shove at Baji’s shoulders now since he was so adamant on tickling him. “It was lihihihittlest pehehehhet shohohohops! Yohooohu alahahhaso had a cahhahahhat!”

“Oh yeah- that’s what those were. Heh, I still have that black cat you gave me.” Baji added another hand, poking lightly into his waist and increasing the giggles. “And don’t lump me in with you stupid- I at least put mine on my arm! No one saw it!”

“Mihihihiihkey dihihiihhid- waiihihit you still hahahahve it?” Chifuyu gasped out between giggle fits, feeling his cheeks pinken. He hadn’t realized Baji was so sentimental.

“Why do you sound so surprised? What- don’t tell me you lost the one I gave you? Oh now you’re gonna get it!” Baji went from light tracing to full on tickles now; clawing lightly at his stomach and making Chifuyu squeak. “Come on, Chifuyu! You can keep a zombified manga alive but you couldn’t keep that cream cat I gave you all those years ago? Shame, shame.”

“Bahahhahahahaji, hohohohoohld ohoohohohon!” Chifuyu squirmed about, twisting this way and that beneath his friend’s relentless fingers. “Hehehhahahhar mehehehehe ohooohuht- ahh nohohoohoho doohohohohn’t! His hands shot down to Baji’s as the other started to wiggle them up beneath his hoodie. “Dohohohohon’t tiihihihickle mehhehehhe thehehehhere!”

“Oh? And why not?” Baji grinned, easily pushing past the guarding hands, drumming his fingers against the warm skin. “Does it tickle too much?”

“Ahehahahahhhahahah! Bahahhahahhahajihihiihihihihi!” Chifuyu all but cackled, arching up with his head thrown back in laughter. With no way to guard, he reached out and grabbed Baji’s wrists, more or less holding them as they drummed a random beat along his skin. “Cohoohohohme ohoohohon, thahhahat’s no faihahahhai-AH Doohohohohon’t piihihihihinch mhiihihihiihi puhuhuuhuhuuhdge!”

“Tch, Chifuyu, we’ve talked about this.” Baji shook his head in mock disappointment, continuing to pinch and press into the softer spots on Chifuyu’s belly, making him squeal and thrash. “Your squish is great! Beyond great really. It makes it that much easier for me to tickle you!” He let one hand move up to the blonde’s ribs while the other shot the hoodie up more, exposing his belly to the world. “Still, if you insist on arguing with me on it…”

“Bahhahahaji, bahahahahji wahahahit doohoohn’t you dahhHAHHAHAHHARE!” Chifuyu all but shrieked as the other blew a raspberry against his belly, his hands dribbling into his sides and adding to the tickles. Chifuyu nearly felt himself go silent with how hard he was laughing, kicking his legs helplessly as he howled in mirth. His face was on fire, and it started to hurt with how hard he was smiling. “BAHAHHAHAHAJI PLEHAHHAHAHAHASE!” He whimpered out as he felt his lungs start to collapse.

“Hehe, okay okay.” Baji sat back up with a wolfish grin, eyes dancing. He gave Chifuyu’s belly a good smack before pulling down his hoodie, cackling at the pinch he earned in retaliation. “God, you sound so funny when you laugh!”

“Shuhuhuuht up…Iihiihi’ll get you back.” Chifuyu groaned, covering his face with his arms. A risky move- given it was Baji, but he felt the other flop down beside him, stretching out his limbs like a cat. 

“Sure you will, ‘Fuyu.” He grinned at him when the other lowered his arms. “You say that all the time yet you’ve never quite done so.”

“Times are changing. Watch out for me.” Chifuyu stuck out his tongue before turning to look around the room. He was sure it was there…

“What are you?” Baji began before watching Chifuyu shoot up, running to the shelf.

