#i‘d cry but i got no fucking TIME

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this semester will be the death of me uwu🥰💕🤩💝😍✨

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Incorrect Quotes Tag Game

Tagged by @liv-is!!

Rules: use this generator to make some incorrect quotes with your characters

Okay this was fun :3c I did the dynamics that best fit the generator's quotes, since not all my characters are easily memeable. This also got pretty long so go under the cut to see everything!

Pride & Justice

Pride: Justice likes to say, “You can be part of the problem or part of the solution,” but I happen to believe you can be both. Pride: I’m a reverse necromancer. Justice: Isn’t that just killing people? Pride: Ah, technically. Justice: I have a new hoodie. Pride: Wrong. Pride: We have a new hoodie. Pride: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate—like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning. Justice: This is a lie. Justice: I'm literally dating him. This is a lie. Justice: HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS. Justice: *eating a cinnamon roll* Pride: Cannibalism. Justice: *confused chewing noises* Pride: Go big or go home! Justice: Please, for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. Go. Home. Pride: I'm going big! Pride: You are the love of my life, and I would do anything within reason to make you happy. Justice: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated, and got a reasonable amount of sleep. Pride: I said within reason, Justice. How about I murder that guy? Justice: So murder is in reason, but proper self-care isn't? Pride: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

Dragon Raising

Lenora: Can you recommend a book that'll make me cry? Hayden: General Mathematics 8th Grade Edition. Lenora: You believe me? Hayden: Lenora, you’re the last good person on this planet. I‘d believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning. Hayden: You spent all our money on THIS?? Lenora, putting tiny raincoats on the dragonlings: They need it. Hayden: I’m so tired. Lenora: Did you get to bed late? Hayden: No. Lenora: Did you do something strenuous? Hayden: No. Lenora: Then why are you tired? Hayden: I’m alive. Lenora: Sounds exhausting. Lenora: I made this friendship bracelet for you. Hayden: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person. Lenora: You don’t have to wear— Hayden: No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off. Hayden: We either die free, or die trying! Lenora: Are those the only choices?

Henry & Priscilla

Henry: *Answers phone.* Hello? Priscilla: It's Priscilla. Henry: What did she do this time? Priscilla: No, it's me, Henry. It's actually me. Henry: What did you do this time? Priscilla: Ask me anything. Go ahead, I'll give you a straight answer. Henry: Why are we so fucking awesome? Priscilla: That's the best fucking question anybody's ever asked. Henry: People always shoot down my ideas and I’m sick of it. Two sentences in and everyone’s always shouting, “What the fuck? That’s illegal!” and “You can’t do that!”. Like, c'mon, let me talk! Henry: Where are you going? Priscilla: To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I'll decide on the way. Priscilla: You know, I used to play back in my gory days. Henry: You mean glory days? Priscilla: Ah, that too. Priscilla: Who the fuck— Henry: Language! Priscilla: Whom the fuck— Henry: No. Priscilla: Don’t worry, I have a permit. Henry: ...This just says, “I can do what I want”.

The God-Dragon's Wife

Jao: Xinya, gather the others. We need to have another Yu-Qi-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-her-before-she-hurts-someone convention. Xinya: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?! Jao: It's kind of complicated, but Yu-Qi— Xinya: Got it. Forget I asked. Jao: How has life been treating you lately? Xinya: Horribly. Yu-Qi: I am a responsible adult! Xinya: *raises brow* Yu-Qi: I am an adult. Jao, talking about Yu-Qi: Is this a friend of yours, Xinya? Xinya: Kind of? Not really. She's in my life and there's nothing I can do about it. Jao: I have a bad feeling about this... Yu-Qi: What do you mean? Jao: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble? Yu-Qi: No? Xinya: That actually explains so much.

Tagging: @sigridhawke @duelistkingdom @zonnemaagd @hallwriteblr @stuffaboutwriting and anyone else who feels like it!

[metukika]

ok you needing a second to understand that tumbel in tumblr saved me from my embarrassment for having misread your message xD hell yeah haha

maybe you could write us a lil post about your favorite character & why they are that :D (soz for not doin it myself i‘m not feeling like putting anything out there today)

and don‘t decide that you won‘t ever contribute to a bigger project that touches people yet !!!!!! YOU‘RE SO YOUNG you‘ve got the whole world waiting for you and you‘re ALREADY so good at art though. your art is already touching people, no reason why that shouldn‘t work if you should ever work with others on a bigger project!!! GET OUT THEREEE i mean also take your time but IF YOU WANT THAT ABSOLUTELY SHOOT YOUR SHOT KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN FOR OPPORTUNITIES i‘d personally love to see your work in something bigger :D nothing‘s set in stone <3 <3 <3 !!!

aww thank you so much anon! idk who you are but youre so kind to me... thats so nice!

about the whole future thing... i know i have a lot of time but i think because of some stuff coming up soon (when i leave school) im stressed about the future and my decisions in it entirely. idk what im gonna do if i need to go to the military lol like what job to take... i havent started driving and i dont understand shit about all the other stuff thats attached with going to the military im just stressed in general. i dont wanna end up staying in my parents house forever ig.

but i have a lot of time and i know that even if my connection with my friends fade away when they get recruited (which is... also something that could happen... oh god i dunno how to make irl friends) i still have my family, and probably the online world too. if i open commissions im pretty sure id get some work, but i dont think i could do that too much cuz i hate drawing things i dont wanna draw.

but, again, who knows what will happen. ill be fine haha, especially if there are people like you who care enough to write messages like these. most of my online friends are from twt so its always nice to see a tumblr fan <3 thank you anon.

(im realizing how depressed this is all making me sound like i promise its just my school hammering in the importance of the military signs up like i dont even know what part of the mess ill be in most of the time theyre teaching shit that doesnt concern me. im okay, im not dying!!)

now to actually talk about my favorite character! woohoo! happy topic change!

for the two people who read this and the one thats actually gonna read till the end, im putting a cut so this isnt annoying on ur dash (note to anon: this post is so so fucking long i know u prob asked me my fav character to cheer me up but dont force urself to read this whole thing just to be polite lmaooo but id appreciate it if anyone did cuz holy shit)

something that ive realized a while back is that usually when it comes to favorite characters of media, i have a type.

when i made this the character i had in mind where souda (danganronpa), aiura (saiki k) and teru (mp100).

after making the tweet i also thought of denji (csm) who fits right in, and also bakugou (mha) who doesnt, but he looks like half of the characters i did mention lol.

i think the whole social but nice thing came to because of all those shows and stories where the popular kid in school is the mean bully.. maybe i dislike this trope cuz i havent personally experienced any kind of bullying in my school, even as an observer so i cant relate to the experience of having this type of antagonist. the worst it ever got for me was when in fifth grade a girl made fun of me for crying and no one laughed. (shes still in my class over six years later and shes really nice not ufhduh were not friends but were friendly and i dont hold a grudge). maybe its just cuz im wholesome so i dislike any type of negative character. maybe.

that might sound stupid cuz i said i like bakugou, who i used to think of constantly, like for the entirety of 2021 he was in my mind it was annoying. but idk man not all my favs fit into this category ((shinguuji, saihara, yuuko, tweek (who also looks like them! what the fuck!) yuudai from sakana (why are they all blond?!? and men. more female characters what the fuck) barf bag (yes im an object show fan good morning)))

anyways. i like the popular but nice trope is what im saying. why are they all simps? i dont know honestly only one of the characters that i mentioned at the start is simping for someone i ship them with (terumob) (but the reason i even like teru in the first place might be cuz i saw terumob art, thought it was cute, and decided to search more art. i do that with a lot of characters when i dont watch the show (from the original list ive watched all of saiki k, watched playthroughs of the first 2 dr games, watched like a season of mp100 years ago and watched like 2 seasons of mha even before that. i get my filling of plot and character from meme videos, fanart, and fanfics. i understand enough.) and i get hooked on the ship (more examples include akiangel, kiribaku and the two gay boys from evangelion. a lot of homo happening. also whatever the fic version of this is but with denji and yoshida).

about the simping and the bakugou being mean-- i accept my character's flaws!!! i dont erase them!!! bakugou is an asshole and thats why i wanna see him get punished and learn from his mistakes, even if its a little hard! a great fic where this happens (but isnt the main storyline) is quirk: knife! which is probably my favorite non ship heavy fic, check it out!

my fav characters have flaws but just like how you need to embrace flaws in the people you love, whether that means helping them get better or accepting them, i embrace these flaws cuz it makes them who they are! souda, denji and auira wouldnt be themselves if they werent pushing the lines with their crushes and idk what the fuck bakugou would be if he wasnt what he was.

