#i am dead serious i want merch

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Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You

A Ballerina's Tale Fic

AN: Jack learns that love at first sight is definitely real

Synopsis: From the time Jack first spotted you at his concert on the Confetti tour, he just knew you were the one for him even if no one else believes it

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Dancer!Reader

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You had just finished putting the final touches on your makeup when Camila came bouncing into your room smiling at you and took a seat on your bed.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going tonight yet?" You curiously asked before taking your bonnet off to do your hair.

"No, it's a surprise. I know that you've been working really hard and my best friend deserves to have something nice done for her since she's always doing things for everyone else around her."

"I just do what needs to be done." You said while shrugging before looking down at your outfit which consisted of a black mesh crop top, ripped boyfriend jeans, and black and white New Balance 550's.

"You don't give yourself enough credit and come on because we need to get there early if we want a good spot."

"A good spot for what?!"

"Nice try. Not telling." 

It was getting close to 6 pm and you were still confused on what was going on and Camila wasn't budging on telling you anything. And you were getting tired of standing in line. It wasn't until you kept seeing people in Jack Harlow merch that you finally caught on.

"Camila!?!?" You squealed and she just looked at you confused.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Is my surprise Jack Harlow?"

"Hmm, maybe."

"CAMILA!"

"Fine, yes! I made us leave early so we could get in the front."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!!" You said while tackling her in a hug and she quickly embraced you back.

"I saw where your future husband was going to be here so I immediately tried to hurry up and buy the tickets. It's the least I could do for you."

When the doors finally opened, the two of you made a beeline to the front of the barricade so that the two of you would be able to see and made a decision to go to the merch stand before the two of you left.

"Shit, I'm glad we left when we did since it helped us to be in the front of the line." Camila said while looking around as the two of you were now surrounded by an entire crowd of people.

"Yeah, that was smart."

"So, aren't you happy you called out of work tonight?"

"Definitely."

When Jack hit the stage, you were nothing but smiles and Camila was just happy that you could get a break even if it was only for one night.

This wasn't the first concert of his that you had been to, and knew that it wasn't going to be the last. It always took you an extended period of time in order to save up to go to concerts because of everything you had to pay for. You had to keep a roof over your head, your mother’s and your little brothers. It wasn’t the fact that you absolutely had to do that but you were going to make sure your brothers had everything that they needed. 

The two of you were dead center in the front row and you couldn't help but notice that it seemed like Jack kept looking at you and you could have sworn that he sent a wink your way.

Or maybe it was just your imagination.

You put the thought in the back of your mind, until Camila brought up your suspicions.

"He is most definitely staring at you and that wink he did was all for you too."

"Do you not see how many people are in here? Let's be serious Mila."

"I am being serious! Maybe it's because your boobs are sitting perfectly. I knew what I was doing when I picked out that shirt."

"Bye Mila." You just shook your head and rolled your eyes at her.

"What did I do!? I'm trying to help you marry your favorite rapper!"

"Once again, let's be serious. There is no way in hell that I have a chance with him."

"You always sell yourself short and you have no idea how amazing you actually are. You never know what the future holds."

Your suspicions were true and Jack was definitely staring at you the entire night. He made a note in the back of his mind to try and find you after the show ends and hopefully be able to talk to you.

What he didn't expect was who he assumed to be your best friend to whisk you away almost immediately and he lost sight of you.

He didn't know what it was, but he was immediately drawn to you. He swears when the two of you locked eyes, that was it for him and he wanted to know your name and get to know you better.

If it was meant to be, the two of you would cross paths again, and Jack couldn't wait for it to happen. 

—

There Jack was sitting with Drake in V.I.P.  at Magic City to celebrate Drake’s birthday when he spotted you walk in.

His jaw immediately hit the floor.

Your hair was a little bit longer, but there was no denying that you were the same girl that caught his eye when he first saw you at his concert.

Hearing Urban's voice quickly got him out of his trance. 

"What in the world are you staring at?" Urban asked his best friend since he had been distracted for the last fifteen minutes.

"That girl right there." Jack answered, nodding his head in your direction.

Pardon the way that I stare (The way that I stare)

There's nothing else to compare

The sight of you leaves me weak

There are no words left to speak (Words left to speak)

"Well, go get her." Urban replied while shrugging. Jack went and got any girl he wanted any other time so why should this time be any different?

"Hold on, I can get them to come to us." Drake said, grabbing the attention of one of the bottle girls and asked her to bring the two of you over to V.I.P.

Not even ten minutes later, you were following Camila into the V.I.P. area and she was all smiles while you just wanted to go home.

Until you made eye contact with him and his heart was doing backflips.

He waved you over to come and sit by him while of course Camila went straight to Drake.

"What's your name, pretty girl?" Jack asked while smiling at you.

"Y/N. And my best friend over there is Camila." Jack just knew that you could probably hear his heart about to burst out of his chest. Your voice was angelic and he couldn’t get enough of hearing it. 

"But I didn't ask about your best friend, I asked about you. You enjoying yourself?"

"I'll be honest. I kinda wanted to stay at home and watch Netflix, but she dragged me."

"I'm happy you came, otherwise we would have never met."

By Jack saying this, you instantly got a smile on your face.

"So tell me all about Y/N. You in school?"

"Nope."

"Okay what you do?"

"I'm a dancer and quick question, are you a cancer?"

"Hell nah. Where you dance at?"

"Blue Flame, that shit be jam packed."

"Damn facts? So where your man at?"

"What's that?" You asked before you started to laugh, giving Jack a dumbfounded look.

"I don't need a man, she my other half. We got something not a lot of others have and I feel like I knew her from the past. I mean at this point we're like lesbians." You said and laughed once again.

"Hmm, you sure about that? Look and see for yourself."

You looked over to see Camila all over Drake and he was loving every minute of it.

"Doesn't surprise me at all. She gets like that sometimes."

"What days you dance at Blue Flame?"

"Friday through Sunday with an occasional weekday thrown in there."

"I'll be here for a few weeks so I might have to take you up on that offer."

"I'll be sure to keep an eye out for you. And private dances are extra if you were wondering. Are you in Atlanta often?" You curiously asked and Jack simply nodded.

"That's fine. You're the only person I want to see anyway. And I definitely look at it like a second home."

You were usually shy so the fact that you were just having a conversation with your celebrity crush and not falling out was surprising.

"I think I caught on since I know that you've been eyeing me since I walked through the door."

"Damn, and here I was thinking I was being discreet." Jack replied while laughing.

"It's okay. I feel that you're someone who goes after what he wants." You said and Jack moved closer to you if that was even possible.

"And what do you think I want?" He whispered in your ear and you felt the floodgates opening up down below.

"Let's take a wild guess and say me."

You don't know where all of this confidence was coming from, but you were grateful for it.

The last thing you wanted to do was look like a fool in front of him.

Jack simply laughed before kissing the shell of your ear.

"I think we have a winner."

"Hmm so, why don't we leave and I can give you a little preview of a dance I've been working on."

Without a second thought, Jack was on his feet and held out his hand to help you up.

This caught Camila's attention.

"Damn, it actually looks like my bestie is living a little. Jack, you better take care of my girl."

"You definitely don't have to worry about that." 

You and Jack had been together for at least a month now when he was approached by Neelam one morning. She was shifting her weight back and forth and Jack was not paying her any attention. He figured if she had something to say then she would say it. 

"I… I don't want to get in your business." And there it is. 

"Then don't."

"But… a stripper? Really?"

"Why does everyone have a problem with what her profession is? It's not like she's out here having sex with the people she dances for."

"You don't know that, she's probably a gold digger who is going to hurt you in the end."

"Do you know how much money she makes in one night? Being a gold digger is at the very bottom of her list."

"Look, I'm just trying to protect you and a few other people agree with me. We just want the best for you and not to do anything to mess up your career. You've worked so hard for this and shouldn't let a girl ruin that."

"I can focus on my girl and my career and it's no one else's fucking business. I'm not going to stop seeing her just because a few people don't like it. None of you even know her and I haven't even brought her around. But I guess if all of you feel like this and don't care to see me happy then I won't. Judging someone and you don't even know her."

“Look, I don’t want to upset you.”

“Too late for that.”

“But Jack if you decide to go public with this girl, which you should most definitely NOT do, how do you think it’s going to look?”

“And why do I give a fuck? I mean seriously. I like her for her. She does what she has to do to make a living.”

“Your image, that's why! You’ll be making my job ten times harder.”

“Oh, so this is about you now?”

“Jack, that isn’t what I meant.” Neelam said while blowing out a defeated sigh. 

“Sounds like it. So I just have to go along with what everyone else wants me to do and not be happy?”

“No… I….”

“She is about to be here in thirty minutes and she’s excited to meet all of you. So I suggest you and whoever else has a problem with someone that they don’t even know get their shit together and be nice to her. Because if she tells me otherwise it’s going to be a problem. Don’t mess this up for me. This has been my most serious relationship since fucking high school. I will never forgive yall if yall fuck this up and run her off.”

“She’s a stripper, you can literally find one in every city!”

“We’re done with this conversation and I meant what I said.”

“Fine.”

Jack had invited you to come with him while he did a few festival shows and you were able to get off for two weeks in order to spend time with him. In order to be able to make sure all your bills were covered, you taught the little ones in the morning and had been at Blue Flame consistently every night for three weeks straight. You admit that you were nervous meeting everyone else because the only person that you had been around besides Jack was Urban. He quickly took to you once he saw how happy you made his best friend and didn’t judge you on what your profession was.

That was the main thing that you were scared of. You weren’t embarrassed and absolutely loved what you did, but when you told people when they asked what your profession was people tended to look down on you and that is the last thing you wanted from anyone on Jack’s team because you knew how important they all were to him and wanted to make a good impression. You couldn’t pursue your dreams of being a ballerina so this was the next best thing, you got to dance and pay your bills. 

You weren’t going to do this forever, just until you made enough in order to be able to open your own dance studio.

Then being an exotic dancer would be a thing of the past. 

It was early in the day and the festival wasn’t until about 4 in the afternoon, so Jack decided himself that he would go and get you from the airport and you couldn’t help but laugh at his”disguise” when you saw him. Or lack thereof.

“Baby, that’s not supposed to be a disguise is it?” You asked while looking at his sunglasses and hoodie that was attempting to cover his curls. You immediately let out a laugh.

“Look, this is all I had on short notice. I had to work with it.” He said while leaning down to kiss you before bringing you into a hug.

“Then let’s hurry up before someone actually spots you and then we’ll never be able to leave.”

You had now gotten back to the hotel, but before Jack could slide the key card in the door, you grabbed his arm to stop his movements and he looked at you concerned. 

“What’s wrong babe?”

“I.. what if they don’t like me?” You quietly asked while you were now more interested in your army green New Balance 580’s that were covering your feet. Jack’s heart dropped. 

He knew that you were an introvert and kept to yourself and he knew meeting new people sometimes

could set off your anxiety. He was actually surprised about how relaxed you were around Urban, but then again Urban had made you feel comfortable. He was nervous that the others wouldn’t.

They knew how protective they were over him and it was possible that this could turn into a dumpster fire.  

“They’re going to love you simply because you have made me the happiest that I’ve been in a long time. It’s going to be fine, okay? I’m going to let you get settled first and we’ll meet up with them later.” Jack responded as he leaned down to kiss your forehead which you gladly accepted.

“Okay, sure thing.”

You had taken a shower and gotten comfortable and was simply happy to be in the company of your boyfriend. It wasn’t ideal for you to go long stretches of time without seeing him, but you knew that his job was demanding. There was no way in the world that you would ever let him put you before his career. Jack didn’t let a day go by without calling you despite the time differences. He made it known every single day how important you were to him and you did the exact same thing.

You thanked Camila every day for dragging you to Drake’s birthday party because who knew that it would lead to this?

It was now around noon and Jack had told you earlier that the two of you would meet up with everyone else around one in order to be able to get food and for them to meet you before his show later. 

“Babe?” You asked, poking Jack’s side. He had his eyes closed and you were curled into him and you could tell he was tired.

“Hmm?”

“It’s 12, should we start getting ready?”

“No.”

“What, why?”

“Because I want to have you to myself for a few more minutes before I have to share you with everyone else.” You couldn’t help but to laugh.

“You have me for two weeks.”

“And that isn’t anywhere near long enough, so I have to soak in every second I can with you.”

“You are such a simp and I love it.”

“I’m just being honest. But I guess we can start getting ready.”

All of you were now sitting in a restaurant by the water and it was absolutely gorgeous. However, you were a ball of nerves no matter how much Jack and Urban tried to reassure you that everything would be fine. 

“Oh, so you’re Jack’s girl who we keep hearing about?”

“Yes, I’m Y/N, and I’m guessing your Ace? It’s nice to meet you.”

“Where did he meet you again?” Nemo asked while eyeing you.

“Drake’s birthday party in Atlanta awhile back.”

“Oh, were you like the entertainm….” Urban immediately nudged Neelam to get her to stop and not finish her sentence, but you caught it anyway.

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked, looking confused. This was going just as terrible as you thought it would. 

“She came with her best friend Camila and they were both with us in V.I.P.” Urban quickly chimed in, saving you from having to answer.

“How did they even get in the party and who in the world got them in V.I.P.? Wasn’t it an invitation-only type thing?” 2fo asked.

Just then you heard Jack’s voice behind you as he came back from the bathroom. 

“Because I saw her when she came in the door and asked the bottle girl to go and get her for me. Any more questions or are yall done being nosey?”

“We’re just trying to get to know her.”

You were now extremely uncomfortable and tried not to show it on your face as Jack sat down next to you.

I mean you did understand to a certain extent. They only wanted the best for him and that's fair. Just then you got a text and looked down to see that it was Urban.

Urban- We're all just extremely protective of him. They'll warm up to you soon.

You- If you say so, that felt like I committed a crime and was being questioned.

Urban- It’ll get better

“Okay, I’m just going to go ahead and say it since yall are too scared. What are your intentions Y/N? It’s obviously not money because strippers can make a lot of money, at least that’s what I’ve heard. He has worked entirely too hard for someone to just come in here and ruin his career.”

Your jaw was on the floor and Jack looked at Neelam with wide eyes as she was sitting directly across from the two of you.

“Wait, she’s a stripper?”

“At Blue Flame!”

“Oh, I love that place. I think they actually have better food than Magic City.”

“Lies you tell! They have nothing on Magic City’s buffalo wings.”

“What the? The lemon pepper ones?! Come on, now. Nothing is touching those.”

As Shloob and 2fo went back and forth debating on who had the best food between the two strip clubs, Jack was at his wits end. 

“NEELAM!” Jack exclaimed while Urban just hung his head from his place on the other side of you. 

“WHAT? DON’T NEELAM ME! I’m just being honest. Like you could literally have any girl you want and that’s what you settle for? I have to protect you and that’s what we all want to do. You can understand why that is right? We want the best for you so why can’t you see that? Y/N this is literally nothing against you, it isn’t.” 

“Nothing against me? It sure sounds like it is. Settle? You think that he’s settling with me? You don’t even know me. That was rude as hell of you to ask me and if you were wondering I have nothing but good intentions in this relationship not that it’s any of your business.” You said getting up from the table and Jack sighed before getting up to follow you.

“I asked yall to do this one got damn thing. Get to know her because she was excited to meet all of you and what did yall do? Fuck that up.” 

Later that night, the two of you were laying down in a comfortable silence and Jack knew that he had to be the one to break it. That of course upset you for the rest of the day and you couldn’t even truly enjoy his set like you wanted to because what Neelam said earlier was playing on a continuous loop in your head. You didn’t even bother making conversation with them as you were attempting to watch Jack perform and if someone asked you something, you kept the answer short and sweet.

It looks like you had thirteen more days to deal with this.

But if this relationship lasted long like you wanted it to, it would be a lot longer. 

At least you could hang around Urban since you knew he at least liked you.

You didn’t think that the others didn’t, it’s just that you knew that Jack’s image meant everything to him and that because of society’s standards, he would probably be facing a lot of backlash if this relationship were to go public.

You could see both sides, however, there is no room for judgment especially when they don’t even know you.

“Baby girl?”

“I told you that they wouldn’t like me.”

“That’s not it, they’re just protective of me. We’re like that with each other. Don’t get me wrong because I am not making excuses for them at all. What she said was outta pocket and she should have kept that to herself.”

“Can we just move on? I don’t want to even think about it anymore.”

Oh, pretty baby, don't let me down I pray

Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay

The next seven months couldn’t have been a happier time for you and it seemed as if you were on cloud nine. You came to the conclusion that you only had to work at Blue Flame for another year or so until you would be able to purchase your dance studio and that doing this would be a thing of the past. You would still help out your mother and brothers whenever you could, but it was time for you to be able to focus on yourself. You hadn’t been able to do that since you were fourteen and it was long overdue.

