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katszumi · 3 months

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Studying with bakugo is almost NEVER studying with bakugo. The mf can yell at you to pay attention all he wants but a few seconds of it and you’re already back to yapping about the latest drama. Drawing little doodles on your paper (and a few on his) while you tell him about how kuroiro finally confessed to Komori from class 1b, and although he doesn’t like to admit it he’s paying more attention to your yapping then his studying. (Your the only person who can do that)

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sorta linked to this but can def be read as a standalone

“did you hear about kuroiro’s confession today?” you asked. you were laid on bakugou’s room floor, your notebook wide open with a few math equations along with a dozen of doodles.

you just asked him another silly question, one of the countless ones that you’ve already made in a hour.

bakugou already knew that you were a sociable person from the way you find a new person to talk to everyday, but he didn’t expect you to be this talkative.

truth be told, you’ve talked more than you have actually studied. which was the main reason why you had come to his room at nearly eight o’clock at night, close to his bedtime.

he only accepted the late study session was because the other reason for you to come was so he could speak with you privately. this was the best way he could do it secretly without being found out.

bakugou looked up from his textbook, directly at you. “no. not that i even care about that stuff anyway.”

your chin rested in the palm of your hand, silently drumming your fingers against your cheek.

“it’s hilarious though, cmon!” you pleaded with a small smile on your face.

“we’re supposed to be studying, y/n. did you forget that you didn’t exactly ace that test?” he rhetorically asked.

you pursed your lips together in a thin line, looking away from bakugou and back onto your textbook. you were dumb enough to even think you could gossip with bakugou.

he offered to help you study, not to bond more as friends clearly.

you picked up your pencil and began to write the equation that was written in the hardbook next to you.

hearing that there was no response from you, bakugou internally began to slightly panic. it was never like you to just shut up so easily. he couldn’t help but come to the conclusion that he came off too rude.

it’s not that he didn’t want to hear you speak, he just didn’t want to make his crush on you so obvious. he was trying so hard to be his normal self which was much harder towards you than he thought.

bakugou placed his textbook down, leaning back into the palm of his hands behind him. “what did that extra do?”

almost immediately, you released the pencil that was in your hand and made eye contact with the ruby eyed male in front of you. a smile tugged on your lips, one that bakugou couldn’t help but think was so fuckin’ cute.

“he made her a bouquet of mushrooms, because you know, her whole mushroom quirk thing. he tried to give it to her discreetly but someone walked past and made it a whole big deal.” you described. “honestly, i feel bad cause i think they’re both kinda shy. they probably didn’t want that attention.”

bakugou unknowingly listened to every word of yours, feeling himself being drawn into you. what was it about your voice that made it so compelling for him?

if it were anyone else like stupid shitty hair or raccoon eyes, he’d shut it down immediately, not caring about a single word they had to say about it.

but, he found it a little more difficult than usual to refuse when it came to you.

he snickered. “public confession? what a romcom move of him.”

you looked back down, noticing bakugou’s blank paper. out of boredom, you grasped onto his notebook. you started to doodle on the small square in the upper left corner; a couple of hearts, stars, dots to make it less bland.

“i think it was sweet. it’s hard to confess already, but to do it in front of an audience? takes guts honestly.”

bakugou watched you draw on his paper. he felt a little jump in his heart, some part of him liking the fact that you took initiative to add your own touch to something of his.

something so stupid. so small. but he couldn’t help but feel a tad giddy.

bakugou sat upright, gulping nothing but his own saliva. “is that something you would like?”

at first, bakugou curses at himself. why would he ask something like that? something that could definitely give away his small crush on you. but he remained his same stone-cold look.

you looked up at bakugou, noticing his eyes softening slightly before returning to their original position.

you thought about it long before responding. “nah. don’t think that’s something i’d really prefer. i’d like a simple confession with just the two of us.” you described.

it seemed a little weird to you that you were casually speaking of your own relationship preference with bakugou, but you tried your hardest not to think too much about it.

you assumed he was only trying to make small talk.

“good.” again, with bakugou’s one worded response. even though he didn’t add more to his sentence, his eyes lingered with yours. as if he was deciding something or carefully analyzing you. but it was a different look. not a competitive, angry look. but rather a tender look. one you have never seen bakugou wear, ever.

suddenly, he looked away, back onto his textbook. you seemingly didn’t mind considering the small tingle you were receiving in your face.

bakugou looked over his shoulder, begging to anyone even the gods above to remove the deep-set blush that was occurring on his face.

the male cleared his throat. “alright, let’s fuckin’ study. gossipin’ and yappin’ won’t help you get a better damn test score.” he chose the defensive route to move on.

you silently agreed with a nod. but, your mind goes back to the thought that you successfully just gossiped with the katsuki bakugou. the one that’s listed to only care about being the number one hero.

you bit the inside of your cheek to hide a smile as you tapped your pencil against your notebook.

just now, a kaleidoscope of butterflies slipped through the cracks of your stone wall, entering your stomach, and began to harvest a life within that had bakugou’s name branded on it.

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miumura · 3 months

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IN ANOTHER LIFE, YOU’D BE THE ONE.

assigning enhypen sad tropes / endings

PAIRING enhypen x gn!reader GENRE angst, some fluff? WARNINGS some r not portrayed in a good light (bc of the trope ideas) WORD COUNT varies from 0.3-0.7K+ per

DISCLAIMER these are just random tropes that i think suits them, however, this is not a true depiction of how enhypen truly acts in real life. this is simply just fictional.

‘ 💬 ’ hanniluvi cb? HAHA sorry for disappearing on you guys, but i just finished finals & school is ending soon !!! so yk what that means 😊! slowly making my way back 2 writing 🫡 this was def made randomly and somehow i was committed to it so here you guys go!!

HEESEUNG — HE FAILED THE SECOND TIME.

i don’t really have an explanation to this, i just think he suits this kind of trope? like he truly loves you to the point where he’s willing to give another shot into the relationship. but when trying again, he realizes the problem but was too late to fix it once more.

You wouldn’t have expected either, but the buzz coming from your phone would be a text message from Heeseung. Shock and adrenaline rushed within your body as he was the first to break the “no contact” rule after your break up.

Without a second thought, you found yourself propped up against your bed frame, texting him instead of sleeping. It was going well, until the text messages started becoming more flirtatious.

Even so, it felt different. It felt like you two were finally ready to try again. When he arrived at your doorstep with flowers and a sign asking, "CAN I BE YOUR BOYFRIEND?", you found no reason to decline.

Texts? He sent you thoughtful good morning and good night messages regularly.

Dates? He always paid attention to your preferences, leading to more spontaneous dates than anticipated.

Gifts? He surprised you with "just because" gifts, often accompanied by adorable notes.

Perhaps it seemed too perfect, but you were too in love to see any warning signs. His initial initiative in reaching out first felt like destiny. However, those blissful three to four months soon dissolved into nothing.

Texts? His responses come much later, and those sweet good morning and good night messages? Few and far between.

Dates? You're the one initiating them, and they lack the genuine spark they once had.

Gifts? It's only you who's putting in the effort, mirroring the gestures he used to make.

You've noticed he's slipping back into old patterns. Heeseung is consumed by his own schedule, neglecting those around him. Attempts to communicate often circle back to his work, leaving no room to discuss your relationship. He's too drained to prioritize you.

Perhaps you shouldn't have expected more or less, considering you already gave him another chance before.

You tried waiting, but with each passing day, you only disappointed yourself further.

So you gradually stopped texting, stopped putting in effort, stopped caring. And what came of it? Nothing.

Nothing until he randomly resurfaced with texts again.

People never change.

This time, without the previous excitement and nerves, you found yourself indifferent to even bother replying. Maybe your silence would speak volumes, considering he's accustomed to the silence he often gives you.

Maybe, you shouldn't have replied in the first place.

JAY — YOU FELL OUT OF LOVE, HE LOVED TOO HARD.

honestly, i see jay as a person who would absolutely do everything and anything for anyone. like this man would have no problem doing anything if it was meant to help anyone he loved. he just gives off the energy / whole idea of “so much love to give, gets not much in return.”

Since you started dating Jay, this guy has been nothing short of perfect to you. He constantly surprises you with flowers, insists on carrying everything for you, and showers you with compliments at every opportunity.

On the surface, it all seemed too good to be true. Despite having what many would consider the "perfect" boyfriend, you found yourself drifting away. Feelings slowly waned, and you began to distance yourself from the person who loved you the most.

Initially, you might not have noticed, but he did. As you began to give him less attention, show less reaction to his gestures, and the love in your eyes faded upon seeing him, he observed it all.

He witnessed you transform into someone unrecognizable. He recognized the signs of change, and perhaps he should have let go then. Yet, there remained a part of him that was reluctant to give up, still holding onto hope and the desire to keep trying.

Despite his earnest efforts to salvage the relationship, he couldn't escape the inevitable "Let’s break up" conversation. He hadn't realized how much his attempts to reignite your love were taking a toll on him until you made the decision to end things.

For months, he had maintained a facade of "everything will be okay," but now, faced with the reality of losing you, he began to crumble. He had invested so much time and energy into becoming a better person for someone he loved, only to realize that he was sacrificing himself in the process.

He couldn't blame you; he never would. He understood that you were falling out of love, and perhaps he should have let go sooner. But he couldn't shake the feelings he still harbored for you, even as they led to nothing but heartache.

Getting over you won't be as simple as he had hoped. He'll likely continue to blame himself, wondering what he could have done differently to be a better boyfriend for you.

But deep down, you know he did nothing wrong. He was a wonderful partner; it's just that you had fallen out of love, and sometimes, that's nobody's fault.

JAKE — RIGHT PERSON, WRONG TIME.

DUDEEEEE, you can’t tell me jake gives off the vibes of a person you’d always think about. no matter how much you try to forget him, you visually can’t get him out of your head. like you truly like this guy, but because of the time/fate, it lead you guys onto separate paths. this trope sounds cliche, but it’s the best way i can word it.

Jake embodied everything you sought in a partner. From his looks to his humor, and especially his personality, he checked all the boxes. Spending time with him felt like a whirlwind; the hours flew by when it was just the two of you.

Ever since he moved in next door, you found yourself drawn to him, intrigued by his every move. What began as subtle glances evolved into friendly greetings and eventually daily hangouts.

You never knew you could be this over the heels with someone until you met him. You found yourself looking forward to his daily texts and him sending silly videos that reminded him of you. You found yourself making silly trinkets and dropping them off in his mailbox. You found yourself with a pink envelope in your hand, walking to the park to give to him.

And as always, you saw that smile that always managed to brighten up your day. Sitting next to him on the swings, as you expected to be faced with another few hours of random talk with him, you’d be suddenly hit with the news of him having to move.

You didn't want to believe it.

You hoped he was joking, but instead, you were met with a disappointed look on his face. He seemed almost ashamed that this was happening, even though you knew it wasn't his fault.

You could imagine how badly he felt, so you kept your emotions in check and simply told him you would miss him. That night, you went home with tears staining the pink envelope you had intended to give him—a letter of your confession.

You had planned to give it to him that day, but instead, you saved it for his last day.

"Here," you said, pressing your lips into a thin line as you handed him the envelope.

"What is this?" he asked, curiosity piqued.

"A letter—but don't read it now!"

"Why not? You're tempting me," Jake replied, raising an eyebrow as he held the envelope with care.

"Well, don't listen to your temptations because—hey!" Before you could finish, he had already opened it, revealing its contents.

"This is embarrassing," you mumbled into your hands, feeling the heat rise to your face. Peeking through your fingers, you saw his eyes getting watery as he chuckled at parts of your letter.

When he finished reading, Jake looked at you and extended his arms. You immediately fell into his embrace, feeling his warmth surround you. Placing a hand on the back of your head, he whispered into your ear, "I'm sorry."

"For what?" your voice cracked, fearing that your confession would lead to nothing.

"I'm sorry this had to be this way," he said, clearing his throat and fighting back tears stirred by your emotional letter. "If it wasn't obvious enough, I like you too."

You felt a mix of relief and sadness. Despite your mutual feelings, fate was pulling you in different directions.

Before you could say another word, his family was already calling him to leave. Jake gave you one last squeeze and a look filled with fondness.

"I'll try to contact you often, okay, YN?"

"Okay," you replied.

As he waved goodbye with red eyes and that beautiful smile you loved, you saw him for the last time in person, feeling the weight of the moment settle in your heart.