“Here it is!” He cried cheerfully, flopping back in the bed as he held out his cupped hands. When he pulled them back…

~~~

“Hey hey, look at this!” Chifuyu called as he and Baji walked home. They had stayed late afterschool for tutoring- Baji was getting better, even at the slow pace he was going.

“What is it?” Said man called out, coming to stand beside Chifuyu as he looked inside the toy dispenser. “Oh, one of those ball machines.”

“No no, look!” Chifuyu pointed excitedly. Within the tiny capsules were little animals. The sign on the machine said ‘Littlest Pet Shops.’ “They have cats! Apparently you get a little figure and a tattoo of the animal. That’s so cute!”

“Cute?” Baji looked closer, not really getting it. “You really do think they’re cute?”

“Erm…yeah.” Chifuyu cleared his throat, the reality of what he probably looked like right now making him twitch. “I guess they’re pretty dumb though. It’s a machine for little kids, right? We don’t need to-”

“Oi, got 100 yen?” Baji tapped the price. Chifuyu felt his heart race.

“Erm…yeah. I do.” He pulled a yen coin, startingt to offer it to Baji. The brunette had already beat him to the punch, dropping in one of his own and giving the machine a twist. Out popped a capsule. With a grin, he tossed it to Chifuyu.

“There.” He nodded. “That’s for tutoring me.”

Chifuyu looked at it, eyes wide. “Wait…for me?”

“That’s what I just said.” Baji rolled his eyes. “Well come on- open it!”

“You first.” Chifuyu walked forward and deposited his own coin. Another capsule was released. He gave it to Baji. “Now we both have one.”

Baji took it gently, laughing to himself. “Well…alright. Ready?”

They opened their capsules to find…

~~~

“Man. You really did keep it.” Baji laughed to himself, eyes soft as he looked at the cream kitten toy in Chifuyu’s hands. Even today, it looked brand new. Nothing like his manga- it looked as if Chifuyu just won it out of the machine earlier that morning.

“Of course I did! How could I ever get rid of it?” Chifuyu smiled at it fondly, nostalgia touching his cheeks and eyes. “It was the first gift you’ve ever given me.”

“It was? Shit…” Baji looked away, hiding his burning face in his hair. “I was such a sap, man.”

“You still are.” Chifuyu laughed, avoiding Baji’s retaliating jab as he returned the cat to its rightful place. “But that’s what I like about you.”

“God, now you’re being sappy! Shut up with all this mush!” Baji ran a hand through his hair to hide his smile, failing miserably. Chifuyu snorted before flopping back into the bed beside him.

“Hey, ‘Fuyu. This is wild but- when we get older. Do you want to run a pet shop together?” Baji suddenly asked, making Chifuyu turn in surprise.

“A petshop? Like- with cats and dogs and hamsters and all that?” He felt himself getting excited at the idea.

“Heh, guess I didn’t need to worry about you hesitating. Yeah- we’ll even get snakes and shit.” Baji then shuddered, growing pale. “But no spiders. I hate spiders.”

“Yeah, definitely.” Chifuyu snickered, raising a hand with wiggling fingers. “Don’t want big bad Baji to pee himself everyday at work~”

“Oh you little shit- Come here!” Tickles returned; Chifuyu cackling helplessly beneath him once more. Eventually his mom would probably come in and tell them to keep it down, but they’d worry about that later.

For now, he was just happy to have Baji by his side.

Thanks for reading!

[wench-and-jezebel]

Dark Angel Reaction: Art Attack

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)

We had spare time before this episode, so have fun with our bonus content! Link available here!

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["Must be a guy thing" Ah, yes, women don't exercise]  Or a decent person thing, ya know

[OH YEAH THERE'S APPARENTLY A FAMILIAR FACE IN THIS!  @witchy-writer-lady told me abt it]

The circles that have been talked in this scene  [Ma'am calling him out on circular sentences like she doesn't do that constantly]

There is plenty more romantic.  Weddings are so overrated and expensive ☠️☠️🤣

“Why not?”  OC!

🤣🤣🤣 This woman deserves to have her dress stolen if she didn’t notice it gone from two feet away [asdfkjalfdkj you're not wrong]  She’s blind as hell with both eyes intact ☠️☠️☠️

Oh Sketch noooooo

Get ‘em OC  [No "Get 'em Normal"?]  HES SO MEANNNN ☠️☠️☠️☠️  [You do realize NoBody there does Any work right alkdsjf]  That’s true 🤣🤣  [Not even Alec, love him as I do alskdfj]  Oooooof  [He legit just sits there chatting with Normal about boxing the whole time.  Or delivering single packages]

Oh! Hello Logan!