You were definitely a lot closer to Jack’s team and even you and Neelam had made up when she saw that what you had said in the beginning turned out to be true with only having good intentions. You made sure to still keep a little distance between the two of you just in case, but you had a forgiving heart despite how people may act towards you.

You were confused as to why Jack had been ignoring you and dodging your calls. You had a difficult few days and needed to talk to your boyfriend, but he was nowhere to be found. 

The two of you did not go a day without talking to each other so you were definitely confused and needed an explanation as to why he was acting the way that he was. 

It wasn’t until you got this message that your entire world was crumbling right before your eyes.

Jack- Y/N, I didn’t want to do this over a text but, I have a lot of things going on and I feel as though we need to take a break from our relationship for a while.

You- Jack, where is this coming from? Did something happen? Let me know so I can fix it

Jack- I didn’t realize you did more than dance with your clients

You- What the hell is that supposed to mean? Baby, please explain because I don’t understand.

Jack- The fact that you thought you could be in a relationship with me and fuck other people is beyond me, so we’re done

You- Jack, I have no idea who told you that, but it isn’t true

You- Come on, don’t do this to us

You- Jack, please just call me so I can explain. I don’t understand why someone would tell you that because it isn’t true. 

You- Baby, please answer me

Tears immediately filled your eyes and you were beyond confused and you then realized that Jack had blocked your number.

Jack on the other hand was running his hands through his curls clearly frustrated at the situation before him.

You and Camila were close and he knew that the two of you knew each other like the back of your hands. So, why would she have a reason to lie to him about what you were doing behind his back?

He admits that you put up a good front and acted as if you had no idea what he was talking about, but the pictures that Camila attached? There was absolutely no denying that the girl in the pictures were you and that you got a little too close to your clients for Jack’s liking.

Urban could tell that something was bothering Jack, but he figured that it had to do with you when he hadn’t mentioned you in over a week. Which was never the case, because he could never shut up about you for a total of five minutes. 

“What is going on with you? And I thought Y/N was coming this week?”

“She cheated on me.”

At that moment, Neelam was passing by the two of them and couldn’t help but overhear what Jack had said.

“What?! I don’t believe that for a second.” Urban said clearly confused.

“Well, believe it. Camila told me.”

“Not going to lie, Camila has given me weird vibes ever since we met her. I get that’s her best friend, but I don’t know. Do you think that she might have been jealous of the two of you and trying to get you to break up with her?”

“No, they talk about each other like they’re legit soulmates. I never got a weird vibe from her.”

“I don’t know, Jack. This seems a little sketchy to me. I know I might not know Y/N as good as you do, but from my understanding, she wouldn’t cheat on you.”

All Jack did was simply shrug.

“I’ll talk to her.”

“No. I blocked her and I don’t want anything else to do with her. I guess it was too good to be true.”

Five days had passed and Jack was going through it. He would scroll through his phone looking at different pictures of the two of you for hours along with your text thread. He missed you and didn’t want to admit it to himself. But one thing he didn’t tolerate and wasn’t going to tolerate was cheating.

Just then his phone rang and he saw it was Camila.

He debated on answering her, but he figured at this point, he didn’t have anything left to lose since he had already lost his girlfriend.

“Hello?”

“Umm, Jack? Hey, it’s Camila.”

“What’s going on?”

“I… I have to tell you something and I… I know you’re going to be very mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad at you?”

“After I finish telling you this, you’ll see why.”

“I’m listening.”

“Y/N never cheated on you. I admit that I was jealous of her and that night I went down to Blue Flame and took pictures of her, but I also photoshopped them and sent them to you. I’m sorry, I know I’ve been a terrible person and a terrible friend to her. I saw how happy you two were and I.. I don’t know.”

All Jack could see was red.

“Jack, please say something. I’m so sorry. I’m just trying to make this right.”

“What… what could I possibly say to that?”

“I don’t know, but she overheard me talking about it and she kicked me out of our apartment and told me that she never wanted to see me again.”

“As she should have.”

“I know that she probably won’t forgive me and I know you probably won’t either, but I just had to tell you. Once again, I’m sorry.”

“I have to go.” Jack said and hung up without another word.

The first thing he did was unblock your number.

Now, how was he going to get you to talk to him and hopefully forgive him for how he treated you and cut you off without a second thought?

He immediately sent a text to Urban.

Jack- You were right

Urban- About?

Jack- Camila

Urban- What did she do?!

Jack- Lie and say that Y/N cheated on me when she didn’t. She admitted it.

Urban-I TOLD YOU I DIDN’T LIKE HER!

Jack- Now I know she probably isn’t even going to want to talk to me

Urban- You never know until you try

Jack- Like how fucked up is that and she had the nerve to call herself her best friend? What kind of shit is that?

Urban- Let’s just hope Y/N gives you the time of day. I told you from the beginning that what Camila said didn’t sound right. 

Jack wanted to be able to see you in person so that the two of you could talk about this, but every time he hovered over your number to call you he hesitated. He had been back in Atlanta for a day and a half and it looked as if fate had been on his side that day.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Jack recognized that voice anywhere and realized he had bumped into you. 

“Oh, hi.” You said finally making eye contact with him.

“Um, hey. Can we talk?”

“I really have to go, I….”

“Please, Y/N. I owe you an apology.”

“Jack, it’s fine, I’m fine.”

“No you aren’t and no it isn’t. Even though we were only together for eight months, I know when you’re lying to me. Just let me buy you that mocha cappuccino you like. It is Wednesday after all and you told me that you always get it after you teach your class.”

“Okay.” You quietly said as Jack followed behind you to one of your favorite hole in the wall coffee shops. 

The two of you sat down in the back corner and Jack slid your drink towards you before saying anything.

“Camila called me and told me what she did.”

“Oh.”

“Y/N… I know I should have asked you but those pictures she sent me looked so real and I just didn’t know what to think. She also told me the two of you obviously weren’t friends anymore because of what she did. I was falling in love with you and that shit hurt for me to see.”

“I’m surprised she actually confessed and you were?!.”

“She said she felt bad thinking about all that you had done for her and wanted to make it right, I guess. And I definitely was.”

“She can try to make it right all she wants, but I want nothing to do with her.”

“And that’s fair. But I want to apologize for doing that to you and acting that way towards you.” Jack said while grabbing your hand and he was honestly surprised that you didn’t pull back from him. 

“It’s just when I really needed you, you weren’t there. And I… didn’t know what to do. I confided in Camila and she was behind the entire thing.” You responded and Jack could see the tears building up in your eyes that were threatening to fall. 

“I want to make this right if you let me, and we can start over. I lost you once and I’d like for it to not happen again.”

All you did was sigh and Jack immediately became nervous.

He knew for a fact deep down that you were his soulmate ever since the two of you locked eyes at his concert.

“If someone ever says something to you about me, can you just ask me from now on instead of assuming?”

“I promise and I should have done that the first time. I’m going to make it up to you if you give me the chance.”

“Please don’t make me regret this.”

“I promise you won’t.”

“Good because otherwise my nana is going to kick your ass once she gets out of rehab.” You said while cracking a small smile. 

“Wait, what?!”

“I can’t wait for you to meet her.”

“And now I’m nervous.”

“Don’t be, she wants to meet the man who stole my heart.”

“Then just maybe I’m a little excited. I also wanted to bring up one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re going to audition for Julliard and you’re going to get in.”

It was around six in the morning and the sunlight was slowly creeping into the floor length windows. Jack had been awake for a while and was simply taking in the sight next to him.

His wife and his first born.

She was nestled between the two of you sleeping comfortably and Jack reached down to place a kiss on her forehead.

This movement caused you to stir and when you opened your eyes, you saw Jack staring at you.

“Do you always stare at me when I’m sleeping?” You asked as you closed your eyes once again.

“Ehh more or less. Can’t help it if my wife is gorgeous.”

You opened your eyes again and looked down between the two of you to see that L.O. was awake and smiling looking up at the both of you.

“Leticia, your daddy is a creep.”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

All she did was laugh and she looked between both of her parents as Jack reached over to place a kiss on your forehead too.

He then placed Leticia on his chest and she immediately cuddled into him. You looked over to see that he was deep in thought and was wondering what was going on since he got quiet all of a sudden.

“What are you thinking about?” You curiously asked while sitting up against the headboard and running a hand through his curls.

“How I knew when I first laid eyes on you that you would be my wife.”

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off you

You'd be like heaven to touch (Heaven to touch)

I wanna hold you so much (Hold you so much)

At long last, love has arrived

And I thank God I'm alive

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off you

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[eelfuneral]

After dealing with my emotions surrounding the season finale and looking at the situation from an objective point of view, I have a very strong suspicion that we have not seen the last of Tech. From both a marketing and storytelling standpoint, it makes the most sense to have this be a misdirection. This post runs a bit long, so I am going to elaborate under the cut.

First off, let’s talk marketing. Star Wars is a huge, merchandise-driven franchise, and The Bad Batch is an extremely successful part of it. It is so successful, in fact, that it remained relevant and popular while the Mandalorian, an absolute juggernaut of a show, was airing! I have also heard, anecdotally, that Disneyland has a hard time keeping Bad Batch merch in stock because it is so damn popular. Tech himself is a fan favorite and major money maker, and D/LF knows this. He is such a fan-favorite that he was frequently featured as the focal point for social media marketing for season 2, and his adorable armor is practically designed to make action figures of him sell. My point is, it wouldn’t make financial sense to kill a main character that sells so much merchandise off so early in the run of a series. Bear in mind that we are only on the second season of the show!

So why bother with leaving the audience on a cliffhanger where Tech appears dead? Two words come to mind: social media. Having a fan favorite’s fate be left up in the air is a great way to generate debate and discussion across social media platforms and keep your show trending for a long time. Trending topics have more eyes on them and often spark the curiosity of people who did not know about them before. Contemporary show runners know that a social media presence is yet another way to advertise a show, and TBB’s has been heavily marketed via social media anyways.

Having Tech’s death be a fake-out also makes sense plot-wise. First off, we didn’t see a body, and television shows often do this when they want to hint that a character may not actually be dead. This is especially true in Star Wars, where characters have survived immolation, explosions, and being cut in half. Big, main character deaths in Star Wars don’t tend to happen until the very end, and we are not quite there yet. We also don’t see much of Tech’s fall, meaning that he could have gotten dislodged from the tram car by an obstacle like a tree or fallen into water.

Second, Hemlock, a character who has been established as a dishonest manipulator of clones, was the one to break the news of Tech’s “death” by giving Hunter Tech’s goggles. As many others have established, Tech’s goggles are the most delicate part of his kit and they have an intact strap. They also sit underneath his helmet, so they would likely have to have been physically removed via human intervention. Hemlock would also see Tech, an enhanced clone, as an irresistible test subject, and Hemlock having Tech gives the writers an easy way to get into the facility where Omega and Crosshair are being kept. If I were a writer who wanted to have one of my super-soldier characters get captured and later help other characters break out of a laboratory with him, then I would go with the genius hacker/engineer.

Having Tech survive would also give us a nice parallel to the first two episodes of season 2. Tech fell and sustained a serious injury from being crushed by a box in a way that could foreshadow his current predicament. A big deal was also made about having a seriously injured Tech rescue Omega, so having a similar thing happen with higher stakes in season 3 would be a nice callback, and Star Wars LOVES callbacks.

Finally, Tech appearing to be dead, seeing the horrors of the Empire’s experiments, and returning to his family would bring additional emotional weight and character development. Losing Tech and then having him come back and tell them about what is happening to other clones just might be the push that Wrecker and Hunter need to join Echo and Rex in their fight against the Empire. Since we are in the very middle of the story, the stakes will have to be raised even further to get to the climax in the final season, and having The Bad Batch actively fight the Empire would be a good way to build up to that. Additionally, this kind of a plot would further reinforce how close this little family is by showing how lost they are without each other and how intense their emotions are when reunited, and that would make whatever happens to them at the very end (happy, sad, or bittersweet) that much more poignant.

And about those tweets from the Kiner Brothers: don’t take them as confirmation of anything. The score is one of the last things that gets added to television shows, so it is very unlikely that they have seen season 3. They also would not tell us over Twitter if they knew Tech’s fate, because they likely would have had to have signed an NDA and The Mouse is infamously paranoid about leaking spoilers. They also reiterated that they are not in the writers’ room in a recent Q&A.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics With Titles That Start With K (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

kamikaze (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: For most pirates, the Isle of Riches would sound very appealing. Not for Dan, who got too close to it and witnessed its secrets. Months later, he gets himself taken prisoner aboard Phil’s ship. He’s obnoxious, flirty, and generally a pain in the ass to all on board. But when he gets injured and is forced to let his guard down, Phil finds that Dan isn’t all that he makes himself out to be.

keep quiet (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: This feels indulgent in a way he hasn’t felt in a while. He’s tired after a night of being social, tallying up points and arguing with Phil and their friends about which countries had the best Eurovision songs, booing and complaining when their favorite didn’t win. And he’s sweaty from sleeping in close quarters. But he can’t bring himself to stop the building arousal between them.

keep the glasses on (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan has always been insecure about wearing his glasses in public, and he's kept it from his best friend for as long as he's had his glasses. Unfortunately one evening, his cover is blown when Phil stops by.

keep your feet on the ground (when your head's in the clouds) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan meets Phil at a party, except he doesn't really know that it's Phil.

Kentucky Roads (ao3) - howellesterfics

Summary: a very late smutty tour bus fic that i started in august and totally forgot about. it’s 3 am and dan is unreasonably turned on. featuring some light sexting

Kickstart My Heart (ao3) - phantasticworks (steddieworks)

Summary: Phil is having the worst flight of his life until he isn't.

Based on something Phil said in his recent liveshow.

kill dil (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: “Should we kill Dil?” (A fic about YouTube and planning and making decisions.)

Kind Of Similar (ao3) - cafephan

Summary: It’s kind of like 2009, they are apart again and spending hours staring through cameras at each other - just that Skype is as dead as the fringes and Dan is touring the world - but apart from that, practically identical.

Kindness (at the End) (ao3) - lovestillaround

Summary: A story about the Christmas Eve, a wooden chest left by Phil on the kitchen table, and a mission to get the key.

Kings - crescendohowell

Summary: Dan and Phil jokingly nominate each other for homecoming King and the entire school ships it

King of Fools - silverluminosity

Summary: Dan and Phil’s April Fools’ pranks go a little too far and cause them to venture into some previously unexplored territory.

king of packed lunches (ao3) - watergator

Summary: phil wants to be a TikTok Mom™

kinky week (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: It's like spooky week, but instead of videos and scary games I'm just writing five really* kinky things.

Kintsukuroi (ao3) - Silent_kill_joy

Summary: That's the most beautiful thing in the world:

When two people become fluent in choosing each other...

-Hb

Kiss It Better (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: Dan could keep doing this for hours, if it didn’t tire him out. Maybe even then, he could, because there’s something about hearing and feeling this lustfulness from Phil that makes it easy to let go of everything else.

kiss me in the dark tonight (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan's selling merch for a local dj and crushing on the dj's brother

kiss me just to kiss me (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Phil knows it’s serious. He knows he’s serious about Dan in that way he gets about people because he is so painfully afraid of messing things up. Dan came all this way just to see him, but he didn’t come all this way just to see him, and the least Phil can do is show him a good time.

Kiss-Me-Quick (ao3) - strawberrysunflower

Summary: “I should be lounging out on a beach right now.”

“You can lounge out on a beach! Look, the Golden Mile’s down there. Only watch out for donkeys. And stray Stella cans.”

It’s probably not the greatest advertisement of the town, Phil realises. Who needs Portugal when you can come to Costa Del Blackpool instead?

kissing on the kitchen floor, our friendship up against the ropes (ao3) - glasseslouis

Summary: it's 2009, dan still can't fully comprehend that he's sat in phil's bedroom filming pinof, and they decide to indulge themselves.

kitchen counter (ao3) - ordanary (ghostsofjersey)

Summary: Phil asks Dan to come up north with him for Christmas, some realizations are made in the kitchen, and now Nigel owes Kath twenty pounds.

Kitchen Tiles (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: He regrets not realizing sooner, he regrets not listening to his heart more closely, he regrets not picking up on a single one of the countless little but painstakingly clear signs, regrets not being honest with himself until now. But it’s of no use, because it is what it is, and all they have now is a few weeks. After all the months and years, now all they have is weeks.

Knew I'd Find You Again (ao3) - AnironSidh

Summary: In the twilight of the Russian Empire, the younger son of Czar Nigel Lestov finds an unlikely friend in a kitchen boy with a very different past. Philip Lestov has no idea what is to come, this future with his new friend stretching out as far as he can see, and Daniel Howlov gets a glimpse at a world so far from his own.

know what you want (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan is home, for now at least.