SUNGHOON — JUST “FAKE DATING”.

do you see the vision that i’m visioning. like i don’t know, it just works out?? like i can see you two starting to fake date, it leads to something more (at least that’s what you think), and that all disappears, repeating once more. like it seems like he means it, but at the same time, his actions seem to prove otherwise. it’s like a constant cycle that you don’t want to or know how to get out of.

"I'm telling you, I don't think you should be doing this," your friend insisted, both online and in person. "Hanging with Sunghoon is only going to hurt you."

You never anticipated how your own choices might backfire. As a good friend, you just wanted to help Park Sunghoon make someone jealous. After all, with his pleading tone, how could you possibly say no?

If only you just believe his rule, "Don't fall in love with each other," this should be easy. You just needed to play the role—that’s all you had to do.

So, it started off slowly.

You two were together all the time, which was normal for you both. But whenever his ex came around, you could feel him inching closer, invading your personal space. It wasn’t much, but it felt rather intimate...though that was the plan.

Then it escalated. Sunghoon didn’t just act like a boyfriend in person and at school; he began behaving the same way outside of school and over text.

You spent more time together, going to places, laughing as you took pictures. He started showing up at your house unannounced, and the two of you would stay up late, binge-watching your favorite shows and having those nightly talks.

He even introduced you to his friends. Would someone go to such lengths for a fake relationship?

It just didn’t feel like pretending. You felt something there, something that couldn’t be easily explained.

You tried to brush it aside, but your feelings for him only grew. You were definitely falling for his stupid, swooning charms.

You hoped he was falling for you too.

But that sliver of hope crashed down when you saw him with the very person he had wanted to chase after.

They were smiling and holding hands. He looked so...happy.

After he gave them a final hug, he turned and met your gaze, your eyes slightly glistening.

"Thank you, YN," he said, with that stupid grin on his face—the one you had fallen for. Seeing it now only made your stomach twist painfully.

“Thank you? That’s….that’s it?”

“I’m sorry?” Sunghoon gave you a confused look. “Did you expect something more?”

“I would’ve loved an explanation.”

“What?”

You pressed your lips together, but your emotions were overflowing.

“Why would you treat me like that? I mean, why would you treat me so nicely? Why would you try so hard that it made me feel like we could’ve had something…real?”

“YN…”

"Just why, Sunghoon? If you knew this was only going to be a fake relationship, why did you create something special only for it to be discarded?"

"I'm sorry, YN. I never intended my gestures to be misleading, so I never purposefully planned that. I did enjoy our time together, but I have to end whatever we had because I now have the person I will always want."

Right.

No matter how hard you try, you can't change Sunghoon's mind.

You aren’t the person he wants.

After all, that was the whole point of his plan.

Don’t fall in love with each other.

SUNOO — YOU TWO DRIFTED APART.

i feel like with sunoo, since he has such an outgoing and bubbly demeanor, it allows him to easily connect with others. so with that idea in mind, why not because of his personality and him constantly being involved in new crowds, it causes him to have no time for you. without realizing it at first, he soon forgets about his priority: you.

You can't help but feel a whirlwind of emotions: confused, overwhelmed, sad.

Sunoo is a great guy, and you know that. But his bubbly personality seems to be interfering with your relationship.

At first, you were completely fine with it. He helped you meet new people, pushed you out of your comfort zone, and, most importantly, you saw him extremely happy. That’s all you really wanted.

But lately, you've noticed that he’s been paying less attention to you. Even when it's just the two of you, he often ends up calling someone or suddenly engaging in conversations with people around you.

You always had to make the plans, and his reactions seemed less genuine compared to when he was with others. Would it be wrong to think that you don’t matter to him anymore?

You always had to initiate conversations. Always.

Just like every other day, you were on the phone with Sunoo, the silence filling the room. No one was talking, and you could probably assume he was messaging someone else while on the phone with you.

Clearing your throat, you finally spoke. “Sunoo?” You didn’t know why you were nervous; he was your boyfriend, after all.

“Yes?”

“Um…” Your throat felt like it was closing up on you. You never wanted to seem pushy or insecure because of his behavior—you just wanted to feel special again, like you did at the beginning of the relationship. It should be easy to tell someone like him, right?

“Just tell me, YN.”

“Listen…” You hesitated before continuing. “Do you even… love me anymore?”

“Seriously? What kind of question is that? Of course I love you. Do I not show you that?”

“Well… no.” You bit your lip, hoping to get the closure you needed.

“I didn’t know you felt that way. I hope you know that you’re my—oh, YN. I’m sorry, I really have to go. I promised to hang out with Jungwon today. I’ll call you back, okay? Love you.”

You heard the other line beep, leaving you feeling empty. Removing the phone from your ear and dropping it in your lap, you looked at the calendar next to you. Today's date had a large red circle with little hearts doodled around the event “OUR ANNIVERSARY.”

He was hanging out with Jungwon instead of you. He forgot it. You stared at the hearts, feeling a knot form in your stomach. This day had meant so much to you, and now it felt like just another ordinary, lonely day.

His "I love you"s always reassured you—but now? They did nothing but make you feel worse.

He really doesn’t realize how much he’s hurting you, does he?

JUNGWON — THE CLASSIC SECOND LEAD.

okay okay, hear me out. i feel like jungwon suits the idea of a person liking someone, but too afraid to actually make a move. like he would want to keep people he like closely, but he would never do anything that seemed like it would lead to a fallout or anything more. so because of this, it leads to him watching you love someone else on the sidelines.

Jungwon has always been a nervous guy, and being in love only amplified his anxiety.

After spending so much time getting to know you, he realized he was falling—deeply. And he hated how it made him feel.

He hated how he would stutter when trying to make eye contact with you.

He hated how he took extra time to fix his hair.

He hated how he felt like a nervous wreck every time he initiated a hangout outside of school and work, praying you’d have the time.

But all those things he hated would soon fade away when he was with you. He began to appreciate himself for making the effort—it felt worth it.

Any moment with you felt special to him—enough for him to lay in bed and think about it all night.

He loved how you made him feel seen and understood, something he had not felt with anyone else.

If he were to date someone, he would want it to be you.

"Isn't he so dreamy?"

Hearing those words crushed his hopes of ever making you his.

He found himself sitting across from you, listening to you talk about this new guy, feeling a knot form in his stomach.

"Are you listening, Won?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, sorry. What happened again?" He nervously chuckled, clearly not wanting to hear what was going to come out of your mouth.

"We're going on a date tomorrow!"

His heart was about to burst.

Deep down, he wished he could tell you how he truly felt, how much he cared about you, but it seemed like there would be no point.

Every word felt like a stab, yet he forced a smile. "I am so happy for you, YN."

And there was that smile—the very smile he hoped to see whenever you talked about him. But instead, that beautiful smile was for somebody else.

As you continued excitedly talking about your upcoming date, Jungwon couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness, knowing that he would always be just a friend, never the one you longed for.

Jungwon found another thing he hates about being in love.

He hates how loving someone can ultimately hurt you too.

NIKI — “TOO HARD TO LOVE”.

i can somehow see niki being apart of a trope where there is a lack of communication. like i think it would be hard to express himself properly, leading him to become closed off. like he would do tests to see how much you actually cared for him, leading to his own unsatisfaction. and yet, he still wouldn’t communicate it properly, leading to the downfall of your relationship with him.

"It doesn't seem like you care," Niki let slip out over the phone, his words not quite what he had intended to say to you.

"What do you mean?" you responded, clearly frustrated. "How can you say I don't care?"

"You haven't reached out to me."

"And what about you?"

"What?" Niki was taken aback by your abruptness.

"You never tell me anything. How am I supposed to know that you even want to be around me when all you've done is just push me away?"

The silence hung heavy between you, the weight of unspoken emotions palpable even through the phone line. Niki's mind raced, grappling with the sudden confrontation. He hadn't anticipated this turn in their conversation, nor had he realized the extent of his own actions until now.

Niki had never experienced this level of comfort and connection with anyone before.

He hadn't anticipated falling in love again—until he met you.

You possessed all the qualities he had been searching for, and being with you felt incredibly natural. So, it came as a surprise when he found himself in a relationship with you; it all seemed almost too perfect to be true.

Without even realizing, Niki was starting to become rather distant. He never intended to, but he was afraid of becoming a burden to you. The thought of investing so much time and energy into someone who might eventually leave scared him.

"I... I didn't realize," Niki stammered, his voice betraying a mix of confusion and guilt. "I didn't mean to push you away. I just... I've been dealing with some stuff lately, and I guess I haven't been handling it well."

"Then you could've told me, but you didn't. You only talked to me because I was always the one reaching out first," you finally said, your voice heavy with hurt. "So why?"

Niki felt a lump form in his throat, the weight of your words sinking in. He struggled to find the right words, the right explanation, but nothing seemed adequate.

"I don't know," he admitted softly. "Maybe I was scared."

"Scared of what?" you pressed gently.

"Just... just forget it," Niki muttered, frustration creeping into his voice. “I’m sorry.”

"Niki, I need to know that you're willing to put in the effort, to be open with me. This relationship can't work if it's one-sided."

"I just don't want to lose you," he confessed, his voice breaking slightly.

"I don't know if I can believe that."

"What?" Niki's voice was filled with surprise and hurt.

"I can't tell if you're honest with me. You've done this more than once, Niki."

"But it's true!" His voice raised higher, clearly panicked by how the situation had escalated.

"You say that, but actions speak louder than words," you replied, trying to stay calm despite the turmoil inside. "If you really don't want to lose me, you need to show it, not just say it."

Niki should've taken that as a sign to finally show what he'd been holding back. He should've explained why he had such a hard time expressing his feelings, and proved to you that you were someone he truly wanted.

But he didn't. He found himself holding back once again, repeating the very behavior you truly hated.

"Okay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"That's... that's it?" You scoffed in disbelief. "Really?"

Niki felt a surge of panic and regret. He knew he was failing you again, but the words just wouldn't come. "I don't know what else to say," he admitted, feeling helpless.

"You could start by being honest," you replied, frustration evident. "Why is it so hard for you to open up? Why do you keep pushing me away?"

Niki hesitated, the fear of vulnerability clawing at him. "It's not that simple," he said finally. "I've never been good at this. I've always been afraid of getting too close, of being hurt again. But that's no excuse. I know I need to change."

"Then show me," you insisted. "Show me that you mean it. I need to see that you care enough to try."

Your silence was heavy, filled with both skepticism and a flicker of hope. "Call me when you're finally ready for this. I think we both need a break to think things over clearly, okay?"

Niki should have seen this coming. But instead of running away from the problem like he used to, he accepted it. "Okay."

You hung up the phone, leaving Niki alone with his thoughts. Determined, he knew he had to win you back and prove he could be different, better than he had been throughout the entire relationship.

💬 : if it doesn’t seem obvious enough, i’m trying to get back into writing longer fics 🤫

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fairlyang · 7 months

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more husband!miguel x wife!reader headcanons! 🕷️

taglist: @safixiovi | part one

miguel was an attentive listener so anytime he’d take you out shopping and you had an eye on something like a lipstick or dress, he would just make a mental note and come back for it the following weekend

but sometimes he’s go overboard and end up buying more things he thinks you’d enjoy

or even try to pair a cute dress with a lipstick and new heels/flats

would absolutely peel all your oranges or cuties, would even cut up your fruits if you liked them diced

could def see him as the gardening type! he’d take care of his lemon trees and all his veggies while you took care of your pretty flowers and plants in the backyard

going grocery shopping would consist of him putting any snack he’s been craving for the past two months tops

he simply might see some Canelitas or Barritas and how could he not get a box of each?

and when it came to remembering if you had queso fresco, beans, or cilantro his mind would go blank which resulted in you giving him a, “are you serious?”

when it was time to pay he’d playfully push you towards the cart so you didn’t have to pay a dime because that was his job

best of all he is the the most romantic man imaginable but when valentines comes around his date plans, gifts, and flirtatious manner just skyrockets

and when he finally does the grand reveal of everything he got for you, you’re practically tear eyed, feeling an immense amount of appreciation for him

you just stared at him with a little pout (trying not to cry) while admiring how handsome he looked because he loved dressing up for special occasions

you went up to him holding his face in your hands and attack his face with kisses while he laughed and dropped the big stuffed bear he got you

he wrapped his arms around your waist while you were on your tiptoes, kissing his cheeks, nose, forehead, and lips as lovingly as you could

then you pulled away and ran off to the kitchen where you had your own gift for him that was in a pretty glittery red bag

it was a big bag with two little gifts and you were certain it’d be the best present you could possibly give him

returning back to him with the bag in hand and handing it to him before standing in front of him awaiting his reaction

he shook his head in disbelief because he never wants you spending money on him which is quite ironic

but he placed the bag on the coffee table and grabbed the gift paper, throwing it on the floor as your heart pounded in pure excitement

his hand reached down and grabbed the first item, bringing it back up with an instant gasp and tears already filling his eyes

the white baby booties were so tiny in his big hand but it only made the reality hit harder

he was going to be a dad

with a shaky hand he grabbed the final thing in the bag which was a positive pregnancy test in a ziploc baggie

without a word being said he walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you gently with tears streaming down his cheeks

you hugged him back and finally your tears fell as well from having to hold this surprise for a little while now

(it was hard because you tell him literally everything)

he was about to speak when a sob instead came out making him laugh because he wasn’t expecting it

you sniffled and grinned so wide your cheeks began to hurt as he pulled away from you just to be able to look at you

his eyes were red and a single tear fell from his eye as he whispered, “I love you so much.”