alright lets actually start talking about my favorite character now.

so, right now, my favorite character of all time is-- ding ding ding-- kazuichi souda! who i already mentioned.

look at him! idk if the one and a half people who are reading this know him, but if u know denji, who is a more popular character atm, then imagine that but more wimpy.

the first time i encountered this character i was watching game grump's playthrough of the second game. i watched their first and enjoyed it but didnt really join the fandom. i didnt know anything about the second so i was going in blind like arin and dan, so theres a chance that whatever i thought about the characters was biased and connected to how they feel.

at first i really liked his design. a lot of the characters have small and complicated details but souda is probably the most simple design, not including hinata, but unlike him souda has a lot of bright colors that draw the eye in! i dont particularly prefer designs with sharp teeth but i think its a pretty nice quirk, since its another part of him that makes him look intimidating. theres a headcanon that he filed themselves but i honestly think he wouldnt do that, and prefer the headcanon that its genetic, even if it makes less sense. but danganronpa, and their designs, dont make sense. i think these little strange quirks are better when they arent thoughtout or have reason. he has sharp teeth becuz. just cuz.

if u dont know what happens in the game im just gonna say that the plot doesnt really matter, cuz really the only growth souda experiences is with his relationship to hinata (the main character) and his trust to his survivor friends that makes him stronger and convinces him to leave the virtual reality. im not gonna be talking about the plot in detail. i also havent watched the anime so im not gonna get into whatever he does there. i do know that he makes some cute faces in it, which is pretty awesome.

but, yeah, besides his design, at the start i truthfully didnt really like him lmaooo he was kind of stalkerish towards sonia (ill prob get into their relationship later), he is also a wimp but honestly... i get it hes stuck in a killing game i would be scared of anything too. i feel like of all of the cast, from all the games, souda is probably one of the best depictions of an actual teenager that might exist. of course he has his obnoxious moments, but in a way that a dumb teenager would have. i dont know when i started liking him, maybe after discovering soudam? hmm.

kazuichi is the ultimate mechanic, which is one of the talents in the game that actually gets used? he makes the communicators in chap 3 and fixes the elevator in chap 4. besides that, he is also important to the second chapter since he helped tie up komaeda and he also brought hinata to the diner, though that has nothing to do with his talent.

he learned to be a great mechanic from working at his dad's repair shop or garage or whatever its called. its mentioned that their family is pretty poor, and i think the concept of a character being at one point or another un-wealthy pretty interesting (did that come strange? sorry). he worked to help get their family money he is a good boy, he mentions being better than his dad too. he doesnt look like the typical mechanic, except from the greasy hair and jumpsuit (im talking specifically about his color scheme) and thats another one of those quirks that make no sense but i just like haha

speaking of his parents, lets talk about a popular headcanon that fans have of souda's dad (before we start i wanna state that my opinion on this topic and the topic of souda relationship towards sonia and his trust issues were all stem from an analysis video of him on youtube, if u know u know, so if i want someone more competent talking about it go there, but if u dont care enough to research it or ure only reading because u like me and wanna hear me talk about something i care about dw im gonna go into detail about these anyways

the hc is that souda's dad physically abuses him. i wanna talk about why dont agree (if u wanna skip this part ill put *** when it ends so just go there <3). this hc stems from a story he tells hinata in one of the free time events where he didnt go to his previous school trips because he wanted to save money for his family, even though he really wanted to go, and he says something along the lines of how his dad "beat the crap outta him" when he didnt go.

do i think his dad hit him? probably. i dont really know how common this type of discipline is in japan, or in places with more un-wealthy people so this might be normal to them. does that make that okay? obviously not. but if the only example we get for him hitting souda is after souda does something good for the family in his own expense, it wont make sense for his father to be mad about it, right? i think he was upset his son had to give up his happiness for them, even if it was to save money. the analysis vid said it might be souda just using more dramatized words for it. He was hesitant to tell hinata that he was picked on at school, i dont think hed just admit to being abused so casually. i think his dad might have smacked him from time to time when he was younger but probably stopped the more souda grew up. if his dad really hated him he wouldnt beat him after doing something that would benefit the dad, is what im saying.

also i think that the way souda acts doesnt reflect someone who would be regularly abused... its not like im an expert, but if we for example look at tsumiki, who was canonically abused and bullied regularly, we can see a great difference. yes, souda tends to be caught off guard or scared of stuff, but usually its less of other people and more about the situation around him. he was scared of monokuma and the monobeasts and the morning after the killing gama announcement. he's also generally not that apologist about his stupid behavior... for example he doesnt feel remorse for tying up komaeda, and even threatens to tie up kuzuryuu too. i also think he said something about wanting to punch one of the other guys? this might be cuz he tends to blurt out his thoughts stupidly and doesnt know how to hold his tongue (something that, if he was abused, would probably get him in trouble) but he never recoils from what he said. he whines about being judged, like after letting slip that he was thinking of sonia in a creepy way, but he never goes back and is afraid that someone might punish him or hurt him. like how tsumiki apologizes for the smallest thing at claims that she'll take any punishment.

it might also be because i generally dont like hcing characters with abusive parents haha. i know for a lot of characters its a part of what makes them who they are, but if thats not the case i feel like its always to excuse the character from some frowned upon trait they have.

its a bit difficult to explain so ill take an example from a different character from a different show. todoroki from mha was abused as a child, and its a part of what makes him him, and its a big part of his character, even if hes not in that situation anymore. i wont deny it. now, theres a hc that some people like to believe about bakugou's parents, specifically his mom, being abusive. this isnt canon. first of all everyone is entitled to hc what they want but a lot of the time i feel this is a way to explain his asshole behavior (also i just love mitsuki). i dont like excusing his fucked up actions and blaming his parents. i think that him being an asshole from the ideals that he himself made is kind of what made him interesting. he believes in what he learned from his own experiences that he and only he had. his stupid child thinking made him the gross person he is, and thats way more interesting than blaming his parents' behavior, like we can do with reason in todoroki's case. todoroki acts antagonistic at the start of the show because of the pressure his dad put on him.

now going back to souda, by making his dad abusive a lot of people linked that to him being a creep towards sonia. while i do see how his parents and their expectations might be a motivator, i prefer to blame souda himself for his wrong actions. i dont want to excuse his actions like that. its more interesting to see him grow from the ideals and reasonings he made himself.

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now let's talk about his relationship with hinata! woo!

canonically, hinata is the person souda is closes to in the game, even though most of the time hinata is just tolerating his stupid behavior. except in his free time events maybe. their relationship is probably the biggest character development souda gets.

lets talk about his past a little more.

souda tells hinata that he used to be picked on for looking like a nerd. he had black hair (but i hc it more like dark brown, because reminder this is a post gushing about my fav character first and an canalization second), brown eyes (in hc world dull pale brown cuz a lot of the char's eyes are dull and pale colored) and glasses (hc: thin and rectangle shaped). he's not really a nerd... except that he's probably good at math and that type of things, since he builds machines and all. if i remember correctly, he says his bullied got away with what they did because he tends to be naive and trusts too easily. he was also used by his best friend that cheated off of his test, blamed souda for it (which he didnt really mind, showcasing how much not a nerd he is if he doesnt care about his studying and tests like that) and then kinda ghosted after feeling bad. but at the time souda was really heartbroken and felt betrayed, this whole situation gave him trust issues because that his naive heart cant tell when someone really wants to be his friend or if they'll drop him when they dont need him anymore.

souda and hinata start off being friends because souda didnt like any of the other guys enough (fair enough, hinata is the most normal one lol) and he tolerated him enough to go to the diner on the second island to spy on the girls with him. at the time kuzuryuu was still an asshole to everyone, but the two do get friendlier after the second trial (survivor boys bff agenda. i did say "bff coded" didnt i?)

souda tells hinata that after his ex best friend left him, he kinda went through something-- he dyed his hair, put in contacts, and pierced his ears (which i like to think was really scare to him) (and i assume this is when he started to wear bright colors, but i like to think he was always a fan of them (aiura and teru kinnie)) to make himself more intimidating (like i said in the list! remember the list?!) so that he wont be picked on. i assume the bullying he experienced was more emotional that physical, and he was probably called names for his nerdy appearance and was made to do tasks for toxic friends and somethings like that. tsumiki was physically bullied and she has bandages all over her design while souda rolls up all his sleeves and has his collar bone exposed while there is no marks on him. maybe he's have some scars from beginner's mechanical mistakes but thats hc territory.