Koi No Yokan (ao3) - cold_cereal

Summary: Phil proposes to Dan.

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

Summer Reading/Arting/Writing Tag Game!

Thanks for tagging me @enne-uni and @writinglittlebeasts!

Describe one creative WIP project you’re planning to work on over the summer.

I am going to finish Blue like don't forget about me. I've been stuck banging my head against the three-quarter wall since April but I'm going! to finish! it! The part I'm at is so complicated and delicate I don't want to deal with it lol I honestly think I need to skip to the grand reunion that I want to write and then come back and fill it in later. Yeah that's what I'll do. I'm soooo smart it only took me 2 months to figure out what I would have told anyone else to try first thing.

Recommend a book

Network Effect by Martha Wells -- I just finished it! It's so good! You may have heard of it by the series name, The Murderbot Diaries.

Recommend a fic

okay okay okay hear me out

Bureau of Badass by Chemicallywrit and miceenscene -- It's an adventure zone [hear me out!!] 90's roller derby au that's alllll about found family. I honestly don't think you need to listen to the adventure zone to read and enjoy the everloving shit out of it. Like. Half of the protagonists are one-off characters, some of which (JULIA) are dead before the story began but are given a second chance at living in this au. It's one of my all-time favs. I printed and bound this fic (terribly, but still). I bought merch for this fic. I'm So. Serious. Give it a chance.

Recommend music

Block out an hour. Make sure you have decent quality headphones/buds and that they are charged (if necessary). Turn off the big light. Lay down on the floor. Are you comfortable? If you're not do what you need to do to become comfortable. Okay. Now listen to the entirety of Wasted Worlds & Bad Decisions by Welshly Arms from start to finish. No shuffle. No skips. Most importantly, CALL ME when you've finished number 9.

Share one piece of advice!

I save a local copy (on my computer), a cloud copy (proton drive, for the curious), and an external copy (I use an external hard drive but a flashdrive is just as good). I do this roughly twice a month. Generally whenever I remember, or if I get through a particularly difficult patch and want to lock it down everywhere I can. DON'T LEAVE YOUR WRITING/ART IN GODS HANDS!! HE IS AN ASSHOLE!!! HE WILL NOT SAVE YOU!

Tagging anyone who creates and hasn't done this yet :)

[danggirlronpa]

haiiiii :3 akane anon again. im off work now!

i agree w absolutely everything u said. she's been my fav ever for years and i have so many in depth thoughts abt how she could function on relationships w like. most of the girls. i could probably make a chart if i figured out a format.

chiakane soooo crazy. never been my main ship but ill consider anything. they r most interesting from a doomed standpoint to me...... akane as a remnant vs chiaki's existence as ai and (counting dr3 as canon which im not usually interested in doing) death before the tragedy. i think of them in almost a similar vein to the tragedy between madoka and homura except if homura was replaced by a kyoko who's a little worse w emotions. chiaki's entire being has become dedicated in one way or another to serving class 77 even if that means sacrificing herself over and over and akane has had every single meaningful relationship (or what SHOULD have been) ripped away or twisted and never having even really existed and she is so afraid of going through this again she doesn't even try and have relationships she cares about deeply (or at all!) that aren't w her siblings. so she would be PISSED to fall in love w chiaki who is already dead and doomed to die again. ive never believed the mastermind akane theory people talk abt at least fully but it IS interesting. i can make a killer chiakane au w it. w madoka magica parallels even. but ur right they can also be very very sweet. i think they would play super smash bros and akane would kinda suck at it (spams the buttons and thinks it's a pro strategy) but chiaki would let her win every once or twice. akane hears the rumours abt chiaki dating some random reserve course guy and sends the "im so happy for you and your ugly fucking boyfriend I'm serious" text after swearing to herself she doesn't even gaf

that's uh. that's a lot. im so sorry can you tell i have autism. this isn't even my favourite ship for either of them ask me about pekokane and i start growling like a rabid dog.

YES yes yes yes!! I am a HUGE Akane fan. She's the only character I have a real little collection of merch for (though that's partly just because so much merch excludes Mukuro). I didn't really attach to her the first time I played SDR2 but over time I've grown SO fond and defensive of her, she is such a sad and complex character who deserved to be treated better by her writers (and have less racist tropes associated with her. Spike Chunsoft. cough cough) and still deserves to be treated better by the fandom.

And I think you got it RIGHT on the money why I'm inclined towards Chiaki/Akane, actually. Akane has lived such a dark life that not only does she not know how to ask for help or rely on others, she doesn't even realize she needs to - for her, this is just how the world is. Akane, to me, is like the equivalent of a housecat looking at their humans and going, "They don't even know how to hunt. They're all so stupid. I have to go kill mice so they can eat. Are they even bathing themselves properly?? Licking time. Morons." She's incredibly resilient and smart within the context of the VERY SPECIFIC lifestyle she's lived.

And something really appeals to me about someone who solely exists to help people meeting Akane, thinking they can 'save' her, and slowly coming to realize that she is not dumb or unskilled just because she isn't skilled in the way they value. Learning that intelligence isn't a measure of worth and seeing & valuing Akane for who she is - and, at the same time, helping her see that some of the things she's gone through are truly, deeply traumatic, and helping her learn how to rely on others for the first time...that shit gets me. I Just Want Akane To Be Happy

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand) 

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it. 

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge. 

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too. 

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view. 

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”. 

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute. 

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets. 

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance. 

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?” 

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over. 

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae. 

looking hot, her message read. 

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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[quinncupine]

Sorry to bother but can I ask for something where the reader is on their period. I’m on mine and I want to rip my uterus out. If you have time can it maybe be with bakugo, or if you want to do headcanons that’s fine. Just something sweet and soft please🙏🥺

Girl I am feeling the flow too😞 I gotchu!

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Wanna Request something?

There's Love and then there's Chocolate

Word Count: 1,650

Relationship: Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!reader

Notes: I'm still learning how to write Bakugo so I hope you enjoy this version of him!

Warnings: period talk, cursing

"Oi," Katsuki called as he barged through the front door to your shared home, "I got the stupid stuff!"

Said stupid stuff was the box of pads you'd forgotten to restock up on last month. So you'd asked your loyal (and slightly grouchy) boyfriend to run out and get some for you. The corner store wasn't all that far away and he'd been gone way longer than you expected, so you ended up falling asleep on the couch to some background show you'd watched a million times already with a hot pad on your stomach. A mound of your softest blankets wrapped around your form like a cocoon as you rode out your miserable cramps.

When he got no answer from you, he slammed the door shut and wandered into the living room to see you curled up in the corner of the couch, dead asleep. It was too damn cute so he dropped the bag off on the dining room table and plodded over to the couch to get a better view. It seemed, no matter what you did, you were always the most beautiful sight to meet him whenever he came home.

That natural frown was replaced by a soft smile as he sat on the other end of the couch to watch you for just a bit longer. The sudden dip in the cushions jarred you awake and you sat up, flinging a few blankets on Katsuki in the process as you looked around wildly.

"Really?" he said, pulling the blanket off his head. "All that noise and sitting is what wakes you up? We need to work on your awareness skills."

"Ugh, no thanks," you groaned and fell back into the cushions, bringing your burritoed feet to rest on his lap. Usually, he would push them off and complain about it, but instead, he held onto them, fingers digging into the plush fabric. "Today sucked."

"Tell me about it." There was no bite to his words or sarcastic comments this time. Katsuki was being a little too nice today and you had your suspicions. He always seemed a little less hard on you during this time of the month, but you weren't complaining.

A curious gaze up at him from under your fortress of fabrics. "You really want to listen to me drone on about work?"

"Well, not if you put it that way." Ah, there was the bite. But even as he said it, he leaned back and readjusted your feet so they wouldn't slip off.

After the way your day had gone, you were enjoying this side to your boyfriend. You wanted to make it last as long as possible so you threw off a few blankets and crawled over to cozy up to his side. That's when he noticed what you were wearing.

"Is that my sweatshirt?" He gawked at the oversized material on you. Katsuki was a big man. Being a pro meant serious muscle, which meant that his sweatshirts were the perfect comfy clothes to wear for relaxing at home.

"Maybe," a coy smile and you pushed yourself further into his shoulder for maximum cuddles. "It's soft and it smells like you so I'm keeping it. And now we match." You poked at the material designed to resemble his hero costume. It was one of his first merch prototypes from years ago that had been sitting in the back of his closet, that is until you found it.

To your surprise, he just rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around your shoulder to pull you even closer. Not even a single growl about taking his shit. Usually, whenever you wore his stuff he would put up a whole fight until he relented.

"Whatever," he mumbled, "I like you in my colors."

"Oh shut up, you like me in any colors," you smirked, finding his giant hand slung over your shoulder. Ever so lightly, you traced your fingers over the rough calloused skin of his palm. "Thanks for running to the store."

Katsuki could only stare down at your hand ghosting over his own. Even after all the time you've been together, he still got chills every time you touched him like that. It always ignited something in his heart, something he never felt before he met you, and something that he would chase to the ends of the earth to keep. He knew for a long time that you were the one, he was just terrible with words. Action was more his style but he was trying.

"You still haven't told me about work." He said, pulling himself out of his head. "How was it?"

"Brutal," you sighed, turning his palm down so you could trace the backside of his hand. "I was running from meeting to meeting with a little chainsaw tearing through my uterus all day long. And when I wasn't running from meeting to meeting, I was buried under a mountain of paperwork." Rolling your head so you could look up at him and pull his hand close to your face until his fingers brushed your cheek. "It was exhausting and I'm glad to be home with you. But I'm also starving, what do you want to do for dinner?"

"Leave that to me. I'll start it in a minute, but-" he pulled out a small bag from his pocket and you instantly recognized the label, "-I picked this up when I was out. You can have them after dinner."

"Rosalie's Chocolates?" You perked up, the harsh realities of the day forgotten in an instant. "How'd you know I wanted those!"

When you stretched out to grab the bag, he pulled them out of your reach. "After dinner. I won't have my cooking ruined by a spoiled appetite." He unhooked himself from you and stood up.

With no support to lean on, you fell into his now empty spot. "But-" you huffed, pulling yourself up with a pout, grabbing hold of his arm. "Aww, come on babe, just one. I'm literally dying over here."

"You're not dying."

"No, but I feel like it!" After your third attempt to climb him, he easily pushed you back into the cushions with one hand. "I spent all day with a mini war raging in my gut. Torture. That's what it was. You're a hero, aren't you? Don't you have any compassion?" Draping your arm over your forehead as dramatically as you could, you let out a heavy sigh. "Oh, the humanity!"

Katsuki just rolled his eyes and turned to leave so you sniffled. He froze and turned back to look at you as a full set of waterworks was about to burst from your face.

"Please Katsuki, just one?" Yeah, as tough as he claims, he never stood a chance against you.

"Oh my god," he groaned and tossed the bag. "If it'll shut you up, then just take it. But only one and it better not ruin my food."

You were really starting to like this new agreeable Katsuki and with the chocolates now in front of you, you weren't one to question it.

"Yes, chef!" Greedily scooping up the bag, you peered inside. All your favorite sweets were just waiting to be devoured. "Have I told you how much I love you lately?" you said, staring at the chocolates with such affection that Katsuki wasn't sure if that was even directed at him.

Rosalie's Chocolates were to die for and this was something you've told Katsuki on several occasions. The only problem was that the shop was located on the other side of the city, a district you rarely had the opportunity or time to visit. So tasting these sweets was a rarity on its own, one you were planning on thoroughly enjoying.

That must've been what took him so long. He remembered how much you loved these candies and went out of his way to surprise you with them. Emotions always seemed to run rampant during your cycle, but right now, all you could feel was love towards your love.

Popping one of the rich sweets in your mouth, you closed your eyes and fell back on the couch with a huge grin. "You always know exactly what I need." you sighed a bit dreamily. "Hey, you gotta try one!" You held the bag up but he only wrinkled his nose. "Okay, I know you don't like chocolate, but you've never had this chocolate before." When he shook his head, you shrugged and stuck your hand in for another one.

A strong hand caught your wrist just as you reached in. "I said only one.” 

"And I say bite me." Sticking your tongue out, you hugged the bag close and turned away from him so he couldn't take it.

"If you say so."

With that, Katsuki grabbed your chin between two fingers and forced you to look at him. Before you could figure out what he was doing, his lips were on yours in a soft, sweet kiss. So gentle, unlike his usual fiery kisses, but it was a nice change and you melted faster than any chocolate could.

Just as he pulled away, he lightly bit your lower lip, tasting the sweetness left from the delicacy, and smirked. "I might not like chocolate, but I'd try this one again."

It took you a moment to recover and a few fluttery blinks later, you smacked his shoulder with a laugh and went to pull another one from the bag only to realize it wasn't in your hand anymore. The sneaky bastard used that kiss as a distraction to steal back the bag.

"Hey!"

He gave you a smug smile, tossing the bag up and down in his hand. "You can have it back after dinner." Then he stood up and walked into the kitchen, leaving you empty-handed on the couch with the warm sting of his little taste test on your lips. "If you're good."

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[preparetobedissapointed]

You don’t remember when exactly everything went wrong… There was a crash, and a horrible jolting sensation, and then you were soaring—

It seemed as though time had stopped briefly, and it had— Though, you didn’t know.

It started with small things. You knew you were dead, yet you felt an odd sense of deja vu. It only really clicked when you saw the date— December 5th—

…You were still alive here…

Well, not you—

Maybe it was selfish, but you wished to save yourself—

Unfortunately, you had no clue where you were—

Regardless, you had to start somewhere.

You made your way down the seemingly endless hallway, it’s not like anyone could see you, anyhow—

Except, they did.

A silver haired boy was the first to speak to you—

“Maan, never seen a ghost before. Heard of em’, but the reapers usually take care of em’ before they get here.” He says, circling you curiously.

”Bet they’d pay me plenty of Grimm, if I told em where you were!!! They’re very serious about their job, yeah?” He remarks and while you have no clue what ‘grimm’ is— You get the gist of what he’s saying and scowl.

“Rude. I’m already dead, and now you want me…even more dead? What is wrong with you?!” You hiss, crossing your arms—

He shakes his head. “No, no, no! They won’t kill ya! You’ll just— Go to the afterlife or some shit! Stayin around here will corrupt a spirit like you. In a way I’m doin’ ya a favor!!!” He says shaking his head, and you sigh.

”Tough. I’m still alive here. I need to find myself and stop me from going out that day.” You say, floating off, earning a startled look from the boy—

“Haah?! Eh!! Wait! Wait! Did ya say you were from a different timeline?! Hold it!! You’re messin’ with bad things!!! Don’t go doin’ that!!! Shit!!!!” The boy cried out as you faded into another room—

This time you found yourself face to face with a purple haired boy— He shrieked when you popped through the wall, then scowled.

”You’re not supposed to be in here. This is my room. Not some getaway or something for…ghosts…Why are you here anyways? Ghosts don’t usually make it this far….” The boy said, staring at you—

You sigh.

“Some silver haired dude wanted to sell me for grime…grimy…aaaah….umm…” You say trying to recall the odd name—

“Grimm? Sounds like you met Mammon. He’s the worst…He’ll do anything for Grimm…Like sell other demon’s special edition Ruri Chan Merch, for one.” He says, scowling.

You raise an eyebrow, and he shakes his head.

”Well, you can stay here for a bit, but only till Mammon leaves. He’s annoying. No one should have to deal with that.“ He says, sighing.

You smile.

“Thank you, umm…?“

”Levi.” The boy offers, shrugging.

You nod. When the yelling ceases, you leave the room.

”Oh~! You’re the ghost everyone is talking about~! You‘ve caused quite the stir, you know?“ A voice speaks from behind you.

You spin around, quickly—

A very pretty person stood facing you…

Or was he a demon, like that boy, Levi? —

“Awe~! Thank you. I am very pretty, aren’t ? Yes, I am a demon. Everyone here is, in fact~! Though, we’re start an exchange program soon.” The demon said, and you blanched—

He just read your mind—!

“Hmm, well I can’t if you don’t make eye contact with me. Anyways~ Lucifer asked for you. Nothing gets past him. We’re supposed to help you out till Thirteen gets here, though seeing you still alive right now…This will be interesting.”

The man said smirking and if you still had a heart, you swear it would be skipping.

You open you mouth to deny, but a tingling sensation fills you, and your mind fogs up—

When you regain your senses you‘re standing in front of another demon. He was well dressed, with dark hair, and crimson pupils—

‘This must be Lucifer…I really am in hell, then….’