NORMAL 🤣🤣🤣

His little “hm she’s aight” look

[This was me earlier today!!!  I understand his aversion to public speaking  aslkdfj]  ☠️☠️☠️ Moood

Oh Buddy

[His look at her alskdfj]  Their little exchange was cute tho  ['sigh' This is true]

Poor Normal  [I knowwww!  Will the hostage situations never stop?]  Right?!?

[An actual coherent monologue alkdsjfa]

Loooool I thought the brother was Palmer (Ducky’s Assistant you haven’t met yet)  [idk for sure but that's not the pertinent one… Watch for Daphne]

Poor Max done got put in her feelings

Le gasp  [Oh, last name drop!  I forgot Max's last name was on screen.  I don't think Alec's is]

Ooop! We get more jam pony

He said ten bucks  [tbf, they are in an economic depression]  True 🤣🤣

[Normal be lying abt the bip-bip-bip-ing]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Poor buddy can’t have a good family!  Oooof

Was that SPN Mary?  [Yup!]  Le gasp

Oooooof jealousy

[That was a painfully fake smile, Max]

[Also this be the plot to your Nomral fic.  But more guns.  And less love life.  And Normal's in a leather jacket and not a bathrobe]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Oh boy: Logan done put his foot in his mouth

[I'm cringing in preparation for this ep btw.  Heads-up]  Oh noooo

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Jezebel: Midpoint!

Wench: Bravo!  Ma'am remembered better than I… do go on!

Jezebel: Ok so first off it’s a Jam Pony ep which has proven to be some of my favorites!  And I swear I love a “I don’t like this person but I don’t hate this person so I’ll help” storyline

Wench: Poor Normal alskdjf

Jezebel: Yusss.  Alsoooo POOOR LOGANNNNNN!  BUT MAX TAKING UP FOR HIM WAS ADORABLE, IM SORRYYYY!!  But then here comes Mary-

Wench: Daphne

Jezebel: I know 🤣

Wench: Hmph

Jezebel: -and just threw a wrench right in it

Wench: And finally the jump I paused it on  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️  In that dress… Just…. Wot ☠️🤣🤣☠️☠️

Wench: Apparently we have lots of photos to give y’all this time alskdfj On we go!

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I swear ☠️ The dress makes the jumps look so bad ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Oooof

Mood max

[Okay but he lost his job because of the messenger service so-]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Buddy she’s no angel

Bruh CAN NO ONE KEEP UP WITH SHIT  [I mean.  Technically she just.  Decided to leave with it]  FAIR

[Remember when I said I was.  preemptively cringing.]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️oh shit the second hand embarrassment

[Poor Normal expecting to get killed tho]  Ooop Normal reality check on being a good person lol  [Let it be known, btw, that Normal in s2 has very good moments and very BAD moments.  I recognize this.  But for now I'm enjoying his minorly-asshole-ish-but-no-worse bits.]

This man and his bitch slaps

I love "defenstration"... it's one of my favorite words

Poooor Normal

[Have fun.  I'm.  Not watching btw.  Tell me when the speech is over plz.  I'm.  I have it muted.]  I have it turned down☠️  I’m still cringing at the faces

This.  Is Tony coming out of Logan

Max coming through again  [Okay, now you're uber-whacked; technically she only came through because she caused the problem in the first place by not handing the paper back]  Fair  [This is the one non-anti-Max comment you've made that I don't agree with]  🤣🤣🤣

[This.  Is an NCIS episode.]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️  ["I've got a military vessel heading out to-"]

A ghostttt  [Max disappearing: Cas-coded]

Oooooop-  [Plz let DaphMary be a lesbian]  SBC… If not OC GON make her one

[This whole dress thing is so ridiculously unrealistic.  It's pulling me out of the story.  She definitely smells like trash and yet no one seems to notice; she's bound to have it all dirty, stained, and ripped, and yet she's acting like she's gonna return it... just wot]

OOOOF  THAT WOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TODAY

[Showing off her powers again 'sigh']

☠️☠️☠️☠️  [She (Max) annoys me]  Fair

Oh boy

OC 🤣🤣  [Um.  DaphMary looking like she was heading over to OC as soon as she caught the bouquet.]  RIGHT

[Um.  UM.  THEY ACTUALLY DID THAT!!!  DAPHMARY I FREAKING LOVE YOU]  Oooooop!  Dean’s getting a new momma.  [Well, he always seems to lose one, so he needs two]  Oooof  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Ooop-  Somethings missing on miss presses neck 🙂

“You first”  Heart eyes

[I.  I think we found out why she dumped him… Lickity-chicks]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  Logan’s not clueless I love it  [This is true!]