“our family is growing.” you whispered back making more tears fall from both your faces

he kissed you softly before embracing you once again and making sure to be extra cautious for the little one in your tummy

#miguel ohara #miguel ohara imagine #across the spiderverse #miguel o hara #miguel ohara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel ohara oneshot #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara x y/n #Miguel O’Hara fluff

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bokutosbabe · 3 months

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I have no idea if this is where asks are sent but I am CRAVING some Oikawa or Ushijima figs rn 😍 OR EVEN DAICHI IM DESPERATE ID EAT UP ANYTHING YOU WRITE I BEG

AHAHA YOU FOUND THE PERFECT PLACE TO COME i love literally ALL of these characters but i chose to do ushijima since i’ve been wanting to write for him😻 i can always do the others if you want!!

Greatest in the League

a/n — i def put my own spin on this so i’m so sorry if it’s not exactly what you imagined😭🫶🏼 also made reader gn since a gender wasn’t specified . ALSO YES I MADE USHIJIMA OBLIVIOUS HE LITERALLY THOUGHT HINATA WAS GRIPPING ONTO BRAZIL BC HE WAS ON THE “OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD”

content — ushijima x gn! reader, ushijima and reader are married , fluff, set in time skip (at the olympics actually), secret relationship, honestly not much to talk abt, i think that’s it- lmk if i missed anything!

synopsis — Ushijima Wakatoshi, wing spiker and outside hitter for the Olympic men’s volleyball team, has a secret. Something only two people in the entire world know of, including him.

✿.｡.“ where’s the trophy? ”.｡.✿

one point.

one point was all that separated Japans men’s volleyball team from the champion title. a singular point that rested on Japans side of the net. Ushijima watched as the other team served

one. komori’s perfect receive- no one expected any less

two. atsumu’s terrifyingly beautiful set, every spiker they had running for the ball.

three. straight to ushijima wakatoshi.

the ball smacked against his palm, and boom. The other team had no time to even react as the wing spiker all but slammed the ball onto the other side of the court.

23-25

“AND JAPAN TAKES IT ALL!!” the announcers could be heard from the booth they were seated in. While the other team had shuffled off the court, the japan’s team was celebrating- many arms thrown around Ushijima, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

where were you?

The paparazzi had flooded the court, taking pictures of all the players while the giant trophy of the world’s best team was brought out, and yet ushijima needed to see you first.

“good job wakatoshi!” the males ears caught the three words, turning around as he heard your voice- spotting you standing at the railing that separated the many onlookers from the court.

“hey ushiwaka we need to take a pic with the trophy- hey where are you going?” he heard hoshiumi’s voice loud and clear, but his focus was on a familiar face in the crowd—yours. Without a second thought, he pushed through the throng of reporters and fans, his powerful strides carrying him swiftly toward you.

if there was one thing you hadn’t expected from ushijima after all the years of being together, it was this. you watched in awe as he came running over, the determined look on his face softening the moment he reached you. He didn’t say a word, simply enveloping you in a tight hug, causing many eyes and cameras to be turned towards the both of you.

After getting married two years ago the two of you had decided to keep your life out of the public eye, i mean- ushijima wouldn’t want his beautiful partner to get bombarded with all the questions that were sure to come their way, but as of right now he couldn’t care less.

ushijima wakatoshi was not a man of words, much rather showing his feelings through actions, so that he did. the star player leaned down before pressing a kiss to your lips, the camera flashes going off in the split second the two of your lips were connected.

“what’s with the photos?” he asked you as his hands rested on your waist.

ushijima wakatoshi was not a man of words, so when he had a post game interview with many bombarding questions about the person he had kissed, he’d decided actions would speak louder than words.

let’s just say, twitter and all news articles were buzzing about the outside hitters showing his left ring finger being adorned with a silver wedding band during the interviews.

✿.｡.“ he just comes running over to me ”.｡.✿

it’s super short and i actually hate it. i’m so sorry it took this long😭

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!!

#★ · airybcbyy #airy posts #airy writes for haikyuu!#airy writes haikyuu 🏐#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #airy answers asks :)#haikyuu ushijima #ushijima x reader fluff #ushijima x gn! reader #gn! reader #haikyuu x gn!reader

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lovedrruunk · 4 months

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'Mango Letters ♡⸝⸝💌⊹˖➴

Venture (Overwatch) x GN Reader

[Established Relationship!]

Authors note!!!; DID U MISS MEEE??? also...IM SO SORRYYY!!!! BUT I THINK IM JUST GONNA START WRITING WHAT I WANT :((( i realized im sososo bad with requests like genuinely ughhhh!! Ill def do some every now and then tho! Anyways im just clearing out my drafts cuz I’ve come to the realization that this is literally tumblr and my posts don’t have to be perfect lmao, enjoy!!

75 days 18 hours 46 minutes and 3 seconds. That's how long it had been since you've seen your partner Sloan. Being with them you knew how devoted they were to their work and how much it required them to travel but on pretty days like this one when the weathers just right and the flowers are in full bloom and the sunset is the perfect hue of orange, you couldn't help but wish they were by your side.

And although they were thousands of miles away they always made sure to send you physical manifestations of their love.

Through love letters of course!!!

It had been a tradition ever since they had started going on longer expeditions for them to send you things in the mail. So there in your shared closet in a cute little shoebox on the top shelf, laid all their feelings on coffee stained papers. Little crystals the same color as your eyes, maps with all the places they wanted to take you, polaroids of them doing silly faces, and your favorite part, the sweet scent of mango that came with it all.

And so although they weren't by your side, their feelings were. Their longing, their excitement, their thoughts, all in the palm of your hands covered in all types stickers and doodles.

Sitting outside on the porch of your shared home enjoying the calm breeze you smile holding the most recent letter delivered. Inhaling deeply catching the hints of mango as you carefully open it.

Dear Beloved,

It's been so looong!!! I can feel myself aging without you! Hope this letter finds you well! Notice how I used "beloved"? Fancy huh? Arn't I just the most romantic partner ever? (don't answer that.) This is my fifth time trying to write this and it's annoying the crew so this is my last chance before they jump me... It's just so hard y'know!? It has to be perfect. Perfect for you. Is that cringe? That was cringe sorry! I miss you lots and I think about you all the time... You'd love Petra! A camel ate my shemagh... but It's whatever. I'll buy a new one tomorrow, I'll get one for you too so don't worry! Now that I'm thinking about it the days seem to be going by pretty slow and I'm not sure if I like it much. Like I said I miss you a lot and it stinks being away from you for this long. Can't you just book a flight over here? Can't you do that for me pretty pleaseee? That's ridiculous? Okay just say you hate me and never want me to come back, just say you don't love me at all and want me to get stuck in a cave foreva. Just kidding! or am I?... (I am! >ᴗ<)

I like to imagine you’re missing me really bad counting down the seconds till I get back, which by the way I am too so don’t feel the need to deny it! I can see it now… You all shriveled up like a raisin crawling on the floor going “sloannn… sloannnn…” because of how bad you miss me hehe. Just kidding again! It’s probably the opposite let’s be real… I’m going insane without you seriously, I started talking to the hieroglyphics yesterday and the crew even caught me tasting some rocks earlier (sos!!!!)

But speaking of, they’re rushing me to “turn the lights off already” what a bunch of buzzkills ammarite? Promise to show up in my dreams okay? Who am I kidding, you’re always there regardless. Sweet dreams ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡

p.s they really wanna meet you!

p.p.s take care okay? I’ll be home before you know it!!!

Yours truly,

(so romantic!!!)

“(๑´>᎑<)~*”

#bleugh ;p #they smell like mango to me idc!!#avid coconut smeller right here #coconut x mango power couple #venture overwatch #overwatch 2 #venture x reader #overwatch x reader #sloane cameron #venture #overwatch #sloan cameron

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all-too-unwell-13 · 2 months

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what i think marauders characters would think about taylor swift

(part 2 - includes the emeralds/slytherin skittles + emmeline vance, emma vanity, & amelia bones)

the emeralds:

regulus - he'd love taylor swift!! regulus' favourite albums would be ttpd, midnights & red tv. i don't make the rules (yes i do) 🤷‍♀️ his favourite songs from each album would be 'loml,' 'question...?' and 'treacherous' (which he'd never admit, but it's true)

barty - i can see barty saying he hates taylor just to piss of reg, but if 'king of my heart' came on, he'd vibe and def wouldn't turn it off (he associates it with evan 👀) (wanna unpack why that is, barty?)

evan - loves her. period. his fav album is reputation and his favourite songs are 'gorgeous,' 'don't blame me' & 'delicate' !! (he associates them with barty 😙😙)

pandora - her number one song on spotify wrapped EVERY YEAR, without fail, is 'i hate it here' by taylor. second top song is 'never grow up (taylor's version)'. she's a speak now tv girl!!

dorcas - also pretends to hate taylor, but 'the man' by taylor is on almost all of her "favourite song" playlists so 😋😋 she's a lover girl at heart, but she tells pandora (she's the only one who knows she likes taylor) that her favourite is evermore

the others <3 (what is their group name?):

emmeline vance - genuinely doesn't listen to taylor swift much, but would never hate on her or say anything against her. she just doesn't know much of her music or much about her, so she doesn't judge 🤷‍♀️ will listen to fearless tv with mary if asked though!!

emma vanity - she's a huge swiftie and she's LOUD about it. everyone knows she loves taylor; her favourite album is lover & fav song is 'cruel summer' (emma liked it before it blew up, and she makes sure to add that whenever she tells someone)!! emma is alsooo a huge red tv girl, but more the lover girl side of red, yk?? like she LOVES 'begin again,' 'run,' as well as 'forever winter'

amelia bones - her and emma bond at first bc of their love for taylor and just music in general !! amelia doesn't seem like it, but she's an evermore and, strangely enough, debut type of person. her favourite all-time taylor song is 'a place in this world' !! a close second for her is 'dorothea'

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xythlia · 2 years

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𝘕𝘖 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘚𝘌𝘌 𝘔𝘌 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘋𝘖 [𝘌𝘟-𝘏𝘜𝘚𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘓𝘜𝘊𝘐𝘍𝘌𝘙]

- ̗̀໒ WARNINGS : divorce, poor separation, arguing, emotional turmoil, angst, no smut but kinda alluding to it, kissing

- ̗̀໒ WORD COUNT : 1.4k

couldn't stop thinking about luci as an ex & accidentally drove myself insane writing this ^⁠_⁠^ this is def a part one, I have more written but I didn't wanna make a huge post

PART TWO | SERIES MASTERLIST

Lucifer ran a surprisingly bare hand through the inky strands of his hair, stepping closer to you. The dim lights of the houses foyer caught his burgundy eyes, making them glimmer and your chest constricted when they met your own. It felt as familiar as a warm embrace from a family member, as did his more casual attire.

You used to love seeing him relaxed, when it was just the two of you. It did surprise you how dressed down he was, it felt like he should've been in one of his stuffy outfits, especially considering you two were meeting for the first time since your separation was finalized. You had to tear your gaze from his clothing, forcing yourself to forget you had actually bought that sweater for him months ago to try and refocus on the words coming off his lips.

"Thank you for coming to drop those off, I wasn't sure if you'd be busy..."

"Of course," you shift your weight from one foot to the next, agitated, "I'll make time to drop by again if you remember anything else I might have accidentally packed with my things." You pressed your lips together, offering a strained attempt at a reassuring smile.