anyways, because of his appearance change, he got some attention from flirtations girls and said that it had intimidated him. i imagine that while he was in his nerd looking mode, he didnt get much attention from the other sex so when they only started approaching him with the assumption he's some punk badass, that was probably a bit overwhelming for him and thats why he has a strained relationship with the female sex. he does kind of sexualize the girls, specifically in the second chapter, but honestly its not really that bad. it kind of even feels a little forced, like he said nanami had "huge jugs" and wonders if this "is what moe gap is" or something like that but he doesnt even say anything about wanting her lmao. the only girl he really shows any interest is sonia, and he mostly gushes about her beauty, instead of her body. not that thats really any better ofc.

he does get along with some of the girls or at least acts normal and not incel-y towards them, like whenever he's angry at saionji, when he felt awkward next to tsumiki or when he made minimaru for owari (though he did mainly do that to impress sonia). when alter ego enoshima suggest putting him between her boobs or whatever batshit crap she said he just yelled he's get crushed, so like. good for him for not being toooo bad. so yeah i do think there are reasons why souda's best friend woudlnt be a girl (for now, at least) and thats why it really is hinata.

and while hinata has other friends, his and souda's connection is special <3 some examples: he is friends with nanami, but they dont really get each other, or at least hinata doesn't feel too connected at her at times cuz shes like a robot and doesnt really get emotions to the full extent. canonically, his and komaeda's relationship is just not... bros, yknow? whatever it is its not "bros". he and souda are bros. i know that he and kuzuryuu consider each other brothers but i feel like while the friendship they have is great, hinata would be more comfortable just letting loose and being stupid with souda. they could connect by being stupid together and distracting one another from the bad in the world by being fun. cuz souda can be fun when he isnt stressed.

but since souda is an emotional character (i dunno if i mentioned this, if u didnt know souda beforehand hes emotional as shit and cries constantly, my beloved) they can get close the two of them emotionally and are empathetic enough to be able to comfort each other. that is, when souda trusts his enough to do that.

thats right. as much as id like to say souda is loyal like a dog, he doesnt really show that in the game lol. because of his experience with his ex friend, souda has trust issues, which i think i already touched upon (idk this is so fucking long im tryna go thru this one topic at a time but good god) and these issues come up in his and hinata's relationship, mainly chap 4. to put it simply cuz honestly the plot doesnt really matter in this context: souda suspects hinata to be a traitor, and because in chap 4 the characters are not allowed to eat, this probably makes him more stressed and causes him to think even more rationally. after the chap is over, in souda's last free time event, he invites hinata to the beach and order him to punch himself.

his actions are really silly here, but basically: hinata shows in souda trust, which makes souda feel like a bad friend, because he couldnt bring himself to trust hinata even though hinata didnt do anything wrong. he feels that their friendship is unfair and that he's the cause of this problem. so i guess he knows he'll get into an argument or a fight because of it, or maybe he wants to give hinata a reason to not trust him so he bring hinata to the beach so they could fist fight. but souda doesnt like to harm people cuz soda is a good boy tm so he asks hinata to do the work for him (which he does not do lol. they communicate and talk like normal friends). this is where souda tells hinata about his past being bullied, after in the last free time event hinata said he could see souda hanging out with the cool kids, so this is where he confides that hes not a cool kid. anyways souda comes to the conclusion that hes more scared of being a bad friend and a coward because of his trust issued that actually being betrayed, and tells hinata that he'll trust him. hooray!

in my mind they are suchhhh good friends. i dont mind shipping souda with a lot of the characters, but it think their friendship is the most important to me. i love them!

now lets get into his relationship with sonia!

i do, in fact, think that his crush on her is fake. i do think he believes in it. but he does not realize that the created a version of her brought on by her general politeness, her status as a princess and her beauty, in his mind that every day strays farther away from the real sonia. he denies her liking of the occult and other scary stuff that turns him off and he acts shocked when she admits to being a virgin (yikes. at least he doesnt really shame her. i think it just ruins his image of her-- again, yikes-- but he ignores it mostly. like he ignores her, the real her, most of the times)

i dont know why he needs a romantic relationship specifically so desperately, but i can think of why he wants that puppy love admiration that he has for her. she, or at least the way he makes her in his mind, is wildly out of her league. sure he wants a girlfriend, but deep down he knows hell never get her. thats why when she turns him down again and again he only gets hurt for like a minute. she even suggests she would rather he be the blackened in the 4th trial and he gets over it pretty quickly. this is the reason he wants to like someone out of his reach so much-- because he cant get hurt from her. he isnt being betrayed or heartbroken like his ex best friend did to him (yes this is about the trust issues again) because he never expected to be with her in the first place. by expecting failure by chasing a girl that is so so out of his league (a pretty perfect princess) he knows what he gets when hes turned down. to him, this is better than actually making an effort with someone he is genuinely attached to because in that case he might actually get his feelings hurt. we see this with his relationship with hinata, though it isnt in a romantic sense. sadly, after they become close friends, he still chases after sonia, but that might be because the player isnt guaranteed to play all of souda's free time events.

this stuff probably will take time for souda to understand. ofc this doesnt really justify his actions and creepy behavior towards her... i like to think that at some point (i constantly forget that dr is a game about killing each other and the apocalypse, but ig this can take place in here too since they both survive) he understands where his problem stem from, maybe with a conversation with hinata or kuzuryuu and he learns and he asks forgiveness from sonia and changes his behavior. the long and hard way!!! my boy did something stupid and he has to make up for it!!!! he will take responsibility because thats what good character writing is!!

itll probably be difficult to come to terms that the girl in his mind, that i do believe he actually fell in love with, is not real. he will cope <3

briefly i'd like to mention souda's and kuzuryuu's relationship i think they are bffs #2 honestly i feel that the both of them plus hinata could be the best trio they are such wholesome guys from all corners of the bro spectrum let the be friends<333 idk maybe even add owari. owari and souda sibling energy <3 this is just hc territory at this point. mioda and souda sibling energy!!!!! for more kuzuryuu and souda friendship read the fic Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi's Guide to Despair Disease: A How-To Take Care of Your Friends(?) Without Spiraling Out Of Control Story. still a wip.

hmmm that was a lot. lets talk about some hcs cuz believe it or not i dont just think of his as what he is canonically, but also what he could be!

ok lets talk about appearances (still canon atm:) he is short-- one of the shortest guys in the cast cuz fuyuhiko and teruteru dont count (thats a plus) and he is, sadly, pretty ripped. it makes since cuz he prob carries heavy stuff and moves his arms a lot for his talent of being a mechanic but when a (male) character is TOO ripped and not for a good reason (for example theres a good reason why nidai or oowada are physically strong cuz of their talents, and some characters are just himbos that deserve it like momota) i just look at them like :|. but it think souda deserves some strong arms <3 he is a cuddler. he would. i just dont think he's impressively ripped. like i think he could sprint fast, but not for long, and that girls wouldnt flawk him for his arms (if they already knew who he was) cuz all in all he is still a wimp loser and he will stay as such, please and thank you.

im a big fan of his narrow eyes. theyre just. dont make sense on him i love it. just like the sharp teeth, he is blessed with looking the opposite of his personality.

now lets talk about post canon appearances! in the world of canon, where the most tragic event in history happens and they were a part of the despair refinements and they live the neo world program (i always forget they dont live in my lil modern day normal aus, ugh), i think he would wake up still looking like how he did in his depair era. idk how long theyre like that but this is my personal hc: hair that reaches his chest, some ugly dulled down pink still sticking to the tips of his messy hair, no hat </3 but his hair is long enough that he doesnt have that hedgehog thing going on </3, no contacts, no glasses, probably scars over his arms and one over the side of his lips like that rio penguin from madagascar (also curse that show for making my tiny stupid child brain think there are penguins in the desert. at least there are such a thing as beach penguins... hmm). i think he would cut his hair to be shorter that it is in canon, a bit longer than hajime's and would resemble saihara's except brown, parted and no ahoge. he wold be dispensation by the length. he would also wear a cap (the normal way) and with his natural colors back, he would look very snuggble :)) he would hug everyone he would be the comfort giver at least to the survivors (this is the part where u realize how insame i am for him lol)

in a world where the end of it didnt happen, i feel like he would feel kind lonely for a while after school, and wouldnt care enough to wear contacts and would go back to glasses, and he wouldnt dye his hair (i just really like his naturality okay i know i said i liked him at first for his colors but this is character growth! he is learning that he doesnt need to be intimidating to get friends!!!) his hair would be a little longer than canon but not by much. i just have this au where he works in an office and there he meets kamukura (who, personality wise is just hinata but depressed) and they become bffs dont at me, and this is how he looks in that au, wearing a button down without the tie and the sleeves rolled up. i do think hed wear obnoxious colors in his free time tho <3

maybe i should get into ships a little? mostly i shipped him with tanaka because i love me some rivals to lovers that isnt angst filled and is mostly just petty. theys either be salty towards each other or tanaka would be very intense in his friendship and souda would be tsundere-ish, not the obnoxious type tho. imagine how denji acts towards yoshida. (denji and souda are actually really alike. before i knew anything about csm my twt mutual told me id prob like denji cuz i like souda and.. well he was right)

but recently i dont really focus on shipping souda with anyone as much as i focus on his friendship with hinata (am i the only one who watched gg compilations and put their faces behind the silly conversations? like i imagine their sprites laughing while the video plays. is that weird? them and also saihara&momota. cuz theyre the same relationship!!! tactful mc and their friendly dumb bro! they!!!). also if u recall i made that drawing of souda with a bunch of ships so its not like loyal lol.

