#i like the colors in this drawing but i just picked them randomly somehow.

[daily-basil]

I’m overjoyed to find yet another Basil fan! He’s my favorite too~

Anyway, could you draw him enjoying some tea and pastries? I feel like he really likes tea

There's no cat in the picture but in my heart he's in a cat café.

[ratcash-wasgud]

Hihi! Hope you are having a great day, but I had an idea/request for a modern mizu headcanons or fic? or a mix of both? I've been having a rough week, and dealing with some sh. i know this can be triggering for some, so don't write it if it's too much, but I'd really appreciate maybe a modern mizu x struggling or sh reader? and mizu does what she can to help reader feel better and keep reader safe from harming themselves? i hope this is okay! xoxo

hey lovely! no, no, this is actually so valid. i love this idea.

TW tho, as obvious, self harm and mention of suicide.

I hope you enjoy this one.

"...Hey, you...you okay?" Mizu steps into the bathroom, her face draining of color. She noticed how different you were acting these past weeks;

Randomly going silent during conversations, refusing to make eye contact with anyone, or biting you lips and picking at your skin violently...

But she'd never thought she'd see this. You, the love of her life, the one she'd die if she lost, the only one keeping her sane, standing or...hunching over in front of the bathroom sink, blood trickling and dripping everywhere, and your eyes looking back at her.

She's frozen. She doesn't know what to do. She doesn't know what would be right to do in this situation. Should she comfort you? Do you even want her comfort right now?

But all those questions flee her mind the moment your lips start trembling, your eyes narrow and fill up with tears, your nose scrunching up in a sniffle. "I...I'm sorry."

Mizu doesn't hesitate to basically jump away from the door and rush to hug you, not caring about the blood getting on her clothes. "It's okay...it's okay." She whispers it like a mantra in your ear. "Everything's fine...I'm here, you're here. We're here...i promise everything's fine."

After that, she sat on the bathroom floor with you until you calmed down, stroking your back while whispering the same, calming things in your ear.

When you calmed down, Mizu bandaged up your arms in silence after cleaning them up. She made sure to be gentle, not wanting to touch any cuts directly, but putting enough pressure on them to stop the bleeding. She didn't dare to look into your eyes while she did it, but when she was done, she leaned down to gently kiss the bandages.

She didn't ask anything, as she didn't know what to ask, or if she can even ask anything. She was just...worried. Worried more than anything.

She then silently led you to the bed, cuddled up behind you, and waited for the similar sound of your breathing slowing down as you fell asleep.

She couldn't sleep for a couple hours more tho. She stayed up, eyes closed, face burried into the warmth of your neck from behind.

You're warm. You're still here.

The next morning, she woke up before you, preparing coffee like she always does for you. When you came out to the kitchen, your eyes sleepy and the bandages still tight on your arms, Mizu gathered up all her strength.

"...can you tell me why?" She asks, her voice low and quiet. You looked at her for a couple moments, before sitting down at the kitchen table.

You started talking about your family backround, how school and work combined stress you out, how you don't like looking at yourself in the mirror. Mizu knew she was the one asking, but she hated hearing it, because she felt powerless.

But even if she felt that way, she was determined. She'll somehow make it better for you.

She spent the next day, thinking about ways to help you get more comfortable with yourself.

She started drawing small cats and bugs on your bandages when she changed them, to make you not want to throw up when you see them.

She stole your lipstick to make a kissmark on the mirror, to exactly where your forehead is in height, so everytime you look in the mirror, you get "kissed".

And she came up with this genius idea to bug a huge pack of stickers, and give you one for every day you stay clean.

She knew it wasn't much.

But to you it meant the world.

[adoregojo]

candy ˚ 𖧧 ₊

wowowowo a rin ficcc (kinda short tho) warnings ➥ kiss

"I brought you some candy."

the voice of your boyfriend rang you out. he steps in your shared apartment after he took his shoes off carrying a plastic bag with what it looks like some candy and other items you asked him to bring on his way home.

he takes off his black jacket hanging it besides your own, ruffling his dark green locks of snow as he walks up to you. you notice he was wearing you two rabbit matching socks, the same socks he claimed it looked ridiculous and he'll never be seen wearing them.

it was cold at this time of Tokyo yet rin was willing to freeze his butt just to get your needs, even if you told him that he can get it later he had a damn thick skull and refused to take any other objection from you.

you shifted to the side with your laptop for him to sit beside you, he quickly spread in hands in a silent request for you to warm it up for him. so you gently warped your hands in his, rubbing your warm hands against his freezing once than locking you two fingers together.

"you really didn't have to go all that way for some silly stuff." you said, pressing a little peck against the back of his hand.

"you said you were carving something sweet.." rin pulls his hands away from yours, not in a harsh way. but he fears you'll somehow will hear his rabid heart pounding.

rin didn't like the cold, but it was more that he hated how it made him feel. lonely and lost, abandoned with no light to guide him to end up dying slowly. what he hated the most that it was the opposite of you, you were warm, he felt the safest in your arms. like the light was holding him.

you, you were the bright light in his coldest winter night.

he placed the plastic bag on the table, you in a swift snatched the bag to see what's inside, you raised in brow when you got a grip of an unfamiliar candy. you twisted it around to check the brand.

but overall it didn't look that bad, and didn't matter that much as long as he brought you something. "aww, rinnie, you didn't have too." a teasing smile draw it way on your face.

"shut up.." rin muttered, he felt the tip of his ear getting slightly hot at your words. "I didn't find your favourite so I brought this." he brushed off the bashful remains.

"the cashier said each one has it own flavour."

"woah cool.." honestly it looked cool, the mixes colors between red and rainbows with a cute cartoon character as the logo.

you existentially opened it. you hummed in unsureness of what to pick of too many colors with different tastes, so you just closed your eyes and picked randomly. rin was grateful your eyes were fully closed to not witness the fond smile at your silly act.

"I'll take this one!" it was a yellow one, without thinking twice before you threw the candy in your mouth.

"how'd it taste?" rin asked as your face slowly turned into a grimaced expression. he almost let out a laugh. almost.

"mmm..it's probably banana..but it tastes more like a rotten one." it wasn't that bad but the taste just wasn't for you.

you thought maybe taking a different tast would cover over this one flavour.

"let's try this one-"

before you could your words, a pair of cold lips smashed into yours, your eyes widened and you couldn't process what was happening when the soft lips against yours didn't mercy you and you felt like you were gonna faint. as rin took advantage of your flabbergasted state to slide his tongue through your slightly parted lips.

you felt dizzy as he kept digging deeper until he could feel the shape of the candy. he didn't back off immediately, refusing to break the kiss just yet. he locked his mouth with yours and you felt like you couldn't run away when it felt so good. tangling your tongues and he tasted like the same candy yet something more sweet something heavenly you couldn't get your fingers on. your hand run on his chest, you didn't know if it was for him to continue or to back him away.

he was mindlessly devouring you like starved man and you could feel the lack of the air, you were too foggy to care and all you mind was about rin, and the warmth blooming in your chest.

feeling you were out of breath, rin breaks away resulting you two to part, drawing a streak of saliva. a remains from such a shameless kiss.

for a second you two faces are still close almost as if rin was holding himself back from kissing again you endlessly, at this closeness you could count his pretty under-lashes as you let out a few breath before rin shifted back to his position.

"you're right, they taste a little rotten. but they taste better now." rin said calmly, as if he did not just suck the life out of your mouth a second ago, you tried to get a grip of yourself. you wondered what the hell was that. it's not like it was bad, fuck no, that kiss made you feel like floating.

you glanced at your boyfriend to see his neck and ears burning hot, at leats your weren't the only one who was taken off by that.

hehe, people kissing.. have a nice day everyone :3

[quirkle2]

I CARE AND WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ANY HEADCANONS YOUVE GOT

WAILS,,,,, IF UR SURE ,, i do indeed have so many Thoughts

small warning for minor slime rancher 2 spoilers, mainly areas of the map, but also some new slimes !

at first i thought of wars and ledge having a ranch alone (slime rancher 2 conservatory) and the others having their own little ranches close by and they visit each other often ! but then i thought abt them all just living ranch au style in one place,,, i'm leanin more toward them all living together on one ranch now honestly

whatever the case, i think legend would love the far far range. i think all of them would, but legend fuckin loves exploring every little nook and cranny, wild and hyrule too, and i think they'd all go on little adventures and scout missions, searching for anything new, mapping out new places they find. legend would think all of the areas in both games r just so so fuckign Pretty

two of legend's favorite places to hang out is the big tree in the conservatory, and the big blue and pink tree in the middle of starlight strand. both trees r big and beautiful and twisting and i think he'd Love to climb up there and draw in his maps and sketchbooks, watchin the slimes bounce around

wars' favorite place to hang out is ember valley, atop any of the large rock pillars that loom over everything else. he uses his jetpack to get up there when he needs a couple hours to himself, brings a book or two with him, and simply lies in the grass on top and reads. his quiet places r usually slime-free as well—even though he loves slimes and thinks they're adorable, even a rancher gets tired and wants to be completely alone from time to time—so he typically picks someplace that's high and out of the way, where he can't hear any slimes or can't get attacked by tarr

wars' Other favorite spot is actually directly next to slimes, but it's wars' second favorite of the little guys—puddle slimes :) once again in ember valley, in that little pond down at the south end that pours waterfalls down to the pond below. that spot is So quiet and nice, and wars actually Loves the sounds puddle slimes make, and the sounds of the waterfalls r calming to him. sometimes he reads there and even falls asleep

wars likes taking pictures. legend likes drawing. sometimes they play a silly little game where legend hands him a landscape he drew and he has to try and find that spot on the far far range and take a picture of that exact place and perspective. in exchange, wars gives him pictures he's taken and legend gets to draw more landscapes with the pics as references

wars and wind have given all their bee drones nicknames. they have also decorated them w fashion pods and wars' favorite one is barry the bastard, who wears big circular glasses and sometimes glitches out and flies directly into walls (wars pets him and coos at him and fixes his trajectory like he is an actual being w feelings and not a robot made to finish tasks. he loves him very much)

^ i like to think there is a way to manually pilot the bee drones somehow (phone app,,,) and wars likes to annoy legend while he's sitting up in the tree drawing maps n shit. buzzes around him and presses the button that makes the bee flip and make funny little noises. legend hates him (legend loves him and thinks it's funny) (wars sometimes brings him snacks w the bee drones randomly . there's text that replaces the drone's face that says "snack break <3")

legend's favorite slime is the ringtail. he thinks it's cute and loves when their faces get all mischievous. what r they up to...............

wars' favorite is the flutter slime :) he thinks they're Beautiful, especially when sunlight shines through them and brightens their colors. he loves those things (they have a few flutter slimes flying around the conservatory purely because wars likes watching them fly and imabout to cry over that)

wind's favorite is the boom slime; he thinks they're funny. four really likes the batty slimes. sky adores the mosaics. time rly likes mochi's quicksilver slimes. hyrule likes the honey ones. twi adores tabby and hunter slimes, thinks they're cute and have done nothing wrong ever in their lives. wild likes the cotton slimes, and also the fire ones cuz he thinks they're cool

AND ALSO........ wars' scars in that drawing. >:) (warning from here on out for a bit of graphic injury, being eaten alive just a little bit, and generally just,, me yanking the innocence out of this game w my teeth)

i like to think of tarr slimes as Actually Really Dangerous and instead of just calmly vaccing them against ur nozzle and launching them into the sea, they're a lot more difficult to deal with in this world. firstly, they seem to be .... Meltier than other slimes, so i think vaccing them up against ur nozzle and them Staying Together is nearly impossible. they'd simply melt to the ground or Around ur vacpack and if everything goes right for them, they could just grab ur vacpack away and Eat You.

rly the only surefire way to get rid of them is to splash them w water, of course, but if u Don't have a water source ? ur,, in trouble

in sr2, it's a Lot more difficult to find water sources, mostly because the slime sea is no longer a viable source to vac up. and at some point, wars had run out of water in his reserve tank, had witnessed a tarr outbreak right next to him and Well .

they'd grabbed at him, at his face, at his arm and side, and started eating at his flesh. the only reason he got away was because legend had been just a field over, heard the screams, and had water in his reserve. legend definitely saved his life

tarr actually eats u alive in this world. it clings to skin and dissolves muscle and bone, and of course, the more it eats, the more it multiplies. tarr had been crawling and clinging to wars' skin all over his right side and if legend hadn't had a few splashes left in his tank, it would've simply continued and eaten him whole

the effects of tarr made him very sick for a long time (to the point where the others feared they'd still lose him), and it took months to get back on his feet and recovery fully. he still has scars along the parts where he was grabbed and dissolved, black and inky, and if the light shines on them just right, u can see an array of rainbowy colors, much like the tarr look

after that, time doesn't let them leave the ranch without a full water reserve in their vacpacks.