Lucifer cleared his throat, strong arms folding across his chest. "You know our separation doesn't change the fact that you're always welcome to visit here. I know you're still quite close with everyone else, so..."

You grip the bag of his things tighter, looking past him at the wall while nodding your head to the smooth sound of his voice. His voice was always so heartbreakingly attractive, especially when... You blink fast, refocus on his face and try to tell yourself you shouldn't be thinking back on intimate moments.

Your divorce was final, but that didn't mean you were yet used to the feeling of the newly erected wall between you.

"I appreciate that," you answer, perfectly cordial.

It surprised you how tame this little meeting was, especially since the past few weeks had been nonstop arguing between you two. If he wasn't the one pissing you off and still prioritizing his work over your necessary divorce meetings, you were the one causing him to leave you less than pleasant voicemails for hounding him. The two of you couldn't even speak about the smallest of things without the conversation escalating since your initial breakup, and you knew all too well he blamed you more than anything else for why this hadn't worked out.

You always spit venom back, shouting that maybe if he hadn't treated his work like a third partner in the marriage things wouldn't have fallen into disrepair. The accusation simply wasn't true, you lived years with his shadow rather than the man himself.

You'd spend days, weeks, months begging until you were practically blue in the face for him to push Diavolo for less responsibility, less work eating up your time together, reiterating how he couldn't expect you to waste away endlessly waiting for him just to be let down every time. That wasn't the kind of marriage you had wanted.

That fateful night you'd first breathed the word "divorce" after weeping on the phone came after asking if he ever planned on showing up to the birthday dinner he had reserved in the first place. When the line remained silent, you knew you couldn't do it anymore.

"Well, I better get going... I'm still unpacking so I don't want to be up all night." You mumbled, looking downward so he wouldn't be able to tell you were lying.

You never once considered telling Lucifer you had a date tonight, the idea made you cringe knowing it would have made this whole meeting snappy and tense. But still, you had to hold back so the words didn't come flying out on their own. A part of you wanted to know if maybe he'd care, maybe he'd get angry or sad over you potentially moving on. But the opposite could happen and honestly it would be more than a little crushing if he just didn't care at all.

If the shoe was on the other foot, you knew you'd become the jealous ex. How couldn't you, and you genuinely dreaded the day he'd say he found someone else, because it was inevitable. Lucifer was perfect in almost every way someone could be, demon or human.

It's only the memory of how painful that night in particular was that kept you from losing your head and bursting into tears right in the foyer.

You groaned suddenly, cutting off whatever he'd been saying while you drowned in memories. "I completely forgot that file you asked for, too."

Your hand rubs down your cheek as you chew your bottom lip nervously as unease runs down your spine. How could you have forgotten that? Would he get angry?

Lucifer's hand gently catches your wrist, guiding your hand down from your cheek, his expression still relaxed. "I remembered what was in it earlier and already have copies of everything anyway."

You look down at your conjoined hands, almost confused at how you instantly relaxed into his touch. Your fingers flexed, twitching with the urge to interlace with his.

"I guess it's no big deal then," you stay hurriedly, pulling your hand away and nearly fumbling as you bend down to set the bag of his things against the floor.

Turning on your heel as you rise, you extend your hand to the knob of the front door. It makes you pause, hating how your hands shook because you knew leaving the house and driving to the restaurant and sitting across from someone else meant this was well and truly over. The relationship you'd thought would last your entire lifetime would be shuttered.

Your eyes burned, threatening to let loose the tears you wanted to hold back. It felt like being cleaved in two, one part of you desperately wanting to stay here and the other stubbornly saying it was time to wash your hands of this. Of him.

Lucifer hovered behind you, only inches away and when you drew a deep breath through your nose you could smell his cologne. It immediately rooted you in place.

"Did you forget something else?"

You glance over your shoulder, a wobbly smile painting your face as you shake your head. It didn't escape you how his eyes became sharp, recognizing your vulnerability for what it was and making you turn around.

You hated how shaky your voice was as you spoke. "If you need anything else from me-"

The interruption was shocking, making your eyes widen before they closed as if on their own. In fact your entire body betrayed you, like suddenly someone else was in control. His tongue parted your lips easily, finding no resistance as he pressed you against the door. You could feel his thumb brushing along your cheek as his hand held the side of your face, felt the rumble in his chest when you sighed into the kiss.

Your arms slid around his neck, pulling him even closer to you while your fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck. You wanted to moan and weep, not able to remember the last time you'd tasted something like love from his lips.

It was just as sudden when he pulled away from you, leaving your arms to hang in the absence of his embrace. When you opened your eyes, the most notable thing was the pink of his cheeks and how dark those ruby eyes had become. And it scared you.

Scared you because how could you crumble so quickly against him, and your nervous panic from mere seconds ago renewed. You needed to get out of this house or else you'd surrender completely.

"You're a terrible liar," he rasped out, breathing slightly uneven. "Don't wear that out." His jaw flexed as he bit out the last word, looking pointedly at your clothes.

For the first time in a while you were left speechless, watching him snatch the bag up off the floor and stalk back into the depths of the house of lamentation, leaving you unmoored and practically sprinting out the door.

likes and rb's are appreciated ofc but what really makes my day is ppls cute lil comments + tags! I hope you liked this even if it was a bit heavy, I plan on continuing this as a series but if there's any ideas u wanna see for ex-husband luci just let me know <3 ty for reading

#obey me imagine #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #om lucifer x reader #om! lucifer #obey me fic #lucifer x reader #obey me! one master to rule them all #lucifer x you #lucifer angst #obey me angst #obey me drabble #♡.savxonne scribbles

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mikeyforreal · 2 years

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some random adrian chase head cannons :P

a/n: just some random thought about my favorite crime-fighting goofball :)

cw: fluff, some cussing, a few depictions of violence

miscellaneous hcs

• okay so first off, i know this isn't really a head cannon but james gunn confirmed that the visor in vig's suit is prescription and idk i just love that fact

• anyway, real head cannons now

• i'm like 99.99% sure he has a playlist for when he's on patrol and makes chris listen to it with him

• also, i think he'd have the same wired earphones from like 2014 that came with his iphone 6

• adrian's favorite candy is probably skittles or m&ms because of the fun colors (sometimes he likes to sort them if he's feeling a bit bored)

• i just know he has a collection of vhs tapes that he bought from a secondhand store/had as a kid

• speaking of collections he probably also has a bunch of cd's

• i dunno why but i feel like adrian loves star wars and has since he was little (and also has all the og trilogy movies on vhs)

• definitely has a cheap walmart lightsaber lying around somewhere

• GOLDEN RETRIEVER ENERGY !!!

• i feel like as a kid he loved finding bugs, digging for worms, ect.

• one time he tried eating one, didn't turn out good for him (he couldn't stop throwing up for like 3 days)

• since it's cannon he played/plays dnd, he'd probably play magic, the gathering as well 😭

• i also think that he'd really love the artificial grape flavor ??

• LMAO i think he'd have a little chainsaw keychain lying around somewhere

• def listens to abba, spice girls, and yung gravy

• probably good with kids? he'd set the the house on fire if he watched some but he can keep them entertained at least ?

• manchild (i will not elaborate)

• he reminds me of jake peralta from brooklyn-99

being best friends/in a relationship with adrian

• let's face it, they're practically the same thing

• i justttt know that he made like 10 secret handshakes for the two of you

• his love language is probably words of affirmation, quality time, or touch (maybe all of them, who knows)

• wants to teach you how to play mtg and dnd !!! (please let him teach you he'll be over the moon)

• def has a playlist that he wants to listen to with you

• two words: movie dates

• adrian loves watching movies with you !! even if he's seen it a few dozen times, he'd watch it again just to see your first time reactions :)

• THEMED COSTUMES !!!

• if you're down, he'd want to match with you ever year, something different and cooler than the last

• if you wear glasses, you better bet your ass that he's switching with you 24/7

• you cant go an hour without your glasses getting taken off and replaced with his

• also, i think that adrian wouldn't have the cleanest glasses 😭 you def gotta give 'em a good scrub every now and then

• dr. pepper enthusiast fs

• discounted/sometimes free food and fennel fields

• if you can work from home and go there often just to eat and work, he's definitely spending his 15 minute breaks (and longer than that) sitting with you and chatting

• he's always bringing home leftovers or breadsticks that he stole

• i think adrian has a pretty decent comic collection, and would go to shops with you for dates or hangouts

• he's probably super good friends with the owner (or at least that's what he thinks)

• when he's patrolling, he randomly facetimes you???

• like he has a guy near death and he's having a full conversation with you

• adrian has tonsss of silly and random nicknames for you !! he just calls you whatever you remind him of

• whenever he goes over to your place or vice versa, you two have a special knock that lets either of you know immediately who it is

• one of his ideal dates would probably be going to the park and feeding ducks !! (and him trying to catch them)

• he also randomly makes machine gun noises ?? what's that about ??

• the two of you'll just be chilling watching tv or something and then you hear 'CHCHCHCHC' and see him doing finger guns or whatever

• and when you ask him about it he's just like "what do you mean babe?"

• would probably beg you to get a little cat or a dog

• if you initially say no, he's gonna pull out a whole powerpoint presentation on why you should say yes (and he's wearing his fanciest clothes)

• FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS !!!

• it doesn't matter where or what they look like, if he sees some at the gas station, store, theme park, wherever, he's buying some for the two of you

• your relationship is basically that one scene in bobs burgers scene where tina makes a friendship bracelet for louise and tina's like "oh you don't have to wear it" and louise snatches it and says "no i'm gonna wear it forever, back off"

• proud malewife

• adrian is in the kitchen a lot, always fixing up snacks for you

a/n: let me know if i should make another one of these with another character !

#adrian chase #peacemaker #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #vigilante #freddie stroma

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brick-a-doodle-do · 2 years

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Hmmmmm

Spy borrower au!

Besides Techno, who else is on the spy squad? Is it a international or national thing? maybe the cold war setting for some extra james bond style angst of the peace depending on them getting the info, dispite Tinies defs not being as patriotic as humans im guessing.

Also, is training all Techno has ever known? Like the red rooms of the black widow? Or is their some past atleast without training, also how old is he? Don't think the organization cares all that much about their age of maturity 😅

Just throwing out some prompts, i am very bored, and all i got is access to wifi and nothing else😑

But i love sending asks here! Get the creative juices flowing🙃

hellooo !!

mm yes i don't talk abt this au enough,,,

okay for the fbi itself (this au takes place in the us cause the fbi is mainly there and i don't want to do any more research than i have to lmaoo) there are quite a few tiny agents, karl and george come up the most. george is actually the reason behind this whole thing staring. i have a prologue in the works but dream and george met when they were young. like, young young. think 3-5

george came from a colony and wandered off during a borrowing trip with an adult (irresponsible adult mind you) and accidentally let dream discover him because he was being too curious)

anyways

skeppy is on, ant, sam, hannah, jack, eret, callahan is there but sticks to himself most of the time, tubbo but he builds stuff he doesn't go into the field like ever, fundy, ranbooo <3, phil and then connor :) (there's more but those're background ppl like yk ocs or whatever. insignificant as of now)

i'm actually clueless with where to put wil. do i make him a part of the bad guys or have him be a human fbi agent? i want him big but what field do i put him in????

this is an international thing, like pretty much everywhere has at least a local station with 1-2 tinies working for them,,,

this whole thing is pretty recent because i'm scrambling to make sure george is a reasonable age (ps. he's 27 in this & dream is 25)

the government-tiny thing started in 1999-2001 soo there hasn't been too much conflict as of them starting the whole deal,,,

yep techno hasn't really had enough time to enjoy life, his childhood was filled with fake missions and weapons, which is a good partof the reason why he's emotionally unavailable and overall a very boring person (on the outside, he's still a geek on the inside :])

yess i love the red rooms metaphor. also think lila in the umbrella academy,,,

techno is 19 in this so he was born into the fbi place like he has only known government since he grew up. (so i can avoid writing new characters his mother died during childbirth :'D) (this is completely clashing with techno----for consistency lets say techno has some secret plan to annihilate the government)

yeah no they could care less abt how old someone is. they recruited george and started working on him when he was 5, like c'mon---

thank you for all of these, they're so fun to answer!! they take my mind off things which i love. aaand speaking of which i'm 11 minutes late to class from answering this but it was worth it :D

#brickquiries #graci brickling #good ty for answering abt that :D #spy au

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zirielladior · 1 year

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ella's diary ୨୧

friday || 7.28.2023

hihi ella here !!