You thought, wondering what exactly it was that put you here— You’d never been a particularly nice person, but you weren’t horrible either—-

The demon fixes you with a piercing look.

“You’re here solely because you continue to exist in this world. Sometimes when one passes, though incredibly rare, their regrets are strong enough that they jump to a time when they were alive. It’s highly uncommon for one to have such strong regrets when they die, so my question is…What is so worth living for, so much that you’d risk destroying your soul….”

’Destroying my soul…? Would I really do something like that…?’

You shake your head, confused—

“I really don’t remember. I just wanted to live. I remember making a promise. I promised someone I’d come home, but the details are vaguely hazy…” You explain, sighing.

He hummed in thought.

“I see. It’s not uncommon for spirits to forget thing, especially new one. Your memories are connected to your body, after all. I’m surprised you’ve not been corrupted, as well, being in our presence, but that may have to do with your existence here. Regardless, the issue at hand is that you’re where you’re not supposed to be. You can’t continue to exist here, and we can’t allow you to prevent your death. You are destined to die in 20 days, judging on your memory, so you can stay here until then…”

You try to protest, but find yourself unable to in this man’s overwhelming presence—-

[ DAY 1 ]

You ran into the silver haired boy, demon, again—

Mammon, if you remembered correctly—

He scowled at you.

’Oh great. Now he’s mad he couldn’t sell me…’

You think, and glare right back, before he bursts out laughing—

“I like ya! You’re kinda spunky, huh?” He says, laughing.

You sigh, and briefly wish you lost your ears as a ghost, too—

“Well, I don’t like you, and you’re loud.”

You say, and he laughs even more.

”Things are gonna be real fun with you here, too bad it’s only for twenty days!” He says, reminding you of your inevitable fate.

”Will it hurt? Passing on…?” You ask, and his smile fades a bit.

”I dunno…I don’t think so? I’ll never be able to pass on myself, yeah? I’m stuck here, till, well— Forever, I guess….“ He says sounding less cheerful, and suddenly you find your situation less upsetting.

”I’m sorry.” You say, frowning.

”What for? You didn’t put me here. Anyways, what’s your name, or should I just call ya Spitfire?” He says, grinning.

”It’s [Name]. You’re Mammon, correct? The purple haired one, ahh, Levi, said that—“ You say, shrugging.

He groans dramatically. “Ugh! Damn that geek!!! He even stole my opportunity to introduce myself!! Did he say anythin else about me?!!” Mammon asked, loudly.

”Hmm, oh— You’d do anything for Grimm, including selling other demon’s things, yes? I mean I kind of figured that, though. You tried to sell me, so—“ You explain, smirking.

”Why that—! And you!! You really believed all that bull?!” He says fixing you with a glower.

”I mean, it was pretty convincing.” You say, teasingly.

He growls— “When I get my hands on that pint sized bastard—! He’s gonna regret telling you that!!” He said, running off—

‘Sorry, Levi…I accidentally caused you trouble it seems…After you helped me earlier, too…’ You think, before you have an idea—

“I’ll just phase into his room, and warn him!” You say, merging with the wall—

Unfortunately, you find yourself in the wrong room—

….Purple eyes meet yours and you black out….

[DAY 2]

“You’re awake. Looks like I meddled a bit too much with your course. Sorry, pulling you here was the only way we’d be able to meet.” A tired drawl greets you, and you feel fairly tired yourself— Almost as if you were struggling to hold yourself together—

“Who—What?” You ask, eyes wide.

”You can call me Belphie. Now, I need you to do me a favor. In exchange, I’ll help you warn your current self.” He says, and when you’re about to acknowledge his proposition, a voice cuts through—

“Unfortunately, that will not be happening. [Name]. You may go.”

You feel yourself being pulled, and catch a vague glimpse of Lucifer, and the demon behind bars, before finding yourself in Levi’s room—

“What are you doing here again? Come to make fun of me? Or were you going to tell Mammon, heh? I shouldn’t have helped you, of course you’d use it agains me—“ The purple haired demon said and you lowered yourself to the floor.

“I’m sorry!!! I didn’t mean to cause trouble for you!!! I didn’t know he’d take my teasing so seriously. I’m sorry, thank you for helping me! I won’t bother you again.” You say, before fixing ti leave.

”Wait. Do you like…anime?” He asks, stopping you suddenly.

You frown, but nod.

“Tell me about anime in the human world.” He says, and you agree.

”So you’re saying he became a detective after dying to save some kid? Wow. Lame. But wait, what about that other one? The one with the guy who changes when he gets splashed? How’s that work?” He asks, and you grin.

”Well, a lot of funny situations happen. For one, he turns into a girl and his worst enemy has a crush on him when he’s a girl, and to make it worst his enemy’s crazy sister likes his guy half!!!!“ You explain, smiling—

”Human anime is very different, not what I’d expect— What about that one with the girl and the weird computer?” He asks, and you proceed to tell him all about the Wired.

After your in depth discussion about human world anime, you leave his room, promising you’ll watch one of his favorites with him later—

[DAY 3]

Once again you find yourself face to face with Mammon, but this time someone else is with him—

The figure alongside him has orange hair, and purple eyes…

Kind of like that other demon, Belphie…?

….The one who had offered to help you…

You walk past them when Mammon stops you with a shout.

“Yo! [Name]! You haven’t met Beel yet, have ya? You should come with us! I’m going to make some big Grimm today, see, Beel here can eat a lot! There’s an eating competition soon, with a big prize! Catch my drift?? If you come with, I’ll get you something cool, too! Something you can use…As long as you keep me amused with your funny comments, yeah? Like insult the other competition and stuff?” He said, grabbing your arm, you felt a chill as he passed through it—

“Guh! What was that for?! Anyway, you in? I need ya to be as mean as ya possibly can, okay??” He says, and you sigh—

”Why would I need to be mean, anyways, if your friend can eat a lot?” you point out—

“I think I can explain this one, Mammon…It’s normal for each contestant to have a commentator in big competitions like this…It’s a way to show off, I think? Like having your own cheerleader.” The orange haired one explained, and you nod—

“We don’t have that in the human world, at least not for each of us, but why should I be mean?” You ask, tilting your head.

”Ugh! Don’t ask a bunch of useless questions!!! Just be mean, okay?! Pretend like ya hate em all or somethin!” Mammon yells, sighing.

You look at Beel. “Are you okay with this? He’s using you for money, isn’t he?“ you ask, and he shrugs in response.

”I like food.” He says, and you sigh—

“Fine, I’ll help, but only so he can eat. I don’t need anything either. I’ll be gone in seventeen days, anyways.” You say, sighing.

Mammon grins.

“Good! They won’t know what hit em!!”

That evening the three of you returned, Beel slightly less hungry, Mammon with a full wallet, and you thinking maybe you’d found some friends—

[DAY 4]

The morning was unpleasant, as someone walked through you— They had been rushing somewhere and ran through your center— They stopped, briefly and looked at you—

Wow, he was pretty. His hair was black, and teal tipped, and his eyes were long lashed and—-

“-y? Are you okay?” His voice broke you out of your musings and you nod, glad for once for your inability to breath. You’d have been blushing so hard had you still been alive—

“I’m…fine…just startled.” You say, sighing.

He nods. “It’s my own fault for running through you…I heard about you briefly from Lord Diavolo, but didn’t expect to meet you quite yet. Not at all under these circumstance. I’m in a hurry right now, but I will find some way to make it up to you later.” He said and slipped off—

For some reason it felt as if he already knew you, but how could he…?

[DAY 5]

You floated through the hall, when a loud crash caught your attention—

A figure you recognized as Lucifer, walked by briskly, and you tried to catch his attention—

You sighed after failing, and thou maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to pass on— You didn’t have anything here, and the only thing you remembered was a promise—

You didn’t know why you felt the need to keep it—

“̸̧̨͓̏̇̈͐̾͘͠D̶̥͔̱̈̈́͗̿͘ỏ̸̗͓̪̗̀͊̓̂̇n̶̙̫̪̹͓̲̙̅̄͋̈̐̈̿̒̅’̶̛̝̯̗̯̟̞͎͉̾̒̾͐̋t̷͉̩̘͎͙͋̎̉̄̒̔̔̾̍̓ ̷̨̛̤͓̗̳͈̞͍̲̀͐̌̀͊͑f̸̢̥̺̗͗̌͘o̷̧̧̧͇̤̖̫͕̔͜ŕ̸̳̣̙̆̉̅̆̀̚͘g̸̛͚̗̖̲̥̬͕̦̺͇̓̿̾̊̾̏͛͠è̶͉͖̼͊̀ṯ̴͚̟̳͉̞̗͒̎ ̵̢̜͍̈͛̅͆t̴̤͒͊͂͒̊̈́̐ö̸̝̭́̈́̄̍̀͝ ̷̨̡̩̟͈̫̗͔̖̊̍ͅc̷͇͕̼̖̺̔̂͛̈́́̄͘͝ͅo̸̙̲̥̰͂̚m̶̧̬͓̯̩̹͚̲̗͋͋ę̵̟͔̳̪̐͗̏ ̸̢̙̠̻̦̃̀̒͑́h̴̟̽̽̀̐̇͑̕ö̷̜̤͖̦͚͗̂͋̔m̴̜̯̪̦̐ͅe̴̛͍̰̖̍̓̅͗̇̿͛̊̋,̸̡͖̠͚̣̓ ̴̭͎̫̳̜̐̽̔̈́͊̌̕͝ỏ̶͖͙̖͕̹͂̈́͐̄̈́̈k̶̨̧̛̝̫͍̤̑̀͐̑ͅå̸̙̮̟͐̆̎̂͌́͘͝y̶͚̹̝̓̌͑̾ͅ?̸̲͐̄̆̓ ̴͚̀͛̐͊̚͝Ì̴̳̤̖̤͛́͂̋̈́̾̽ ̵̢̰̖̩͓̖̭̂̎͛́͒̂̆d̴̼͇̱̤̺̗̭̹̹̯̐̎o̶͓̞͉̩��͖̠͚̾̃̓̌̅͆͜ͅņ̶̡͚̻͇̭̃̐̅’̶̗̩̯̠̰̽̌̾̐͝t̷̡̗͗̀̉̿̈́̕ ̴̟͎̋̍͊̍͊̾̽̋́w̷͉̫̭͍͕̲̝̆̾̈͠a̴̧̠̤̟̤̍͋̑̋̏̾n̶̺̯̰̜̲̹̪̱̒͛͆͑̇̆̈́͘t̸̬̯̬̫͔̀̈́̆ ̶͍̰͚̘̼͍̦̏̊́̈́͝t̴̢̪̦͖̤̘̓̈́́͒͂ő̷͚̝̞̳̚ ̵̥͕̠̰͒̈́̂͌̓̄͌͝b̵̰͖͑̓̊̈͌̓̀̒ȇ̶̛̼̻͎͎̗̳͍̹̐̈̓̋́̂̂͜ ̸̮̝̩̈́͝a̷̬̺̘͔̻̬̐l̷̨̹̖̦̱̐̂̑ȍ̸͓͓̞̤̗̓̓͐ͅñ̸̮̝̲͇̯̯̐̐͑e̶̡̱̻͔͛̂ ̶̲͚̎́̔́̄̇͒ͅa̵̖̅̏̿̚͜͝ǹ̵͈̺͎̙͖̄̓̐̽̎̾ͅẏ̸̢̻͎͕͌͗̀̅̆͝͠m̷͈̒̎͠ỏ̷̢̻͉̬̫̠̳̦̱͙͋̑̓͊͐̾̊͘ȑ̵͓̘̱̟͓̥̈́̉̃͑̚ē̴̡͖̈́̒̓͛̕̚.̵̱̊��̐̀̇̏̈́̎̎”̸̱̦͑̎͂̀͌͠

You feel your being waver briefly, before you hear a shout—

You find yourself facing a blonde man, his hands steadied you—

“Good. You’re fine. I don’t need Lucifer to have any other ammunition against me.” He said and walked off—-

…It wasn’t till later you realized he didn’t pass through you…

[DAY 6]

After the incident, you searched for the blonde man, but to no avail. You ended up running into the pretty one again—

He smiled at you and you avoided his eyes—

“Oh? Ignoring me, now~? That’s not very nice.” He said teasingly.

”Neither is making people forget things.” You say, scowling.

”Oh~! You mean the compulsion? Sorry, but you wouldn’t have agreed otherwise, and it was really quite the predicament~ I don’t need Lucifer on my case, like Mammon, and unlike Satan, I can’t get away with making him mad.” The demon says, sighing.

You steal a glance. “Satan?”

You ask, frowning.

”Blonde, tall, fairly attractive, moody?” The demon lists off, and your eyes widen in realization.

”Where would I find Satan, by chance?” You ask, trying not to sound too curious.

”Oh? Interested, are you? Why hang out with him when you can always hangout with me~?” He says, teasingly.

“Well, I don’t know you, do I? At least I know his name, and he owes me an explanation.” You say, your eyes flashing.

The man tilts his head to the side.

“Curious~! You can call me Asmo~! I’ll take you to him, if you tell me what he owes you an explanation for~?”

You nod, because that’s fair.

”He touched me. I’m a ghost. I don’t have a physical form, but somehow, he touched me.” You explain, and his eyes narrow.

”This is getting fun, hm? Very well, tomorrow night. Meet me here, and we’ll intercept him. Tomorrow is likely our only chance, as it‘s his turn shopping for the month.” Asmo says, and you nod—

[DAY 7]

You end up visiting Levi in the morning, and watch a few episodes of one of his favorite series, before you head to meet Asmo. “It’s okay to be afraid.” Levi’s voice breaks you from your thought.

”Huh?” You ask, wonder of you misheard him.

”It’s okay to be afraid. I mean, you were a normie before, and now you’re stuck here knowing you have only a certain amount of time left. Don’t tell anyone, but I think I would be scared too.” Levi says looking away, and wait—

Was he blushing?!

”Thank you, Levi, and I’m not sure whether I’m afraid or not anymore…I was before but…I feel like for some reason it may be better to let things be…” You say, sighing.

He looks up at that, shock written across his features. “What?! You’re just going to let yourself die?! I thought you were trying to stop that…“ He exclaims, loudly.

”I don’t know…It’s just a feeling I have.” You say, sighing.

”Anyways, I have to go. I have something to take care of. See you tomorrow, okay?” You say, waving before drifting to the spot you and Asmo agreed on.

”Good. You’re here. Now~! We wait.” He says amd you two wait for a few minute. Sure enough, Satan passed by. You drift up to him, and stick your hand out— It phases through him.

“Huh..?” You exclaim genuinely confused.

The blonde stops, and sighs.

”I can’t touch you now because you’re not corrupted. Last time, you were beginning to turn into a wraith. I couldn’t let that happen as it would affect your current self’s well being, too. If that’s all. I’m leaving.” The blonde said, walking off—

You glance at Asmo, who throws you a shrug and small smile—

You sigh. This only left you with more questions—

[DAY 8]

You finish watching Levi’s favorite series and run into Beel on your way out—

“Beel, right?“ you say, and he nods.

”[Name].” He says, gesturing to you, and you nod.

”That’s me. Where are you off to?” You ask, curious.

”The kitchen.“ He says, shrugging.

”Mind if I tag along? Don’t worry, I don’t need to eat, either.” You say smiling.

He shrugs.

“Okay. You can come with. Do you know any human world recipes?” He asks, as you head to the kitchen.

You nod.

”Sure, but weren’t you going to eat?” You ask and he nods.

”I can cook. I want to try human world food.”

You grin.

“Okay! Hmm…Let’s try something classic! How about Pizza?” You say, and he nods.

”Pizza is good.” Is his response.

You end up teaching him how to make a simple pepperoni pizza, and several hours later, Beel has made and eaten thirteen pizzas, and the kitchen is entirely out of cheese and flour.

”I wont say anything if you don’t.” You say looking at the empty bags of flour.

He nods.

”Pizza was good.”

[DAY 9]

Lucifer finds you that morning, another figure at his side—

“This is Lord Diavolo. He was interested in meeting you.”

You recognize the name from the demon, earlier, the pretty one who ran through you— You smile at him.

”Nice to meet you, Lord Diavolo.” You say.

He shakes his head flustered. “No need to be overly formal like Lucy, over here.” He says, grinning.

”I thought I clearly expressed my dislike for that nickname.” Lucifer said, sighing.

Diavolo laughed.

”Anyhow, It’s come to my attention you’ve grown close to a few of the students here. All I ask is that you don’t give them any ideas…” Lucifer said, his arms crossed.

”What ideas could I possibly give?” You ask, genuinely surprised.

”I think he’s talking about the lack if ingredients in the kitchen.” Diavolo said, chuckling.