[goodbyenorthernlights]

randomly: thoughts on characters' formalwear. ocs. slayers. undertale. whatever u feel like

Generally when I draw my characters in formal wear I'm not putting a huuuuge amount of thought into it, and just sort of draw them in whatever I think would look cute. I don't think most of my characters are the sort who regularly go to black tie type affairs, so I mostly just use it as an excuse to go a little more self-indulgent with the clothes, rather than consider what they realistically would have lying around in their wardrobe.

I could probably give more specific thoughts on what a specific character would do for formal wear, though, if asked? So for example...

Gemma doesn't think much about her clothes or have strong feelings about her wardrobe, and I don't think she'd own any actual formal wear. If she somehow was in a situation where she did have to dress up, she'd probably take whatever she could find (relying on the guidance of Wrilnora or whoever else might be available to give opinions) although she'd favor fairly conservative outfits. High necklines, long sleeves and skirts, more severe colors.

I imagine for Rezo, part of why he has this impressive, fancy robe outfit as his default outfit is... He can just always look Suitably Impressive when he needs to be and doesn't have to think about what he's wearing today. It's like the fantasy wizard equivalent of always wearing a little black dress or a suit and tie. If he suddenly is called upon to have a press conferance or whatever he won't need to get changed. I don't think he's someone who cares much about fashion and that, paradoxically, is why he dresses so impressively.

Chara, I imagine they kind of hate formal wear. Because it's itchy!!! And formal! They'd rather be out playing in the mud in shorts than be wearing a dress or a suit and having to not squirm. If they got to pick out their own formal clothes, they'd probably settle on purple robes, or maybe a suit, something that reminds them of the royal regalia of the Dreemurrs.

[kunikuzxshi]

Ayato because a lot of people like him apparently. I get the appeal tbh

I got him literally at the most 30 minutes after his release at I think like 23 or 24 pity. I meant to pull on Venti’s banner bc I had a guaranteed 5 star. I still got him though, might not get childe now :( I had to use the pulls I saved for childe on venti instead

Random ass headcanons because I wanna get into writing again while I have energy

Sfw <3

Feel like he has his own, less expensive version of his jacket for you. It doesn’t have sleeves nearly as long as his though, I’m sorry

110% has a safe and when you look in it, it’s a piece of paper that explains how he pulls boba from behind his sleeve

Chess with him like in that one scene with him and Thoma, except he lets you beat him

^ he will crush you in chess if you start bragging a little too much about beating him

Kinda mean. Probably comes up behind you and nudges you just a little too hard to kinda knock you forward

The food he fucks up is still edible but he won’t eat it, therefore I think he’s picky. Just made something savory instead of sweet I think in his voiceline, or maybe it was the other way around

Leaves his sword straight up just sitting on your bed, probably because he forgot to grab it before he got up

On that note, it’s probably under his pillow or the bed every night bc yknow, easy access if something happens

He snores fucking louder than a jet engine, I’m sorry sweetie

Thoma’s somehow always in your room more than you. Probably to clean up the shit ayato takes in there and then leaves there

Has definitely taken some of his work into your room and finished it in bed, and then just forgot it the second he needed it

^ hence why Thoma’s practically always in there, even if he’s not cleaning

Sometimes he has Thoma pick up stuff for you when he’s busy and claims that he did everything to get it for you

He’d probably let you brush his hair while he’s working either really late or really early

Yknow how when you’re trying to do something without making much sound and you go a lot slower? My guy spends 30 minutes trying to get out of bed just to not wake you up

Thoma ends up knocking on the door and waking you up anyway while he’s halfway out of the covers

There is ONE clean spot on his desk and that’s where he lets you sit when he’s busy

Kinda likes when you just sit there with him

Maybe get a book and read a little bit of it to him. He’s paying attention… as much as he can at least

Still likes just hearing your voice. You could be gushing over some random cat you saw earlier and he would not know what you’re saying but still takes comfort in it

Probably puts his hand on you randomly. One day it might be on your shoulder, the next it could be on your thigh. Don’t point out the last one though, he does it subconsciously and will turn the same color as Thoma’s vision

Has fallen asleep during his lunch breaks because you let him rest his head on your shoulder

If you’re in bed when he’s not busy, depending on where you’re facing, he might kinda pounce on you

If you’re napping… he still would. If it’s after noon and you’re sleeping at all, it’s fair game for him to wake you up

Has memorized your favorite boba (if you like it)

Most likely had a drawer in his desk that’s solely just snacks for both you and him. And Ayaka if she manages to find them

Thoma gets none bc he can make his own food

He had someone clear out a room in the estate for you and now it’s your own little area. Not like you don’t have your bedroom-

If you draw, he insists you try and draw him and Ayaka at least once. Thoma too if you want to, but he thinks it’d be cute to have a family picture drawn by you

Jokes about you dueling with him and Ayaka a lot

Forehead kisses when he’s stressed!!! And not for him, for you, cause nothing calms him down quite like seeing you smile… except boba, but that’s besides the point

Probably squishes your cheeks when you stare at him for a little too long

Cooks with you but gets the seasoning mixed up. He sucks at measuring things too

Likes when you go with him to see another commissioner, though you have to wait outside. He just likes the walk with you tbh and he doesn’t really have much free time so that’s the closest thing he can get usually

You cannot tell me he doesn’t wear makeup of some kind, whether it’s eyeliner or… idk I suck with makeup. Anyway, he’d let you try your hand at doing his makeup, or he’d do some of yours, whatever you want <3

You can do the math. Don’t ask why I have so many pages, I wanted razor and didn’t get him until 40 pity and venti at 160

[shu-sakamaki]

(TW : Bullying)

Random and dark headcanons about Shuu Sakamaki

If you are not comfortable with those themes please just scroll, I don't want to make anyone uneasy, it's for fiction and fantasies only, Shuu is in NO WAY meant to be portrayed in real life, he is not a good person and none of his actions are acceptable.

In which you're a bride living in the Sakamaki manor :

- His voice is really low, much lower and raspier than his voice in the anime, it just makes more sense to me because he's always sleepy and horny, sadly he's the one who speaks the less (like, sir, just keep your mouth open and never shut up 👄🔪)

- He's just so disgusted everytime Reiji come near him that he's always scrunching his nose for a split second and then furrows his brows as if he smelled something bad but it's just Reiji (🤣🤣) and four eyes get even more mad.

- If your staring at him for too long he will stare back at you and look at you up and down. Now, there's two type of look, there is the "gtfo of my face, you're burning my eyes" (which is kinda hot in its own way 👉👈) and the "I'm horny as hell, keep staring at me I will mount you, female." And I don't know how, but he notice everything, you can try and  be unnoticeable by looking at him and then looking away but when your looking back at him again, he's staring right at your soul like 👁-👁 (sir pls stop you're scaring me)

- He have bedroom eyes like, 90 % of the times, Shuu always seems to be in his own reality with his closed eyes and earphones, he somehow look zooted (on sleep and sex uhu, anyways letmeshutup)

- He's the king of side-eye, if you bother his slumber he will give you the saltiest, hottest, coldest side-eye, it'll make you tear up. My theory is that he can make people crumble with just a look. (and that's on 💫trauma💫)

- Now that we're on the subject of tears, Shuu loves them (you monster) and try a lot of things mainly out of boredom and just to randomly see you cry because why not. And him being a teaser + dacryphilia is the worst thing you can ask for. Because when the oldest lay his interest on someone, I think that the rest of the brothers kinda back off to  not make him angry (they're not suicidal gud gud) so you're just getting bullied by him and everyone is just watching.

- For example when you walk past him, he'll pinch your thighs and it always hurts so bad and leaves red/purple spots or just grab your wrist and hold it really hard till you cry and beg him to not break it. And sometimes he'll just plainly ignore you which can be worst because it's always leaving you with the impression that something's gonna fall upon you when you least expect it. (Not mister playing as the Fates) And if you try to avoid him, he's going to catch up on it pretty fast and suddenly you're seeing him everywhere and he's not going to limit his torture to the manor, even in school he will find ways to terrorize you. He will say the lewdest, dirtiest things to you like its nothing or will just sneak up on you and touch your butt in the hall. (You need to keep an eye on him like the bogeyman). It's just a game for him, he's bored and you're the perfect prey to toy with.

- Yeah also he doesn't care about consent... just like the rest of his demonic gremlins of brothers, resisting him just makes it more fun for him. But if you are actually getting aggressive like pulling his hair, slapping him or scratching his skin he'll put out his knife (he gon look at you like dis 🔵👄🔵🔪) and will threatens to kill you really slowly. A thing about his knife, is that admin once said that he's carrying it everywhere, so he can just pull it out of idk where and rub it on your skin, threatening silently to slit your throat at any moment. There is always that one kid who like to draw on people's arms with a marker in school, Shuu does the same with his knife, you have little cuts here and there because of him.

- He's manipulative and merciless, you can pour your heart out to him and tell him how something just broke you and he's gonna look at you like "and what does it got to do with me?" or just fall asleep on you. He picks a lot on your insecurities just because he knows where it hurts (he doesn't really think it, he don't care lol) and will talk to you with such a mocking/condescending tone, as if your stupid and its not like you can complain about it.

- Shuu appears at the most random times and just ask you to do things that HE'S supposed to do. And you can either do your thing and he won't care or be bothered that you disobeyed and will punish you. Admin mentioned it often, how one of the scariest thing with Shuu is the unlimited feeling of uncertainty, you really never know. One day he's cool with you and the other he's not.

- Remember when Shuu talked about seduction ? He said that its the difference between him and Laito. Laito thrives off people's fear and disgust of him and he will force himself upon them, and with Laito, you're mainly scared of him. But with Shuu, there is something quite exciting about him being around you and just giving you his attention. (Idk how to explain it, it's the Shuu Effect 🦋) Sometimes you can even feel like you have a choice, when you really don't. He's guilt-tripping you a lot of the time and you don't realize it sometimes and think that it's your decision, but honey...

- When he starts to get use to you, use to you taking care of him and use to your presence that's when the trickiest part comes up. He can either, get bored of you so he'll probably leave you alone giving green signals to his brothers to do whatever they want (or he kills you) or he's falling in love.

- You know that he's falling in love with you when he's more around you to the point when he's the only face that you're seeing and his brothers are just avoiding you like the plague, everyone does, it's like, even humans have a gut feeling that being around you won't bring them good because of the scary demon behind you. (Well if you listen to him it's more of a "You're the one obsessed with me and not the opposite" but yk), he's going to insult you every ten seconds because you looked at an alive being "I'm not looking at you for ten seconds and you're already whoring yourself out ? Pathetic." (But really, it's the poSseSsiViTy), I can also see him as being more touchy in a way but it varies, it don't necessarily mean that Shuu would go tender on you.

- He built a wall around him (like attack on titan type of wall duh, Wall Maria I see you 🙄) to block and repulse any being who wants to be close to him, so when he realizes that he's falling in love with you (and hard because Shuu don't have the concept of limit) he will probably get scared and would try to back off, scare you, being even more brutal because he need to know, need to be sure, how willing you are to be with him. He can't handle a deception and also I feel like he is pretty aware of his mental state and he is deeply scared of losing you and losing himself completely in the same boat.

- When he starts to really care for you, I think that he will start to have nightmares again, especially about Edgar and other stuff involving you because how scared he is. Which bring me to an article that admin about Shuu mastering aftercare, it's 100% logic that he's with you and whispering sweet nothing till he sure that you are safe and asleep with him.

- When his shell starts to crack, it's when he's going to be as his probably most vulnerable state when you can just see how much the paranoia, the possessivity and all the trauma cloud his mind. He will still try to test you for some time and just kinda...still observing like a predator (but with more of a lovesick turn) till he's certain that you will not betray him. And don't take it personally, that's just how he is, everything has been taken away from him, all the happiness, all the color were sucked out of his life, and when there is a real opportunity of getting this happiness back he doesn't play. Literally, Shuu can not handle losing someone important again or he will go full-on Kanato insane. That's why he drown himself in sex and sleep, to not think, that's why he always have sound in his earbuds, to not hear the silence. Its not Shuu's fault that Edgar is dead, it's not his fault if the German shepherd got killed, it's not his fault if his mother didn't took care of his brother, but he'll still take the blame. (Well maybe not for Reiji but you get it.)