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

another nice-ish week. school starts on august 9th. i'm kind of sad, but at least i'll see some friends. i just don't want to do any school work. i still want good grades, of course, just.. without doing anything i guess.

my friend & i started a baking goal a few days ago. we were baking cookies and then his little sister came into the kitchen and asked if she could watch a movie with us. (she's eight.) and we said yes, we ended up eating all the cookies in three days, so we decided to bake again. we baked the famous pinterest jelly tart cookies. they came out pretty good, i almost burnt them because he went to shower and i started reading. but he got out soon enough and then went to check on them and they almost burnt. they're good though, i wish i could give you one right now for staying this look just to read <3 🍪

i spent a bit of today cleaning my room again. only vacuuming & organizing my closet, for almost the third time this month. and then i started reading another book i bought, it's called 'if he had been with me'. i saw it online & in a bookshop when i was in ontario for the summer, so i bought it! a lot of people say it's a little overrated, (not judging by the cover but by the actual book) and of course i saw it. i wanted to buy it anyway because it wasn't available at the library. (i can't really afford me buying books every other day so i usually go to my local library for books i see online that might be nice to read.)

also i've been writing a little bit of my own novel ideas. it think i might actually publish something, (hopefully if the KOSA bill doesn't progress.) on wattpad. not much of a fanfic although that's really the most popular side of wattpad. maybe. i'm really fond of writing a story that may reflect my dream life. you know..? like a good main plot with my dream lifestyle? don't know if it's a good idea though considering i just created this blog.

oh also, i've just started watching stranger things 4 !! i love the show up until now, but i've heard that vol. 2 could've been better. not sure, i just started episode one with my father on wednesday. i hope its not a weird season with a lot more people dying.

oh! speaking of which, i'm thinking of taking bass lessons soon. and maybe piano too. i've really wanted to play both for a while. he knows how to play bass, piano, drums, pretty much anything. he can make a tune out of recordings of every instrument and then he can make a nice instrumental song. he makes good poems so sometimes i tell him to make songs but he doesn't usually. he's making one now actually! i finally convinced him with elliot (his little sister) that he should write a song. so i think he's writing a song, maybe it's a love song for his crush. like i dunno but that could def be a reason why he's hiding it from us. otherwise he's pretty open about music and stuff.

him & i also went to a bakery in town. it was a bit close to the hotel his family & my family were staying at. (family friends trip, chill nothing weird.) so it was nice to go out and feel the night breeze. especially since i haven't been leaving the house much after being gone to ontario for an hour. we went shopping and i bought a cute cream colored mug with brown paint splattered on it, and a cute little baby tee that said gilmore on it !!

we went out to a cute bakery and had pastries and tea. we also bought candy from there for our sisters. mine's twelve and his is eight, but my sister's still pretty immature. they get along really nicely. his sister likes dolls, and my sister likes fixing dolls up. that's not whats immature about her, she genuinely acts five, but she loves dolls, and miniatures and making jewelry which i adore for her. if she's happy, i'm happy. in the end we both bought chocolate covered peppermint sticks with sprinkles. i think it was called lazy dog chocolateria. really great place, the food was sososososoo yummy.

anyway, so much for trying to keep a short entry. thank you for staying this long and listening to my conversations that were, really, just for myself considering not many people are going to listen to these.

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love always, ella ୨୧

#downtowngirl #baking #heart aesthetic #ella's diary #defnottziriella

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Me & My Demons

Okay sooooo I was like hmm this little plot won't go away, it caught me and held me hostage so I Have to share it with everyone. There will be Harry point of view of everything and let me say, you def want to look at Blaise point of view in his story and explaining of things. But let me give you a look into Harry's Introduction. ❤️❤️❤️

You are my first Hello. My hated Goodbye. The first person I think of in the morning and my desired dreams. You're never too selfish, my love because if your love is selfish then I am the greediest man there is to live. I want to own you not just in mind body or soul but in everything in your life. I wish to hide you in away so only I can lay my eyes on your beauty, to be blessed with your smile and hear your laughter. — Unknown

Harry looked at his ‘aunt’ Petunia as if she was but a bug that he was going to dissect. She was shaking while making breakfast for her family under his watchful eyes looking for a mistake. He was tall for a seven-year-old and filled out.

“I will be visiting the Ibrahim family.” My real family was left unspoken making her flinch at the name of the family that lived down the street from them.

“Y-yes, that is fine.” A smile crossed his face, enjoying the fear he was seeing. “I expect you and others to behave without me having to remind you.”

A whimper fell from her lips, they couldn’t afford if Vernon lost another finger or toe to an ’accident’. “Then I shall take my leave.” With that he spun on his heel walking away, it was summer break and wanted to see his Ahki and Okht.

Harry walked down the street, he narrowed his eyes seeing curtain movement across the street. That women is always watching me… I’ll tell bābā about this. With that he moved faster before pulling his own personal key out to unlock the door for private drive Seven.

“Marhaba Hashim.” He hears from the kitchen as smell of delicious breakfast that makes his stomach growl. He steps out of his shoes and place them in the cubby in the corner. He shuffles to the kitchen looking at the woman he consider his mom, the one who took him in as if he was her own child.

“Hello Omm.” He greets back, today she was wearing a black dress with golden leaf embroider in the dress. Her hair was hidden by her by hijab that matched her dress, today fashion style was the al-amira.

“Sit down, the others will be down. Today we will be going over your lessons and practicing wandless magic before visiting the bank.” Her lip slightly curled up slightly before smoothing back out was the only indicator of visiting the creatures at Gringotts bank.

“Of course Omm, I will be sure bābā and I will be as quick as possible.” He did not want his Omm to be in presence longer than she needed. They were beneath her after all.

The others soon came down greeting him as he waited for them to sit down so they can eat. While they didn’t follow all the rules of their people they still tried to blend both worlds together for the children so they didn’t stand out.

He was comfortable listening to everyone speak, eating a salad and occasionally scooping up hummus with a piece of the flatbread. “Hashim, have you finished reading book on meditation I lent you?” Aamaal spoke, she patted her lips with her napkin.

“Yes, Okht I have. It was enlightening as always, you have blessed me.” He smiled emerald eyes glistening. They used keywords just encase anyone was listening. “The Dursley enjoyed the meditation very much so as well, they were quite in bliss.”

He liked the book, while it was fun to watch them bleed, he had to be careful to make sure they looked fine or they could pass it off as an accident. But Aamaal was skillful in breaking someone or dragging out torture of the mind. She wrote it in a book that only family can access and let Harry borrowed it and the Dursley were just so willing.

“Good Hashim, I should stop for a visit.” She smiled back ruby red lips pulled into a poisonous smile. Aidan smiled ruffling Harry hair, “Good job.”

Harry ducked his head, while he is used to praises it was different with his family. They were different an exception to the rule, their words meant more to him than the sheep outside the door. “Ahki stop you are flustering him.”

Aamaal saving him from further embarrassment that Aidan would no doubt inflect with his words or worse affection. Aidan laughed yet flicked his wrist to stop the knife from hitting him. Harry watched in amusement how the knife moved as if a drill yet held in the air.

“No practicing at the table, wait till we begin lesson and Hashim good work I almost didn’t notice the new tea.” All three of them straighten up hearing Ahdia spoke her. While her voice gave nothing away her eyes held a love and affection for her children.

“Sorry Omm.” “Thank you, Omm.” Choired out from all three of them. “Relax, Ya Hayati.” Harisah reached to place his hand over his wife. “Your sweet, Rohi. But if the children break another dish then you will be the one dealing with my anger.” Harisah lost some color turning back to them. “Listen to your mother.”

After that everyone went back to talking and planning for after lesson, Hashim tilted his head as if listening to something. His magic was stirring and receding as if a tsunami under his skin as if something was calling it from a distant but still far. How odd it hadn’t done that in a while, he will have to look into that later.

With breakfast done and helping his Omm because he wasn’t lazy. Still he kept an eye on his magic wondering what this phenomenon is. He would find out what caused it and get his answers.

With that in mind, he headed for his room to change into his clothes for their lessons with his siblings, going to the basement that stood on the mats. Today they were to practice hand-to-hand combat then weapon training before using their magic. He watched Aamaal with slight envy she moved like a dancer, graceful and flexible like water hard to get a hold of before slipping thru your fingers.

Aidan was the different he was like a storm that snuck up on you and was fast as lightning overwhelming his opponent with his attacks not giving them room to think or try to predict his attack. He made their focus on his next hit and not what he was doing till it was to late. Harry watched with bated breath as Aidan copy Aamaal move of slight of hands with a blade.

Aamaal and Aidan were always amazed by Hashim, how he picked up training like a sponge and truly was like them. He was a raging inferno that drew life in before snuffing it out, he was silent as a shadow moving with the grace of an apex predator and just as vicious. How he toy with his opponent before sinking his blade thru them and only frown as if disappointed with the lack of a true fight.

They were trained to take over the guild or league depending on who was asked, like their father and mother and their ancestor before them. They were the equalizer to take down threats of the world to get rid of the corruption and make it look like an accident. The training was brutal some don’t survive to see the next day but those who did were loyal.

There was no leaving the guild, to leave was to be hunted around the world always in hiding and if you had family they were targeted till you returned to the guild and accept your punishment. Harry made it clear he wasn’t leaving, it was his home and he would be the next Head as Aidan made it clear he doesn’t want the position content with training the new recruits. Aamaal was busy with information gathering to care for the spot saying it would be to distracting for her.

To be official and recognize member one must finish fifty missions thru extreme climates, no help or resource beside what you had on you while wearing magic damping cuffs. If capture one either must escape on their own while enduring torture which they all should have learned to endure thanks to Aamaal and Omm or use the escape they all carry on them. If they escape then they must start over again while the Guild erased what ever capture them.

Harry was aiming to be the youngest to ever accomplish becoming a member of the guild, and he had a perfect little dummies to test out anything he learned or study in the books at his aunt’s home. The training was brutal but left Harry feeling the ever comforting thrill under his skin, his magic buzzing at with the hunger of blood as he flicked his blade clean, ready to be used on any target in his sight. He gripped the handle tighter looking at his bābā.

“Your training is going to be cut short Hashim, we need to go or else we will be late for the meeting with your family accountant.” Harisah spoke looking down at his son, Harry nodded before bowing to his father. Disappearing from his sight as soon as Harisah looked to his remaining children and members using the guild portals in the basement.

Harry took a quick shower before dressing in the suit his Omm must have laid out. The jacket button went up from his left side then curved before buttoning up his chest a unique design for him to hide his blades. It was black with golden leaf embroider with a dragon going up his right arm it covered a bit of his legs, but the slacks covered that before sliding on his shoes over his socks.

He headed downstairs after making sure he tamed his hair a bit. His Omm stopped to lock him over before nodding approving him. “Good, He is waiting for you out back. I need to continue your sibling's lessons so I cannot go. Behave my little one.”

She caressed his head, it was the most affection she dear displayed out in the open before turning to leave. Harry missed the warmth but masked it behind his walls and moved to where his bābā wait. He closed his eyes as they apparate to the point before gracefully moving to the bank.

Letting his magic leak out, the people parted like the sea, they might not know why or that they did it but their magic while feeble sensed a predator amongst them. He looked at them with barely contain disgust, how pathetic they are weak fools who let themselves go doing nothing but the bare minimum not trying to get strong or work to learn rather railing behind someone stronger. Yet they look down on muggles but at least they advance themselves creating new things since they lack magic and work their bodies and muscles truly the wizarding world in Britain is weak.

Yet his grandfather wanted something that was stolen from them and he will retrieve it, He was going to be the one to find it. He amused himself daydreaming of ruling this little community building it to greatness before dismissing it as he enter the bank, he liked watching the goblins they interest him. They were warrior and treated them as such yet they were weary of his family something about one of family ancestor assassinating them leaving only leaving their calling card behind as a warning to not betray them.

“Lord Ibrahim, Heir Potter.” Griphook acknowledge them before guiding them to a office, they never had to wait. His family didn’t want to risk anyone getting a look of his scar even with it covered under makeup it was better to be cautious and paranoid than be taken by surprised. They went over his account seeing his money being payment to a Dumbledore, payment to his aunt Petunia for child care, and payment to a Weasley family.