also why are souda and tanaka together constantly in the anime... i think its the end song where theres a slide show of all the characters in class in places like a picnic and the beach and stuff and the two of them are almost together. theyre at the very least friends. that dynamic where they both look intimidating but theyre both so fucking stupid. frienemies. <333 they are so <333 theyd be friedns at least!!! thank you for the anime for realizing that.

i also like to imagine that he and tsumiki would be friends <3 they were both bullied, they both cry a lot and arent really taken seriosuly, at least when it comes to their emotions. i think theyd hug and cry together and be friends :) also as couple they could be very cute.

i dont really know what more to say... i think this is it! i dont know what about kazuichi souda makes me love him so much. he is flawed but not to the point of being unlikable. he is unique but can easily be related to! i care about him so much... the amount of aus i come up and put him in... i dont post so much about him, but know he is my love. ofc i dont have romantic feelings for him some ppl just thirst over their favs i wanna preface that aint the case. not cuz of his age (im close to him in age) but cuz i just... dont feel and romantic or thristy feelings towards anyone so istg if anyone says something stupid to me about that.

thats all! i think this is the longest post ive ever made? when i got this ask last night i thought id write about all those characters i mentioned at the start but then when i went to bed i thought about my answer and realized i have a lot to say lol.

to the one person who actually read until the end, if u even exist (who knows myabe this was for nothing, i still had fun), you're insane. and i hope u have a great rest of ur day. if u didnt know who souda was before this... well u certainly do now (also why did u read this?) sometimes i just gotta rant about something i adore haha. its been a while since i went all out cuz me and my irl dont watch the same shows. i hope i made whoever read this love souda! at least a little!

this post is 5787 words long... im not rereading this

[bergahorn]

fought with my bf over stupid shit at 3am because i couldn’t sleep and was keeping him up and was so so tired and angry and sad about other things and also took my ritalin way too late. went to the bathroom to collect myself. came back like 20 minutes later he’s asleep and if i were to try lying down on the bed he’d wake up because he has his arms and legs stretched out and my side is next to the wall so i‘d have to manoeuvre past him somehow. got my blanket and am now sitting on the floor next to the bed. i don’t wanna wake him up because he was so so so tired when we went to bed earlier (around 11:50) and i’ve literally kept him awake this entire time by crying about a lot of different things and moving a lot and complaining and trying to talk to him (v shitty of me i shouldn’t have done that) i don’t know if i’m even going to be able to sleep at all on the floor (there’s a carpet though yay) or if i’m just going to stay awake all night. idk. life fucking sucks but at least i have him and he’s very cute rn (and all the time) and i love him so much and he’s snoring really loudly also which means i probably wouldn’t be able to sleep even if i was on the bed so it’s whatever

[ronance4everbrainrot]

Stranger things incorrect quote generator (feat. My new AU, +Max and then Max and her Moms)

Pt 8

Murray adopting Robin

Murray: Remember, Robin, don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Robin: I think I crossed that line when I got a date.

(well he just got roasted)

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Robin: *running towards Murray with open arms*

Murray: *moves out of the way*

Robin: Hey, why'd you move?!

Murray: I thought you were going to attack me.

Robin: I was going to hug you!

Murray: Why would you hug me?

Robin: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

(Honestly the "why would you hug me part" is the best and also sad 😂😭)

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Robin: Thank you for not saying "I told you so."

Murray: When you’re as right as I am, you don’t have to say it.

(After Ronance started dating and Robin didn't believe him that Nancy liked her)

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Murray: Do you have any idea what you’re doing?

Robin: Why start now?

(when he tries to help her with the Nancy situatio lol)

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Robin: I'd roast you, but my dad says you can't burn trash.

Robin: *slow-mo walks out of the room*

(I just imagine her and Steve doing that old tik tok trend🤣)

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Robin, to Murray: You're not Mario. Lets get something fucking straight, you're Luigi at best.

(I don't even know how to comprehend this)

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Murray: When was the last time you cried?

Robin: Uh 15 minutes ago, why??

Murray: really? That recent?

Robin: Yeah *voice crack* is that a issue? *starts crying again*

(if you saw my recent post about this AU, you should have an idea of why she's crying)

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Murray: What’s the straightest thing you’ve ever done?

Robin: *sighs*

Robin: I killed a man.

(She finally is in this quote ✨)

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Murray: Pick a card, any card.

Robin: Fine.

Murray: Wait, that's my credit card!

Robin: You said any card.

(Ye Murray, you said any card)

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Murray: You believe me?

Robin: Murray, you’re the last good person on this planet. I‘d believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.

(This is so funny and wholesome. I love it, but it's also sad 😪)

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Murray: If I ever had a child, I imagine they would be a lot like you.

Robin: Aww, thanks—

Murray: Which is probably why I’ve never reproduced.

(Cute but also oof)

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Murray: I’ve only had Robin for a day and a half but if anything happened to them I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

(now this. This is adorable)

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Robin: I made tea.

Murray: I don't want tea.

Robin: I didn't make you tea. This is my tea.

Murray: Then why did you tell me?

Robin: It's a conversation starter.

Murray: It's a horrible conversation starter.

Robin: Oh, is it? We're conversing. Checkmate.

(She would do that with everyone so they wouldn't just sit in silence)

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Robin: I sort of did something and I need some advice, but I don't want a lot of judgment and criticism.

Murray: And you came to me?

(Well you're her dad now, so yes)

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[+Max]

Murray: I hate you sometimes.

Robin: Well according to this picture Max drew of us holding hands that's not true.

Murray: Robin, you drew that.

Robin: It doesn't matter.

(She drew herself with her dad and her daughter 👍)

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Robin: Hey, Murray. Why did the chicken cross the road?

Murray: To get to the other side?

Robin: You were supposed to say “I dunno, why?“

Murray: Uh... fine. I don’t know. Why did it cross the road?

Robin: To get to the idiot’s house.

Murray: ...Ok?

Max: Hey, Murray. Knock knock.

Murray: No.

Max: You were supposed to say “who’s there?”

Murray: Fine... let’s get this over with. Who’s there?

Max: The chicken.

Murray:

Max:

Robin:

Murray: Listen here you little shits-

(He secretly loves them, but he hates it just as much)

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Max: How high are you?

Robin: Mm, I don’t know how to say it in feet.

Murray: No, they’re asking what drugs are you on.

Robin: Oh, antidepressants, why?

(She would definitely do that tik tok with that achievement thing and then "I don't take birth control, I'm a lesbian")

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*Something crashes*

Max: Shoot-

Robin: *running into the room in a panic* WHAT FELL?!

Murray: *walking by the room calmly* What died?

(panicked Mother, Calm Grandpa)

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Robin & Max: *accidentally set the kitchen on fire*

Robin: We need an adult!

Max: Robin, you are an adult!

Robin: We need an adultier adult! Get Murray!

(She is, but she isn't)

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Murray: When you work at lush and a customer comes in and bites the soap because they think it’s cheese... this happens way more frequently than you think.

Max: If you stopped literally presenting soap as deli food this wouldn't happen.

Murray: Who goes into a bath store and thinks something covered in glitter is cheese?

Robin: Who goes to the store and just takes a bite from the cheese?

(No, she got a point. I mean if it's a full on block of cheese and not those samples, than what the hell 😂 i mean I'd love to do that but I wouldn't)

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Murray: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something!

Max: You left me and Robin in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago.

Murray: I did that on purpose, try again.

(Grandpa and Granddaughter bonding✨)

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[Max and her Moms]

Nancy: *yawns*

Robin: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring.

Nancy: Then you must be exhuasted.

Max: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.

(well then go ask out El or Lucas)

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Robin: *gets a text* Oh! It’s Nance.

Max, excitedly: Did they get me the stuff?

Robin: Yeah, they say they got you the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood.

Max: Wow! Where’d they find 12 gallons of fake blood?

Robin: You wanted fake blood?