”But…we agreed not to say anything. Beside, that! You had me genuinely worried something was wrong!!” You say, exasperatedly.

”I don’t want you causing any unnecessary expenses during your stay. That’s all. you may leave.” Lucifer said, shooing you off.

Diavolo and Lucifer share a glance.

“I see…I don’t see anything wrong with them at the moment, but from what Barbatos has mentioned, and Satan’s report…” Diavolo mutters.

”I’ll keep a closer eye on them.” Lucifer says, sighing.

[DAY 10]

You spent the day with Asmo. You had intended to thank him for his help, and his response was to take you to a place called Majolish and have you help him rate outfits.

”What do you think of this one?” He ask, holding up a maroon vest.

”Isn’t it a little, I don’t know, flamboyant?” You ask, curiously.

”You’ve said that about everything so far, if you don’t want to help just say! So much negativity is bad for your complexion.” He says, sighing dramatically.

”I don’t have to worry about my complexion. I’m dead. Though, it would be kinda funny if my current self suddenly woke up with a bunch of acne because of my negativity.” You say, chuckling.

Asmo smirks, “Bit of an S, hm?”

You laugh, ”Shut up.”

”How harsh! An S, indeed!”

[DAY 11]

On your way through the hall, you caught Satan reading a book, one you happened to recognize.

“Oh. That’s a sad one.” You say, looking at thw book’s cover— He snaps it shut, and you think for a second he may be annoyed when he asks, “How so?”

You pause before responding, “Well, have you read it before?” You ask, arms crossed.

”Yes, it happens to be one of my favorite pieces among human literature.” He says, frowning.

”Then you should know they both die in the end.” You say, sighing.

”It is one of his greatest tragedies, however their death unifies the families.” He points out.

”But do the ends justify the means? The tragedy itself is that it took their deaths to solve such a dispute that could have been resolved given they communicate.” You say sighing.

He raises a brow. “Yet, their feelings of resentment would have caused that communication to fail, don’t you think?“

”Then why were they suddenly okay after they both died? It would have made more sense for tue conflict to continue don’t you think? Blaming their deaths on each other?“ You say, sighing.

He pauses.

”Perhaps it was because it was a loss both shared?” He said, a slight tilt to his lips.

”They shared plenty in common before.” You point out.

He smiles, then and stands up—

“Grief acts in strange ways. I enjoyed this conversation. In the event I see you before your time is up, let’s continue this discussion then.” He said, before heading in the opposite direction.

You stare after him a bit, curious—

[DAY 12]

You run into Mammon, he’s rushing through the hallway screaming when he runs through you, giving you a horrible sense of deja vu.

“Why does this keep happening?” You sigh and Mammon throws you a look.

“What do ya mean? I only ever ran into ya, once!!” He exclaims.

”No, no, someone else ran the me the other day, that’s what I’m talking about.” You say, sighing.

”Well, it wasn’t me! So stop whining!!” Mammon says grinning.

You sigh. “I get that, Mammon, but it was you, this time—“ you say with a sig, when all of a sudden that odd wavering begins again—

“̶̠̤͊̎͂̉̆͘I̵̥̖̦͕̦̙͖̋̓̽̈́̐̾͋̌̀͝ ̷͉̹̭̑͒͐ͅd̶̡̯͉̥̹̻̒̿͑̎̂̈͋͜͜ḭ̴̧̙̰̭̼̝̳̠̄́̏̓̒͊̔͘ͅd̸̡̛͎͙̅̃́̄̓͑̋ņ̶̛̝̽̐̎’̶̨͕̫̫̼͈̦͇̈́̾͌͂̋̀̆̈́͘ţ̸̮̖̯̝̤̮̖̙͉̌͑̎̔͆̚ ̴̡̢̭̞̬͎͎͒̾͒d̵̢͈̱̞͌͛o̷̝̊̆̅̌ ̴̮̟̠͍̌i̷͈͍̞̰̽͌̀̀́͌͛ț̴͖͓͚̮̹̜̼͑̑̿͑́̀͌̈́͗̐͜ͅ,̵̯̱͈̤̱͆̄̌̏̇ͅ ̵̢̛̦̫̗̙̫̣͖̥̝̽͛̆̉̓́͐͘t̶͕̥͔͇̖̎̅͋̔̀̄̀h̵̡̡͔̘͌̊̒͊̿̽͗̚i̶̧̘̳̰̗͎̎͛̄͋̒̌s̷̖̒͐̏̏͌ ̵̛̬̒͊͆͋̄̚̚t̷̠̻̫͕͓̥͙͒̓̑̅̃̓̑i̸͙̺̫̱̤̰̤̞̒m̵͕͓̃͂́͛̌̇̍̅̇̚e̵̯̟̭͖̝̜͚̾̃́̆̀̒ͅ!̸̮͖̲̰̠͉̏̐́̐̚!̶̢̦̟̭̗̻͚͈͆!̶͔̘̥̼̱͕̣̽̚͝ ̵̱̊̈́̎́̀̓̒͌͝I̸̹̤̬͙̙̯̝̣̜̐͋͐̾͌͜ ̸̠̳̩͕̥̭͗͜s̶̡̹̦̗͇̝̳̗̺͙̽̎̄͗̈̐͛̆͠w̷̛͕̺̤͔̒̋̀̎̀̏͝͝ê̸̡̫̘͔̬̙̗̎̿̉͗̌̎̚ͅa̵͈̞͕̹̘͚̲̻̋̋̉̒̀̈́̄̔̇͠ŗ̴̖̫̮̮̟̠̖̙̫̓͑̈́̀̈͌!̷̫̹̲͎̬͇̫̯̻̼̈́̏͒̓̉͆͋!̵̼̽͂͛͒̅͗̍̒̕͝ ̸̜̂̍͂̀͛͗̽̕͠P̷͚̼̼͚̙̯̟̘̥̣̀̆l̵̢̨͕͔̦̟̬̼̻̍̊̀é̶͎̰̟̤̥̣̬͎̘̠́ã̴̧̞̫̺̬̞̜͖͎̥̂͑̔̃͂̈́̅s̴̨̩͓̩̹͍̘̯̒̃ẽ̴̩̖͕̲͕̺̂ ̸̡̥̭͈̣͇̮̙̅̾d̴̨̨̧̢̧̗̰͍̔̿̀͆̀̌̔ơ̷͉̜̗̞̙͉̠̞͂̈́̈́͋̋̈́͒͗̚͜ͅń̶̘͖̣͎̪̥̼̦͎̈ͅ’̵͔́̿̌̕t̷̢̧̨̻̫̟̮̰͂͆̄̓̾ͅ ̷̢̡̛̯̬̜̠̓͒̄̈̍̄̕ľ̷̫̽̂ḝ̷̗͇̞͖͓̣͚̗̋̄ͅȧ̵̢͔̖̞̘̮̻̗̊̓͒͗͝ͅv̵̛͙̮̂̈́̈́͠ͅę̴͙͈̝̞͉̥̓̊̍͑̓͌̃̊̏͜͜!̸̘̲͐̆͆͐͠!̴̡̼̼̺͉̻́͌̎̒̈̿̾͘ͅ!̸̧̈̿̈́́̎̈̇͝ͅ ̶͎͇̳͙̑͂̇͜͝Ṗ̷͖̙̭̮͈̼͈̥̇ͅṟ̸̢̰̲͈̰̤̮͖̑̒̿̌̒̂ͅó̵̡̟̍̈͐̎̀m̶̧̧̛̟̘̹͕̜͇̋i̶̛͚̲͕̰͓͔̝̦͊̽̀̏́̉̓̂͜ͅs̷͙͓̃e̷͚͔͈͚̩͚̱̬̺̿́̓̌̊̑̉̈́̑ ̶̼͓̫͖̆͑̾̍͘m̵̨̟̙͛̓̈ḙ̶̿̀̀͒̒͑͆́ ̵̦̼̬͍̳̅̐͂̓y̸̨̨̼͇̜͇͋̀̃̌ơ̷̬̌̇̕͠͝ù̸̡̬͎̞̖̗͇̂̅͛̅̕͜͝ͅ ̵̨̘̜̦̤̪̒̂̇̀̕͝ͅw̶̨͓̲̙̤̣̍͌̐͜ͅọ̸̡̡̧̙̺͚̖̝̽̀̀͛͂͋̇̑͝ņ̷̰͓̟̻͠’̷̼͓̱̖̹̀̃̂̀́ẗ̷͕̮̜͉͙̩̝̺̞́͗̕̕ ̶̖̈́̓͊̈́̆̈̉̕l̶͔̱̣̄̅̅͘ͅę̶̖͕̬̤̲̤͝a̶̫̲͗v̶̛̼́͛̍̍̈͆̈́̐̕ẹ̴̞̩̝̋ ̴͍͎̤͔͓̗̦̈́̃́̕͜͝m̴̫͇͖͇͎̽̋͑̊̆͂͘͝ȩ̶̣̭͎̭̀͗͆͗͊͌̚?̴̧̛͖͚̦͚̹͔̖̖̄̍͂͋͆̊͠!̴̡̠̗̙͇̟̲̝̼͉͌́̏͋͂͌̒̓́̒!̵̢̲̝̖͕̦͆͊͐̇̅͑̉̈́͘͘ ̷̢̡̯̲͎̲̀͋̒̐̀̚̕Y̴̧̖̯̼̻͆̍̅̌̽̽͛̿͘o̸̮͇̱̖̲̼̳̐͛͋̇̆͠ú̷̡̨͉͔͚̙̰̯̟̾̈́.̵̢̜͎̺̖̰͍̞͒͒̈́͆̋̈́ͅͅ ̸͉̟̩̇͗͝͠C̶̭̼̦͒́̕͜a̵̢͇̼̩̜̙͙̽̏̀̑n̵̛͚̙̪̮̙͖̞͖̈͂̈́͗̽̔’̴̳̊ẗ̸̨̊̚͠.̷̢̨̙̩͙͍͙͓̃̅́̒̓̋̚ ̸̨̧̗̤͛̒̊̃́͌̆̕L̷͖̙̯̅̌̅͘͘͜͠ȩ̷̛͓̖̫̘̥͉̺̲̇̏͌̀͗̀ͅa̶̙̤͚̞͚̳͂͂͂̉̕͜͝͝v̵̺͎͔͕̖̞̲́̾̊ͅe̶̼̯̼̰̗̔́ͅ.̸̡̠͕̳̭̯̜͓͌̈́͊̐̿̾̏̚͘͝ ̷͍̮̭̒̊͆̐̄̚M̴̟̞̪̘̙̯̹̖̈̈́̇ͅè̸͓̏.̶̛̤́́͆̽͆͌͌̔̆ ̸̨̫͉͇̼̠̹̠͆́̀̄̒͋Ǎ̶̫͎g̸̥̹͂͋͒̂͝a̸͓͖̪͍̳̋̓̇̾i̷̜͍͈͇͉̅̋͌̚n̷͈͎͖͚̼͎̦̘̂͂̓͂̂̐.̵̯̣͎̼̗̳͋”̶̯̯̳̣͕͕̺̖̙̬͘

“[-me]!! [Name]!!! Maaan, you must’ve really lost it, huh? Are you just ignoring me? Oy!”” Mammon yelled waving his hand in front of your face—

“I didn’t loose it…Actually, I think I’m close to finding it…” you say, hurrying off im a different direction—

“Eh? OY! [NAME]!!! WAIT UP!!!” Mammon hollered, following you—

You rounded the corner, opening a door, and entering the room—

You heard Mammon’s footsteps behind you—

“Eh? What are you doing here, [Name]? This is where the exchange student is gonna stay.” Mammon says, and you frown—

“I don’t know…Let’s go?”

[DAY 13]

You spend most of your day by yourself— Only a week till you disappear forever, and you can’t help but feel anxious—

You were supposed to warn yourself of something, but you can’t remember what—

…Something feels off….

[DAY 14]

You finally see the pretty one again, he crossed paths with you in the hallway—

“Come with me, I said I’d make it up to you, yes?” He says, smiling—

You nod, numbly and follow him into an empty room—

“Six days from now…We are getting an exchange student from the human world…That student, is you.“ He says, and your eyes widen—

“But I—! Six days from now, I—“ you gasp.

”You die. Yes. I’ve kept up my end, so do what you will with that information. It’s good to see you again, [Name.] You’re smart, you’ll figure it out. You have to.” He said beginning to leave.

”Wait!!! What’s your name?” You cry out, ignoring the wave of nostalgia the quest bring—

“It’s…Nothing important.” He says, and leaves—

[DAY 15]

You had been a student here before— Was that whst drew you to that empty room— But you’d only been a student for a day…Barely time to move in…

Just what was this…?

[DAY 16]

”I won’t loose this time…“ you mumble, and wonder why you feel so faint…

[DAY 17]

Do I even exist at this point?

Why does it always end up like this?

Why can’t I ever make it past Day 1???

Will Barbatos keep his promise?

I think I want to restart…

[ DAY 18]

You sigh and head to meet Levi, you were going to play a game together, or more like, you were going to watch him play— As you sat there, you felt as though you were missing something.

”I’m gonna go, okay?” You say, smiling—

He frowns, but nods.

”Just, promise you’ll come back?” he says and you open your mouth to reply when—-

“Promise you’ll come back [Name!!] You can’t leave me this time!!! It wasn’t me this time, I promise!!“ Levi said, crying— You glanced at him and smiled. “Okay. I promise.” You didn’t want to go home anyways, you were happy here— “Let’s play another round?“

How did I end up back at the start??? Why can I never make it past day one?

[DAY 19]

What happened???

Ị̸̫̺͉͔͙̳̗̔̎̂̀́̏́̔̿̕t̶͔͛̔̊͛̉̎͋͆̈́͝’̸̛̗̩̖̗̝̬͆͋̎̐͆̾͜š̴̲̻͇͇͔̺̕ ̷̢̦͕̳̼͚̪̝͖̩̒̑̈̎̒̆͘á̴͈̭̰̜̯͕̂̋̒͜b̵̨͕̝͓̪̮͝͝õ̵̜̳̞u̸̥͉̔̌̉̿̔̀͒́͗̄ẗ̵̡̹͕̝̗̮̯̠͎́̿̑̑͂̓̒́̚ ̵̻̘͖̬̼͇̲̮̣̿̐͝t̸̹͕̜͙̗̳͖̍̑̇͐̎̎̒͜o̵̱͓̲̬̟̖͂̾͐͊ͅ ̶̡̬̖̭̫͊̏̂̐͗̔̽ͅr̴̡̛̞̲͎̟͉͉͓̭̒̉̓̋͌̑̾͑́ê̵̪̜̝͓̲͈s̴̀̊͑͆̉̓̑̈́͜e̷̳̠͈̱̣͚̅̔̓͒̽̑̃t̸̝͇̋͐̐̅͌͛̄.̶̢̺̙͎̒̊̄͌̈́̈́͆͆ͅ ̵̡̝̪̪̻̬̠͓̒͜Y̶̭͓̒o̴̘̫͍͈͎̊͛͛̍͑̔̌̀̕̕͜ủ̸̢̘̠̻̝͖̊̄͋̀͝ ̷͕̤̹̪̙̬͝h̸̢̖͈̮͎͖̹͕̪̒͌̀a̵̩̣̗̲̦̮͔̗̟̒̒͑̇̿͘v̶̢͓̜̙̹̱͇͋ë̴̢̤̻͕̣̰̳ ̴̙̬̝͇͔͈̔̔̑͠t̴̘̮͕͍͈̟̻̥͈̆̆̅͑̀͊͛̄͝ơ̶̼̺̜͊̈́ ̷̮̳̈́̆̃͝f̵͉̤̗̘̯̤͗͒̍͐͛̈́̏̕͘ͅĩ̵̫̯̮̼͖̠̮n̸̻͈̭͗d̸̨̦̼̩̗̣͇̉͌̒͆̿̔̔ ̷̢̛̦̱̩̞͗̏̆͗̍̈́͗t̵͓̲̳̺͇̳̠̀̃̈́͆͐̏̈͘͠͠h̶͈͍͔͔̹͉́̐̄̚e̸̦̿́͐́ ̵̛̤͎̳̂̄̅͆͆̇́̀̚a̵͖̫͆͆͊̅̈́͒͋͝͝n̴̙̥̜̩̮̰̪͂̂̇̚͜͠s̷̡̪̞̯̓͠w̵̨̧̠̬̩͚͇̰͐̒̍̒ͅe̴��͇̬̼̣̻̘͂́͆̓͌͝ͅr̴̨̛̗̻̦̤̀̽͒͑̈́͑̚͝ ̸̯̼̜̲̭̠̺̏͋f̷̨͚̬̤̱̥̱̩̳͋̉̀̒̐̐͜i̵͙̗̠̼̲̋́̈́̊́͑͛̃̀͂r̵̛͔̝̙͈̺̬͒́̚s̷̢̼̝̮͋̒͐͑̾͊ṫ̴̢̹̦.̵̮̫̬̺̙̖̋̍̍̚͠ ̷̨̛̘̭͎̟̟͆̌͊̈Ẁ̷̧̨̡͙̭̣̇̂̀̇̋̕ͅa̷͉̦̭̭̜͐͗̀̈̐͂̾́̓͠k̵̜͕̖̘̰̜̅̀͋̽̋̍̅͐͠͠è̵̜͙͈̩͙̖̭̻͍̠̈́͑̕͝ ̶̧̖̫̘̗̇̈́͘͜ǘ̵̝͍̗̦̳̙͖̯̖̇͒̇̔̅̍̓͜͠p̸̰̹͇̀̍̓͑̍̏̆̄́͜͠.̸̗͍̱̲̯͊͜

Didn’t you already do this once…?