Thanks to everyone who manages to read it through and have a good day and remember that you're loved and worthy ❤😌

((I honestly LOVE how you emphasize the canon aspect that Shu has NO LIMITS. Or he LOVES you to the point of obsession, or no deal. That IS Shu... And I'm scared about the person I'm becoming but the ones about how scary he actually is while statically staring at you?... Was hot... O///O ???))

[antiloreolympus]

8 Anti LO Asks

1. the thing is like even the poets we draw from get critiqued too. a lot of people thought hesiod was an evangelist with an agenda to push, homer (if they existed) was often lampooned for contradicting lines and spending too much time making lists than developing the story, aeschylus and euripides were both seen as biased and cynical and were often mocked, along with many more, and yet LO fans think their kiwi tumblr fave is somehow above all of them and shouldn't be critiqued? Get over yourselves

2. the problem with the 'make your own story" argument is that, assuming you try to retell hxp at least, youll have LO fans attacking you for "stealing" from rachel, who in turn never promotes or supports other retellings unless it adheres to her worldview (such as OSP). say what you will on punderworld or ficlets, but they always prop up lesser known creators with their platforms, meanwhile rachel when tasked with helping others (like Lets Play) she made it about herself. that speaks volumes.

3. a lot of LO fans think antis are just randomly haters but that's not true. Most of us were once devoted fans who couldn't ignore all the issues anymore and who still remember when it had promise and effort put into it, not the rushed husk it is now. It isnt just blindly hating it, it's being annoyed & disappointed of what could have been and how much the comic has declined and how the fans refuse to acknowledge its faults. How would we know how badly its gone down if we weren't fans once?

4. idk man i wouldnt tell people who dislike lo to make their own comics because those end up being way better. reylos did the same thing to disney over how badly they hated the last star wars movie and now their fanfics are becoming NYT bestsellers. just saying.

5. Maybe I'm dating myself here but one of the funniest parts of fandom used to be the most devoted fans calling out the bad stuff in what we liked and discussing it, because it was fan to pick it apart and clown on it. IDK why now LO fans and people like them are so convinced they can only mindlessly praise with no dissent and all critique is invalid. It's basic critical thinking skills that one can like something and still acknowledge the flaws. It's a bad look to admit you can't do so IMHO.

6. lo fans really need to get off this high horse that lo is perfect and therefore can never be criticized. even the best pieces of work ever have actual things to critique within them, and lo is not somehow better than all of them  to not be critiqued as well. its an ever growing list of issues lo keeps adding up because of who is behind. sorry, rachel, if you want sole credit for the writing and art, you have to own all the critiques too, and the fans needs to accept it. 

7. sorry, LO fans, but we are allowed to critique a work that gets so much privleges that even other webtoon creators dont get (seriously, the majority stull have to live off commission work while working on a full time comic) meanwhile rachel gets away with bad writing, cliffhangers that aren’t resolved for years, worsening art, and her bad and entitled attitude all while the company constantly promotes her while the majority of their catalog doesn’t, she has a full team rushing work for her while she at best does sketches and the occasional banner art, and gets her a bunch of media deals that the rest won’t ever get even a scrap of, all while already being a well off, privileged white woman who cries to her thousands of fans when her ego is bruised because more and more people are noticing her shitty politics and morals put into her work and are rightfully calling it out. at the very least you’d think someone in such a high rank at one of the worlds biggest media houses would actually put in the effort to make the best product she can and respect the people and culture she’s making bank off of, but she’s not and frankly does not seem like she ever will. She quite literally said it’s HER story and she’s allowed to do what she wants with it, and has spoken over Greeks time and time again that their input doesn’t matter over her personal feelings and thoughts. you don’t see other people in her position who also made bank (such as Rick Riordan or Madeline Miller) treat Greece and it’s people so awfully as her, her fans, and her product do, yet she gets all the excuses in the world while the above mentioned and others work on their mistakes and try to always put their best products out there, all while respecting Greece and it’s stories and even giving platforms to the underrepresented, meanwhile Rachel herself can’t even keep colors in line or keep designs on model while her writing gets more and more nonsensical, with her status only going to enrich herself and her ego while the rest are clinging to survive. God willing, maybe another mythology webtoon will be picked up to give her some competition and actually force her to put in the work for the rewards she earned off the backs of others, and that can’t happen soon enough.

8. NGL, kinda funny that LO Stan defends it by claiming people who dislike it are just “hacks like the woman behind 50 shades” like … uh … you know LO is ripped off from 50 shades, right? Like quite literally, it’s almost point for point exactly the same as 50 shades, down to the CEO with mommy issues and BDSM mixed with weird obsessions over a college girl’s virginity and a jealous ex who is into it versus the pure MC. Rachel is literally the hack ripping off 50 shades that that stan is claiming antis are. Wild stuff.

Anyway both the 50 shades woman and Rachel owe Stephanie Meyers a lot of money Bc they both in turn just ripped off Twilight anyway lol

Based on this post:

https://alatismeni-theitsa.tumblr.com/post/663420719494053888/why-not-write-a-take-of-your-own-on-the-myths

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aot characters and if they’re good at uno or not

can you tell i’m just a litttlee bored?

eren: literal dog water💀💀 im sorry. i feel like he would just get too caught up in the moment of a +2 or skip war and use up all his special cards. the kind of player to get uno a lot but never wins because someone else jean ruins it for him, definitely rage quits, 5/10

armin: REALLY good at uno but not until halfway through the game. i feel like he’d be stuck at 3-4 cards for awhile and may have to pick up some more, but somehow always figures a way out of it. wins most of the time and sometimes feels bad so he’ll throw the game on purpose every once in awhile, 9/10

sasha & connie: grouping them together because they always share a hand in uno. it takes them awhile to put down a card when it’s their turn because they whisper to and make jokes with each other before deciding. they like playing to have fun (not always to win) so they instigate all of the +2 and skip wars. i feel like i could see them purposely trying to get all of the cards in their hand to be one color. sometimes they help jean win. theyre 8/10 at their best

levi: honestly could be really good if he tried but he lowkey thinks hes above it/would rather be doing something else. he doesn’t have any cool plays w skips/draw cards or anything so you never really notice that he’s getting close to uno. in a group game, he’s usually the 2nd or 3rd person to uno-out, 8/10

hange: the best uno player in the bunch, but doesn’t always play to win. sometimes they just randomly target people by using all their skips and draw cards on them (levi is the usual victim rip), 1000000/10

erwin: kinda confused and doesn’t really know how to play, probably shows hange his cards and asks for help. i feel like he doesn’t understand how to stack cards by number to help him. doesn’t know the difference between a wild card and +4. the group would definitely let him win a game out of pity, 3/10

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Chance Encounter

1: PROLOGUE

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible.

Rating: T

Note: I’m going to deviate from my usual fluffy stuff. I was browsing my draft collection, because there is a lot of pending write-ups and this one’s been there for far too long… since 2017 to be exact. Procrastinate much.

This was originally planned as a two-chaptered fic. And I’m hoping I stick to that.

Summary: There was a weird sensation pulling at her midriff; followed by a loud, sucking sound before she was suddenly plunged into darkness. 

“Watch out!”

The shrill sound of Usopp screaming reached her ears. Nami watched, horrified, as each of her nakama evaded the eerie, almost dark purplish light that was heading towards them.

She stood, rooted on the spot. Her body failing to move even as her brain kept commanding it to shift out of the way or she’s going to take a direct hit.

Her brown-colored orbs widened with the realization that she’s not going to make it in time. Her hands tightened their grip on her weapon as the light advanced towards to her.

She heard Luffy’s voice shouting her name, as well as the wailing cry of their cook calling out for her. She didn’t understand why in that split second before the light hit her, her senses seemed to have become acute.

There was Robin’s loud gasp, Chopper bursting into tears, Franky screaming ‘strong right’ and Brook yelling Yahazu Giri.

Her ears picked up the sound of someone running towards her. Her eyes tried to search for the source of the sound. Somehow in the back of her mind, she already knew who was responsible for it.

She stared haplessly as Zoro tried to reach her in time to save her from the damning light. His face was taut with concentration as he tried to move faster towards her.

“Nami!” He shouted, one sword-less hand stretching out to her.

Surprisingly, she was able to lift her own towards him.

“Zoro…” she whispered his name, vainly trying to reach out to him.

 But he was too late.

The light hit her. It enveloped her whole body, her whole being—warm and unexpectedly soothing.

There was a weird sensation pulling at her midriff; followed by a loud, sucking sound before she was suddenly plunged into darkness.

The Straw Hat pirates stared, aghast, as their orange-haired navigator suddenly disappeared right before their very eyes.

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​It was Monkey D. Luffy’s idea, as usual, to explore the unknown island where they just dropped anchor.

After two weeks of nothing but the ocean in their sight, the exuberant captain was at the end of his expectedly short rope to have his ‘land adventure time’—much to the chagrin of everyone who knows that Luffy’s so-called adventures usually ends with all of them knee-deep in trouble.

After the kaizoku bento was distributed, the crew separated into groups: one to survey the island, one to look for the town and restock their supplies and one to stop Luffy’s idiocy from rampaging. Brook volunteered to guard the ship and Sanji promised to relieve him once he’s able to get some food shopping done.

​All’s well until the survey and babysitter groups ran into some weird, crazy guy who has the strange ability to make anyone or anything disappear. How Luffy came across the downright creepy fellow while exploring the mountain’s forest… no one can answer. After all, said captain has an unusual knack for attracting trouble everywhere he goes.

It was a good thing though that for such a rather powerful ability, their enemy seems to be truly unaware of its true potential. For he was just randomly flinging purplish circle of lights, screaming that they leave him alone or he’ll make them all disappear with his power.

Usopp concluded that it was probably because the guy’s got too many loose screws in his head. After all, he was living hermetically in an isolated cave on top of the island’s mountain.

The others, sensing that something was amiss when both groups failed to return to the Sunny after a few hours and seeing the tell-tale signs of a battle going on up in the mountains made their way to the skirmish.

It should’ve been an easy battle, but someone had to deliberately irritate the hell more out of the enemy by dousing him with seawater.

Much to the crew’s amazement, the only effect of the water was to vex their opponent more as he hurled much larger circle of lights at them. This was not a devil fruit user as they had originally believed.

A surprised gasp came from Robin and she went on to explain that while visiting the town’s library earlier, she read something about an old island legend regarding an accursed man who has the power to make people and things disappear.

“Not a devil fruit Robin-chan?” Sanji asked as he avoided another light aimed at his direction.

Robin shook her head. “Unfortunately, no,” she answered. Behind her, Usopp and Chopper dove at the same time behind a bush to evade a light whooshing towards them. "And here I thought it was just a legend." The excitement in her voice was evident despite them being under attack.

“So it’s a mystery power!” Luffy exclaimed excitedly, holding onto his hat firmly as he jumped randomly to escape the lights directed at him.

“You can say so, sencho-san” Robin replied smiling. She hid behind a tree as another round light whizzed past her.

“So how do we beat him?” Zoro growled. He launched a Pondo Ho towards one of the lights. Both his slash and the light dissipated out of thin air. He sidestepped to elude another and promptly collided with the navigator.

“Zoro!” Nami chastised him frowning. “Watch where you’re going!”

“Well don’t just stand there like tree woman!”

“Marimo!” Sanji screamed at him. “How dare you hit Nami-swan!”

“Uruse ero-cook!”

“Shitty swordsman!” The cook seethed.

“I can’t believe you’re getting lost even here.” Nami snapped, fighting the urge to bonk his thick head with her Clima-tact. She roughly pulled at his green coat just as another light flew past the swordsman’s left side.

“Thanks but no thanks witch,” the green-haired lad scowled at her.

“Hey I just saved you! Gratitude please!” Nami retorted. Another light soared towards them and Zoro wasted no time in grabbing her around the waist and pulling her behind a tree.

“Now we’re even.” He muttered condescendingly as they hid behind the trunk. Nami huffed in response and they watched as Franky leaped at the bushes beside them, hollering ‘super’ as he dodged an attack sent towards him.

“Ok this is getting way too long!” Sanji complained.