That wouldn’t do he didn’t know any Weasley, nor a Dumbledore and well he would just have to get every bit of money off his Aunt and Uncle they should of told him about it sooner. He smiled at the though of what games he could play only mildly disappointed he wouldn’t be able to do anything to Dudley. “What can you tell me about the Weasley and This Dumbledore character and why they are getting paid if I never met them or authorize this transaction?”

Griphook looked at him before shuffling some paperwork around till he found what is needed, a frown gracing his face.

“Well Heir Potter it is stated That Dumbledore is your magical Guardian so he has access to some of your money not all. Odd…” The goblin frowned reading father as the paper crinkled under his grip.

“It seems Heir Potter some other things need to be discussed as well.” Griphook spoke sitting the paper down, “I never met this Dumbledore person a day in my life. How can he be my Magic Guardian? If so I would like to remove him and have Lord Ibrahim as my new Guardian and have it done discretely.”

Griphook made a face but nodded, “There is a payment for that. 150 should be fitting.” Harry narrowed his eyes. “90 since it was an obvious oversight since no one asked if I approved of this.” Griphook leaned forward, “95 and we will take care of getting your money back.”

Harry hummed before nodding, “Acceptable. What else is there to discuss?” Griphook smiled showing his teeth it would make a lesser man flinch but it only amused harry.

“It seems your parent's Will was sealed but nothing shows why it was sealed. It will take some time to unseal it of course. It also shows that you were also made the Heir of the Black family by your godfather who appears to be incapacitated at the time. Of course if you take that heir ship you would need to do some blood test and magic test before receiving the ring and talk with their family accountant.”

Harry tilted his head, he has a godfather? His birth parent's Will was sealed without view? This seem to be getting stranger by the minute, glancing at his father he could see his father was thinking about something putting together pieces that Harry himself couldn’t see.

“I will take it, find out why my godfather is incapacitated and why my Parent’s will was sealed. When will I need to do the blood test and magic test?” He was curious while he may not feel anything for people he didn’t know like his birth parents he would honor them by figuring out something like this. And he wanted to see if this person who they chose as his godfather was worthy if not he could cut him loose.

The discussion moved on to making appointment for the test and haggling reasonable price for everything before leaving out of the bank whispering to his father. When he felt it his magic stirring as if pulling at something when he saw the most beautiful person. An Angel amongst the mortals, He looked the other over noting how they made him think warm yet dark caramel as they moved under the sun, their outfit was all black with appears to be a beautiful white snake wrapped around him.

He watched from the corner of his eye how the other danced between people not touching them he could understand something that beautiful shouldn’t have such filth touch them. How the other tried not to draw attention to himself as he got closer to the bank yet as soon as he was close the other paused looking at him. Did he feel it to?

He couldn’t help but turn to look back, he notice the full lips set in a small pout the strong nose and then brows with lashes that framed the unique Lilac eyes. The other kept their face blank, but Harry noted the twitch of fingers and crinkle of eyes the other was bothered by something, but what. He couldn’t feel or sense something what could bother his angel?

The snake lifted its head, huh, so it wasn’t decoration how cute. ‘$ Leave my hatchling alone you demon! $” He couldn’t help but look at her in amusement, he could behead her but it would probably upset his angel. He kept his eye on his angel when he felt it.

It was like a siren song, yet the call of battle. Soothing yet thrilling it made him want to relax yet boiled his bleed for the next fight. So intoxication He wanted more to sink his teeth into it and drink all down and it was coming from his angel, how perfect. He watched how the other hurried and he wanted to stop him but he was quick and blending in with the people.

Its okay he can still feel the other, reaching out with his own he tried to grasp the other location when it vanished as soon as he touched it. He cursed in his mind, vowing to find and hunt down his angel to make him, his. “Hashim?” He heard his father call for his attention noting the amusement in his papa eyes. “He got away.”

He heard the soft laughter, “If I am correct that was Heir Blaise Zabini, his mother is Cecilia Zabini.” Harry smirked a little Blaise Zabini. He found more with less. With that they hurried home, he excused himself from dinner as he had something to handle at his Aunt house.

#blarry #Yandere #ao3 author #fanfic #ao3fic #ao3 fanfic #Dark Harry Potter #Assassins #Morally ambiguous Harry Potter #Sadistic Harry Potter #Dom Harry Potter #Top Harry Potter #poc harry potter #Harry is not going to be the lights tool #Better way to describe how harry looks think Damian Wayne

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The Writer's Departure

Author's note: this is by far the most personal shit I've put on here, but I doubt anyone will read it. This is for me. A proper end to the series, different than I imagined, but an ending nonetheless. Turned out very different from what I planned for this story even, I just wrote it in one go pretty much and there might def be many typos in it, but who cares. If you don't know me, I doubt this will interest you. If you do know me, you might still not want to read it, perhaps even more so. Felt good to write.

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Tidal Wave

Jamie was feeling conflicted. This was nothing new, philosophy was not for the weak minded, and Jamie was not new to emotional doubt and struggles either. They had felt the pit of dread in their stomach before, often while dealing with matters of identity and dysphoria. The pit had gone away with time, after he'd allowed himself to let go of the labels, the boxes he thought he was supposed to fit in.The pit was back now.

Binero was a tough guy to be friends with. he was often rude or harsh, but Jamie had patience and always tried to see the best in him regardless. This time, it felt different.

His outburst after hearing of Ryan's death was hurtful, but Jamie understood he was just acting out. No, it was bigger than one moment. Bigger than Jamie himself even, as he had witnessed the way Bin treated others. The way he threw them aside as soon as they disagreed with him. How easily he spread rumors, started by an oversimplification that would turn into an outright lie. His black and white thinking, speaking in absolutes, ignoring every nuance. So eager to point out other people's wrongs, yet somehow always in the right himself. His insistence than anybody who dared to go against him was only looking for a fight. Jamie saw how he intimidated people, even those who you'd think would have earned his respect by now.

Jamie thought of his brother, stubborn and disrespectful to a fault, always believing he knew better. They recalled how, as a child, they had learned to be very careful when speaking, knowing that even one wrong word could lead to another argument. The tension this had created, how long it took before he was able to stand up for himself without fear.

Jamie sighed, the insomnia getting to him. Maybe he was overreacting. He didn't want to make false accusations, or be the kind of person to talk shit behind someone's back. But he needed to speak with someone who knew Bin as well as he did, maybe even better, just to see if they had experienced similar frustration. They decided to go for a walk, to clear their head and try to shake the feeling that they were being watched.

Plastic Island

Moving away from Coastle had been rough. Even tho he had thought himself ready, once the time came, Jamie felt himself missing his little mushroom, the gay writing corner, even the dumb Ikea balloons. The new island, still unnamed, felt soulless. Binton, to Jamie at least, was the embodiment of this lifelessness. A huge, mostly empty building, made with the intention of taking up as much space as possible and lacking any real character.

Jamie's tower was tall, yes, but it had life, shape and color. Although their heart was truly in their second home, built to look after grandma's old house.

Annie Langedijk-Mens was not just any old lady. She was spirited until the very end, had a positivity that seemed almost endless and great care for others. Her house was much more than just that, it was an open door, a warm cup of tea and a listening ear. A place where everyone was welcome, and you could always be yourself as long as you respected others too. Jamie had always loved coming over to talk, do some puzzles, do crafts together. Mom always said they got their creativity from grandma, which must have been true, seeing all the beatiful things she had created. Next to the house was the garden, much bigger in real life, where grandpa Q had always been strutting about, farming potatoes, cucumbers, beetroots, carrots and many more things for the entire neighborhood. Always for free, they didn't need the money, and a kind gesture would pay itself back in time.

Lost in thought, Jamie barely noticed a voice speaking behind them. "Are you the author?" a low voice with a thick British accent asked. Startled, Jamie turned around to see a strange man with long, slightly curly hair. He was not very tall, shorter than Jamie even, but still imposing. His skin was slightly tanned, his clothes ragged, and his eyes stared directly into Jamie's. It was not a pleasant stare. Jamie felt a shiver, the sharp gaze unwavering, the strange man still waiting for his answer. "And who are you?" Jamie asked, trying to hide their discomfort. The man stepped forward, his eyes even closer. "Call me the Archivist," he said, reaching out a hand. It took Jamie much longer than it should to realize he was going for a handshake. With some hesitation, he shook the stranger's hand, a strange fear creeping up their back. "You're the author, right? You write about the things that happen around here?" Jamie nodded, his voice stuck, unsure of what this man wanted from them.

The Archivist smiled. "We have been watching you for a while, Jamie. l personally am a big fan of your work. I wonder, how does the story end? Does the butler come back from hell? Does the god realize his loneliness, does he stop pushing everyone away?"

Jamie wanted to tell the man to leave him alone, that he wasn't going to write any more, that it was over, but he felt himself starting to speak without wanting to, his voice dragged out by some invisible force. "The butler meets his dad again in hell, who is a demon," they started. "With his help, he works his way up until he becomes the butler of the Devil himself, Jeremy. I was thinking Bin should realize his mistakes and apologize, after which he might get a new love interest. But now I think that is too out of character, and he is much more likely to end up alone instead."

The Archivist nodded, his gaze still not leaving Jamie's. "Your stories, they are based on your friends?" he asked. "Well, I don't know if I would consider all of them friends, or even most of them at this point. I just observe, and sometimes I make up fun stories based on the interactions between them." Jamie surprised himself with their honesty, having no idea why they were telling this to a complete stranger. But something about the man's eyes made them feel like he would find out anyway, that he had his way of knowing about things.

"So this Binero, he has gotten on your nerves? You no longer want him to live happily ever after?" "Well, I honestly don't think he deserves it," Jamie started, the words being pulled from their chest. "Or maybe he doesn't even really want it. Relationships take effort, and if he doesn't want to make that effort and would rather push everyone away, doesn't it make more sense for him to be alone?"

Jamie fumbled with their hands, anxiously waiting for the man to leave, hoping this answer was enough for him. The archivist let out a deep sigh, and held a tape recorder up to his face. "Statement ends," he spoke, before clicking the button. Jamie hadn't even noticed he had been recording. And a tape recorder? Those things were ancient, why would anybody still use those? "You like him, don't you?" the Archivist asked. Before Jamie could deny this, he continued: "Don't bother denying it, you should know we see all. You should talk to him. I know you don't want to, and I understand why, but you'll never be able to let it go if you don't talk it out. I see you. I know you." Jamie wanted to object, say that there would be no point in talking, but their voice had left them again, and so had the strange man. He seemed to have gone just as suddenly as he appeared.

Atomic Man

Jamie found himself standing in front of Binero's house, the Archivist's words lingering in his mind. They dreaded this, but there was truth in what the stranger had said. With a heavy heart, they rang the doorbell. And waited. Silence, nothing, maybe he wasn't even home. Maybe this was all stupid, they should just forget Bin ever existed and move on, he clearly didn't care anyway and - "Jamie?" They looked up to see Binero standing in the doorway.

"Hey," Jamie said sheepishly. Binero looked at them, more than a bit surprised. "Why are you here?" he asked. Jamie wasn't sure what to say. How was he supposed to just explain it all? Would he even want to hear it? "I need to ask you something," they said. "I need to know where I stand." The surprise and confusion didn't fade from Bin's face. "What do you mean? Can you be more concrete?" With all the courage he had built up, which wasn't much, Jamie blurted out: "I want to know how you see me." Binero raised an eyebrow. "Jamie, I am incredibly busy, I would have to think on that. I will answer you later." Jamie nodded, trying to hide their disappointment. "Take your time," they mumbled, walking away as fast as they could. Through the window, he could see his screen, a driving simulator game on pause.

The answer came, hours later, and Jamie was once again at Bin's door. They sat down in his living room, if you could even call it that. They sat there, miles apart, and Binero started talking. "I don't know why you are here, or what you want from me. You have been super negative recently, hating on my house. Did you know Sidget designed it? You're bullying him, really, and he's already such an insecure kid. You said this place was toxic, I can't even take that seriously. A lot of negativity has left with you, so I honestly don't know why you came back. Shame it got this far, but hey. I am not sorry for anything."

Jamie swallowed. The dread was strong, they felt the frustration coming back, hitting them like a rock. But they came here to talk, and so they would. "I guess I'll just go bit by bit then," he said, trying his best to hide his anger. "I have talked to Sidget personally, he knows I don't hate his designs and that I appreciate him. It's a lot more nuanced than you are making it seem. And as to why I am here, I feel the need to explain why I left in the first place. I don't regret leaving, but I know how painful it can be when someone just breaks contact without any clear reason, and I don't want to feel like there are things left unsaid."