Ỷ̵̯̘̤̘͕̥͚é̵̱̣͐̍̕͠s̶̢̟̭̱̈͜!̴̻̻̮̆̈́̆̇͆̾̇̅͘ ̵̔͛͝ͅW̶̥̗͔͔͕͈̎̏̈͝è̵̼̇̕’̷̡̨̥͔̼̗͈̹̘̔͑̈́̄͝v̸̤͊̈́̓̔͒̔ę̴̬̂̐̔̆̚͘ ̷̛̛͙̦̼̥̦̲̂̾͋͊̈́͜͜a̴̧̪͙̓͒̓̌̀̚͜͝ͅḷ̷̗̬̮̮̘͔͉͍̇͑̿̒͒͑̔́͋r̵̨̢̢̲͖͖̳͕̓͒̄̐̓̃͑̄̅e̷͇̥̭̱͍̪̭͙̜̩̾͆a̸͎̥͖͎̓̒̆͊̋̋̑d̷̢̢̦͎̰̝̐̄̏̊́͛̚͝ͅÿ̵̧̙͙̬̩̞͕̱͎̅̌ͅ ̴̡̡̛̛̮̲̩̤̒̿̑́͠b̸̡͙̘̔̎ë̸̡̹̜͈̱́̏͋̀̐̒͒é̵̞̈́͛͆n̴̨̫͖̼̩̣̞͙̆̑̊̓ ̴̼͂̌̇͛́ḧ̵̩̬̲̘̗́̾̑̒͗͗̽͘͘ẹ̴̫̪͕̍̒̋́͛̈́̎͗͝r̴̝͓̖̱̲̒̃̓́̐̆̅͝e̸̡̛͈͉̟̞͐̏͗͘.̴͎͈̘̿

[DAY 20]

”I’d like to introduce our new exchange student [Name]. They’ll be with us for the year.”

Seven figures stood in front of you—

Your being wavered, and you knew, this time—

You’d finish.

You wouldn’t be thrown back to day one—

[woolieshubris]

I literally don't care if it's het comp I had the largest crush on cat noir in middle school. I literally have had chat noirs name on my wrist for literally 6 years he is my son I love him so much. Y'all don't understand him like I do. If I was to get a tattoo it would probably be a lil bell just for him. I don't think you guys understand. I've been stanning him since 2016. 2016 I've been repping this dude. I literally forced myself to learn how to draw people so I could draw mlb fanart. Ok. This is not a "bit." It isn't a joke to me. I could write a whole essay on him. I literally did write a whole essay on one episode of ladybug. I could write a whole dissertation on every episode of ladybug and talk for ages about the show, the proper watch order, and how season 1 is one of the best seasons of the entire show. I am dead serious. I participated actively in the amino for a whole year. I have 5 completely separate ladybug ocs and 2 ladybug AUs with my OCS. I am considering going to comic con just to go to the ladybug panel. I literally scream when I watch the show. I cried when I heard about the balcony scene for the first time. I got 3 friends into the show I am no longer friends with any of them. I turned in ladybug fanart for a grade in art class I got a C on it. Ladybug was my first cosplay. When I went to Paris I literally looked at buildings and would try to see if I could recognize them from the show. I want to go to the stupid miraculous store but only the outside. I had a chat noir ring in middle school that I found on the ground and I wrote it all of the time even though it was 3 sizes too big and I lost it. Every time I see a black tee with stripes I think of him. I bought 8 of those ladybug kinder eggs. I would spend hours reading the fandom wiki. Anyways if ur my college roommate no u didn't read this I promise I don't talk about ladybug unprompted and no I don't have any merch for it. Somehow.

[snappleapple]

soft gogy hc or like watching a movie with him ? <3 ur writing makes me very happy!

i love you, george

george x reader

headcanon

fluff

warning - i don’t remember so cursing?

word count - 1k

a/n: my first ever request! thank you so much <3

i am going to begin this ted talk by saying, the man would not stay awake

has a legit sleeping schedule of a two month old baby

absolutely terrible at multitasking

especially when he is tired

as most of you know, george is not that cuddly of a person

i mean, he enjoys hugs, but he doesn’t need them twenty four seven

and omg, don’t get me started on when you first cuddled

mf was awkward as hell

he would slightly chuckle to relieve the awkward tension in the air but that would legit not work

like he would wrap his arm around your waist, but in an awkward way?

kinda to not make you uncomfortable

now, he’s not as bad, but you two are working on it

also, he would definitely need to be big spoon

just wants to feel masculine

and he is, you can’t tell me otherwise

he also just loves it when you talk so passionately about random things

like you can be rambling about what you saw on tv that day and he would never even deter his attention away from you

one, because he is terrible at multitasking but two, because you’re so precious to him

i have a certain feeling that george is a homebody so, lots of dates at home which consist of movie marathons, minecraft or just keeping him company when he edits his videos

on the special occasions that you both leave the comfort of your own home, you go to quiet cafes and sit in a secluded corner

you would read a book while george works on his computer

every so often, the two of you would match eyes and smile before going back to what you were doing before

if it’s snowing, i guarantee that there is going to be a snowball fight

and it is going to be initiated by you

he would be scared to hurt you, but at the same time want to destroy you

when he’s streaming, you do not even touch that door knob unless you are bringing him snacks

once again, horrible multitasking skills

if you were to come in, he would legitimately slip up because he would give you all of his undivided attention

and fail at whatever he was doing

normally, you would go to bed by yourself but wake up next to george

but omg, one time, you went to bed by yourself once and when you woke up, george was getting into bed with deep dark circles

and you were like, “are you going to bed right now?”

“yes?”

“it’s eight am.”

“yes?”

“george!”

“y/n?”

“did you stay up all night?”

“yes?”

“we have to go to my brother’s birthday today.”

“yes, i’ve reali-“

“in an hour!”

so you had to drive because he was sleeping and once you got to your parent’s house, you took him up to your old room and let him sleep in there

your parents were honestly not surprised

once he woke up, he came down to see you playing with your nephews and a small smile formed on his face

and when your nephews saw him, they were like, “you’re dating georgenotfound?”

and you were like, “i told you like a year ago.”

and they replied with, “we don’t listen to old people.”

and your face was that surprised pikachu face

“i’m only twenty one!”

they ignored you the whole night and played with george instead

but going back to topic, if you are stressed about school work or other things, he would one hundred percent be there to support you because you are his number one priority

if you are shorter than george, congratulations, if you are taller, tough luck dude

this is for my shorties

since george is average for a male, a dwarf compared to his nine other boyfriends, ahem

he likes to tease you

puts his arm over your shoulders and patting your head as if he’s a foot taller

but you let him because let the little man have big dreams

OOH also, since george is colorblind, you basically describe everything for him

and he would just stare at you so lovingly

but most of the time, you would just make fun of him

like asking him what color a flower is or holding out a random piece of clothing and asking if he likes the color on you

but george is a patient man, so he will take those jokes

“george, does this look good on me?”

“uh, yes?”

“uh, no. it’s an orange sweater with blue polka dots.”

“yikes.”

but most of the time this is how your conversations go,

“these flowers are so pretty!”

“you’re pretty.”

“you’re pretty, george.”

“y/n! i’m being serious.”

“george! i’m being serious.”

the both of you have lots of bursts of laugher

and cannot be serious for the life of each other

like please, do not go to a funeral

i’m begging you

one laugh at a funeral and you’re both getting kicked out

they’re like, “please leave.”

and you’re like, “i’m sorry for your loss.”

after throwing george out of the building because of his inconvenient laughter in the middle of the service

dream and sapnap like to make fun of george

because george normally declines their flirtatious advances but when you’re there, he’s like under a spell

like once, you were like, “george, can you please be quiet. i have to wake up early tomorrow for a job interview.”

and george was like, “got it.”

he stayed legit so quiet that night and his chat thought he was dead or depressed as hell

and dream and sapnap were like, “simpwasfound.”

when you yawn, he puts his hand over your mouth

and you are once again the surprised pikachu face

“george!”

“yes?”

acts innocent in situations of trouble

overall, george would be a very soft af boyfriend

like random gifts from time to time

most of the time, its his merch

but the thought is appreciated

and you like to gift him stuffed animals because he hates cute things, squishy things that deter his masculinity

besides you of course <3

[punkfeathers]

Time for a brief review of World Heroes Mission because I was too tired to do it yesterday lol (spoilers obviously)

Everyone who has seen the movie has said it, but I’ll say it again: Rody = best boy. If anything happens to him and his siblings I will kill everyone in this room and then myself

Stealth suits were only in the movie for less than five minutes so I’m guessing all that marketing for them was just to get people to buy merch *sigh*

As soon as the ‘Deku is a mass murderer’ scene came up with Deku’s adorable cinnamon roll face on the screen everyone in the theater just started laughing  

Arrow quirk lady had the COOLEST quirk (yay for competent female characters!) but apparently she’s dead now? Smh. Why am I not surprised *side-eyes Horikoshi*

Really bummed that Deku never brought up the fact that he used to be quirkless, seeing as how almost all of Humarize’s members were... you know, quirkless

Bakugo, at least ten times during the movie: ‘DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO’ *does it anyway*

Todoroki holding up the memory chip and then saying ‘this is a memory chip’ had the exact same energy as the vine that’s like ‘Yup - this is a bucket’ XD

My one complaint about the movie is that Fat Gum and Tamaki only had like three lines... but at least they had lines at all, I guess :(

There’s gonna be a TON of fanfiction about the blade twins. Major Soul Eater energy between those two. I’m not a huge fan of Bakugo but wow, that fight was pretty brutal. 

When Rody came in at the last moment and said ‘It’s fine now, Deku’ I REALLY wanted him to say ‘BECAUSE I AM HERE’ (missed opportunity honestly)

I’m sorry but that ending fight scene with the endless punches was so funny - I kept telling myself ‘no this is serious you have to be serious’ but it was all I could do to hold in a laugh

RODY MVP

I’m really gonna have to watch the movie again a second time keeping in mind that we now know Pino represents Rody’s honest feelings, that’ll definitely add weight to a lot of scenes. There’d better be SO much fanfiction of Deku going back to Otheon to visit him (or else I’ll write it myself. Not joking)

[persephone-plasmids]

Nuka-World

A Deacon X Sole Fanfic

[AO3]

[Part 1] [Part 2]

Nuka-World

“I guess I’m just confused about why they dedicated an entire section of the park to their space theme. Why not just a ride?” MacCready asked, eyeing the Star Port tower in the Galactic Zone at Nuka-World.

“To get the youth excited about space exploration,” Danse answered in his usual serious tone. “They wanted to recruit potential cadets young.”

MacCready pulled a face at this explanation. “Do kids really like space, though?”

“Seriously, MacCready?” Sole asked. “You have a kid. You should know this.”

Deacon listened to the group theorizing over the chosen aesthetic of Nuka-World while he slid a Cappy shirt over his head with a grin.

“I know Dez sent us here to recover the kidnapped synth, but all this free merch is going to be incredibly distracting,” Deacon said.

At his words, Sole’s eyes grew large. “Where did you get that? I want one!”

Deacon nodded to the merchandise rack behind him and smiled as Sole scampered over with pure joy in her eyes. Danse watched with slight disapproval while MacCready continued examining the Star Port in confusion.

Bringing the tin can and the grumpy sniper along hadn’t been Deacon’s idea. Dez had said they’d need more than just Deacon and Sole on this mission since they had so much ground to cover. When Deacon had suggested Tinker Tom, Dez had just laughed and told Sole to ask some of “her people”. Whatever that meant.

Apparently, Sole’s “people” were a self-hating synth boy scout and MacCready, whose skill Deacon respected, but he still didn’t like the idea of someone honing in on his mission.

“This entire park seems wildly unsafe for children,” Danse said, his thick brows knitted together in a line.

“Nuka Cola has always been a bit shady,” MacCready agreed. “Makes sense that their park wouldn’t be quite as kid-friendly as it should be.”

“All right, I’m ready to get this show on the road,” Sole said, walking out from the back room of the merchandise area with a Cappy shirt and cowboy hat.

“No fair! I didn’t see the hat!” Deacon whined. “I would have taken it for myself.”

“We can share custody,” Sole promised with a grin in Deacon’s direction.

Deacon screwed up his face as he thought this over. “Fine, but I get weekends and holidays.”

“Deal.” Sole gave him one of her smiles that reminded him why he needed to keep his distance from her emotionally. One of the smiles that made him want all the things he couldn’t have.

He ignored it.

“You’re both wrong,” MacCready said, snatching the hat quickly from Sole’s head and placing it on his own. “This baby’s coming with me.”

Sole laughed at this, making Deacon feel that familiar pang of jealousy again. He prided himself on making Sole laugh. He didn’t love that someone else was currently taking over his favorite job.

“You two are going to Dry Rock Gulch, I guess it’s only fair that you get the cowboy hat, RJ,” Sole said, straightening the hat on MacCready’s head with a familiarity that made Deacon feel much less in control of himself than he normally was.

“We should get going before it gets too dark,” Deacon said with a forced smile. “We don’t want Danse rusting from the evening dew.”

“Negative, soldier, “ Danse said. “My power armour doesn’t rust.”

“At ease,” Deacon responded with a little salute at the former Brotherhood of Steel Paladin. “Try to enjoy yourself a little Danse. Despite what they told you in the Brotherhood, it won’t actually kill you.”

Danse gave him a look like he wasn’t amused by his joke before turning away and heading towards Dry Rock Gulch with MacCready.

“Geez,” Deacon said. “Never send that guy on a stealth mission. I swear we’ll be able to hear his power armor clomping around through the whole park.”

“Well then I guess it’s a good thing we already cleared out those raiders, huh?”

“No thanks to the tin can and grumpy pants over there,” Deacon said, now smiling at Sole.

“That one was a Deacon and Sole special,” Sole answered. “We didn’t need any outside assistance.”

Deacon nodded at this, watching Sole for a moment too long before realizing he was being weird. He realized that a lot around Sole. He had to constantly remind himself how he acted around people who didn’t make him feel the way Sole did. It was exhausting.

“I say we head over to that old junkyard. If I was a Synth in hiding, that’s where I’d go,” Sole said.

“You got it, boss,” Deacon answered, following her as she began walking.

The two walked in silence for a long time. Deacon guessed that Sole was thinking about the mission. Deacon, of course, was having another mini existential crisis regarding Sole. But he was also attempting to lie to himself about his feelings, which turned it into a whole thing. He could be a very convincing liar.

When the two rounded an old abandoned building, Deacon was shocked to see a crowd right in front of them.

“Whoa, hold up,” Deacon said, placing his arm straight out to stop Sole from walking.

It was too little too late though. The group of people in space suits standing had clearly seen them. How had Deacon missed them? They were literally a handful of weirdos in space suits.

Sole had distracted him with her very existence again. This was why he had to stop letting himself explore any potential feelings for her. They just got in the way of their missions. They made him sloppy. And sloppy could very well mean “dead” in this situation.

“Greetings,” one of the space-suit-clad people said, taking a step forward.

Deacon placed one hand behind his back where he kept a gun tucked in the waistband of his jeans. The other hand was wrapped tightly around Sole’s arm, keeping her in a safe position slightly behind him.

“Listen, we’re looking for information on--” Sole began, but the woman who appeared to be the leader of the odd group before them interrupted her.

“Are you here to help us get the spaceship up and running?” the woman asked. Her slightly crazed eyes were wide and bloodshot.

Sole furrowed her brow and looked at Deacon who was still trying to understand what he’d just heard.

“The great power above told us they would send someone soon. You, my weary traveler, must be the one to help us rebuild our spacecraft.”

“No,” Sole said slowly. “We’re just here too--” but again she was interrupted, this time by Deacon’s hand placed clumsily over her lips.