“Took the words right out of my mouth, swirly!” Zoro sneered, drawing out another katana. Nami backed away from him as the he stepped out of their hiding place.

“Did not, baka kenshin!” The cook yelled back.

“Usopp,” Nami called the long-nosed sniper. “Long-range attacks!”

Usopp nodded. With their enemy’s ability, it poses a much lesser risk to hit him with flying attacks rather than meet him head on.

“Luffy, Sanji-kun!” Nami warned both the cook and the captain not to attack the enemy.

“Hai, Nami-swaaan!”

“But Namiiii…” Their captain childishly protested. Bored from jumping too much, he landed beside the navigator with a pout.

Nami pulled his ear. “Baka! What are you going to do if you get hit with that light and you disappear?!”

“Let the others attack him first Luffy,” Robin said, appearing behind them suddenly. Crossing her arms in front of her, she said, “Franky!”

“Aaww!” Franky, who felt hands pushing him up, jumped from the bushes where he landed earlier, striking a super pose to indicate the he's a-ok.

“Brook!” Sanji bellowed, not seeing the skeleton anywhere near the vicinity.

“Right here Sanji-san,” Brook answered, way up on one of the trees near them.

“Damn it you idiot where you hiding there all the time?!”

“Yohohohoho!”

“Chopper where are you?!” Nami looked around hoping the doctor did not get hit by those troublesome light their enemy was bombarding them.

“Here Nami!” The little reindeer raised a hoof; hopping down from where was currently perched atop of Usopp’s head. He hopped down to stand beside the sniper.

With all the Mugiwara crew accounted for. It was time for a counter-attack.

“Weapons left!” Franky hollered just as Usopp simultaneously released one of his Kabuto bombs.

“Zoro!” Nami yelled.

“Way ahead of you woman!” The swordsman answered, placing Wado Ichimonji between his teeth. He released a much powerful version of his previous Pondo Ho.

The concurrent attack hit their enemy head on. There was an explosion and an ear-piercing scream of pain as smoke filled the spot where the man was standing.

Usopp winced. “Ooops. I think we overdid it.”

“Super overdid it.” Franky agreed.

Sanji nonchalantly shoved a cigarette into his mouth as he studied the scene. “Yeah you all did.” He muttered with a flick of his lighter. “He’s just a normal human being and you all went all out to attack him.”

“Shut up shit cook,” Zoro snarled at his direction. “Better than just standing there and doing nothing.”

“Say that again shit head!”

“Both of you shut your traps.” Nami immediately stepped between the two men. “Now is not the time for yapping at each other.”

“Tch.”

“Hai Nami-swaaan!”

The others ignored them and continued staring at the still smoke-filled area, waiting.

Out of the blue, another light flew towards their direction, bigger than before.

“Everyone scatter!” Luffy commanded, stretching his arm towards a random tree limb and making a grab for one of the nearest crew member, who unluckily was Usopp.

The crew scattered out instantly. “Heeeelp!” The sharpshooter screeched as he was lifted mid-air.

“Kyaaaah!” Nami shrieked.

“Move! Move! You’ll get hit!” Zoro’s voice reached her ears and she bounded towards her left blindly. She felt his arm grabbed her by the waist, hauling her up and tucking her under his arm. Nami was in too much panic to even care that he was lugging her like a sack of potatoes.

“Nami-swan!” Sanji squawked when he saw the green-haired dumbass carelessly carting off his favorite lady brusquely. “Put her down you boorish, moronic marimo! Nami-swaaaan! Come into my arms so that I can protect you! Ack!” He nearly tripped when he accidentally collided with Brook, who landed beside him, when he tried to dodge the light.

“Ah Sanji-san. You must not lose concentration lest you get hit!” The skeleton reminded him as he swept the cook into his bony arms and effortlessly leapt towards another tree.

“Brook! You shitty skeleton! Put me down!”

“Yohohoho! No.”

“Nami-saaaan!” He yelled again when he and the musician landed safely on a sturdy tree branch.

“Somebody shut him the hell up!” Zoro roared from somewhere down.

“Urusai!” Nami can be heard screeching after. “Can’t you see we are in the middle of battle?!” She, along with Chopper (whom she didn’t see earlier was also tucked under Zoro’s other arm), are hiding with the swordsman behind a thick group of trees. As for Robin and Franky, she failed to see where they took cover.

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” Their enemy was screaming as he continuously launched purplish lights at them. Nami squeezed Chopper towards her, ducking her head lower as the reindeer hugged her back just as forcefully.

“Careful! He is going out of control!” Franky cautioned from afar, exactly where, no one can pinpoint.

Nami heard Zoro made a tch-ing sound as he carefully peered from behind the tree trunk to observe what was happening. From up a random tree Usopp was complaining, “Ouch! Don’t push me! Luffy!”

Then he yelped. The light hit the tree where he and Luffy were. Luckily, the rubber man was able to swing himself to the safety of another but had forgotten to take Usopp with him.

The sharpshooter did not hesitate to dive down the ground before the tree they were at disappeared completely.

Everyone held their breath as Usopp was suddenly rolled towards the refuge of some thick shrubbery by Robin’s bloomed arms.

“Robin!” A sob can be heard from under the foliage. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome.”

“Shi shi shi! Sorry Usopp.” Luffy apologized sheepishly as he leapt down to where Usopp was lying prone.

“Temee Luffy! You idiot, you forgot me!”

“Everyone look out!” Robin cautioned as another light surged towards them.

One by one the trees and shrubberies were disappearing as the purple light hit them.

“Damn it!” Zoro suddenly swore when this time it was their hiding place that vanished. He grabbed Nami’s arm, roughly yanking her up.

“Zoro!”

“Move Nami!” He pushed her forward. “Chopper head towards those trees!”

“Hai!” Chopper jumped from Nami’s arms and change to his heavy point. He grabbed the navigator and made a dash towards where Zoro was pointing.

“Chopper! You could’ve change into your walk point!” Nami protested.

“Eeeh?!”

“Too late! Just go! Go!”

From behind them, Luffy was now telling off the enemy.

“Oi ossan! Stop throwing those mystery lights on us!”

But the man was oblivious. He was only focused in eliminating them out of his sight.

“That’s it! Gomu gomu no…”

“Luffy stop!” Almost everyone shouted.

“Pistol!”

Luffy’s rubber fist collided with the man’s face, sending him flying a good four feet away.

“LUFFY!” They all gaped as the man lay sprawled on the ground, seemingly unconscious.

“Yosh!” Their captain declared with a nod, crossing his arms and looking absolutely pleased with himself.

“Well that put a stop to—” Brook’s voice trailed off when the man stood up, looking totally unaffected by Luffy’s punch.

Usopp let out a whimper. “Is it me or he looks angrier than ever?”

No one answered. Because no one can.

For the man suddenly let out an enraged scream as huge purple orbs appeared all around him. He swung his arm with all his might, casting all of them towards the pirates.

“WATCH OUT!!!” Usopp screamed.

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Zoro stared at the empty space in front of him.

His hand was still extended, his fingers still poised to grab the woman who was not there any longer.

Just a few inches more…

Yet he was not able to reach her in time.

“Nami!!!!”

Somewhere from behind him, their captain screamed.

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Raven King chapter 6

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Chapter 6

Nicky was bringing Jim from his improv class...

I thought Nicky had a long-term boyfriend?

Well, if he did, he probably doesn't anymore. Not with all of Nicky's jokes about cheating and him taking some rando to the big dinner.

Blackwell was slow to appear in the distance, but it didn't take long to spot the two stadiums. The football and Exy stadium were on opposite sides of the campus like massive bookends.

I'm still having a really difficult time swallowing that society completely shifted because of a sport invented some 30 years earlier.

Like I'm willing to overlook a lot for the sake of a story. But for society to just go completely and utterly apeshit over a 30 year old sport makes zero sense. AND I READ THE STORY WHERE THE LADY HAD SEX WITH THE LITERAL BULL.

Wymack pulled a bottle of vodka out of the bag and put it down beside Kevin. "You have ten seconds to inhale as much of this as you can. I'm timing you. Go."

It was alarming how much a man could drink when he needed an emotional crutch.

WOW THAT'S SUPER FUCKING HEALTHY.

Like I get that his foster-father and brother abused the shit out of him. But therapy is much better than alcoholism.

Madison was using the home locker room to change right now, so the Foxes had to go all the way around to the away side.

I really love how there's this big fancy banquet dinner where they invite all of the college exy teams, and they literally have to change in the locker room.

My high school did this band banquet, too. But we didn't have to fucking eat dinner out on the football field with our parents... We had the school cafeteria for the evening.

Out of touch author can't even think of a world where these idiots would want to rent a banquet hall. Oh no... it's got to be at the fucking stadium, for some unholy reason.

Judging by Neil's quick headcount, the Ravens hadn't brought dates. They hadn't brought any color along, either. All twenty-two of them were dressed head-to-toe in black. The twenty men wore the same shirts and slacks, and the two women wore identical dresses. They even sat the exact same way, all with their right elbows on the table, all of them with their chins in their hands. Another team might look foolish going so far, but somehow the Ravens looked imposing.

I joke about the fox characters outside of Neil, Kevin, and Andrew being cardboard cut-outs... but this ain't got nothing on those cardboard cutouts.

"I know who you are," Riko said. "Who here doesn't? You're the woman who captains a Class I team. You've done admittedly well despite your disadvantages."

CASUAL SEXISM.

The man to Riko's right stood up as soon as the Foxes were settled and walked behind the Ravens until he was across from Neil. Two fingers to the woman's shoulder got her out of her chair and she moved to the newly-emptied seat. The stranger sat across from Neil. As he did the Ravens fell out of their frozen poses, but they did so only to lean back as one in their chairs.

Did they practice this ahead of time?

The black three tattooed on his left cheekbone meant he could be no one but Jean Moreau.

Imagine getting a tattoo of a college sports number. Of which you would only get to play for a few years before being forced out.

It took him only a few seconds to realize the Ravens were coming. The entire team was crossing the court toward Kevin, walking in V formation like a flock of birds going south.

I can't with her descriptions of the Ravens. Like one team's colors are orange and white, and the other is black and red. ONE OF THEM IS GUD AND THE OTHER IS EBUL. THE RAVENS ARE EBUL, AND THEY'RE ALL HENCHMEN ROBOTS.

"We're sure it is," the Raven striker said, "seeing how you're dating a prostitute."

"Stripper," Dan corrected...

[…]

Neil tried not to stare at her. He would have dismissed the Raven's insult as an outright lie if not for Dan's easy response. Too late he remembered her telling him she'd worked an overnight job during high school to make ends meet.

THE AUTHOR DOES REALIZE THAT YOU HAVE TO BE 18 TO WORK JOBS LIKE THAT... RIGHT?! Like please tell me that the author didn't write about a 15 year old getting a job as a stripper.

This series is bad enough without needing to drag child strippers into the mix.

The others fell asleep within a few miles, but Neil spent the entire ride thinking about Riko and his father.

Chapter 6 summary: So it's time for the banquet. They do a random lottery draw where they decide which school will host the banquet this year. The school picked is only about four hours away. The banquet itself lasts for two days, in order to justify some of the travel time for those further away. However, the foxes are of the opinion “fuck that; we're not staying the entire two days”.

As they get closer to the school, Kevin starts to have a panic attack. As the others leave the bus, David gives Kevin some alcohol, and tells him to chug it. Which... yeah, that sounds fucking healthy. They have to change out in the locker room, which is fucking weird if you ask me. And then they go into the stadium, which has been turned into a banquet hall. The sight makes Neil angry, and mood. Rent a fucking banquet hall for this, assholes.

They're upset to see that the foxes are randomly supposed to be sitting across from the ravens. And the ravens are all dressed like evil henchmen, and are even randomly acting in unison. Talk about zero personality. David warned the others not to pick a fight, but obviously wasn't counting on Riko bringing his planet-sized ego with him. A rando Raven player named Jean-- who is the embodiment of every French stereotype you can think of-- starts to antagonize Neil, and calls him by a bunch of Neil's former names. He then moves on and starts insulting everybody else.

Their little pissing match goes on for a long while. But hey, it's not like anything else is going on, so this might as well happen, I guess. Finally, Riko antagonizes Neil into speaking, and Neil calls Riko out on his shit, saying that he's a whiny, entitled little brat who doesn't have anything going for him. Then, Jean and Riko start to act like they “own” Neil, which has fucking creepy slavery undertones to what they're saying.