Max:

Robin: I’ll go call Nance.

(Nancy, a Vampire??👀)

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Nancy, about Robin: They're covered in blood again. Why is it they're always covered in blood?

Max: Well, it looks like it's their own blood this time.

(Robin, a werewolf??👀 Who is hurt🥺)

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Max: Nancy, I know you love Robin. I mean, we all do, they’re a very nice person and I respect them immensely.

Max: But I think they might be a fucking idiot.

(What did she do this time)

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Robin: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out Max's birthday invitations.

Nancy: Well, what are they supposed to say?

Robin: "Max's birthday".

Nancy: So, what do they say instead?

Robin: "Max’s bi".

Nancy:

Nancy: Works out either way.

(It does)

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Max: Hey, Joe said he's coming over this afternoon.

Robin: Cool.

Max: Do you know who Joe is?

Robin: JOE MAMA!

Nancy, not even looking up from their phone: Damn, that backfired.

(It did)

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Robin & Nancy: Surprise! We're having a baby!

Max: What?!

Robin & Nancy: *pull out adoption papers* It's you!

(I've finally got it.. unless it's in one of the others already I don't remember lol)

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Robin: They can't make me admit France exists, right? Legally, that's not allowed.

Robin: Sure, if France was REAL I'd say I liked it.

Robin: But who's to say.

Max: I think France isn't real.

Nancy: Max, you've been to France.

Max: And???

(I don't know what going on, but it involves France so I kept it)

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Max: When will Ted himself...finally show up to the talk?

Robin: The final boss.

Nancy: You guys know TEDtalks stands for technology, entertainment, and design talks, right?

Max: I will not let Ted hide behind these lies any longer!

(Honestly, they just make fun of her Dad)

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Nancy: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me.

Robin: But they said not to touch the masterpieces.

Nancy: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall.

Max, on a walkie talkie: This is Max, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.

(Sometimes she hates her Moms)

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Max: There was a motor close to where I am right now.

Nancy: A motor- a motorcycle?

Max: Oh sorry, a murder.

Robin: That escalated quickly.

(if they had phones and Max texted her Moms in S4 after Chrissy died)

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Max: I will find us a covered wagon and horses.

Max: If you two can manage to not kill each other while I'm gone.

Robin: Oh, please. We're not children.

*Max leaves*

Robin, casually: ...Eat shit and die.

Nancy, also casually: Yes, fuck you.

(enemies to lovers ✨)

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Robin: Guys, I didn’t memorize my lines!

Max: Just use your lack of common sense! Everyone knows the characters in plays are dumb as fuck!

*During the play*

Nancy: Hey! You finally made it! Did you get the donuts?

Robin: W-what’re donuts?

(not that dumb)

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Robin: I like to think of myself as a semi responsible adult here.

Max: Nancy is 70% of your impulse control and you know this Robin.

Nancy: I feel like Robin is the more responsible one of us two though.

Robin: We are both 70% of each others' impulse control.

Nancy: Just two lil beasts in pinwheel hats spinning on the merry-go-round at dangerous velocities, holding each other’s hands so the other doesn’t fall off.

(🥺)

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Nancy, at Max: Would you like to stay for dinner?

Robin, from the kitchen: Would you like to stay forever!?!

(Ronance lives together and Robin wants to adopt Max)

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Robin, to Max: Look at you! All cute and small! I could just eat you up!

Max: *proceeds to kick them in the shin and run away*

Nancy, walking past: Rule number 1, don't call Max cute or small.

(Big mistake, only El is allowed to say it)

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Max: *sneaking in through their window*

Robin: *turning in their chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Max: I was with Nancy?

Nancy: *turning in their chair* Wanna try again?

(dum dum duuuu)

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The next one is gonna have Dustin and his Dads (idk when I'm gonna post it tho)

(I love that the first letter is the same, Dustin and his Dads, Max and her Moms 😂)

Also Sapphic Senate while be in the next one.

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

hiii babyy! could you do a overstim smut with remus? and somehow add some mocking/degrading in there, ik your busy but when you have the time <3

Overstimulation

Hellu baby!! Yes yes I can, hope you enjoyy <3

Warning: 18+!

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Remus is a sweetheart, but in the bedroom he is ruthless. Wether it‘s his wolf who can‘t get enough of you or him, he isn‘t satisfied with a few rounds of fucking. God the way he worships your body so diligently, makes you cum so many times and the way he kisses you has you melting. But his words? His words are absolute filth, degrading and mocking, cussing you out in such a gentle tone, you‘d think he was confessing his love. Remus can only be described as sin.

„Hey, Dorcas and I are having a girls night, we want you to come as well!“, Lily said as she looped her arm through yours on your way to the Gryffindor table. You sat down next to Remus, giving him a quick kiss and answered.

„I‘d love to-“, you were cut off by a hand squeezing your thigh and cleared your thoat,“ -but I can‘t, I‘ve already made plans..“

Lily pouted a little before she told you that she won‘t accept excuses next time. You put your head on Remus‘ shoulder, hissing, „What the hell was that?“

He just shrugged his shoulders, „Don‘t want you to go. I‘ve been a little restless, you know...“

Oh. OH.

You blushed a little, sitting upright and nodded. „‘Course love, whatever you need.“

He gave you an innocent smile, a mocking glint in his eyes and resumed to eat.

Oh Merlin, he‘s going to wreck you.

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„Soo“, Sirius said smirking,“Moony says he needs the dorm tonight?“

You groaned and gave him a warning look. „One more word out of your posh mouth and I‘ll tell everyone about the socks!“

Sirius instantly soberd up, raising his hands in defeat. He has been stealing James‘ socks and left them all over the castle, like a treasure hunt. It was too funny to expose him, the expression on James‘ face when he found yet another one of his socks in a potions couldron was priceless.

„No need to take out the big guns babe“, Sirius huffed. „We want the nice Moony back anyway, he‘s been a prissy git lately.“

You laughed a little, as Sirius dramatically rolled his eyes.

„I‘ll try my best.“

„Just suck his d-“

„SIRIUS!“

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„I want you to sit on the floor infront of the mirror and spread your legs.“

His tone was strict, accepting no back talk. You had to threat very carefully on nights like this, Remus was very merciless.

You nodded, getting up from his lap, but he tangled your hair in his hand and pulled you back down. You gasped when his cock pressed against your clit. He stared into your eyes, the complete domination making you weak.

„When I ask you something, you respond with your words, baby.“

„Yes Remus, I‘m sorry.“ You were breathless already, the way he was pressing against your clit made you want to grind down. Of course you didn‘t, that would mean punishment.

He gave you a curt nod and gestured on the floor between his legs. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and you sat down on the floor, your head resting back against his abdomen. Spreading your legs you waited for further instructions.

Remus let his hands wander towards your breasts, fingers ghosting over your nipples and pinched them gently. You gasped, chest arching towards his hands and he smiled, pulling them harder. Whining you closed your legs to rub your thighs so you could feel some stimulation against your clit, but his hand came down hard on your breast, making you cry out.

„Now now pup, I never told you to close your legs. You want me to see your pretty pussy right?“

You nodded quickly, spreading your legs as wide as you could. He hummed in satisfaction.

„Look at you, already dripping all over the floor. Are you really that desperate to be fucked? Huh?“, he scoffed, pinching your nipples, before he leaned down to suck at them.

You moaned as his hands came down to rest on your pussy and felt you clench under his hands and mouth.

„You cunt‘s clenching already, feel that? You miss having my cock inside of your slutty cunt? Want me to play with your clitty? Hm?“

„Please Remus, need your touch.“

He leaned back again, looking at your begging face from above and gave you a mocking grin. „Oh baby, you can beg better than that!“

You whimpered, nuzzling your face against his crotch, blinking up at him innocently. He pulled his bottom lips between his sharp teeth, a needy glint in his eyes.

„Please Remmy“, you mewled, „please. I‘m begging you, need you so bad..“

He could‘t control himself anymore, kissing you hard, his hand squeezing your throat. He pulled back a little to mutter against you lips, „Get on the fucking bed.“

You hastily got up to lay down on the bed and he slipped between your open thighs. Nosing against your inner thigh he took a deep breath.

„Fuck, I can smell your neediness. Such a desperate slutty baby I have..“ He left hot open mouthed kissed along your legs, before he slowly trailed towards your pubic bone. He locked his eyes on yours and went down, softly kissing your cunt, tongue separating your pussy lips. Your toes curled in anticipation and he suddenly licked a broad strip from your hole up to your clit, immediately moaning at your taste.

Once he tasted you he was obsessed, consumed by you, his hands holding your hips still. Remus moved as close as possible, his tongue in your hole and his nose pressed against your clit, moving his head from side to side.