Dawwwww!  Genuine smile!  [I will give you that Max/Logan are good in this scene]  

Another dawwwww

Le gasp

Buddy HOW BOUT YOU NOT  [HE WAS TESTING IT]  “My feet work again… Lemme break em”

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Jezebel: Ok! End point! 🙃 Jam pony still are my all time favorites! Like you said it’s the Normal fic but make the girl a painting ☠️☠️ and the depression is his, you know, will to live.

Wench: lkjlkj;lkj oof

Jezebel: Also Logan was adorable in this one.  Very Tony-esque.  And his family sucks.

Wench: All true

Jezebel: But DAPHNE(MARY) 😮‍💨💕 love herrrr!

Wench: I KNOW!  I FORGOT THEY DID THAT AND JUST.  GOLD

Jezebel: OC really just be coming in and swooping up all the ladies.  Also, Max was annoying but her taking the necklace made me happy. So *sigh* 😤  I’m conflicted

Wench: This is fair!  To be honest, she’s not as bad in s1 as she is in s2.  It’s her dynamic there that causes the issue.

Jezebel: Ending note. Catlike jumping in leather = meh, goofy but believable / catlike jumping in fancy schmancy dress = the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen

[fenrhi]

Review of TDPS4 (long and salty, like fries)

I started watching TDPS4 with really, REALLY low expectations, but in an incredible feat of genius, this season disappointed me more than I could have imagined. Sure, some will say ‘S4 is a set-up season, so it will have less action in it!’ and I will answer ‘I know 12 year old children who could write fanfictions with smarter dialogues and more emotional depth than that’. It’s kinda pathetic that this is the best the writers could come up with after two years.

Did I hate absolutely everything about S4? No, but the things I did like make up a short list

THE GOOD:

- Claudia. CLAUDIA. Claudia, my babygirl, who is carrying the entire season on her back. I mean that literally: it’s HER decision to save Viren that kickstart the plot of S4. Without her, Aaravos would have zero hope of escaping his prison quickly. Claudia also has the most heartfelt moments of S4 (her conversations with Viren and Soren) and the most badass action scene (her fight with Ibis). We stan a girl that can multitask

- Speaking of Viren, I never thought S4 would take the ‘woobify’ route with him, but I was pleasantly surprised by this. His monologue in ep2 made me tear up. It was also funny seeing him struggling to adjust to the presence of two new travelling companions. My one wish for S4 was to see Viren embarking on a wacky magical adventure and it finally came true! I love winning. But I still have no idea where the writers are taking his character. I thought they were setting him up as an obstacle on Claudia’s path, trying to stop her journey to free Aaravos out of love for her. But the last episode of S4 also shows Viren back to his ‘corrupted’ form and grinning like a villain? I don’t know. See you in five years I guess

- Aaravos only had two minutes of screentime, which he used to possess Callum, taunt his friends and family, and break The Mirror. Legends only

- The Earth elves’ country was pretty

- Rex Igneous has won the title of Least Annoying Archdragon

- The animation got better? I think?

THE BAD:

- god where to start with this one

- I have always found this show’s jokes cringe but damn, they reached a new low in S4. Not only that, but S4 too often undercut the ‘seriousness’ of the message it’s trying to convey by including stupid jokes at the wrong moment. It just makes me shrivel up and die inside

- The tonal dissonance of S3 is still present in S4, and all it accomplishes is making me root for the villains instead of the Good Guys. Ez is happily eating jelly tarts at the castle with his friends, while Claudia tearfully explains the suffering she had to go through in order to finish the resurrection spell for Viren. Gee, I wonder which character I will feel emotionally invested in 🤔

- Why isn’t Dark Fam the main characters? They should have been the main characters

- Everyone got hit by the Idiot Ball in S4, but with varying degrees of intensity. You got unfunny miscommunication plots. You got Soren turning into Comic Relief. You got Janai not knowing sign language despite dating a mute human for years. You got Amaya comparing a sacred elf ritual to candles on a birthday cake……

- You know how a video game will throw dull sidequests at you to keep you busy because you’re not supposed to defeat the Final Boss and finish the video game in less than ten hours? This is how S4 feels like. It feels like a lot of things happened but also nothing happened

- S4 straight up says Rayla disappeared for two years and accomplished nothing. Such good writing! Much talent! Wow!