“Wait just… shush for a second,” he whispered with the widest grin she’d ever seen. “This is amazing.” He looked like a kid on Christmas. “Yes, my fair… uh… lady. We were sent from the head honcho in the stars to come offer our support for your interstellar travels.”

Deacon’s voice had adopted a grand tone and he released his concealed gun to instead gesture widely at the group in front of him.

“Excellent news, kind sir,” the woman said. “I am Dara. Come. We don’t have much time. Follow us.”

“Lead the way my most excellent and esteemed priestess,” Deacon said.

Sole looked over at the spy incredulously, mouthing a quick, “What are you doing?” to him.

She wasn’t sure if Deacon hadn’t understood her question or if he was just willfully ignoring her, because he simply clapped his hands together and mouthed back, “I know, right?”

The space-suit-clad group led them through the old junkyard to a red metal object that looked an awful lot like an old carnival ride. It was supposed to look like a UFO, but anyone could see it wasn’t any kind of actual aircraft.

“Ah yes, a fine specimen indeed,” Deacon said when they approached the ride. His voice was still serious as he spoke, though Sole knew him well enough to hear the pure glee behind it. “And what, pray tell, can we do to get this up and running for you again?”

“We have the fusion cells we need right here,” Dara said. “But we don’t know how to install them. If you can get our craft up and running, I know we’ll be on our way to our higher forms soon enough.”

“You’ll be on your way somewhere,” Sole scoffed under her breath, obviously not enjoying this nearly as much as Deacon.

“Well then step inside and get comfortable,” Deacon said with a grin. “I’ll get these fusion cores installed… uh… posthaste.”

Sole snorted at this, to which Deacon elbowed her. He didn’t want her giving him away just because she found him amusing.

Dara led the group of space cadets into the UFO ride and shut the door behind her, leaving Sole and Deacon alone.

“Okay, what in the actual world is going on?” Sole asked incredulously.

“I know! This is seriously amazing,” Deacon said, barely able to contain his joy. “These people actually think this is a spaceship!”

“I’m pretty sure this is a Gravitron,” Sole said. “They had them at the local carnival every year before the war. I used to love this ride.”

Sole’s eyes adopted that distant look they got whenever she talked about her time before the Vault-Tec incident. It made him feel sad for her, before he selfishly realized that if Vault-Tec hadn’t frozen her, he never would have met her.

“Will it be safe for me to fix it for them?” Deacon asked, Sole. He wanted to mess with the space cult, not kill them.

“They might get a bit motion sick,” Sole began. “But they should be fine.”

At her words, Deacon’s face adopted a mischievous grin that made Sole’s cheeks flush. “Excellent.”

Deacon installed the fusion cores Dara had given him without much effort before holding his hand out to Sole.

“Shall we?”

Sole let a grin spread across her full lips, taking Deacon’s hand in her own. “I can handle this ride, but I’m not sure you really understand what you’re in for.”

“You don’t think I could handle your ride?” Deacon asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively at her.

Sole took a step closer to Deacon, leaning close to him so that her lips were against his ear. “I know you couldn’t handle my ride, stealth boy.”

Deacon shivered involuntarily at her words and the feeling of her breath against his ear, but as quickly as the moment had happened, it passed. Sole pulled Deacon into the UFO ride with her, leaving him with a lingering mental image that he’d have to examine more thoroughly when he was alone later.

“This impeccably dressed harbinger of your more superior forms has successfully repaired your vessel,” Sole announced loudly, holding up Deacon’s hand. She looked over at him with a grin that set his heart on overdrive. “Not only was he able to repair your vessel, but he’s also promised to personally make sure his work is beyond reproach by coming along with you.”

“The star angel speaks the truth,” Deacon said, making Sole snort laugh again, though she was a bit better about covering this one up. “Sole, if you’ll do the honors.”

“Everybody up against the wall,” Sole said, watching as the space cult obeyed. “Deacon? Up against the wall?”

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to say that to me,” He said with a grin.

Sole just rolled her eyes and pointed at the wall, waiting for him to oblige. When everyone was in position, she took her place in the middle of the metal room and flipped the switch.

In an instant, the ride began to hum as the floor started to vibrate. At first, nothing moved and Deacon worried he hadn’t actually managed to fix the ride. But as the humming grew louder, the room began to spin.

Sole stayed in place in the center of the room and Deacon tried to keep his eyes on her, but as the rotations became quicker and quicker, he had to close his eyes. The force of the rotating ride crushed him against the padded wall of the room and he had to press his lips together to keep from getting sick. Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, the ride began to slow down until it eventually stopped.

When Deacon opened his eyes, the world was still spinning. Sole was watching him as if waiting for him to speak to the cult, but he couldn’t form a single thought.

“The mission has been a success,” Sole finally said, seeing that Deacon was completely useless at the moment. “Your craft has been repaired and will be ready for your final voyage once your preparations are complete.”

“Bless you,” Dara said, looking at Sole. “Bless both of you.”

Without another word, Dara and the other cultists left the UFO, leaving Deacon clutching the wall and breathing heavily. In an instant, Sole was beside him. She supported him as Deacon tilted his head down.

“Told you you couldn’t handle this ride,” Sole said, her voice lined with amusement.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Deacon said. “I feel fantastic. Think I might go run a marathon with Hancock later.”

Sole placed her hand on Deacon’s cheek gently, lifting his eyes to hers. He still felt sick, but the more she touched him, the less he seemed to notice the motion sickness.

“Hey lightweight, what do you think Danse and MacCready will say when they find out an old carnival ride floored you?”

“That question is irrelevant because if you tell them I’ll just deny everything,” he responded. “And of the two of us, who’s the better liar?”

Deacon was grinning at Sole again, but she didn’t smile back. Instead she was watching him curiously, her eyes roaming his face. He was confused by her expression before he realized just how clear she looked to him. Clearer than normal.

Panicked, Deacon brought his hand up to his face to find his sunglasses missing. He’d always been good at putting up walls between himself and everyone else, but he had a hard time doing that with Sole. The sunglasses were the only way he could keep some semblance of distance from her. Without them, he worried she’d see right through him. See who he really was. See how he really felt about her.

Deacon looked around himself for the sunglasses before Sole held them up wordlessly.

“You win, Charmer,” Deacon said with a nervous laugh. “Time to give them back now.”

Deacon reached out for the glasses but Sole held them behind her back with a wicked grin.

“I don’t know that I want you to put them back on. I’m enjoying finally seeing you,” she said, her eyes seeming to bore into his soul.

“No one wants to see this hot mess, trust me,” Deacon said, reaching for the sunglasses but failing to get them. All he managed to do was somehow get even closer to Sole.

“How did I not realize your eyes are blue?” Sole asked, her voice soft. “They’re… stunning.” She instantly blushed at her own words but didn’t back down. And she still didn’t give Deacon his sunglasses back. “They’re not just blue… they’re like… ice blue.”

“Must be all the surgery,” Deacon joked, even though his voice sounded flat.

The truth was, Deacon changed his appearance all the time. But his eyes? His eyes were his own. Always had been. They were the one thing he didn’t change about himself. So to have Sole admiring them in such a personal way felt… amazing.

And dangerous.

Sole bit her lip as she watched him and Deacon swallowed hard. “Why don’t you want anyone to see you?” she asked.

He wanted to tell her that he was scared they wouldn't like what was left after all the lies were stripped away. But he didn’t say that. Instead he said, “Because I don’t want them to fall in love with my beautiful face. It just wouldn’t be fair to destroy some unsuspecting wastelander like that.”

At his words, Sole laughed softly, just like he hoped she would. If she was laughing then she wasn’t asking him questions that hit too close to home for him.

“I mean, now that you’ve seen the full effect of my icy blue gaze, you surely must understand that I wield an ungodly amount of power.”

“I really don’t know how you manage to fit yourself and your ego into your tiny sleeping quarters in the Railroad,” Sole said with a roll of her eyes.

“There’s enough room,” Deacon said, his voice now teasing. “More than enough room if you ever want to join the two of us.”

And that was it. The truth of the matter. Deacon could flirt with Sole all day long if it was all a big joke. But if he ever told her that he’d dreamed about what it would be like to wake up next to her, he’d lose the small amount of control he still pretended to have in this partnership. He couldn’t tell her that he longed for the casual and familiar touches of two people who trusted each other so completely that their physical contact was expected and normal.

“Do you really want me to take you up on that offer?” Sole asked, a challenge in her eyes.

Deacon still hadn’t learned that he couldn’t tease her about their flirtation for too long. She’d always make it real. And as Deacon knew, real was dangerous.

“Or should I just hold onto these sunglasses for you?”

Deacon leaned forward, sliding his arms around Sole’s waist. He hated himself for the fact that she actually closed her eyes as he got closer to her, obviously expecting him to make a move. But instead, he grabbed the sunglasses that she hid behind her back before pulling away from her with a forced grin.

“Got em,” he said.

Sole opened her eyes, and when Deacon saw just how much disappointment they held, his heart broke. When he heard Sole try to cover up her disappointment with a joke the way he always did, his heart broke even more.

“Well then I guess it’s just you and your ego in your bed tonight,” she said. “Let’s go find Danse and MacCready to see if they’ve had any luck locating the Synth.”

“Oh right, we’ve got an actual reason to be here,” Deacon said, quickly putting his sunglasses back on and feeling immensely more comfortable behind his wall of protection.

“We actually have two reasons to be here,” Sole said as she walked towards the door of the UFO ride. “We need to find the Synth, but we also need to go to the fun house in Kiddie Kingdom.”

“Did I miss that part of the briefing, Charmer?” Deacon asked, following Sole to the bright junkyard outside.

“Dez probably just forgot to tell us how important it is that we go to the funhouse,” Sole said “But you and I are professionals. We have to check everything thoroughly.”

Sole raised her eyebrows at Deacon as she walked away and Deacon was left wondering how Dez ever could have thought it was a good idea to send Sole and himself to an amusement park together.

They’d never get anything done.

[Part 4]

Based on the time my OC and Deacon ran into that crazy cult in Nuka-World :P

[cherryonigiri]

S/O that thirsts over anime/game guys

reposted bc wasn’t showing up in the tags + I want to keep nsfw under the cut

@nononononojustno asked: Okay so could you write a headcanon where 2 random boys (can you pick then? I love all of boys from hq) and Ushi-kun where they walk on their gfs fangirling or thirsting over another anime/game character?And she was talking how hot he is? How they would react?👀😂 have a great day/night and dont forget to eat and get rest, love you💕

A/N: hahahahaha i laughed while writing this. FYI these are all based on legit crushes i had on anime/game characters at some point in my life - see if you’ve watched the shows i’ve watched :) ILY I PROMISE I’M DOING MY BEST TO EAT THREE MEALS A DAY AND GET ADEQUATE SLEEP MWAH. also i went overboard and added an extra boy bc why not. These are a little shorter since there were 4 characters but I hope you enjoy!

Content warning: implied nsfw for Atsumu + slight nsfw hcs for Matsukawa (both are under the cut)

PS: If anyone wants a spicy sequel/one shot for matsukawa i’m open to the idea 👀👀 let me know in my inbox!

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima definitely knows you’re into anime + games

Having visited your dorm room on multiple occasions he’s seen your extensive collection of manga, anime posters and you always seem to be playing on your switch whenever you have free time

Of course, he notices a significant portion of your collection is centered on male characters

And you’ve definitely mentioned a few games to him - Ikemen Sengoku, Code:Realize, Hakuouki (wow i’m really out here exposing myself) etc.

He doesn’t really mind though? Like - at the end of the day these are 2D men, whereas he is a very real boyfriend

At least he thinks he doesn’t mind

Recently, he notices that you seem to be on your phone a lot, and you seem to be texting the same group chat very often

He asks why and you laugh - it’s not actual text messages you’re just trying out a new otome/simulation game called Mystic Messenger. He finds the name silly but he just brushes it off he’s definitely J E A L O U S

Until one day he walks into your room while you’re calling one of your friends to freak out about that specific game

You sound kind of teary from outside the door “Oh MY GOD OH MY GOD I GOT THE GOOD ENDING WITH JUMIN!” and “[friend name] I THINK I CAN DIE HAPPY I’M MARRIED TO JUMIN HAN WHAT MORE DO I NEED IN LIFE” and “HE’S SO FREAKING ATTRACTIVE UGH I AM BLESSED”

He’s like who TF is Jumin and immediately bursts into your room looking pissed off

Poor babie is all like “you’re married?” and “if you had someone else you were interested in you should have told me.” “Who is this Jumin Han???” 🧐

Oh my god you start cackling, but you manage to tell him that NO you are not married and that Jumin Han is a fictional character from the game you’re playing

Ushijima looks confused after you explain - why would you find fictional men attractive when you’re already dating him?

Tendou almost dies laughing the next day when Ushijima tells him about what happened

Oikawa Tooru

Since practice finishes pretty late he usually goes to see you at your house at night, but tonight things wrapped up earlier - he’s excited to spend more time with you

You’ve finished up most of your homework so you’ve just been rewatching Attack on Titan since you’re super excited for the new season

You’re kinda distracted/have headphones on so you don’t hear your boyfriend knock on the front door. Your mom answers it and lets him in and he climbs the stairs

He can hear your fangirling (freaking out) over something as he walks towards your room

You jump in surprise when he opens the door, because you thought he would be a bit later but immediately release your pent up excitement

“Tooru just LOOK at him he’s such a bad ass like oh my gosh he literally has swords and he’s still running around slaying the MPs who have guns. God whenever he gets angry he looks so hot,” etc. etc.

You’re shoving your laptop in his face, showing him gifs and video of attack on titan, specifically the captain of the survey corps that you are obsessed with

Tooru gets it - for him its space, shitty alien films and astronomy. For you it’s video games and anime - or more specifically, handsome characters from said franchises

Even though he understand that it’s something you’re passionate about he still makes a whole show about whining how you’re in love with Levi Ackerman (lmao i still thirst over our favorite captain) instead of him

“y/n i’m taller than him! And more handsome! He has blood on him all the time! And he’s super annoying because he’s obsessed with cleaning.” *cue pouty Tooru*

You probably shouldn’t tell him that you are an avid follower of the levi x reader tag on tumblr

Tooru still somehow finds out you’re also reading reader insert fanfic and goes BERSERK with his pouting and whining - literally everyone and their mothers have heard his sob story about how “his darling y/n is leaving me for a short germaphobic asshole”

The rest of the team finds it hilarious - the end up pranking him by posting pictures of Levi in his school locker or texting them in the volleyball groupchat (Oikawa is Suffering™)

Makki and Mattsun get him a Levi keychain for his birthday and cackle when he chucks it violently into the nearest trash can

Miya Atsumu

Doesn’t really know you’re into anime/gaming at first

I don’t think that’s on purpose - Atsumu just has such a one track mind when it comes to volleyball and he’s always busy with practice

so he just kinda doesn’t really give all the anime merch in your room a second glance even though it’s a dead giveaway

I bet Atsumu secretly watches some superhero anime - probably shounen stuff like My Hero Academia, one punch man etc.

He probably starts to notice you’re into anime/games because you’ll play games on your phone/gaming device all the time

One day he notices you’re giggling + blushing while looking at your screen. He’s curious to he heads over to you when coach says they can have a break

Peeks over your shoulder because he wants to know what you’re playing - but instead he’s greeted by some 2D samurai guy called Harada Sanosuke asking you to marry him

“Huh, I didn’t know you were into this kinda stuff y/n” tries to sound playful but internally he is screaming / ?????? WOT I DIDN’T KNOW MY S/O WAS INTO OTOME GAMES

Atsumus pretty chill about it at first, he probably teases you a lot about playing the game but isn’t really bugged about it

“Maybe you should thirst over your boyfriend instead of a fictional character babe~”

I mean - he knows he’s attractive and why be jealous? You only really play the game when he’s busy and you don’t really let the game play seep into your dates/hangouts

But one time he walks in on you reading some ~spicy~ hakuouki x reader fanfic and he’s like are u serious

Like you were lowkey quiet screaming to yourself and muttering “omg omg omg” when he walked in and you definitely tried to close your laptop so he couldn’t see what was open in your browser

Too bad Atsumu has mad reflexes and manages to prevent you from making your computer go to sleep

Briefly skims whatever it was that you were reading and smirks at you

“Hey, if you really want something like this, why don’t you let your real boyfriend deliver” before kissing you

Matsukawa Issei

Look, Issei just wants a chill movie/tv show night where the two of you can bundle up on the couch and binge whatever anime you feel like

Has everything set up - this man is ready to go: snacks? he has all of your favorites, couch? filled with soft pillows + multiple pillows. Attire? Comfy sweatpants shirtless 🥵

Last time he chose the series for your binge sleepover so he let you choose what the two of you were gonna watch this time

Turns out you decided to watch Psycho-Pass - it seemed like a pretty cool show, he was down with the whole dystopia/psychological concept

Starts out pretty normal, is appreciating the action + mystery elements and is glad that you chose that show

About halfway through the anime you two decide to take a break - he goes to the kitchen to refill your snacks, leaving to stretch you back.