„God, I can‘t get enough of you“, he moaned as he lapped at your clit, two fingers pushing inside to curl around your sweet spot, „you‘re all that I think about and. I. hate. it.“ He thrusted in brutally with every word and you cried out, locking your legs behind his head. He groaned at that, encouraging you.

„Fuck, yes ride my fingers. C‘mon you stupid brat, fuck yourself!“

You rocked your hips, broken moans spilling past your lips, the tension in your pussy getting too much.

„Gonna cum gonna cum goona cum, please Remmy! Rem- ah“

He took your clit between his lips, locking his jaw and sucked hard, his fingers hitting the spongey spot inside of you with practiced accuracy.

„Cum then.“

You lost control, crying out teary eyed as you came on his face. He was growling, the vibrations prolonging your orgasm, making your hips stutter as you grinded your pussy against his lips. He kept lapping at your cunt, drinking everything you gave him like a starved man, moaning and groaning around you.

Remus pulled back, hands twisting your ankles to turn you in your belly. He pushed his fingers inside of your again, fast and mercilessly fucking you. You cried out, trying to get away but he held your hands tight against your back.

„You didn‘t think that I‘m done with you right?“, he hissed against your ear, biting at you cheek. „I‘m gonna make you cum until you have nothing to give. Until I can‘t taste you on my tongue.“

„Rem- too much ple-“

You choked on your words as his other hand came down on your ass in quick slaps, leaving raw handprints. You were crying now, pleading with him to let you go, but that only made him fuck your harder.

„You don‘t get to deny me what is mine!", he yelled, pulling you on your knees by your hair.

He took his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue.

„Remus!“

You came again, voice shrill with the force of your orgasm, squirting a little into his mouth. He moaned against your cunt, sucking your lips and hole to get all of it.

Letting go of your head you collapsed on the bed and he turned you on your back again, kissing you aggressively.

„Want a third one before I fuck you with my cock.“

„Remmy no, I can‘t it hurts!“, your voice came out weak, begging for his mercy.

He pulled you on his bare lap, hands grabbing your face, the sheer size nearly covering your entire head. He pushed his forehead against yours, eyes flashing with rage. Oh no, this wasn‘t just Remus talking now.

„If you tell me no ever again“, he bit out, voice unusually deep, „I will tie you up with my wand vibrating in your cunt all night. Understood?“

You swallowed thickly, believing every word. „Yes Remus, I understand.“

„Good“, he cooed, voice light again, „Rub your pussy against my thigh. There you go, good slut.“

You were breathing heavy, your clit rubbing against his thigh with every move of your hips. He leaned back on his palms, lip pulled between his teeth, observing you. The way he looked at you made you needy and you whined. Lord, his gaze was so desperate to fuck you already and he let out a condescending laugh when he felt you go faster.

„Ready to cum again? Fucking whore, look at how you‘ve soaked my leg, gotta make you clean it all up after.“

His filthy words made you go faster, clit catching delicious on his leg. Remus flexed his muscles and that was enough to push you over the edge. You fell against his chest, hips still moving against him and cried out when he spanked your sore cheeks, pulling them apart to expose your hole. He spit on his fingers and rubbed against your asshole, making you convulse on his lap as you came again.

„Filthy bitch, you came again?!“

You whimpered, nuzzling his neck. He cooed, pressing kisses against your flushed cheeks. „Tell me what you want baby.“

You blinked up at him, deep in subspace and pouted. „Want your cock Remmy. Please?“

He gave you a lopsides smile, voice mimicking yours. „Please?“

You mewled, getting on your knees to nuzzle against his cock, leaving kisses on the side. He bucked his hips, spreading his legs to give you space.

He moaned as he talked, head thrown back. „Get your Remmys cock wet and I‘ll fuck your slutty cunt.“

You perked up at that, drooling on the tip of his cock and took him in your mouth, suckling lightly. Remus stroked your hair, humming with delight when your tongue rubbed against the vein on the side.

„Remuuus“, you whined, „please fuck my pussy.“

He pulled your head back and you released him with a pop. He picked you up and put you on his desk, the head of his cock teasing your slit. You jumped, legs trembling when he rubbed against your oversensitive clit.

„Remus please! Plea-“

He pushed inside, fucking you in a punishing rhythm, his hands locked around your neck to keep you upright. He was staring into your dazed eyes, his own pupils dilated with lust.

„Ah-“, your voice came out broken as you sobbed when he hit your spot, „there yes please!“

„Fuck baby“, he growled, angling his hips to hit that spot with every thrust, „you gonna cum again? Huh?“

„Yesyesyes- ah fuck please!“ You were a mess, tears stresming down your face, because it hurt so good.

He threw your legs over the crook of his arm and lifted you into the air, his cock even deeper inside you and fucked you so full of his cock, you felt him in your tummy. Obscene sounds of his heavy balls slapping against your ass and your needy moans where filling the room.

„Feel me ah in your tummy, hm? M‘gonna give you all of my cum fuck you better keep it all in.“

You were a blabbering mess, hands tugging at his hair to kiss him, his name leaving your lips like prayer. Remus pushed you against the wall, one hand on your clit as his mouth sucked on your nipples. He pushed you over the edge when he slipped one finger into your asshole.

„Full so full Remmy, Rem-!“

You cried out, cumming from the feeling of having every hole filled, squeezing him so tight that he couldn‘t hold himself up anymore. He came inside of your pussy in hot spurts, the sensation of his cum making you come again. Falling on the bed with you in his arm, cock still burried inside of you, he panted hard.

Still inside of you he rolled around so youwere underneath him, kissing your tears away. You were deep in subspace, whimpering with every soft word he spoke.

He grinned at you, proud that he could reduce you to a blubbering mess. „My good girl“, he croons, „only one to make me feel so good.“

He kissed his way down your belly and you pushed at his head. „Hurts please hurts Remmy..“

„I know baby“, he murmured, „only one more for your Remmy. C‘mon don‘t make me punish you now.“ His voice was determined , not stopping until he got one more orgasm out of you.

„Remmy“, you cried, „please, s‘too much.“ You kicked your legs weakly, trembling hands pushing at his head.

„Shut up“, he growled, „I didn‘t ask for your input.“

With that he dove in again, mouth on your hole to suck out his cum, whining as he tasted you both on his tongue. Remus pushed your legs up to your chest, rough pad of his thumb rubbing on your clit.

„Remusremusrem-“

„Go on, fuck yourself. Fucking bitch, can‘t get enough.“

You came with a high pitched shout, vision flashing white as your entire body trembled. He held you still, licking you through your high until he pulled away, face glistening with your arousal.

„Clean it up, pup.“

You kissed his cheeks, licking up your cum with sluggish movements and he kissed you when you were done.

He pulled you to his chest, cuddling you close. „Rest, baby. You did good.“

With that you passed out.

[meowzfordayz]

Hey there! Emma-Chan here :D

I just saw your Milestone 10.0 options and I‘ve been searching for an opportunity like this for so. Damn. Long. You won‘t believe it! Anyways: Idrk how it works like- do I just have to tell some things about myself and then you‘ll pick a character? I hope I got it right, if not I‘ll message you about it to inform myself better! :] Okay so, my personality is kind of weird tbh 😅 I‘d say that I‘m a very kind person at times, also very generous. If I see a lost kid in a village (or an adult that seems lost) I‘ll go to them and ask if they are okay, hoping I can help in some way. I also greet a lot of ppl to make their day a little better, because it also makes me happy, knowing I made others happy. Even for a split second! Anyone could use some extra happiness…

On the other hand I sometimes tend to get angry quickly as well. For example when I‘m training and would be breathing heavily due to exhaustion, I‘d be very close to screaming and just tearing everything apart in my reach because I want to be able to do so much more, I want to have better stamina, be stronger and be capable of so much more than now… And my rage is often mixed together with sadness or frustration so I start to cry rather quickly as well. If I bump into someone while running, I‘m the one that ends up on the ground, trying my best to not cry. I am fucking touch starved yet very affectionate. If I had a partner (hoping for Tanjiro) I‘d definitely jump on their back sometimes, hold hands, hug them at least 20 times a day and give them kisses in their face, on their hands- anywhere!