David finally shows up to say that they're trying to move the foxes to another table. As they get up to leave, Jean can't help but name-drop Neil's father. The others rally around Kevin and Neil once they're away. Kevin is sent back to the bus to drink some more liquor, and Neil thinks about following. Not only that, but just fucking leaving. But he doesn't, because then this series would be put out of its misery.

After dinner, then they put all of the tables away and everybody starts socializing and networking. The ravens come over, act like they've never met the foxes before, but then continue to insult them. I'm really fucking over this. Riko's uncle and the raven coach comes over. The two teams awkwardly stare at one another, and the only thing this scene needs is some dramatic finger snapping. Tetsuji says that he ran fingerprint test off of a glass Neil drank out of back during that dumb morning talk show, and knows who he is. He yells at Neil about crimes that Neil's dad committed against The Family©, as if Neil himself personally did all of that. However, Neil stands his ground and refuses to be bullied by these assholes.

Matt finally drags Neil away, and threatens to tell the exy board about Riko's shit behavior and have him benched for the rest of the season. They all go back to the bus finally, and start to head home.

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다섯: 강한 감정

5: Strong Feelings

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

It was a new day, and after your encounter yesterday with the man in charge, you were sort of on edge with everything.

“Hey there Eri. I heard you got new books to read.” Your hand reached to a box, opening it you found picture books along with fantasy chapter books. “Do you have a preference for any of these?”

She picked out the most colorful picture book. “You want to read the Paper Dragon?”

You picked up the book and looked at the cover. It was very colorful. She smiled widely, reaching out for the book with awe. “Okay!” You chuckled playfully sitting on her bed, she followed behind and brushed up against you.

You began reading, trying your best to make it entertaining, you even got one of the guards to laugh, a golden blonde haired man. You’ve never seen him until now, his eyes were a boost in mood, and you could tell he was smiling at certain moments.

The book was finished and Eri was way more excited about books, she jumped up but only fell on top of you as she laughed loudly.

“Ms, L/n, could you read another?”

“Why dont we do something better?”

Eri’s eyes lit up, wondering what could be better than a book. You stood up and went up to another box, you looked through to find one pair of child scissors and a bunch of colorful paper. You pulled out stacks and stacks and put them on the ground.

You waved eri over and pulled out a stack of papers. They were orgami papers with various colors. “We can make a paper dragon and hang it up on the ceiling” eri’s eyes brightened at the suggestion. “Oragami is one of the best things they teach you in school. Only because you can create anything out of paper by just folding.”

You divided the colors as quickly as you could before guiding eri through a talk. “Choose the colors and 12 pieces of paper.” She started picking out the colors, mostly being blues and purples, and everyone watched as she chose.

“Okay, and then now we are going to take the first piece.” You grabbed a random sheet of paper and sat on the ground across from her. You started to fold the paper and looked at eri to see if she followed. “And fold it... like that.” She did as she was told and smiled cheerfully while doing it.

Continuing, you explained and showed her every step. She followed delightfully. And the end result came to be two dragons long and proud. “And so now choose a color.” You offered the marker case and she randomly chose. It was purple. You picked out a black marker and picked up your dragon. “Draw a face.” You drew two little dots to signify eyes and a smile.

She did the same but instead had the tongue stick out. You both chuckled as you stood up, stretching. You looked at the clock on the side of her bed and sighed. “Looks like I need to go.” You groan and she followed with a sigh.

“Eri, I will be back tomorrow to hopefully do another fun activity. Maybe we’ll draw tomorrow.” Eri ran up and hugged, tightly gripping on your pants. She let go, but her stare seemed extra saddened. “See you tomorrow. Eat well.”

She nodded to that and you were escorted out. The man guiding you out had long golden hair. His mask fit snugly on his face, his green shirt adorned with a pinkish red tie.

You breathed softly as he guided you back to your room. “Does anyone ever talk?”

He looked at you, as if to smile. “Yeah, but usually to each other. Not really to the head.”

“The head... oh you mean Overhaul right?” He nodded in agreement. “What’s your name?”

“If you need to know, I’m Setsuno Toya.” He said it as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He was glad about the short lived conversation.

“Well, thank you Setsuno. Hopefully we can talk again.” He unlocked the doors with a bow, and you bowed again.

When entering you ripped off the mask and dropped it on your desk looking at the warm food displayed on the corner. It looked to be an American dish, specifically pizza. Toppings were placed on the side of the plate mostly meats.

You nodded to yourself and dug in, loving the warmth of the food. You closed your eyes enjoying the savory taste. It was a simple dish, and it tasted homemade. You wondered who made it and where, since you hadn’t smelled anyones cooking while with Eri.

You finished up, and looked around the desk, clothes laid out on the top and a new mask. You rolled your eyes feeling like a doll with all these clothes.

You rummaged through though, curious as to what they were. It was a blue short skirt, with black shorts, and a white button up blouse to match. It was as if it was made for a summer evening, or a date.

The thought made you chuckle as you threw them on the bed. To think you had a secret admirer was funny to also think about. The world built itself on soulmates, why would anyone play around with that.

The thought then hit you. “Fate... wouldn’t put me here right?” And you couldn’t play around with the thought of that because you couldn’t physically touch anyone.

Everyone had protection and you feel like you’d be killed if you were to touch someone. You tried to laugh the thought away but it lingered, and it scared you.

The clothes fit perfectly. Of course, and you felt good in it despite the earlier thoughts. You honestly thought you looked good in blue.

You enjoyed twirling around in it not being bothered to hear the door click open. You stopped twirling to feel good about yourself only to be met with the man in white.

Your face matched a shade of tomato as you went to try and hide yourself. You bowed to him apologizing silently. He simply bowed to you as well verbally apologizing for disrupting.

“I just came to get you for the meeting.”

You cleared your throat as you nodded. You grabbed the mask on the desk and threw it on still blushing embarrassingly. You walked out with him trying your best to slow your heart rate.

“Chrono right?” He nodded. “You’re like his right hand man, correct?”

“Yes, despite his demeanor he’s actually good.”

“I wasn’t doubting him, I was just going to ask... Why all this?”

Chrono looked at you not understanding the question. “Why this whole base? It seems eerie and too much.”

“Overhaul.” Chrono paused and thought about what to say. “He want’s to change the world. He wants an old image to come back.” Chrono nodded to his statement and continue guiding.

“So, it’s to better society... Correct?”

He nodded and that seemed to lift a burden from you somehow.

Chrono slowly opened the door and to welcome you was the same masked face you had seen last night. This time his tie was loosely around his neck, and he seemed more stressed than anything.

“Welcome Back!” Overhaul greeted you with open arms as he watched you sit. “Hopefully today wasn’t too overbearing.”

“No, of course not. Me and Eri simply read and did origami. Which I thank you for getting supplies for that.”

“So, I see you guys are getting along.” He adjusts his tie and looks off into the distance. “Do you have any other requests?”

Your eyes darted to his face immediately wondering what context. “To take care of Eri.” You were shaky now. Your head wanted to explode as you thought of other things to request that wasn’t for the benefit of Eri.

“Just supplies to draw with.” He nodded and looked at you pleasingly.

“And do you need anything? Specific things you had in your living quarters that you need here.”

You pondered. “If possible. A small library.” Your request seemed to peek his interest, and he simply chuckled.

“Very well.” His hand issued you away, and Chrono guided you out.

“Chrono. How can you tell when Overhaul likes someone?” It was a bold statement and you felt as if he wouldn’t answer properly.

“Don’t worry. He likes you just fine.” He gave you a genuine answer, making you think.

“Now, get some rest. And leave a note of all your favorite breakfast items under the door. Our ‘chef’ wants to make your stay here interesting and home-y.” He left with a nod.

You smiled, not a big smile, because what was there to smile about. You turned on the small lamp light on your desk and scanned your room feeling something off.

Flowers were on your nightstand. Not the ones from before but new ones. White roses. They filled the whole room with a beautiful scent.

You rushed to find another note under the vase, your hands feeling the hand writing. Beautiful cursive saying

‘You’re like a beautiful dove amongst a trash filled park. You stand out like a sore thumb. You please me without knowing it, and for that I keep you near.’

You couldn’t help but shiver as you read it. A smile wider than usual filled itself along your face.

“Beautiful.”

Someone is playing with the strings of fate, and falling for you evidently. You held the note close to your heart laughing loudly as you thought of who it could be.

Your heart fluttered as you thought of the man in white. He seemed to have more personality in this place than anyone else, and he’s seen you the most.

You giggle at the thought, and the thought of not even seeing his face filled you with mysterious happiness.

It was like being in grade school again...

Hey hey! Its Lay. I am sad to inform you that I am sick. I have covid and so it’s hard to get things done while sick. So sorry if uploads are delayed, and or not posted weekly. I’m trying my best, and hopefully you guys support me all the way through.

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So about lore! How do you imagine the ghouls mating process?👀

(I apologize for taking so long on this but to be fair it’s a bit hefty of a response lol)

First, a small distinction that I make: Mating is for when ghouls take an actual mate, similar to a human marriage but on a much deeper level like a soulmate. Mates are pretty rare, so most of this also pertains to partners in general as well as mates.

Each elemental tribe has their own traditions and rituals for mating gifts/ceremonies/etc.

Earth ghouls:

Stone tribes: ghouls and ghoulettes who wish to mate someone from a stone tribe better be ready, because their ritual is having to wrestle the strongest ghoul in their mate’s family/immediate tribe. Depending on the situation, they might not have to win per-say, but typically making them tap out is what is needed to win the right to their mate bond. Also, if more than one ghoul wants to mate a stone ghoul, they’ll also fight them before they have to wrestle their intended’s family.

Forest tribes: best hope that they’re fast, as forest ghouls make their mates chase them through the forest, only allowing whoever can catch them the privilege of being their mate. And it’s never easy, as the forest itself will seem to try and hinder the pursuer in small ways... conveniently raised tree roots to trip them up, hanging vines to get snarled in, labyrinthine mazes of closely woven bushes and brush, etc.

Plains tribes: a somewhat strange ritual, but they will search for what they think is the perfect soil and gather a pot of it as a gift to their mate. If the gift is taken, they’ll plant something together in it and nurture it for as long as they live. Some will start tree saplings, and once it’s outgrown the pot they’ll plant it near their fields, returning every season to tend it together (if their tribe is nomadic). Some will plant a specific variety of flower, and will harvest the seeds and plant them wherever they might travel.

Water ghouls:

Ocean tribes: They carve a specific symbol into whatever they find appealing- rock, coral, bone, shells, etc, and make a pendant to give to their prospective mate. Pairs will wear their mate’s pendants forever, never taking it off and hurriedly repairing it should it somehow get broken.

River tribes: The typical mating gift is a carefully picked river stone that is small enough to fit in the center of their palm and is worn flat and smooth. They will know if whomever they gift it to is ‘the one’, per say, if they can make the rock skip effortlessly across the water. But also, as a test of their bond, they are given a canoe filled with baskets of goods and sundries and are tasked to work together with their elemental magic and get it up a waterfall without damaging or losing anything within it. If successful, they’re given the contents of the canoe to help them start their own family.

Lake tribes: ghouls from the lakes will make elaborate headdresses/crowns for their mate. They cannot let anyone else see it till it has been presented to their prospective mate, and the entire thing must be made entirely by them. Often they are made of bone, driftwood, feathers, and any interesting rocks or such found in the depths of their lakes.

Swamp tribes: The ghoulettes of the swamp tribes are extremely territorial and aggressive when it comes to mates and mating seasons. They’ll throw themselves at their chosen mate, dragging them down into the mud to wrestle them into submission and eagerly fight any others who might want to mate that particular ghoul. Males, on the other hand, prefer the good old tradition of ‘Who Can Eat This Whole Deer Carcass Fastest?’ when challenging other males for a mate. They’ll only fight if they absolutely have to, or if a female tackles them to wrestle. Even then, more often than not they give up pretty quickly to their newfound mate.

Fire Ghouls:

Sun tribes: While fighting might be the dominant activity for Sun tribes, their mating ritual is strangely devoid of it. Goldsmithing and jewelry crafting is a profession many Sun tribe ghoul practice, should they be unable to or unwilling to throw down in the fighting pits. This gave rise to their mating gift: custom made horn bands. Typically made of gold and adorned with precious stones and gems, they’ll design a set of two bands and gift one to their prospective mate.    