- Ez’s speech in ep3 could have been inspiring if it was in any other show. Because he talks about ‘carrying anger, pain and love in your heart while striving for a peaceful future’ while apparently not knowing Zubeia killed his fucking dad. I want to bang my head on a wall

- The Lucia plotline was…..awkward to say it nicely. It was another case of ‘humans are so stupid and violent, elves are kind and patient’

- I honestly feel like all these inclusions of diversity (J*naya, Terry etc) are a way to distract the viewers from the terrible writing

- ‘Who cares about the story?! This show has gay characters in it uwu’ but unironically

- S4 still gleefully ignores that Elves are historically the ‘oppressor group’ and make sure to portray everyone taking shit about elves as stupid or evil (Claudia, Rex Igneous etc)

- S4 totally forgot about the human kingdoms and Kasef. RIP king you were too good for this show

[valsvalentine]

Feelings??

Yuji Itadori x fem!reader

ʚ summary. Your crush asks to call— anyone else would’ve been ecstatic; but you?? Hell no. Trying to keep your anonymous title would be harder, your voice being a dead give away so you resort to trying to ‘change your voice’ which goes.. okay???

ʚ genre. fluff

ʚ A/N. lmao how are you guys even reading this ‘series’ ??? like its so bad goodbye.

ʚ warning. not proof read, strong language, might be OOC characters

part I .. part II .. part III

Agreeing to calling your crush wasn’t something you planned on doing so soon— well to be truthful you never planned it in the first place. You weren’t stupid, you knew your voice would be a dead give away yet you still agreed like the idiot you were. His name suddenly popped up on your screen, your ringtone echoing through your ears as your hands slowly start to shake and sweat.

You clear your throat, trying to make your voice s bit higher to make it sound weird and join the call. You quickly mute yourself, waiting for him to say something when you hear a bit of a shy ‘hi’ come through the screen.

“Hi.” You answer back, internally cringing at the sound of your voice being so high. A giggle escapes Yujis lips and in between said giggled he speaks up; “Is this your poor attempt at distorting your voice?” He chuckles and takes a deep breath to calm his laughter down. You scoff, rolling your eyes— not like he could see— and chuckle along with him. “Hey! I’m not that easy to trick. My voice would’ve been too much of a hint you idiot.” You state and smile softly, kicking your feet whilst laying on your stomach. “Yet you still agreed to call with me.” He teases, chuckling yet again. “Bye I’m ending this call you are no fun.” You say and he quickly stutters out an apology— while trying his best to not laugh right in your face yet again.

“Okay, okay relax. I’m sorry jeez.” He giggled; “ Well, how did the sports day go for you?” He asked curiously and waited patiently for you to answer. “It was okay I guess. The heat was unbearable” You groan, happy that you didn’t have to be in that heat anymore and that you were now in your bedroom which had a small fan next to your bed. “Yeah for real, I pitied the people I saw running the relay race, they were going through all the stages of grief in those 15 minutes.” You chuckle at his statement, nodding along. “I can imagine.” You answer carefully so you don’t reveal you were quite literally a few meters away from him.

“But today was good in some way—“ He started, a smirk on his face. Yeah forgot to mention that he had his camera turned on while you kept it off for very obvious reasons. “Go on..?” You ask hesitantly. “I have narrowed down the list on who you might be!” He smiled, looking like a child who got promised candy if he did his homework. You on the other hand were mortified. He narrowed down the list? And so soon??

“Ohh and who is on that ‘suspect list’ of yours?” You ask, praying to god your name wouldn’t be mentioned at all. He listed off a few names of girls you’ve vaguely heard of or saw at the sports event yesterday but your name was no where to be found. A sigh of relief was about to escape your lips when he spoke up again; “Hmm, I have one more suspect but I’m still not sure about her that much. Her name was L/N Y/N, a girl that was helping around with the relay race with me!” He said cheerfully and spun around in his ‘gaming’ chair. “Oh right I saw her today too. She goes to a few of my classes but I don’t know much about the girl.” You play off while nervously rubbing your legs that have gotten cold all of a sudden from the slight anxiety rising in you.