Binero shook his head. "Seems to me you're just looking for a fight. You're trying to manipulate me into feeling bad again, but I am not playing this game."

"I am not playing any games, I don't want anything other than some sort of mutual understanding," Jamie tried. "I have tried to explain so many times how the way you act affects me negatively, and all I ask is for you to try to place yourself in my shoes just once. It seems to me you have a lot of difficulty doing this, to the point where you don't even try."

Jamie noticed they had started shaking. He hated that Bin had this effect on him, but he wanted to try. To hope he could somehow get through, if he could only find the right words. If he could just get through to him, even a little bit.

Binero just stared at them, no discernible emotion on his face. "Oke?" he said. Jamie wondered for a second if Bin had even heard him. What kind of response was that? Did he truly care so little? Why were they even still trying? The Archivist's words echoed in his head. He swallowed again.

"I guess understanding is not a value that matters to you," they said bitterly. "You know, I mostly left because I just can't be neutral towards you. I wouldn't even try if I didn't care so much. I could go on and on about hoe much you annoy me, but that was true from the start, and still..." Jamie stopped, unsure if he should even say it. There probably wasn't a point to it. Their relationship was too far gone, and he really just wanted to be able to get over it, but something just didn't let him. The reason they used to stay up all night just to talk to him. The reason they want to hope, despite all reason, that Bin was capable of change.

Binero inhaled, ready to start another argument, but Jamie interrupts him. "I loved you," he said. He looked at Bin, trying to read him, but his face kept the same expression. His eyes said that same toneless "oke" again.

A noise behind Jamie broke the deafening silence. He knew what it meant. Tentacles wrapped around his ankles, arms and torso, squeezing and making them unable to move. Jamie wanted to scream, but the emptiness silenced him, dragging him down.

When The War Ends

The silence was deafening. Jamie could hear his own heart beating loudly, so loudly. Things were turning, even though there was nothing. Spinning until it made him dizzy. They wanted it to slow down, but it was hopeless. They tried. Grandma would be proud that he tried. You don't just drop someone you care about. In this case, there seemed to be no point anymore. Jamie sighed, realizing just how tired he was. The spinning slowed. They tried to get up, despite the darkness, trying to ignore the headache.

His entire body hurt, but he knew he'd be alright. They got out. Not the way they had hoped, but maybe this was for the best. It was time to stop hoping for Bin to change. Jamie allowed himself a minute to feel sorry for him. Sorry that Bin would likely never know real personal growth, or healthy relationships. That he would keep pushing everyone who once cared for him away, until he ended up alone with a bunch of people who didn't challenge him in any way. Then the moment ended. And Jamie left.

#Old #Not really old #but still related to that #Fic

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theramblinghockeydude · 1 year

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Music is good for the soul

I love music, always have. I am also very picky about the music I listen to and kind of have that grumpy old man view of music as I don't like to venture outside of my comfort music and hear new things and I am a firm believer in "the stuff these kids listen to these days is horrible, not even music...why back in my day..." Big fan of rock music. Give me some great guitar riffs and drum and I am good to go. I also like a little piano every now and again, but it has to be the right kind. Elton John, that man knew how to do piano rock. Billy Joel kind of has it on lock as well. Country music is a huge no for me despite many people in my life trying to convert me...I am looking at you Heather with your Reba tape and getting me to go to country concerts with you :) I have also been known to listen to some Rap and Hip Hop and more recently...funk. Earth, Wind and Fire, yes please. I grew up listening to bands like Motley Crue, Ratt, Poison, Whitesnake, LA Guns, Cinderella (very confusing for my sister when she was just a wee little tyke). My favorites were Bon Jovi and Def Leppard back in the day. That changed around 1998. I had started getting into Christian Rock music a little more and started looking for more music in that genre. That is when I found Disciple and the rest is history.

What did I love about Disciple? The first thing that drew me to them was a song called, "I Just Know." Basically this song stated my faith perfectly. I don't care how you worship or what your traditions are, however you decide to worship, I just know Jesus is the way. That was exactly how I felt despite what some around me were telling me, you have to worship this way and not that way. Disciple came with a message...as long as Jesus is at the center of it all, go for it. As a Christian who was struggling to find his identity back then, it was the message I needed to hear, so I kept listening. 25 years later they are still my favorite band and they still keep pumping out music that not only speaks to me, but has the elements of rock that I love.

What is it about music in general that I personally love? Thank you for asking, that is a great question. I love how a well written song can make you feel. I love how songs can transport you back to a specific place in time, or make you think of a specific person in your life. I feel like, at least for me, music is attached to everything. There are songs in my playlist that I probably wouldn't still listen to today, but they remind me of a time and place that was important in my life. Disciple has at least one song on almost every release that stirs up huge emotions in me because of the message of the song. I love that, it makes me feel alive inside, let's me know that I have not given into the world around me and become numb. By the way, "Numb" by Linkin Park...great song. When you take a deeper dive into the music sometimes and you find out the story behind the song, that can totally change it for you. Disciple has a song, "Things Left Unsaid." The song is about saying your final goodbyes to someone and remembering the times you had with them. Here is a quote from Kevin about that song ""Things left unsaid" is also a really meaningful song for me. It was written when my grandfather died and it's the only way I really got through it." When my grandma Helen passed away, I couldn't listen to that song for maybe a year or so, it was just too hard because I knew the meaning behind it and why Kevin wrote it and it was just too hard to hear it without absolutely losing it. I am happy to say the song is back in rotation now and even though it makes think of my grandma every time I hear it, that is ok because I love remembering her. I just feel like music is so powerful that way, with how it can make you feel. Get you hyped up and ready to take on the world, mellow you out when you are anxious, give you the warm and fuzzies with the memories attached. Powerful stuff.

We have the background now on why I love music and who some of my favorites are. Let's dive into a story or two, because, well, I have a few.

I have seen Def Leppard many times in concert over the years, which is cool because they were always my favorite until they were dethroned. My favorite concert was at the Bismarck Civic Center. I believe I was in college at the time and I went with CJ. During that particular concert they played "in the round" where they set up in the middle of the floor and you crowded around the stage. No opening act, just Def Leppard and they played for what seemed like forever. Every song you wanted to hear was hit, it was the perfect experience and I was with a great friend, couldn't really get any better than this. Side note, CJ was always up for a good concert. I have quite a few concert experiences that involve him and the music associated with those concerts will often remind me of him. Another side note...Bon Jovi was also a huge favorite of mine back in the day, never have seen them live, kind of a bummer as I would have loved to back in the day before Jon cut his hair and they got soft.

Disciple, have I seen them live...why yes I have, mind you it took me almost 10 years to finally have them close enough to go, but it eventually happened. I was at work one day and on the Disciple website checking tour dates and I often did just in case. Most of their concerts were in the Southern US at the time (they are from TN) and so the chance to see them live had avoided me. As I said, I was on this particular day and going through the tour dates when I saw, what I thought was ND next to a tour date. Had to look a couple of times to make sure, but low and behold...September 16th, 2007 in Jamestown, ND...Disciple. I have to be dreaming, no way this is possible. Yep, no matter how many times I looked, it was still there. Now, the tough part, how I am going to patiently wait a couple of months? It wasn't easy let me tell you, but finally that day came and i was off to Jamestown. I believe it was a Sunday, so it worked out great. I arrived in Jamestown way too early as I wanted to make sure I found the venue with plenty of time to spare, it was on the campus of Jamestown University and I found it with ease. I sat in my car for a couple of hours waiting for the doors to open...what was I listening to...Disciple :) The doors finally opened and I was inside. This was really going to happen, oh, and the cost of all this...$10. If I remember correct, there were 4 bands. Waverly, Dizmas, Fireflight and Disciple. I had heard Fireflight before that night, so I was very much interested in their show as well as I liked what I had heard. They did not disappoint. Disciple was the headliner, so I had to wait through the others to get there. Finally the moment came. Small venue, not a ton of people, I would say 250-300, so I was able to get right down front. Disciple came out and rocked for the next hour or so, was not disappointed at all in the show. They sound fantastic live. What I was most blown away with was the passion that Kevin sang with. I mean, this man put his entire heart and soul into that concert, left it all on stage. The part of the experience that I was not expecting...you get to meet the bands after the show. They all sit at tables and sign autographs and chat with fans after the show. Heck yeah, sign me up for that. I go through the lines for the other bands and just kind of hung back a bit to let the line for Disciple thin out as I had waited too long for this moment, wasn't going to let it go by without getting the most of it. Got autographs from the buys and talked with Kevin for quite a while, it was really cool and when I left that venue I was on cloud 9, the though to driving back to Minot at midnight didn't even phase me. On the drive back, between Jamestown and Bismarck, I was treated to a cool lightning show, which was a nice cherry on top of an awesome sundae...or Sunday if you will :) Rolled into Minot around 2:30 am, had a hard time falling asleep. Went into work the next day and got to tell my story as quiet a few co-workers knew how excited I was for that show. Sometime mid morning it dawned on me...they are Williston tonight...could I...should I...Ummm...yeah, I think it has to happen. I got permission to leave early and called my sister and asked her if she was up for a trip to Williston to hear some music. Of course she was, and so it was set. Concert that night was great as well, and was cool to see it with my sister. Funny story from that night. These two girls show up and you could tell...groupies looking to "get with the band." The vibe and feel was there. During all Disciple shows, Kevin will give a message, basically, what is on his mind and what he feels God is placing on his heart to tell others that night. My sister and I got a kick out the reaction those two girls had to it, once Kevin started talking about God and Jesus, they were out...could not leave fast enough...guess they were barking up the wrong tree.

I have seen Disciple in Jamestown twice, once in Maddock with my sister and BJ and another time in Minot at Bishop Ryan HS with Danny and his son Joey. That last one was cool because Danny is also a fan of Disciple and had never seen them live. I was able to talk him into going to that one. There is just something about being at a concert with a great friend that makes it even more special.

So, that is a bit of what music is to me with a couple of stories for good measure. I honestly am not sure what lies ahead musically for me. Will I find any new bands or am I too old and stubborn to branch out? Time will tell on that one. When will Kevin decide to call it quits? That will be a sad day for me. I am going to leave you with one last quick story involving music.

Back in the day at Farstad, Danny had workout equipment upstairs. I would go up after work and use them and, of course, Disciple was playing on the boom box. I come in one night and turn on the boom box expecting to pick up with my Disciple cd where I had left it the night before...instead, I get..."Jump Around." Danny had been up there after me the night and switched cd's on me. To this day is a funny little thing with him and I, but that song will forever remind me of him, and that, again, is the power of music.

I would love it if you would leave a comment here or on facebook with your favorite band or type of music. If you have a story involving music you'd like to share, that would be cool as well.

Until next time...

#Disciple #music

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candypopangel · 2 years

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eddie munson with an asian s/o headcanons

(based off of my experiences as a SEAsian american girl + what i hear from a lot of other AAPI) also made this kinda vague so it could be more inclusive :') and sorry if this is underwhelming LMFAOOAODKSDJJWJD

content warnings: includes parental pressure and swearing, lots of fluff, tiny angst but lots of comfort, eddie my bare minimum king🙏

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-first time you came over to his trailer you began taking your shoes off and he looked at you like you grew an extra arm or something

-"uhhh, you can keep your shoes on, cutie"

-"eds, i can't dirty the floor with my shoes!"

-"'s already dirty, sweetheart. don't worry about it"

-picture you internally panicking

-'true... who knows what kind of shit is on this floor... do i wear shoes or not?!???'

-ANYWAY

-vice versa, when he first came over to your place he just followed suit, neatly putting his shoes aside as you gave him house slippers to wear

-never not giving him something when you visit

-"my parents tell me to never show up empty handed so... here's these lemons from our backyard...um...maybe wayne could use them?" you mumble all flustered and avoiding eye contact because you think it's a little silly

-him being totally confused in the beginning but appreciates the sentiment

-and it's kind of awkward for you when you explain the things you do cuz, well, it's describing your norms in detail

-but he's genuinely curious and eager to learn!!!

-you being shy to share cultural food with him, since you'd get teased for bringing it to school

-as long as it tastes good to him he does not care

-and even if it's not his taste he's never a dick about it

-teaching him to WASH HIS RICE and using the finger method to measure the water when using a rice cooker😭😭

-"wait, eds do you...do you wash your rice?"