When he comes back with more food, he notices that you’re hunched over your phone, typing something

He sneaks up behind you after he puts the food down, “Whatcha reading there babe?” You squeak and try to hide your phone, but not before he sees the words kougami x reader typed into your tumblr search bar

Lit-rally exCuSE me what - he’s not mad (more amused than anything else) but he also kind wants to tease you (bc Mattsun is a little shit)

“Is that the reason you wanted to watch this show?” he asks playfully. “He’s pretty hot tho, I kinda agree with you there babe.”

Now that he’s released the floodgate, he can’t stop your occasional comments like “omg how does he look so GOOD when he’s punching someone” or “he could shoot me with his dominator and i’d still say thank you”

The thirst comments are kinda getting to him, so he decides to take things in a different direction

“Let me what I can show you with my dominator~” L M A O I’M SORRY THIS EXISTS

Suddenly you’re being pulled onto his lap, and pressed against his bare chest, Issei barely gives you time to adjust before he’s kissing you roughly, tongue plunging into your mouth

His hands wrap around your hips pressing your core closer to his own, and you can feel his hard-on pressing into your stomach

He’ll be sure to suck a dark hickey onto the side of your neck and his hands travel under your shirt, just to remind you who your real boyfriend is

Needless to say, you won’t remember a single thing about the second half of the show after the night is over couch sex? Couch sex 😏

[transmissionsfromthebattlefield]

Fun Times With Some Rowdy Guys

My first log as a legal adult. Who would’ve thought! Yeah, I’m pretty hardcore. It’s definitely an interesting time to be going through so many rites of passage, from graduating to reaching adulthood last Sunday. It’s also pretty interesting how all these rites of passage seem to coincide with similarly wonderful concerts. I got an incredible DEVO show as a graduation party, which I’m still not quite over. This time around, it was the Melvins who brought me into adulthood on Friday, two days before my gestation completion anniversary. I wanted special for my birthday, dammit, and I ended up getting much, much more than I could have ever asked for. At the very least, I can check off my list seeing the mighty King Buzzo’s hair in person.

The concert also coincided with my first time to what was once a steel capital of the world, good ol’ Bethlehem, PA. Sounds quaint, doesn’t it? The town surrounding the venue and extending across the river itself is nice and quaint. The venue is located right by the old Bethlehem Steel plant, which was operational until, somehow, the mid-nineties. It now looms over a bustling little cultural spot, towering as a series of antiquated pagodas of rust and dead industry. (The morning after the Melvins my family checked out the self guided walking tour along the plant’s old material transport trestle, which allows for some incredible up-close action. It’s truly an incredible and fascinating sight to experience.) The venue itself also houses a movie theater and boasts an orange spiral staircase adorned with intricate blown glass art where we waited to get our tickets checked. Within the ballroom, concertgoers could’ve gotten a table at the also orange balcony looking out on the crowd and stage. The steel plant loomed behind the stage through the large glass windows and would later be illuminated in neon light when the sun set. All in all, it was very atmospheric.

I was initially positioned directly stage right, up against the security gate as I’ve gotten used to at shows that feature them, for openers Harsh Mellow (excellent name). I was impressed at their energetic, intense brand of noise rock, and I’m really excited to see what they do in the future. I had drifted back slightly and more towards the front of the stage to talk with some of my dad’s friends by the time the second band, Helms Alee, took the stage and proceeded to turn everyone’s minds to sluuudge. I actually wouldn’t be surprised if their set went on for longer than the Melvins’. I had a good view of their drummer, who was a total powerhouse in her own right and also very sweet at the merch booth before and after the show. Fun times.

And then, promptly as the headliners took the stage, I was shoved—or maybe something in my consciousness pulled me a little bit—right up against the gate, just slightly off-center from Buzz Osbourne’s microphone stand. What followed was something akin to my mind being blown—or maybe it’s more like my mind being unfolded and refolded, like origami. The more I think about it, the more I’m sure the triple threat of “Oven”, “Lovely Butterflies”, and “It’s Shoved” that opened the show flipped some sort of weird, hidden, primal switch in my brain. I feel like a reformed young woman now after having seen the Melvins. As a result of the weekend’s sonic therapy, I feel respectable and healthy urges to put myself out there more, engage myself more creatively, and try different styling techniques that would increase the volume of my hair. Well, maybe the latter is just the aftershock of getting to see Buzz’s incredible hairdo in person. I am being completely serious when I say that no photograph or video can truly replicate how absolutely incredible it is to see with one’s own eyes.

But I digress.

To put it simply, the band was relentless. Songs launched into each other with the beat of Dale Crover’s pounding, primal drums with barely any time to spare, blending the night’s sequence of events together like a syrupy sweet molotov cocktail. Yet sonic blasts of pent up punk rock fury still played ping pong with sublime, smirking moments of teasing quiet throughout the night—thanks, complex and diverse song structures. “Bob” bless their current bass player, Steve McDonald, who wore what I initially thought was an ironically awful white disco suit before realizing it was some sort of fancy kung-fu jacket accented with gold, elevated from it’s previous Halloween costume status. He was clearly having the time of his life up there, hopping around, crouching, and striking many an audacious pose throughout the night. And then there was Buzz, the one perhaps most appropriately dressed up for Halloween in July in his iconic skeleton robes. I can safely say I’ve never been more intimidated by a man than I was there in my spot in front of the vicious King Buzzo himself, and that’s a good thing. I was even too intimidated to take photos when he got probably as close to my part of the audience as he could’ve gotten as he hammered on his transparent-body guitar. I was that in awe. He and Steve thrashed surprisingly precisely around the place, making good use of the stage’s expansive floor area due to Dale’s drum kit being placed so far back. Dale emerged from behind his instrument of choice at one point to use one of his sticks as a sword in a brief fencing match against the neck of Steve’s bass, which was extremely entertaining. The same goes for Buzz’s liberal use of hand gestures during breaks in songs where he didn’t play guitar, which I will always find very, very amusing no matter who is doing it (and no matter whether or not their hands should actually be strumming those strings at that place in the song). Yes. I dare say the whole band took it to twelve.

I got more used to my surroundings as the night went on. I was marked safe from the inevitable pit the entire time, though I briefly considered joining it before remembering how lucky I was to have acquired the best view of Buzz in the house. Besides which, it was really funny glancing over periodically at the antsy, stingy looking security guy at the front of the stage, who was jerking back and forth as he watched the pit with much concern. It was pretty great to glance back at, too—imagine “Honey Bucket” tearing up such a clean, modern, composed establishment! At the beginning of the show there was some sort of country band playing on one of the complex’s outdoor stages, visible through the glass wall from my initial standing position. I wonder how those guys would’ve reacted to what went on inside. In terms of my reaction, I was mesmerized, pulverized, and totally hooked even after the band left the stage. They could’ve gone on another hour and I still would’ve been wanting more.

But hey, the band is pretty well known for their tour grind, so it’ll presumably be easy to see them again down the road. I slept contently that night knowing that.

Two days later I turned eighteen. If it were 1970 I’d be old enough to kill, but not for votin’. I’ll probably be woman enough to not be able to kill or vote at all soon if this country keeps going the way it is. 246 years this week, huh? I see so many people nowadays wondering how many years it’s got left with the way things are.

Based on their hypotheses, it’s probably less than the Melvins still have in them.

(I posted some more photos here, by the way.)

[bookworm-blogs]

Surprise Ask!: Some Kayama and Shirakumo headcannons?

I’M SORRY FOR NOT RESPONDING SOONER I’VE BEEN BUSY W/ WORK N SHIT FHFHFHH

But omg yes! HELL yess I do!!

Since you didn't specify whether their relationship would be platonic or romantic, I'll just do both because BY GOD THEIR FRIENDSHIP ITSELF IS HEAVILY OVERLOOKED. (I'm still salty about Kayama's lack of presence in the main magna regarding the Kurogiri reveal. She's just as much a friend to Shirakumo as Aizawa and Yamada, damn it! Then again Horikoshi could be holding off on us for a reason idk we'll just have to wait and see...)

Anyways! Platonic (ft. Rooftop Gang) headcannons!

1. Kayama and Shirakumo have a similar taste in music. I know our world and the BNHA world are different (apparently they haven't reached the moon yet in BNHA?? And Aizawa had a touch screen phone in Vigilantes so I'm assuming their generation and our millennials grew up a tad bit differently), but I can't help but think they would be complete nerds of 80's rock. Smashing Pumpkins, Fleetwood Mac, Red Hot Chili Peppers... These two would always contact each other on when the next album hits and be each other's first choice to concerts and would always blow all their money on band merch. Their all-time favorite song would probably be "Go Your Own Way" by Fleetwood Mac, or "September” by Earth, Wind, and Fire. They always argue about which is better.

2. These two are the BIGGEST video game nerds. Every now and then, when they aren’t busy with school or work studies, Kayama would come over to Shirakumo’s house to play games with him. Aizawa isn’t too fond of video games, and Yamada prefers to listen to different types of podcasts, so that leaves Kayama to be Shirakumo’s gamer buddy, which isn’t bad at all since this girl loves all types of games. From Animal Crossing to the Halo franchise, Kayama has a surprisingly broad range, with her favorite genre of video games being horror shooter games like Resident Evil. Shirakumo isn’t a big fan of horror and is more a fan of free world games like Red Dead Redemption or The Last of Us, though he does make an exception for point and click horror games.

3. Kayama occasionally pops in on the boys’ study sessions. Usually, Yamada would be at the helm tutoring Shirakumo and Aizawa, though Kayama would pop in from time to time to help him with harder subjects like history since she’s smart. She used to host their sessions at her house, though that quickly stopped since she always dressed up as a sexy teacher and got a little too close to the boys while showing them how to solve equations. 

4. They would regularly barge in each others’ homes. Shirakumo was especially guilty of this, as he would use his clouds to fly over to his friends’ room windows and sneak in through through them. It became such a common occurrence that Aizawa, Yamada, and Kayama all decided to just keep their windows open for the cloud boy to come in whenever. Usually Aizawa would be Shirakumo’s favorite victim (he loved watching Aizawa leap out of his skin every time he knocked on the window), though Yamada and Kayama were just as entertaining (Shirakumo once knocked on Yamada’s window and nearly went deaf after the blond screamed with his quirk on. Kayama was a bit more risky for obvious reasons). Kayama was the first one to return the favor, however, and when Shirakumo saw her sitting on his bed in the dark while petting Sushi like an evil mastermind, he let out a high pitched scream that Kayama still holds over his head to this day. 

5. Kayama and Shirakumo "flirt" with each other all the time. You know Ayame and Shigure from Fruits Baskets? How they would say something incredibly corny to each other before suddenly being like, "haha cheers mate." That's these two. Since they hang out on a regular basis, people always make fun of them by calling them boyfriend/girlfriend. One day, they got so fed up with having to explain themselves that they decided, "fuck it, if they want a show we'll give them a show." When they made their first target pass out from a furious blush and a bloody nose, Shirakumo and Kayama made this their "how to keep hoes at bay" strategy. Yamada finds their antics hilarious, while Aizawa always thought it was weird. Every time they "flirt," Shirakumo and Kayama always make sure to say "no hetero" as soon as the other person is gone.

Now for the romantic headcannons!

1. Everything is the same, except Shirakumo forgot to say "no hetero." This made Shirakumo have an existential crisis for about a month. He would always ask himself, "Why didn't I say it that time? Was I being stupid? Or did I actually mean it? What if this changes our friendship forever? Oh God, what if she hates me?" Aizawa would always be the first person Shirakumo goes to to vent his woes, sometimes even coming to his room in the middle of the night. While Shirakumo would ramble about how bad it is to catch feelings for his gal pal, Aizawa would always listen until he's done before telling him to just confess. Shirakumo doesn't, and this routine lasts an entire month.

2. Kayama realizes Shirakumo's growing crush but doesn't say anything bc she wants to hear it from him. This man tries acting like nothing's bothering him, but he was as obvious as Dipper from Gravity Falls (muttering under his breath and hopping at the first opportunity to hang out with her). At first Kayama didn't think much of it, but when she caught him glaring at a couple gawking boys in the hallway, she realized what was also going on.

3. After 3 months of awkwardness, Kayama finally dragged him off on a date. Shirakumo was terrified the entire time, waiting for Kayama to tell him he's not her type, but was shocked when she bluntly told him, "we should start dating" after watching a movie. Everything fell into place afterwards.

4. These two became the hottest couple at UA. Up until the Tasomiya Incident, Shirakumo and Kayama acted a lot like how they did before, except they now had dinner dates, movie nights, and all the fun couple stuff like making out behind the school and genuinely flirting (much to their friends' disgust. Seriously, do these two have no shame?). Kayama loved going shopping, and Shirakumo was more than happy to carry around her stuff on his clouds. Once, they got caught sneaking out to the pier at night and made a brave escape on Shirakumo's clouds. As soon as they got back to his house, they were on the floor, laughing.

5. After Shirakumo's death, Kayama hadn't dated since. Sometimes she would go out whenever her friends would set her up, but Shirakumo was the last time she ever has a serious relationship. She protects Sushi with her life, even as he grows older. Sushi was the last living remnant of Shirakumo, and she wants to keep him for as long as possible.

Little does she know he may not be as dead as she thinks... (Dun, dun dun)

Anyways yeah, I’m a slut for this rarepair and it breaks my heart that there isn’t more content on it. Fear not, my fellow CloudNight stans, for I am making a fanfic on Ao3 rn and am also gonna make a one-shot in a few days! Thank you, Nightowl, for giving me the chance to scream for a bit! ;’)

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts #134

BBS Dialogue & Sentence Starter Prompts: [7]

VANOSSGAMING

That's what I was going for.

Where is your mugger?

Dude, I called him like twenty minutes ago.

I didn't know we can break that.

You didn't say, "bring your own merch."

Is this the one that's going to explode, right?

We're treating it like this is bowling.

We look like a family.

Did our father die?

Whose idea was this?

What are you trying to do?

It was so important to jump on the tree.

We found something extremely important, very serious.

Don't act like you're a part of this.

I just improv, I don't know what's going on.

How are we supposed to get across?

You're just doing your regular voice.

Stop throwing him, shoot the gun.

And same fate as me.

How are you not dead yet?

DAITHI DE NOGLA

Thanks guys, thanks, glad to be back.

We're going home poor, broke, and dead.

Don't be a bully.

Did someone fall?

You got so lucky.

I don't like it, I lost every single round, it's miserable.

You were so nice two seconds ago, what happened?

You've done it before, you'll do it again.

You're not going to win.

I'm glad I could make you so happy.

SMII7Y

Is that you guys driving?

I'm coming to you guys.

I'm getting an emergency alert system.

There's a guy driving towards it.

How close do you wanna be?

How about a photo of a dead cow?

Oh God, I ran it over again.

How fucking terrified are you that you're about to lose your house?

It sounds like you're really into it.

Take a fucking right.

BIGJIGGLYPANDA

I've actually gotten worse.

It was the best advice you ever got, you ungrateful fuck.

That is the most cursed shit I've ever seen.

Why do they look like that?

Ran out of time, that's as good as it's going to get.

I can't wait to show it off.

It looks just like me, I hate it.

I tried, but I failed.

You're making me feel worse about myself, stop.

That's fair, that's fine.

H2ODELIRIOUS

Who lives in a tunnel?

He kind of blended in.

Do you guys ever feel like you're going in circles?

How the hell are we going to get through?

It's even creepier in the red.

Follow the owl and get a prize.

I don't know how to draw a sheep either...

How am I supposed to draw this shit?

You guys are making us draw very cryptic shit.

Beautiful, mine is beautiful, I drew him perfectly.4

BASICALLYIDOWRK

You all just left me to die!

They have fucking rockets!

Oh my God, you're awful!

You're a fucking champion.

He's still on that rock.

That's what you get!

Have you taken down the demon lord yet?

Do you want me to tell you one more time?

Not if we kill him.

We can all afford it, baby, we can all afford it.

TERRORISER

Oh my God, someone kill someone.

I have more terabytes than you.

I have all day, bitch.

You of all people can't talk about brains.

Where does it say that?

Wait, does that mean I redeemed myself from fucking up the first attempt?

You'll find a way.

What is that, Luigi's Mansion, what the fuck?

We're fucked on this one, okay, what the fuck.

The motherfucker ain't hunting cause he's a bitch!