Volcano tribes: Much of the Volcano tribes daily life include singing and dancing, and their mating ritual is no different. Mating displays are not done individually, instead all of them being held at once during the summer solstice. Those who wish to propose to a mate will sing and dance for them, to a song that they themselves will write and choreograph. If the other ghoul likes the song and dance they’ll accept the proposal and dance and sing with their new partner. If, however, more than one are vying for one ghoul or ghoulette, they will begin a traditional dance and song, going for as long as they can without tripping or messing up, and whoever can go the longest is who will get to bond their new mate.

Air Ghouls:

West Wind tribes: Ever seen those dances that Magnificent Riflebirds do to attract a mate? This is what west wind tribe ghouls do. They try to be as colorful and basically loud- visually and audibly- as  possible. Often mating dances tend to be done during festivals and holidays so that whole groups will participate, vying for the attention of their prospective mate.

East Wind tribes: East Wind tribes keep to a more simple tradition of composing a piece of music for their mate. They’ll perform the piece for them and if the pair match, the other ghoul will begin to sing and/or play along, picking up the tune immediately and harmonizing together.

South Wind tribes: Hair braiding is a very important ritual in the South Wind tribes. They have specific types, placing, and numbers for all manner different things. Some particular tribes will wind colored ribbons in their braids, some do beads, or feathers, or even bits of bone. But, the one that is consistent among all of the South Wind tribes is one that hangs right behind their right ear. While courting they will only braid it a few inches long and keep it completely unadorned. When they’ve chosen a mate, they will exchange a handmade bead and attach it to the braid, and then weave the braid to the full length of their hair.

North Wind tribes: The lonesome North Wind tribes wind their passion for knowledge into pretty much every aspect of their life, and their mating ritual is no exception. A gift of knowledge of some kind, very often in the form of books, is given to show that they know their partner’s interests precisely and are willing to work hard and strive to find whatever they might seek.

Aether Ghouls:

Healer tribes: Tattoos are a major part of healer tribes, each specific clan having their own particular patterns and layouts for nearly every aspect of a ghoul’s life. They will design a tattoo for their prospective mate, and if chosen their new partner will design one for them as well. During the mating ceremony, they will ink the tattoo on their new mate and vice versa. If they are from separate clans, they will slowly start altering their normal tattoos to be a mix of both clan’s patterns.

Seer tribes: The typical mating gift is for a ghoul of the seer tribes to weave something from the wool that they have made from their Caprini (think big, carnivorous sheep. Hellsheep, if you will). It can be anything from scarves and socks to blankets and rugs.

Traveler tribes: The most mysterious and rare of the ghoul tribes, Travelers have their own very unique ritual for mating. When proposing to another as a mate, or even just a partner, they have to make something out of pure aether. As aether is the element that encompasses all the others and binds them together, with the proper practice and ability it can be used to ‘create something from nothing’, or rather small bits of the other elements bound within aether. The more powerful they are the bigger item they’ll try to make, and it’s very much a contest amongst them.

Bonus: Rare Ghoul Sub-tribes

Crystal ghouls: Crystal ghouls can randomly be born to stone tribes and are jealously guarded by their families. When choosing a mate or partner, crystal ghouls look for someone whose aura resonates perfectly with their own, and will find the shiniest thing possible to give them as a gift.

Metal tribes: Larger than crystal and ash ghoul clans, though not quite big enough to be true tribes on their own yet, metal ghouls are seen as arrogant and boastful. As such, they will go to their prospective mate and propose to do something that would require a decent amount of skill. If the prospective mate isn’t quite certain they can propose a different task for them. They will not be allowed to bond till both ghouls feel that the task was completed entirely and to their satisfaction. If fighting another for a mate, they will go back and forth each escalating their task to be harder and more dangerous till one backs down, but will then have to complete said task. If one does not concede to the other then they will both perform the task, and whomever does it best and quickest will win the right to the mate bond.

Ash ghouls: A rare type of ghoul that can result from the breeding of forest and sun tribe ghouls, ash ghouls are a very quiet, secretive lot. Their mating ritual is to find something extremely precious, be it a rare flower or stone, but whatever it is must have a great amount of meaning to them personally. They take this item to their intended and if accepted they will burn it to cinders, showing that nothing means more to them than their mate. They then will make a paint from the ashes and draw matching designs on their skin to show their new bond.

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more headcanons :)!

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(again @honeybee-apocalypse helped me develop many of these)

- Gerry has a sweet tooth

- Michael bakes a lot!

- These two things work very well together

- They probably rush into marriage because neither of them expects to live particularly long

- Gerry draws Michael a lot — but I think everyone has that headcanon

- Gerry’s main entity is obviously the eye but he is touched by the lonely, the hunt, and a little by the desolation. Michael is basically just the Spiral’s bitch through and through but he’d also be susceptible to the lonely, mainly bc of Ryan and also his fear of being too much for ppl/always loving people more than they can reasonably be expected to reciprocate

- (Gerry’s also web touched bc mommy issues but that’s more something that’s done to him rather than an affinity in his actual actions)

- Michael can and will pick Gerry up *especially* post distortion

- Michael post distortion has a habit of randomly re-confessing his love as though it were the first time

- It’s incredibly melodramatic and Gerry finds it endearing exasperating

- Also!! They have a repeated habit of climbing up on tall things — sometimes the roof of an apartment building or sometimes illegally some half built scaffolding at night to watch the lights of the city

- I hc them as almost exactly the same height predistortion — Michael is just one inch taller

- And then postdistortion Michael is considerably taller and Gerry is annoyed and loves it so much and wants to rest his head on its chest and slowdance

- Another common hc but Gerry’s natural hair is blond (as Mary’s was) and he dyes it to get rid of that

- But ALSO, if they somehow have a kid who has DNA from both of them, consider: Gerry’s natural hair is a slightly darker shade of blond than Michael’s and the kid ends up with Michael’s curls but Gerry’s hair color, and having a good positive association instead of just Mary helps him be more okay with his blond hair. But obviously he still dyes it for The Aesthetic™️

- Michael is demiromantic (I don’t always write him like this but I really like it)

The end for now!! As always asks remain open for more specific questions and/or general hc requests bc I can probably think of more if I try (or look in my notes)

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Missing Pieces - Part 7

Pairing: Nurse!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Head Injury, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 3,514

A/N: This is Part 7 of Missing Pieces. Please let me know what you think!

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“I think that they’re trying to run me into the ground,” Dean tells you over the phone.

“Have you been busy?” you ask him as you balance your phone between your shoulder and your ear.

“Yeah,” Dean sighs. “But I have been helping out a lot on the pediatrics floor so that helps to soften the load a bit.”

“I’d say so,” you laugh.

“I’m sorry that I’ve not got to talk to you much, sweetheart,” Dean tells you.

“You’ve been busy, Dean. I get it,” you tell him softly. “It’s okay.”

Dean takes a deep breath. “So how have you been feeling since the other day?”

“I’m alright,” you tell Dean.

“(Y/N)…”

“I promise. I still have my bad days just like anybody else but I’m good,” you tell Dean. “Truthfully.”

“Okay,” Dean says and you can practically hear his frown over the phone. “So, what’re you up to now, pretty girl?”

You laugh a bit. “Well, believe it or not I am making you a pie.”

“Seriously?” Dean asks excitedly.

“Yep,” you say and you smile widely at hearing Dean be so happy. “I know that pie is your favorite so…”

“How’d you know that?” Dean asks you. You’re pretty sure that you hear a bit of hopefulness in his voice, but yet you have no clue as to why.

“Um, you told me,” you tell Dean as you laugh a bit.

“Oh,” he says almost disappointedly. “I guess that I did.”

Taking a deep breath, you decide to ignore his tone and you set your phone down onto the counter to put It on speaker. “When do you get off?”

“Four hours,” Dean tells you. “I’m actually heading out to take my lunch break right now.”

“I’ll let you go then,” you tell him.

“Tell me how that translated into me having to hang up,” Dean laughs.

“Because I figured that you’d be driving and I don’t want you to wreck because you were on the phone with me,” you tell me. “We don’t need two of us who can’t remember anything.”

Dean takes a deep breath. “Well, I’m not at the car yet so let me hear your voice a few more minutes.”

“Awe, he misses me,” you laugh and you can practically see Dean’s cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

“Alright,” he mumbles into the phone, causing you to laugh that much harder. “Well, I’m out in the parking lot so I should probably hang up… Crap. You have got to be kidding me.”

“What now?” you laugh.

“Flat tire,” Dean sighs. “Must have picked up a nail or something.”

“You need me to pick you up?”

“Nah, I’ll just eat here in the cafeteria. But if you wouldn’t care to pick me up when my shift is over I would greatly appreciate it.”

“No problem,” you smile.

“Thanks, sweetheart. I’ll text you when I clock out.”

“I’ll see you then, Dean.”

“Yeah,” Dean says before hanging up the phone. You take a deep breath and smile a bit as you try and focus on what you were doing before Dean called. You were afraid that after what happened the other day, he wouldn’t want anything to do with you. Afraid that he’d think that you were too much drama to stick around. But he has called or text you every day to make sure that you’re alright. It’s honestly the only thing that’s kept you pushing through these past few days.

“You’ve been busy.”

You jump a bit and turn to see your dad standing there. “Yeah,” you breathe out as you look down at the mess that you’ve made on the counter. “I needed something to do with my hands for a while.”

“How are you feeling?” your dad asks you.

“Like I want people to stop asking me that,” you tell him. “Other than that, I’m alright.”

“We’re just worried about you.”

“I’ve gotten that memo.”

“Seriously, kid. Answer me.”

You take a deep breath. “Well, my head hurts a little bit today but I promise that I’m alright.”

“You look tired. Maybe you should go…”

“No. I’m not going to go lay down. I’ve got too much to do right now. I need to finish this and then I have to go pick Dean up.”

“You’re doing too much.”

“I’m alright,” you tell him.

“Well, me and your mom were planning on going to the store. You need anything?”

“No,” you tell him.

“Alright, well, call if you need anything.”

“I will, Dad.”

He nods and turns to walk off. You get the pie into the oven and you sit down on the couch for a while. Sighing, you hide our face in your hands as you feel the tears welling up. You have no clue where these sudden bursts of sadness start, but all you want is for them to go away. It definitely isn’t helping you at all.

After a while, the timer on the oven goes off and you get up to take the pie out. Your hands shake but from exhaustion or weakness you have no clue. What you do know is that you’re tired of always feeling this way. By the time your phone goes off with Dean’s text, you’ve gotten so bored that your kitchen, bedroom, and closest are completely spotless and organized. You pull your phone out of your pocket and smile a bit at Dean’s text.

Do you think that you could get here a bit early? There’s something that I want to show you.

You’re already grabbing your keys and purse as you text your reply.

Give me five minutes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey, there she is,” Dean smiles as you walk up to him at the front door. “I cannot thank you enough for helping me out, sweetheart.”

“I’m a little bit surprised that you even wanted my help,” you tell Dean truthfully, causing him to give you a look.

“Why on earth would you think something like that, sweetheart?” Dean asks you.

“Because of what happened the other day.”

“Oh, forget about that,” Dean tells you softly as he wraps his arms tightly around you. “(Y/N), sweetheart, you were tired and upset and I completely get why too. Please let’s try to pretend that never happened, alright?”

“Okay,” you tell Dean softly as he slowly lets go of you. “So, you said that you wanted to show me something?”

“Yeah,” Dean smiles widely as he reaches out to take your hands in his. He pulls you through the automatic doors and drops one of your hands as he leads you across the lobby. He walks right by the elevators which you can’t help but to feel a bit grateful for.

“Stairs okay?” Dean asks you.

“Yeah,” you tell Dean as you smile softly at him. “I actually hate elevators.”

“Hey, at least you remember that and it didn’t occur to you while you were actually on one,” Dean tells you, causing you to laugh. He leads you over to the stairwell and up a few floors before reaching a door that has a big number three painted on it. “Here we go,” Dean says as he uses his free hand to turn the knob and push the door open.

“We’re on the children’s floor?”

“Yeah,” Dean smiles as he pulls you around the corner and down a long, brightly colored hallway. “This is where I’ve been most of the week,” Dean tells you as you look around at all the sick kids that are still somehow managing to keep big smiles on their faces.

“Makes me wonder why I complain so much,” you tell Dean softly.

He stops walking and turns to look at you. “What?”