“Cool, cool.” He said, a bit suspicious of you but let you off. You talked for a while, enjoying each other’s company and talking about the most random things ever. Yuji decided it was getting late and ended the call with you after saying your goodbyes, a sigh of relief escaping your lips.

You write a quick message to Nobara, summarising the whole call before deciding you should just go to sleep for the night and push away all of your thoughts to the back of your mind.

The weekend finally came around and you were just lazily laying in bed, relaxing after the tiring first week of school. Teachers were being insufferable, always yelling at everyone and handing out assignments left and right as if we don’t have lives of our own outside of school.

A faint buzzing noise came from your bedside table; Nobara was calling you. You pick up the phone, instantly being greeted by the woman in quite a cheerful voice. “Heyy N/N! I’m calling you ask if you’d like to come with me and a few others to that new cafe that opened up a few weeks ago?” You huff a bit, being too tired to even get up but you decide going out wouldn’t be such a bad idea and you knew you would regret not going a few hours later. “Yeah sure, when and where do we meet up?” You ask and roll out of bed, heading to the bathroom. “I’ll text you the details, can’t wait to see you~” She said and hung up, leaving you to get ready for the day.

Taking a quick shower and doing some skin care you decide to put on some of the new clothes you bought just a few days ago, styling your hair before adding the final touches to everything and head to the train station where everyone was supposed to meet up.

As you slowly walk to the station you realise you didn’t really know who was going. Maki would most likely be coming but who else? Well theres no turning back now.

Nobara was standing outside the station, waving you over with a smile while Maki stood next to her and waved your way. “Heyy I’m so glad you could make it.” She said as she pulled you into a quick embrace and pulled away. Your mind quickly drifts to the one question you had in mind the whole way here and decide to speak up; “Oh and I wanted to ask who is coming along with us?” You ask curiously and wait for the girl to answer. She point behind you and with a quick turn of your head you notice a group of people walking your way. Yuji caught your eyes instantly, a faint blush appearing on your face before your gaze drifted to everyone else. Megumi, Toge, Yuuta and Tsumiki— Megumi’s sister. Everyone greeted each other, along with a few awkward introductions since you weren’t quite part of Nobaras friend group, only really knowing Maki out of everyone else. You all walked to the train that would be taking you to the next town a few minutes away where the cafe was located, standing on the platform the train should be arriving at.

The train finally arrived and you all got on, splitting into groups of two since you couldn’t find seats for your whole group, you ending up with Yuji of course.

An awkward silence enveloped you both as you sat down on some random free seats, watching as the train moved past a small village before going into a tunnel. Your thoughts got interrupted by Yuji who had decided to break this awkward silence.

“So what are you hoping to get at the cafe?” He asked awkwardly and looked your way, fiddling a bit with his fingers. You think for a moment before thinking of your favourite drink you usually get when going out to cafes. “Well I wouldn’t mind trying something new but if nothing sparks my interest i’ll probably just order a f/d or just some ice tea.” You respond, smiling a bit. “What about you?” He answered almost instantly, naming something strawberry flavoured before you shifted the conversation to something else, chatting for the rest of the ride.

When it was time to get off you and Yuji pushed through the crowd of people which was difficult to do since everyone was so crammed together. A hand suddenly held yours, pulling you through the crowd and out the train with quite a strong grip, a blush forming on your cheeks as Yuji unconsciously squeezes your hand before letting go. “I— um sorry.” He said, rubbing his neck before motioning for you to walk with him to the others.

Once everyone got together you all walked for about 10 minutes before getting to the cafe; you being in charge of getting a table while Nobara ordered your drink for you.

You sat down at a larger table for bigger groups of people and waited patiently for everyone to sit down, Nobara sitting on your right and Maki on your left. Across from you sat Megumi, next to him was Yuji and on his left sat Toge. Tsumiki and Yuuta sat across from each other on the shorter sides of the table.