I like dancing and singing (Not a flex but I can swing my body like a snake like- it‘s such a smooth motion and I‘d love to show my partner my Dances from time to time) and can act childish at times. If I accomplished something I throw my hands up in the air and shout „YAY!!“ not caring who‘s watching because nobody gives a shit about it anyways. Or when someone says I‘m wrong I either get angry at them or (when I‘m calm which happens rarely) I say „you‘re right, sorry for assuming wrong“ and just go on about my day. I‘m spending a lot of time overthinking stuff so I‘d probably end up going to my partner for comfort or train or make something for my partner. Like a poem, some lyrics of a song or just buy something from a town nearby. If my partner accomplished something, for example during training, I‘ll run up to them once they are done and give them a big hug and smooches on the face 😌

Ofc there are moments where I am worried when we aren‘t on missions together (bc I‘d totally be a demon slayer) Basically all the time when we don‘t see each other.

My partner would probably have to be around me at almost all times because I don‘t like loud noise and get scared of them easily, I mean like- I panic when I see a balloon and I‘m walking around it at the fastest rate possible (and also very far from it if I can) Another fear I have are spiders. Someone just has to say the word and I get images of them, having some black outs and my body shakes uncontrollably. I also am unable to communicate in these moments. I tend to sweat whether quickly and much so I often tend to avoid holding hands while walking around unless it‘s winter because I don’t want to make my partner‘s hands wet :( When together with me: Expect me to give you compliments at all times! 🤗 If my partner is up for that: I‘d definitely take them out sometime. A nice stargazing date or just a calming walk under the sun. I want to give my partner as much affection as I want to revive, if not even more! I tend to make friends quickly whenever I speak to someone and find them nice, we‘ll end up chatting the whole time. (One of my friends said that I‘m famous because I know multiple people from a different class-) I also tend to have a crazy side, only with my bestie tho. We‘d definitely be making crazy sounds, I‘d be the one cussing everyone out and she gets some weird sounding ideas which we end up doing. The two of us are great entertainment honestly xD. I also show my partner a lot of stuff like: Look what I did, A poem! What do you think? (Then comes their opinion) If someone talks about me behind my back, I‘ll definitely notice at some point but won‘t say anything to the person, unless I‘m mad at them. Then I‘ll be like: „Oh yea? Game on b*tch. Say it to my face.“ So my partner would also have to keep me from getting into fights:,) I feel like a puppy because I am fucking clingy and would 1000000000% cling to my partner whenever I see them.

Guess I‘ll just also say my sexuality and gender cause why not? 😅

I‘m pansexual and trigender! (Female, male and non-binary) and my pronouns are also all of these pronouns (he/she/they) 😁💞

Anyways, I pretty much think that‘s it if you need more, just text me! And I really hope this isn‘t to detailed or specific… (God how badly I‘m praying for some Tanjiro Headcanons 😩🙏) But ofc no pressure, though that doesn‘t sound like it, I mean it. I‘m just saying what I‘m hoping for. I‘d rlly love to receive either Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Nezuko or Kanao! So Imma go off now and hope for it :D

Byeee, Hope you have a great day/night and sry for writing an awful lot 😭🙏

~Emma-Chan<3 (Also an anon from now on! 😁💞👌)

MILESTONE 10.0

💞: Kamado Tanjirou

does his best to fall asleep after you — out of affection, protectiveness, and sheer competitiveness. The one time you thought he fell asleep first, he'd actually set an alarm to wake himself up an hour later (he does his best to wake up before you too, because how else is he supposed to take adorable photos of you drooling?).

blushes any and every time you compliment him. From winking playfully at him to outright telling him, "You're wonderful," he swears his cheeks are stained a permanent pink (of course, yours are stained too, "Hello lovely sweetheart," being his favorite way to greet you).

researches elaborate recipes for your Friday date nights — oftentimes ending in spaghetti or peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, because turns out preparing puffer fish isn't fit for a novice chef... Not to mention your neighbor politely ringing your doorbell midway through the evening (they thought something was Seriously wrong, when in fact you were simply screaming as Tanjirou chased you with a spoonful of mystery sauce that, "I promise it's edible!").

[ontheblock]

BABE U WRITE FOR SALLY FACE?? Anything with Travis (male s/o with him obviously) or Sally please :O your writing is amazing!!

YES I DO !! i used to have a bunch of wips i still haven’t finished but i figured i can still add sf to my list since it was such a comfort game when it came out haha. as per usual, this isn’t beta read, i fucked the formatting up twice but just squint when you notice any errors- also thank you love <3 i‘d give you a free bologna sandwich for requesting trav ily. 100% beef obviously /winkwonk

fabric

•warning: abuse, religious guilt, homophobia and f-slur use, bad first kisses, badly written fluff, travis being travis

Travis was meant to live a life molded for him by his father. The pattern was already placed on the fabric when his first cry shook the hospital room at 6:33am. He was supposed to be cut from his father‘s mold but Travis‘ fabric was already old and frayed, the intertwining strings of muted tones that held him together felt lose by the time he could run. Sometimes he thought about the reason why he was incomplete. His fabric wasn‘t strong enough to hold his family name, not stretchy enough to bounce back from his father‘s reactions. Travis‘ mother patched him up every time there was another bruise on his back or face. She would cut parts out of her own fabric to cover the ripped strings her husband‘s belt left on their son. But she had only so much left when the beatings got worse.

Travis was in middle school, attending a christian summer camp a few hours away from Nockfell. He never noticed how different the air was at home but the sky was so murky compared to literally everywhere else. His father thought it was a good idea to let the boy out of town while he took care of the Ministry business which was code for something Travis shouldn‘t stick his nose into. He never asked but someone went missing while he was gone. Tragic.

Not as tragic as the camp counselor calling Travis home on their last day. The boy didn‘t know about that but they told his father about some inappropriate behavior his son showed with a fellow camper - a boy his age, Kenneth didn‘t care for the name or where he was from. All he needed to know was what his son did with that boy. The counselor tried to calm the angry parent on the phone but as soon as the information was exchanged the line went dead. He didn‘t want to hear the washed up excuses. His son was young and it was best to get these urges out of his system before they could even develop - dig for the deepest root you could find and rip it from the still fresh ground before it bloomed into something ugly, even if that meant that the garden would never bloom at all. Kenneth was a man of action after all.

That evening Travis came home clueless while his father already stood in the hallway with his wife behind him, holding onto his hand and uttering whispered quick prayers but his thick fingers already curled around the leather painfully hard. The strain it caused in his hand only fueled the need for a release as he charged for his son who didn‘t even have the chance to slip out of his worn sneakers.

That evening his mother didn‘t stay when Kenneth told her to go to bed early. Travis asked himself if it pained her the same way it pained him when his skin split under the force his father put in his first few strikes.

“You want to hold hands with boys now?“

“My son isn‘t a faggot, is that clear?“

“I gave you a place in this filthy town. You will appreciate it and live a proper life!“

“You will thank me when you don‘t burn for being dirty.“

It wasn‘t meant for Travis to answer because by the end of the night he would not even think about a boy‘s hand to be soft and warm anymore.

Travis was older now but he never found enough of anything to mend the damage his father did that night. Travis didn‘t try to explain that he held onto the boy because they figured that they wouldn’t slip on the wet mud that way. Instead he kept quiet about it ever happening and his father was content with this as long as he pulled his son from the devil‘s path to sodomy.

And Travis thought so too until a thread of blue fabric pulled together a gaping hole in his fabric. It stuck out like a sore thumb - too vibrant but warmer than any patch his mother gave to him and when he sat on the grimy bathroom floor in school after Sal Fisher of all people gave him a fucking pep talk, it felt nice. The warmth let his tears evaporate so he could pull himself together for the rest of the day.

But it was short lived. The warmth spread through him so fast he felt like burning up whenever he sat in class with Sal. He tried everything to get that blue thread out of his life but pulling on it only felt like strangling himself and he regretted ever letting his bully persona slip in that bathroom just because Sal fucking Fisher found the note he threw away - the note that was about him but Travis never had it in himself to tell him that. He regretted his promise to be less of an asshole because he knew he couldn‘t. Not even three days later the heat in his belly was so hot that he boiled over when he saw Fisher talking to that ginger nerd by the lockers. He ended up calling him a faggot because how dare he be openly gay in the same town Kenneth Phelps lived? How dare he be happy like this?

Sal tensed at the insult. Did he actually think Travis could be better? And why was his freakshow friend not hurt at the insult when it still burned in his throat to say it? Why did it feel like the slur wasn‘t meant for Todd at all? Travis swallowed hard as he fled the hallway in such a hurry that the three folded up pamphlets in his barely zipped up backpack fell on the muddy vinyl flooring.

“Fuck, Phleps. Just wait. Travis!“ The boy in question tucked at his collar as he turned a corner just to slip into another empty corridor. They had a free period right after gym class and Sal Fisher was determined to finally talk to the boy who relentlessly bullied him to now avoid him like it was the other way around. “Jesus, I‘m not gonna pry but if your dad-“ Sally harshly bumped into Travis as he whipped around, finally coming to a stop. Shame crawled up the taller teen‘s neck when he didn‘t find the prosthetic nose digging into his sweater uncomfortable.