“Look at all of these little kids, Dean,” you tell him. “Most of them are probably a lot sicker than I am. Actually, I’m not even sick. But here I am complaining and having daily panic attacks when there are kids here who’re a lot more scared than I am, and I don’t see any of them crying or lashing out at the people that they care about the most.”

“Hey,” Dean says softly as he gently grabs onto the tops of your arms. “Just because there are people out there who might be worse off than you, that doesn’t make your pain and your fears anything less than what they are. (Y/N), what you don’t see is the tantrums that are thrown when we have to draw blood. The tears that are shed because even though they don’t understand it all, they see their parents getting upset and that makes them upset. Yeah, they’re smiling now but it’s not always the case.” Dean can see the tears welling up in your eyes as you look around at the open rooms and the crowded hallways. “Hey, look at me,” Dean tells you softly. Your eyes meet his and you swallow hard. “Don’t you think that they’d be upset if they couldn’t remember who their parents or their friends were? Don’t you think that it would bother them if they suddenly lost part of their lives?”

“Yeah,” you choke out in a strained voice. “But, Dean…”

“No,” Dean tells you softly as he rubs both of his hands gently up and down your arms. “No buts. You’re allowed to feel the things that you’ve been feeling. Don’t you dare let anybody, not even yourself, convince you otherwise. You hear me?”

You sniff as you slowly nod your head at Dean. He gives you a soft smile before wrapping an arm around your waist and slowly leading you on down the hallway. “I promise you, sweetheart, that there is absolutely nothing wrong with you being scare and confused. You’re going to get better. I know that you will.”

You want to tell Dean that he doesn’t know that, but you’re not exactly feeling up to starting an argument right now. Dean leads you on down the hallway until you turn a corner and the different colored designs taper off into a solid, light blue color. You smile softly when you realize that Dean is walking you towards the nursery.

“Here we are,” Dean tells you as he opens up the solid wooden door by the huge glass window.

“Dean, what’re you doing?” you ask him. “Please don’t get fired.”

Dean chuckles as he holds a hand out for you to take. “I’m allowed in here.”

“Yeah, but I’m not.”

“You are now,” Dean smiles as he takes your hand and pulls you into the room. He carefully shuts the door, trying not to make too much noise and wake up the baby that’s sleeping in the only occupied plastic crib.

“Oh my gosh,” you breathe out as you walk over to the little baby bed. “Look how tiny she is.” You look over at Dean and he smiles softly down at the baby.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “I’ve stayed in here with her most of today. Someone has to keep an eye on her pretty much constantly.”

“Why?” you ask him.

Dean takes a deep breath. “She randomly stops breathing, especially in her sleep.”

Your heart drops. “Is there anything wrong with her?”

“No,” Dean shrugs. “Her lungs and everything are fine. It’s like she forgets which is what happens to a lot of the babies that have… passed on in their sleep. Just can’t figure out why she keeps doing it.”

“That’s awful.”

“Yeah,” Dean swallows hard. “Scared the crap out of me when it happened the first time even though I knew that’s what I was here for.”

“What about her parents?” you ask him.

“Um… Someone found her behind a bush outside the hospital,” Dean tells you. “Couldn’t have been but a couple hours old.”

Your heart breaks even more for this little baby. “It must be hard having to take care of kids like this,” you tell him.

Dean shrugs his shoulders a bit as his eyes meet yours. “Honestly, it’s days like today that cause me to seriously think about asking to be moved up to this floor. It’s rewarding in a way.”

“You like the kids better than the adults?” you laugh softly.

“Yeah,” Dean smiles softly. “I mean, some adults are okay, especially the cute ones.” Dean winks at you and you can feel a blush spreading across your cheeks. “But an adult gets mad at you and you could get slapped or something. Which, no kidding, has actually happened to me quite a bit. A kid gets mad at you and you get a few tears, maybe a small tantrum, but that’s usually cured with a couple of Disney songs.”

You fake a gasp. “Dean Winchester can sing Disney? Oh, I have got to hear this.”

“Only when it’s absolutely necessary,” Dean chuckles.

“Well, then, it is absolutely necessary that I hear that at some point,” you giggle. Dean smiles widely at you, only looking down at the crib that stands between you both when he hears a small cry echoing around the room.

“Shh,” Dean whispers as he bends over to pick up the tiniest baby that you have ever seen. Well, the tiniest baby that you remember seeing anyways. “You getting hungry?”

“How long do you have to stay with her?” you ask him.

“I can’t clock out until another nurse gets here,” Dean tells you as he gently bounces the baby in his arms. He looks up at the clock and sighs. “Not time to eat, sweetheart. You gotta hold out another hour for me.”

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face as you take in how Dean is with this baby. The gentleness in his voice. His careful movements. That happy and carefree look that’s in his eyes. Dean looks over at you and you smile softly at him.

“Wanna hold her?” Dean asks.

“Oh,” you breathe out. “Uh, I… Dean, I don’t know if I should or not. I mean, it’s probably not even allowed.”

“It’s allowed,” Dean chuckles as he uses his free hand to motion over to a chair that’s pushed up against the wall. “You can sit if it would make you more comfortable.”

You swallow hard as you walk over to take a seat. You look up to see Dean walking towards you and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest as Dean slowly lowers the baby into your arms.

“Hi,” you whisper softly as you look down at her. When her little eyes look up into yours, a wall of sadness washes over you and you have no clue why there are more tears steadily making their way down your flushed cheeks.

“Hey,” Dean says softly as he sits down in the chair beside of you. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” you choke out as you look over at Dean. “I’m sad but yet I don’t know why.”

Dean frowns as he reaches over to wrap an arm around your shoulders. “You’re alright, sweetheart.”

“I don’t know if it’s because of the situation or the fact that I’ll never have this.”

“Never have what?” Dean asks you softly as he gives you a look.

“A kid. A family,” you tell Dean. “Not like this anyways.”

“Sweetheart, what makes you say something like that?”

You scoff a bit as you turn your head to look over at Dean. “Please tell me who in their right mind is going to care about me enough to overlook the fact that I’m broken.”

“Don’t say that,” Dean tells you as tears fill up his eyes. “You are not broken. You want me to tell you a person who would want you in spite of everything?”

“Yes, please,” you tell him.

“Well, me, for starters,” Dean says as he leans his forehead over against yours. “Sweetheart, I meant it when I told you that I care a lot about you. That’s the truth.” You swallow hard as you carefully pass the baby over to Dean. “(Y/N)?” Dean says as he looks up at you. “(Y/N), talk to me, honey.” Dean’s heart drops as you walk over to and out the door, carefully shutting it behind you as you walk out into the hallway. Dean sighs as he looks down at the baby in his arms, and he can’t help but to smile when he notices that her little eyes are staring right at him.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean whispers. “You looked like you were sleeping good that time.” Dean looks over at the window to see that you’re standing there and he gives you a sad smile.

You keep your eyes on Dean as he keeps the baby calmed down and taken care of. When someone else shows up to take over, you relax a bit. Dean walks out of the nursery and over to you, gently wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you in to press a soft kiss to your temple. He rubs his hand up and down your side as he holds you tightly to him. Dean eyes slide shut and he lets go of the tears that he’s been trying to hold in.

“I don’t know what to do to make you happy,” Dean whispers in your ear. “I only want to see that pretty smile of yours, but I don’t know what I can do to make that happen.” You cling on to Dean for a while before speaking up.

“Take me home.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dean pulls up in the parking lot before looking over at you. “Sweetheart, you okay now?”

You nod and slowly turn your head to look over at Dean. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, honey,” Dean tells you softly as he reaches over to give your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “All I want from you is to quit pushing yourself and relax. I don’t know what it’s like to feel what you’re feeling right now but you have gotta take it easy.”

“I know,” you choke out. “I’m trying so hard, Dean.”

“I know that,” Dean says as he gives you a sad smile.

You sniff and wipe at your eyes with both of your hands. “Thank you for driving,” you tell him softly. “I didn’t think that I’d feel like it right now.”

“No problem,” Dean tells you. “I hope you know that I’ll have to go home at some point though.”

You laugh softly and you nod your head a bit at him. “I know,” you tell him. “I wanted to give you the pie that I made.”

“Ah, so you weren’t only kidding about that,” Dean says, causing you to laugh a bit at him. Dean can’t help the smile that spreads across his face as he reaches over to gently wipe your tears away. “That’s better,” Dean whispers. You smile softly at him as you reach a hand up to lay over his.

“Why don’t I go get your pie, then I’ll drive you home.”

“Okay,” Dean smiles as you get out of your car and you turn to walk towards your apartment.

“What happened?” your mom asks when you walk through the front door.

You give her a look. “How do you know that something happened?”

“You’ve been crying,” she says.

“Dean do something?” your dad asks you.

“No,” you tell him as you walk over into the kitchen. “It wasn’t Dean’s fault.”

“Then what happened?” he asks.

“Nothing,” you sigh. “Dean was showing me this little baby that he’s been taking care of this week and I… I don’t know what happened. I got sad and I don’t know why it happened, but Dean helped me get through it.”

“He shouldn’t have gotten you upset in the first place,” he mumbles.

“Dad, Dean didn’t know that it was going to upset me,” you tell him, wondering why on earth he’s getting mad at Dean for it. “Look, I have to take Dean home so I’ll probably be home in an hour or so,” you tell him as you turn to walk out of your apartment. When Dean sees you walking towards your car, he gets out to let you get in behind the wheel.

“This is yours,” you tell Dean as you hand over the covered plate. “Don’t drop it because I am not making you another one. That thing was a pain in the butt.”

Dean chuckles as he smiles widely at you. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

You smile at him. “I guess that seeing that smile on your face was worth it though.”

“Yeah?” Dean asks you as he gives you a look.

“Yeah,” you smile as you lean up on your tiptoes to softly press your lips to Dean’s. “Alright, I  guess that I’ll take you home,” you sigh as you pull away from Dean a bit.

“I might have to have a flat tire everyday if I can get you picking me up,” Dean smirks.

“I’d bet that you’d love that wouldn’t you, Winchester?” you laugh as you turn to get in your car.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Dean sighs as you shut the door. “You’ve no clue how much.”

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[selinakidreams]

Junk of the Heart

this was inspired by this song and a personal experience that i could have only wished ended like this. side note: i thought kiri would b ideal for a first fic post bc........... i wuv him a lot nd i couldn’t get this scenario out of my head; everytime i hear this song i think of him singing it so there u go <3

paring: gn!reader x kirishima eijirou

band member au! so no quirks

genre: fluff

warnings: none, good ol ushy gushy self indulged romance 

Word count: around 3.3k

You were surprised that exhaustion hadn’t taken over your body yet. 

The day was a non-stop escapade of the mundane and the irregular; all in the same day, you went in and out of different big cities, to having afternoon coffee followed by going back to the apartment you were staying at to nap, to visiting a local rose garden, to drawing with chalk on the sidewalk of your friend’s house post potluck. You were only visiting for the weekend so your friends were going to make the most of it. 

By the end of the night, you somehow found yourselves waiting in line on the side of a cozy neighborhood venue to try and get concert tickets to an already sold out show.

You didn't really know what was going on, not that you minded; the motto for the weekend was “go with the flow”. However,  the spontaneity of randomly going to a concert where you don’t know who’s playing has peaked your interest. You’ve never done it before and once the idea had time to marinate in your mind, your heart was set on getting those tickets. 

Waiting for 30 minutes for the tickets seemed like nothing until whispers of, “they’re not giving out any more tickets!” And “they’ve officially sold out!” came trickling down the line, causing your heart to falter. 

Groups in front of you started leaving and your group moved to take their place. “Did you want to see if we could finesse our way in?” Said one friend. “Doesn’t it seem pointless, though?” Responded the other, yet your group remained in line. You didn’t want to leave, there was something in your gut telling you not to, but you were starting to doubt the probability of actually getting in.

Everything next happened in an instant. 

Somehow, you and your friends managed to get up to the window selling the tickets and talk your way into getting in. It didn’t seem like a miracle more along the lines of sheer dumb luck, they just happened to find more tickets- but you didn’t dwell too much on it, you were already inside enjoying the vibrations of the live music moving through you. 

Lights were reflecting off of a giant disco ball, bouncing in every which direction, exposing random people in the crowd. The lights on stage only added to the different colors brightening the dark expanse. Bodies swayed close together as the next song started calmly. 

You had been off to the side, waiting for your closest friend to come back with the drinks she offered when you guys were first greeted by the bass and guitar. The rest of your friends had gotten lost in the crowd, but you didn’t mind. The scene you were taking in felt surreal. You had never seen complete strangers come together in a way that it made it seem like they’ve known each other for years because of good music. 