Everyone chatted, talking about school and things they were planning to do during the winter holidays. You listened in on the conversations, sometimes saying something but you mostly decided to keep quiet which you didn’t really mind

Yuji spoku up, looking at you with a bit of a mischievous look; one you couldn’t quite describe. “Hey N/N what did you get? Could I try?” He asked before grabbing your drink and sipping some of it through your straw. ‘An indirect kiss.’ What a cheeky bastard. Well two could play that game. “It’s f/d, what did you get?” You ask with a bit of a fake smile and grabbed his drink, a sweet taste of strawberry hitting you. Nobara kicked your leg under the table as you slid the drink back to Yuji, a very surprised and crazy look on her face. You just shrugged at her as everyone went back to their own thing while you and Yuji exchanged glances with each other throughout your time at the cafe.

When it was time to leave you all decided on going to the arcade which was not that far from where you were— maybe a 15 minute walk. Most of the group split into duos or trios, chatting along the way to make the walk go by faster. Nobara eyed Yuji, winking at you before going right back to freaking out about the interaction the two of you shared just minutes before.

“How are you not freaking out right now?” She whisper-yelled, elbowing you in the ribs. You glared at her before sighing. “I don’t know, I think it hasn’t quite hit me yet.” You said truthfully— knowing this whole incident would hit you in the dead of night, keeping you awake. “And plus, I need to stay cool because he will find out who I am, remember? My whole anonymous persona?” You remind her, careful so only she hears you and no one else. She groans, rolling her eyes at the reminder. “Well maybe you should just square up and confess!” You hush her quickly, playfully pushing her and shrug. “Maybe.” You say and end the whole discussion about your little crush on the boy.

The arcade was loud; bright, flickering lights everywhere you looked with children running around and the paranoid parents trying to run after them. Screams, laughter, chatter and the sound of machines filled your ears and everything looked so hypnotic. ‘No wonder people come out of here with empty pockets.’ You think to yourself as you notice the prices of everything along with how apatizing all the food in the bufet looked. Everyone decided on meeting up together in about two hours outside the arcade, having more than enough time to have all the fun in the world.

Everyone either went alone or as a duo, you yourself walking to one of the Dance stage fusion machines and noticed you wouldn’t have anyone to dance with. You thought about backing out, thinking it would be awkward just dancing alone before pink hair came into view. “Come on I love this game! I’m so gonna beat you.” He smirked, suddenly the air shifting as a burst of competitiveness suddenly sparked somewhere within you. “You’re on candy floss.” You smirked as he raised a brow at the silly nickname. “Candy floss?” You giggled, getting ready to play the game as you imserted the coins to play. “Yeah, cuz your hair is pink just like the candy.” Before Yuji could reply the game suddenly started, catching him off guard as the sound of upbeat music filled his ears.

Yuji mostly kept his eyes on you, which you hadn’t quite noticed since you kept your attention on the game itself. His heart felt like it was going to jump out of his chest— and no it wasn’t because of the intense movement his body was making but it was because of you.

He noticed all the small details he hadn’t had the chance to ever notice before. He noticed you in his classes long ago after two of his friends had approached you one day and ever since then it was like you were everywhere. He analysed you like you were some type of art piece— noticing all the small details and imperfections on your face and body. To him all those details and imperfections were beautiful, and once this anonymous person had messaged him— he could only pray it was you who was behind this whole incognito scheme. He truly was ecstatic once he was sure you could be the person he was looking for but that was yet to be confirmed.

Two hours went by faster than ever, your time usually being spent with the pink haired boy playing the most random games you both sucked at. You were all at the train station, waiting for a train to come by and finally get some well deserved rest after the day. You couldn’t be mroe excited to lay in bed and maybe text Yuji but you knew it would be too suspicious to text him right as you get home, so you decided on just texting him tommorow morning.

Yuji on the other hand was freaking out. Should he ask for your number? What if you reject him? Does he just ask for some kind of social media? He truly doesn’t know. His usual confident and out going personality seemed to disappear every time you were around and he hated it. He decided to just let it be and try planning hang outs more often through Nobara. The anonymous person was quite the mystery for him. What if it wasn’t you? What if he has to reject that person? What if he suddenly starts to like that person more? There were all these questions roaming inside his head like unwanted guests that were just left unanswered, destined to keep him awake at the late hours of the night.

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