-"are you supposed to...?" he furrows his brows

-que internal crying

-you share childhood snacks with him and he absolutely loves it

-(he DEVOURS those little fruit jellies) (he chokes on them)

-will ask if you have the strawberry flavored hard candies on you sometimes

-will kiss you (with permission) to get a taste of whatever candy you're eating and he'll make a little game where he tries to guess the flavor

-if you use chopsticks to eat i feel like it wouldn't take long for him to get it down since he's a guitarist and (cough) good with his hands

-either that or he cannot pick the food up whatsoever

-he's very tempted to stab the food when he's struggling.

-if you use your hand to eat i'm gonna be honest he may think it feels a little odd to do at first

-and you're like "you do know that you always wash your hands before and after right?" "oh, right"

-(i doubt these characters wash their hands often and most def touch anything/everything without second thought)

-he thinks it's convenient tho! and it makes the food taste better ;)

-and when he catches a cold–immediately tiger balm/vicks vapor rub and other home remedies

-you bring it to him and he's like "what are u putting on me." then u shush him, rub it on, and his mind is blown

-"WOAAHHHH WHAT??? THIS HAS CHANGED MY LIFE" *inhales it*

-you make him comfort food and various soups 😢🫶 (he always eats it up)

-SPEAKING OF TIGERS HE LOVES THE HEAVY ASS BLANKETS W/ THE PRINTS ON THEM WHEN IT'S COLD

-the weight....it calms his constantly racing mind :'(....

-perfect blanket to sleep under when you two make a pillow fort

-LOVES SEEING U IN TRADITIONAL CLOTHING

-he has such a big smile on his face as he tells you to do a little spin for him >:'d

-"you look perfect, sweetheart", he says, awestruck - WAHHHHGHHHH

-cutting up fruits/bringing it to him when he's deep in concentration as a silent reminder to take a break, whether it's studying for mrs o'donnell's class or learning a judas priest song on the guitar

-(idek if he eats fruits, i feel like he eats like shit but you try to give him nutrients😭)

-telling him not to sleep with wet hair or he'll wake up with a migraine + other various superstitions

-idk if this happens to you guys, but i'll cuss in my native language when i'm mad

-"where the fuck is the can opener? i swear i just saw it! insert native expletive"

-"what?"

-"oh, it means fuck your mom"

-"ah, good to know"

-and that's how you teach him little tidbits of your language — having it slip out in daily conversation

-he'll remember all of it :( like you could respond to him in your mother tongue out of nowhere and SOMEHOW he'll understand it (or at least pick out a few words and get the gist of it)

-"something about going to the...store? later? did i get that right?" [he's doing his little tongue quirk and smiling in classic eddie munson fashion]

-"how the fuck" 😭

-i'm not sure he'd be too good with pronunciation though...LOOL he'll stick to understanding a few things

-in a modern au, he'd love bubble tea and likes adding green apple popping boba like a heathen

-his regular is brown sugar milk tea w/ boba but proceeds to bounce off the walls in the following hours

-is always there to catch you when your parents' pressure and expectations pile up a little too much

-while he knows he can't stand up to them, it frustrates him to no end because he knows damn well you're giving more than your best to please them

-rather than be like "fuck your parents" cuz that is extremely disrespectful to say to your face (and he now knows to respect his elders) he'll prioritize you and your feelings

-doesn't hesitate to reassure you and remind you that you're more than what your parents see

-(bare minimum gentleman🥺)

-you're like lowkey afraid of your parents seeing him too though

-not that you're embarrassed, dear god no, it's just that your parents have certain standards

-and eddie's repeat years, numerous absences, and "unruly" appearance would totally result in them forcing you to stop seeing him

-but whatever because what they don't know won't hurt them

-results in carefully sneaking him into your room and only bringing him over when no one else is home #rebellious

-but he makes you feel like the happiest person alive so doesn't matter

-bottom line sweetest man ever, does not judge and is open to trying new things :') will always love you for you. best white boy of the year

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wahhhh thank you for reading, i'm so SHYYY LMFAOOO i hope this was okay😭 if i'm super serious i'm so motivated to write a fic with the song your best american girl by mitski + this man cuz pain hahaaa!!!!!

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x poc reader #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson fluff #stranger things headcanons

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tsukishimas-shortcake · 3 years

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Relationship Headcanons

↦ Character(s): Hakkai Shiba x fem!reader

↦ Rating/Warning: No rating though there are some light mentions of abuse (if you have read the manga you are aware of what I am talking about, I’m not going very deep into it though it literally just mentions it), mentions of anxiety attacks (no detail though), fluff, not proof read

↦ Word count: 1.8k (longer than planned, sections are bolded)

↦ Your Momo’s Receipt: Hello~ I’m post yet another TR headcanon and this was requested by the lovely @strawbub I hope this doesn’t disappoint, it did get longer than planned but I enjoyed writing it. I'll prob do a part two that's more of a scenario based on your first date or something since I didn't go into it here. Please note: for those of you who don’t know my blog is currently under construction, meaning I will not be updating my masterlist for the time being.

So how did you guys meet, well mostly because of Yuzuha,

One day in like elementary you’re walking home and you see this super pretty middle school girl just like yelling at this small group of guys

The guys end up running off just because they don’t wanna deal with her or the attention she's drawn to them

Behind her was a boy, taller than her but obviously younger. You didn’t assume they knew eachother though.

The boy and yuzuha began walking in opposite directions because one was going home while the other was going to pick up something like groceries

You’re so entranced by how she stood up to them yet she’s a girl who was far smaller and you end up catching up to her, almost stepping on her heels

You end up absent mindedly following her into the grocery store and eventually she just freezes, turns, and stare directly at you

Your eyes widen since you must’ve been staring and she just goes “may I ask why you’re following me?” And you explain how cool she was earlier. She invites you over for dinner (esp since her older brother won’t be home) and figured it’d be good for Hakkai to meet someone his age

You end up going over but Hakkai didn’t come down to eat so you never actually got to meet him, though from then on you would see Yuzuha every so often, visit every other weekend or so

But no matter how often you came over the next few months, you never once met hakkai,

That was until you both reached the end of your middle school education and we’re about to begin high school

You had gone over because you were going to borrow an old work book from Yuzuha, and when you go to knock on the door the door opens before your closed fist could hit it, instead hitting a firm chest

You blush and quickly apologize but the person in front of you doesn’t move at all, doesn’t say anything and almost looks like they drifted into space with their dead stare

You assume this is yuzuha’s older brother because you’ve also never met him and you immediately turn to walk away but Yuzuha calls over hakkai’s shoulder

“Y/N-Chan! You just got here where are you going?” This was def not yuzuha’s older brother. There’s no way she’d be that happy with him around; oh my god. Realization hit, the guy who you hit (though it was more of a tap) was hakkai.

The hakkai you had only caught a glimpse of in yuzuha’s photos, never talked to or actually seen in person despite going to the same school and living in the same neighborhood

He must hate you. That’s why he avoids you. That’s def why - is what you think

Yuzuha drags hakkai back inside and invites you in; you sit down with them in the living room and watch hakkai visibly relax now that he’s inside his house, his own space, with a pillow behind him and a blanket covering his lower half, he almost curls up into it as he continues to avoid your stare

“Hi hakkai…Kun? Im L/N Y/N” you say and you see his face dead pan once again

Yuzuha can be heard laughing from the kitchen as she comes back in.

She leans over and begins explaining that hakkai literally just freezes with any interaction between him and girls who aren’t in his family

You nod, thinking maybe it’s an anxiety thing? Which is the case with you, but only because he’s been watching you since you’ve come over (not in a creepy way) wanting to and working the courage up to talk to you

The 5th or so time you came over after that encounter he was inches away from introducing himself before the house phone rang causing everyone to kind of “wake up” in a sense

Every time since then he gets closer and closer but isn’t able to say anything; he even realizes he has a crush on you.

The way you sit when you do homework and how cute you look when you’re focused.

How your forehead scrunches up when you’re trying to figure something out and you end up just sitting back with a small huff followed by yuzuha’s signature laughter.

It’s also a huge thing that you get along with Yuzuha.

So enough with first meeting time for the confession.

He ends up confessing accidentally. He didn’t know you were coming over to begin with so he was flustered out of his mind. And how was he supposed to know you hadn’t actually fallen asleep and you could hear him over the tv

The tv was more white noise than anything and the day was hot since it was the middle of summer causing the window to be open and the sound of soft wind and small birds to drift in; this was the hot that makes you tired so you were all sprawled out of just sitting in a daze

So while resting your head on the table you’re dozing in and out but then you hear hakkai begin to speak, something he never really did around you

Now did you and hakkai text? Yes. Did it take him an hour to reply because his brain would explode when you replied to him? Yes. But was it a start to communication? Also a yes.

You hear him say your name quietly before he moved closer, you can feel his gaze on your features

“I like you” is all he says. Simple and sweet. But you sit there in shock, trying not to blush so he’ll have no idea you heard him but he can tell because your forehead scrunches

You heard him and are focused on if you should reply or not. And he knows that.

You open your eyes and just look up at him, he’s closer than expected. His hand close to yours on the floor and he reaches over and grabs it lightly. Hoping you’ll also return the gesture by holding his hand instead of leaving your hand limp inside his.

And you do, thank goodness, and Hakkai almost mentally can’t handle it.

Once you start dating it’s more so just hanging out at his house or yours; however he talks a bit more and you text a lot more. He’s gotten better at replying. It usually takes him like 15 minutes now

He’s kinda stressed about your relationship but not due to anything you or him did

He’s stressed because of the mentality his older brother gave him

Is he even allowed to be this happy?

He finally has someone thats small enough and naive enough that he can protect you; compared to constantly being protected it’s a sudden, strong, yet good change for him

He’s touch s t a r v e d

Yes Yuzuha shows affection; but he stopped accepting her hugs when he was around 8 just because he physically wasn’t able to handle it due to his bruises and such

But with you, even with his bruises and all you take care of him. Able to coax him into using medicines and toning down the physical violence (that he can control himself)

He also finds it super soothing when you lightly brush over his scars (especially those that his brother gave him), it helps him believe that scars are only physical and can fade with help

One thing that stresses him out the most is trying to hide you from his brother. Any time you leave something at the house its easy to pass it off as yuzuha's but when it comes to things like photos he has with you, he can't hang them up, show them off, or have them as his phone Lock Screen, etc. because he just really doesn't want his brother to know and target you since he'll then know that you're his weakness (aside from yuzuha as well)

Sometimes won't explain why he can't hang out and has legit pushed you out of his house before at the last minute notice of his brother coming home

Will always make sure you get home safe though, usually by having Yuzuha go with you since then she can just say you're a friend from school

Your parents love him, though they were a bit hesitant it became a "you always have a place to stay" because they learned about their family situation from you and yuzuha. So expect him to spend the night when he's too scared to deal with his brother. Same with yuzuha. (yes I know this isn't yuzuha head canons but its hard to write for him without mentioning her when they're so close)

We're talking three person sleep overs. Yuzuha and you of course share the bed and Hakkai takes some time to even set foot in your room much less sleep on a mattress that's on the floor

He has a small heart attack every time he comes into your room because he's overwhelmed with everything, he's never been so comfortable and it makes him feel restless. Like he's never and I mean n e v e r been less stressed and slept better than when he does so in your room

The smell, the colors, just being surrounded by you is something that completely changes his mood

Once showed up after he fought with his brother, tears in his eyes and clothes a bit tattered and you just pulled him to your room, and sat down with him.

You laid on your bed with him laying down onto of you, head on your chest as you rubbed his head and only said a few words "its not your fault"

He ends up crying so hard he falls asleep and gets dehydrated and you have to make him drink a bunch of water when he finally wakes up.

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super fucking careful w you

almost annoyingly so, but you're understanding

He knows that he might be taking things frustratingly slow but he knows that since you understand and know his history that you can help him get through it

Your first time you think you'll have to call it off because he's shaking so bad

"baby... are you sure it won't hurt you?" he keeps asking.

pretty sure that's the longest its ever taken him to finish because he was so anxious

despite being so slow and hesitant, late he isn't too scared to get a bit rougher

but im not talking anything crazy im talking like he's willing to pull your hair a bit or nip a bit harder at your neck.

Please never ask him to do anything like degrade you or some type of harsh physical rough shit, he can't

like literally im 99% sure that if you ask him to choke you or something he will pass out because of the anxiety attack he would have at even the thought.

in short with nsfw though he is sweet boy. He's a switch through and through. Loves when you take care of everything because then he doesn't have to be scared of hurting you.

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