As your friend made her way through the crowd with two cups in hand when the band announced that it was going to be their last song for the night. You looked up at the members on stage; you had been paying so much attention to the experience as a whole that you hadn’t even seen the band actually playing. 

The first person that caught and kept your attention was the man in center stage. Bright red spikey hair with ruby red eyes to match, and a toothy grin. A white electric guitar with a red strap hung on his sizable shoulders. He looked like the physical version of the music he was playing; a plain black fitted t-shirt tucked into his loose blue jeans with holes in the knees. His black converse seemed worn out, like they’ve been on so many adventures, this night on stage being one of them. 

You tried to look at the other members but your gaze always shifted back to him. 

Now with a sweet alcoholic beverage in your hand, you were pulled to the barricade by your very persistent friend. You heard her say something along the lines of, “you look like you’ve witnessed a miracle! We need to get closer!” 

Nobody seemed to mind your friend’s pushiness to the front, everyone there was just enjoying the show had to offer. 

“Before we get on with our last song of the night,” the red head chuckled at the immediate chant of boo’s that rang out, “we figured we ought to introduce ourselves!” His smile showered over everyone in the crowd. He leaned into the mic stand as his big hand loosely covered the secured mic, “in the back, and away from people where he should be,” a melodic laugh rang out as he looked to his annoyed band mate, “is our drummer, Bakugo Katsuki!” The audience was greeted by an eye roll and a curt wave and gave back an applause. “Next we have our all talented bassist, Jirou Kyouka!” She ran her pick over the strings, you felt the vibrations through your whole body and decided to let out a laugh, joining the others in letting out a loud “wooop!”.

“And on the keyboard, we have the electrifying  Kaminari Denk!” A wink and finger guns were shot out and in response, a few girly giggles could be heard throughout the cheering room as well as a few squeals. Kaminari threw his head back and put his hand over his heart.

“And me? I’m Kirishima Eijiro on guitar!” You could hear the swarm of girls that cheered overpowering the crowd as well as thunderous hollers from a few guys,

‘Pretty popular,’ you thought, taking a sip of your drink. Of course he was popular. His smile was contagious, full and bright. You could see the happiness illuminating his eyes, the crinkles by the corner of his eyes showed he truly couldn’t be more content than in this moment.

Bakugo spun his drumsticks and began playing a beat as Kirishima began to talk,“ We had a fuck ton of fun tonight, thank you for having us. We hope you give the same amount of love to the band that hops on the stage next.” he said, the smile never leaving his face. He adjusted the ear piece before finishing with, “But as for us, this song is called Junk of the Heart, let’s go Bakugo!” And just like that, they dove into the song. Kirishima began strumming to Bakugo’s already given beat.

As Kaminari hit the keyboard, the stage lights changed drastically. All of a sudden there was no color on stage or bouncing off the walls, beams of golden light shot out from behind them, giving them the look of angels. The space got significantly darker; you had no choice but to look at the band in front of you. 

Backlit and beautiful, it was as if you were actually hearing them for the first time.

“See I notice nothing makes you shatter, no no, 

You’re a lover of the wild and a joker of the heart,” Kirishima looked out onto the faces that were close enough to see. He loved seeing how invested people got- to see how music can bring people together and create a bond. It made him feel like he was at the top of the world.

You thought to yourself as you watched him sing into the mic, “He looked so god like, it was ironic that you were looking up at him.”- that was until your gaze was met with his. He stopped the wandering gaze; it seemed as though his eyes got bigger than before, which didn’t seem possible. His eyes were already so round and curious, but making eye contact with you brought a different kind of wideness. 

When he sang, “But are you mine?” it seemed like he was asking you.

“I wanna make you happy, I wanna make you feel alive.” 

Your body and your mind felt disconnected. You couldn’t decode any messages that were being played through your head, all you could feel was the beat of the bass match up with your heart. 

“I wanna make you happy 

If you’re a good girl tonight.” He sang to you before looking back at the rest of the crowd. It looked like he had just broke out of a spell.

“Y/n? Y/N? Was he looking at you?? Do you know him?!” Your friend's voice came into light.

And for the first time in the whole day, when the trip’s motto pushed itself into your head, you waved it aside. 

You looked at your friend with a determined smile before leaning into her and yelling out over the music, “No, I don’t know him but I sure want to. After the song, I’m going to make it so there’s no way he could possibly forget the girl in the crowd.” 

Your friend, stunned at your decisiveness but loyal, slowly began to nod. She reached for your hand and wrapped your pinky in hers, then slowly got back into the groove of the song by spinning you around. 

“Let me make you happy, I wanna make you feel alive at night,” Kirishima sang on, grin growing as his eyes wandered back to the spot you were in. Something warm bubbled in his chest.

‘I want to dance with them’ was the first thing he thought when he saw you smiling in the dim lighting, hips swaying with hands in the air, and not a care to be found.

Finishing off the song, the lights faded to black for a second before the room became a tad brighter yet still dark enough to leave the haze of the concert euphoria just a little longer. 

Kirishima bolted. At the speed of light, he handed his guitar to a snickering Denki before navigating his way through the maze of the backstage and into the crowd. So many heads to look over and so many gazes to catch, but when he caught yours, everything simply melted away. Time didn’t stand still, yet making his way over to you seemed like it was one of the easiest things that he could do. 

“I’m sorry but I really need to hear you say something,” Kirishima said loud enough when he approached you, trying to ignore the intense gaze of the person standing next to you. 

You didn’t really know how to respond- to you, everything happened so quickly. You could only tilt your head in response, to which you felt a jab in your ribs. 

“Please just say my name. Not Kirishima but please call me by my first name in the next sentence that leaves your lips.” He said with a hint of desperation. It was almost like he was hoping your voice was a song he could listen to on repeat- that your voice was something he could eventually turn into a song.

You took a slow deep breath and let it out, there was a self-put urgency to have the next sentence you say mean something. 

“I feel like…” you began to say, and paused when you saw his features change to something you couldn’t quite describe, “... watching you perform on stage is something I could do… more often… Eijirou.” 

Something made his eyes twinkle. Maybe it was a trick of the light or maybe you just imagined it, but it made your heart race just a bit faster. When would it reach the finish line?

He let out a breath you didn’t notice he was holding; his chest slightly contracted.

“Just as I thought, your voice is beautiful a-and so are you.” He sighed. “Can we step outside for a second? I promise you it will only be a second. It would be rude for me to take you away from your friend for the rest of the night.” He smiled at your friend for a second. You were a bit stunned; first, the compliment that tugged at your heart a little too hard and now the decency to respect that you came here with your friends. A true kind hearted man.

It took you a second to reply but before an answer could even leave your lips, your friend yanked you towards them. Kirishima’s ever wide eyes grew again but showed no signs of leaving. 

“Listen, this is all up to you,” your friend whisper-shouted excitedly in your ear. With impeccable timing, live music started playing. 

“Anyway, what I was saying was,” your friend stated a little bit louder so you could hear her over the music, “it’s your choice! If you feel comfortable with hanging out with this dude for the night, do it! This is your trip, do what you want and have fun. Regardless, you know where we are and where we’re staying. Just text me and let me know.” She pulled away, waiting for your response. You smiled and mouthed, ‘I’m gonna go’. She showed her delight by pulling you in and leaving with the final note of, “stay safe,” before disappearing into the mass of bodies, probably to go look for your other friends.

You turned to Kirishima before taking his forearm, noting that it was one of the fittest ones you’ve ever laid hands on, and headed out of the venue.

The temperature drop was a bit of a shock but you held your composure as a wave of goosebumps washed over your body. 

You spun around to face the guitarist, only to be greeted with a shyer version of him. It seemed his sheet of confidence went hand in hand with the warmth from inside. As soon as he stepped out, it was instantly ripped away by the cold.

“I- um, well.. may I ask for your name?” He stuttered out, realization hitting you that you never even said your name. You felt your cheeks grow hot before stepping closer to him and whispering your name then taking another step towards him. The nippy air seemed to have the complete opposite effect on you.

At this point, your chest lightly brushed up against his as you looked up at him; his gaze fidgety while yours is sturdy but kind- set eyes flickering from his ruby reds to his plush pink lips. 

You chose not to question your boldness as you pushed yourself up to the tips of your toes.

He had approached you with such determination, you might as well match his energy. 

With your chest fully pressing into him now, you carefully watched his reaction to see if there were any signs of discomfort before slowly draping your arms around his neck. Even on your toes, he was still a head taller than you. 

“Kirishima, what is it that you wanted me to come outside for that you couldn’t do inside?” The teasing whisper dripped from your lips. 

It was as if he was visualizing the words you were saying, his sight trained on how your lips moved.

“Can I kiss you?” He matched your whisper, his head already slightly dipping in to ghost his soft lips over yours while his large palms fell to your hips, invoking a ripple of heat to coarse through your body. 

It was up to you, the fate of the evening was in your hands. Whatever you wanted to do, Kirishima would do as long as he was with you. 

“You can…” you began as you moved to play with his surprisingly soft hair, “walk me to where I’m staying, and maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll let you.” You innocently giggled as you slowly lowered yourself against his broad chest and pulled away completely.

Kirishima’s dazed expression stayed only for a second before he slightly shook himself out of it, a renewed shade of red dusted on his cheeks.

Another giggle escaped from you before whipping out your phone and texting your friend about the newly made plan; red eyes plastered on you and following your every move. 

You slid your phone into your back pocket and scooped up Eijirou’s hand, relishing the size difference, and started walking.

The walk held the best kind of conversation: the kind that consisted of everything and nothing at all. You two were taking your time, walking around local parks and goofing off by performing air guitar and dancing around to no music. He talked about how his band started and how he discovered his love for making music. You talked about how you were visiting your friends because they moved away for college and you couldn’t bear to not see them for another few months. At that you saw his open figure slightly deflate. 

“So you don’t live around here?” He muttered, unconsciously gripping the energy of the lighthearted conversation downwards, but you stopped it before it could get to the point of no return. 

“I’m transferring here.” You said with a promising smile, Kirishima returned the action with a full blown grin. The topic took a turn for the happier as you two chatted about random thoughts and valid opinions. 

Inevitably, the time came where it was you two standing in front of your door, spare key in hand with the outside light illuminating the mirroring soft expressions. You stepped closer, recreating the exact actions you did in front of the venue, and this time when he asked to kiss you, your response was nonverbal. You took his lips with yours at first with a peck. The delicate sound of you pulling away only lead to a deeper kiss, one that made his planted palms uproot and wrap you up entirely in his embrace. Your tongue danced with his; The closeness and warmth had you sighing against his mouth. You slightly pulled away, watching a thin trail of saliva leave you two connected before leaning back in for another peck. To that, he loosened his hold without actually letting go.

“Can I see you before you go back?” Kirishima’s voice was breathy and low, a really good combination for him. 

“Give me your number and we’ll see.” You replied, trying to compose yourself. He chuckled before fishing out your phone from your back pocket, giving your ass a little squeeze in the process. A squeak instinctively left you as you watched a smirk form at the corner of his lips. You refused to look at Kirishima as you put your thumb on the home button to unlock it, your cheeks were too red. 

He added his contact with a red heart next to it, ‘ironic’ you thought. 

The goodbye was drawn out; a lot of lazy pushing away and pulling back in, in addition to feverish kisses and roaming hands, but that all came to an end when you finally pushed the key into the lock and twisted it open before quickly shutting it, leaving Eijirou outside begging you to come back out. 

“No because soon enough I won’t be able to resist you and I’m going to tell you to come inside and stay the night- which would not be cool to my friends,” you laugh as you hear a huff on the other side of the door. 

“You’re right… and I really want your friends to like me…” he trailed off, letting you ponder what he meant for a second. 

“Okay can you just open the door one more time please?” So you did. You were greeted by a sweet and soft kiss, reminding you of a dessert that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. 

“Goodnight Eijirou.” You whisper before closing the door gently.

Replaying the gushy romantic events that took place that night, you took it upon yourself to text him to write a song about you- playfully of course. The charming red cherry on top of a perfect Hallmark-movie-type of night.

He ended up taking it seriously,

and performed it at the next live show you went to, a few months after you transferred. 

And it was that night, when he bounded through the crowd to find you yet again- 

instead of asking to hear your voice, he asked to hear your answer on being his romantic partner.