“Shut up! God, just stop!“ Sal was surprised that he would use his Lord‘s name in vain like that and if the situation was anything but this he would‘ve laughed. “Travis, I don‘t know how you feel but-“, Sal tried again but Travis was at his limits this time. “You don‘t and you never will, Fisher. Your dad would accept you being a dirty faggot but mine doesn’t!“ He tried to fill his words with venom but it all bounced back on the guy‘s mask anyway with how much his voice actually trembled.

There was a moment of silence that made Travis want to literally get struck by his God‘s angry lightning. He couldn‘t even leave. It was like all the root his father dug out slowly crawled back to feed on his shame and ground him in front of Sal who still had to react and maybe Travis should just tell him to fuck off so he wouldn‘t have to find out what he wanted to say next.

“Travis...“ Sal lowered his voice in a fake moment of privacy. “Are you-?“ Travis already shut his eyes as he clenched his fists. He didn‘t like where this was going but there was no more fight in him. “Nevermind. You don‘t owe me shit but I saw your back.“ Travis exhaled through his mouth until there was nothing left in his lungs. He knew where that question was headed. Are you gay, Travis? Are you the faggot and that‘s why you‘re so angry? He was glad that Sal changed his approach because even Travis himself was too scared to find the answer.

“So what, Sally Face? You‘re sticking your nose somewhere it doesn’t belong. If you even have one under that stupid mask.“ Travis harshly pushed his index finger into the boys chest and the sharp inhale he made almost made him freeze up and apologize. But he couldn‘t. He was too deep to go soft now. The look in Sal‘s eyes was enough to make Travis finally stumble backwards and push past him.

He didn‘t follow him this time.

His verbal fights with Sal Fisher were like a damn wake up call for the teen. The rush of warmth it spread in his chest and the cold shiver in sent down his spine were shaking his body every time. He started noticing that Nockfell wasn‘t that murky. Travis used to really like yellow as a child because it reminded him of his mother’s favorite sunflower dress. She was a different woman now. The vibrant yellow was fading just like her hair. Maybe it was just Nockfell, maybe it was because of her suffocating husband draining her of her life and slowly unraveling her fabric. It didn‘t matter now but to make a depressing story short, Travis didn‘t have a favorite color anymore.

But the sky looked like a pretty shade of blue on some days. He never noticed but his bathroom tiles had blue specks in them. He always thought they were just a weird grey. There were tiny flowers blooming in the most vibrant blue behind the school and he wished that they were behind the church too but nothing ever grew around that building. But he would pluck them sometimes when he was skipping gym class. His last fight in the empty hallway was weeks ago and he hoped that Sal finally gave up on his savior complex. But why did his chest sting at that thought? His fingers slowly clutched his sweater as he stared at a withering flower by his foot. Travis jumped out of his thoughts when the metal door creaked open.

“Yo.“ Sal pushed the door closed with his shoe as he held up a hand to casually greet him. His face scrunched up. “What do you want?“ Travis lowered his head again. The boy obviously noticed the fresh shiner on his face already but facing him still felt like he exposed himself. “Just wanted to confirm that the church boy was skipping class.“ Uninvited, the teen sat beside Travis on the grass, with a healthy distance of course. “Shut up. My faith has fuck all to do with school“, Travis spoke lowly but his voice was tired. Sal just hummed in agreement before silence draped over them. Not uncomfortably like the usual strained void of reactions when one of them dropped something they weren‘t prepared for. It felt ok like this and it felt like a blanket. To Travis that blanket was soft and blue but before he could shake it off and stand up there were strings of the obnoxious fabric already weaving themself into his personal space.

“We don‘t have to fight all the time.“ Sal didn‘t look at him and neither did Travis. He really didn‘t have a reason to disagree. Not one that wouldn’t blow his cover at least.

“Maybe I could come to your little church and-“ Travis head snapped up. “Don‘t“, he blurted out a little louder than he meant. “It‘s a joke. I‘m not religious.“ Sal snorted, plucking a few pieces of grass. “Yeah, because you‘re a sinner in the eyes of the Lord. You f-“ Travis had to physically stop himself by biting his lip. Sal looked over at him and Travis wished he didn‘t. “Sorry“, Travis mumbled, refusing to meet his eyes, or eye since he was pretty sure his other eye never moved before. “I‘m trying to not call people that anymore.“ because all I hear is my father saying it.

“It‘s cool.“ It wasn‘t. “Why are you skipping?“ Travis huffed. It was weird to not let the conversation derail into verbal abuse. “I don‘t know. I fell. Hit my head on the door pretty bad. As you can see.“ Sal just hummed. “That‘s why you‘re limping, too?“ Travis blurted out a “yes“ a little too fast. Why was he nervous? His whole school life already revolved around cover up stories about the strange aches and bruises he got out of nowhere.

“Right.“ Sal let it slide, again. “You‘re acing algebra, Fisher.“ It wasn‘t a question so Sal didn‘t say anything. “Hmm.“ Travis cursed himself for never learning proper social skills but his father didn‘t like him bringing strangers into the house and his teen years were a constant feeling of push and pull of picking fights with boys that sparked an ugly tingle in his belly.

“You need a tutor?“ The silence seemed to be enough for Sal. Fuck him and his open fucking hand. “Maybe.“ Travis flicked a flower with his finger, dismissing the clear offer because his stomach ignited at the fact that Sal didn‘t hate him enough yet. “Maybe there is a tutor in Addisons Appartement, Room 402, who‘s free on the weekend.“ Sal couldn‘t help but smile under his mask as Travis huffed. “Fuck you, Fisher.“

Sal already forgot about his offer when lunch passed and his dad stood in the kitchen, washing their dishes, enjoying the background noise of his son watching TV with his cat. They were so engrossed in the VHS tape Sal put on that he didn‘t hear the door until his dad whistled from the kitchen. “Sally, door.“

“Huh? Oh. Yes, dad.“ He jumped to his feet, leaving Gizmo to the slasher movie he seemed to like. “Weird, Larry said he‘s busy“, Sal mumbled, opening the front door. “Oh.“ It was a knee jerk reaction from Sal because he expected everyone but Travis Phelps to knock at his door and truth be told, he looked like he‘d rather be anywhere else with the way his awkward greeting caught in his throat and died on his tongue as a huff. His eyes followed the way the blue strands hung over Sal‘s shoulders, the mask straps upsetting the smooth texture as a few chunks hung over the elastics. Travis hasn’t seen him with his hair down. He looked smaller in big sweatpants and a band shirt too.

“Travis?“ The boy‘s eyes snapped back to the mask in front of him. “So, algebra?“ Sal tilted his head a smidge. A small habit he picked up to better communicate what would otherwise be shown in his facial features. But it made Travis want to scream for a multitude of reasons as heat crept up his neck. “Obviously.“

Anyone else would‘ve told him to fix his tone or fuck off but Sal held open the door for him. It felt wrong but Travis took the invitation, rubbing his clammy hands on his pants. “Who is it?“, a deeper voice called and Travis almost jumped. He had to remind him this wasn‘t Kenneth. Mr Fisher wasn’t anything like his dad and he didn’t have to be on edge around the boy. “A friend“, Sal replied shortly, only getting an approving hum.

A friend. Did Sal see him as a friend? He couldn‘t dwell on it since he was pulled into the boy‘s bedroom that looked nothing like his. “Just sit anywhere.“ Sal wildly gestured into the room and Travis sat on the barely made bed as Sall dropped his books next to him.

Travis felt like there was something breathing down his neck the entire time they sat on Sal‘s bed. His shirt collar felt like it was about to cinch his neck closed, the dangling cross necklace he kept under his shirt felt hot to the touch like it burned the shape of Jesus into his chest with every sinful thought that crossed his mind as Sal explained the most bland and unerotic subject.

“Travis?“ The boy almost choked on his own spit.

“Romans 1:26-27.“ Travis stumbled over his own words but the verse was engraved into his head after writing and reciting it for a month straight under the stern eye of his father. There was a briefe silence for a moment.

“What?“ Sal looked up from the book in his lap.

“What?“ Travis felt breathless as he stared back at Sal. “Nothing“, he quickly added before Sal could even say anything else. “Explain that again?“ But he didn‘t. Instead, Sal pushed the book off his thigh, still staring the boy down. “Did you really come here for algebra, dude?“ No. “Yes.“ Travis fiddled with the hem of his shirt, not knowing if it was anxiety, anger or just bile scratching against his stomach lining to crawl out of him.

When Sal didn‘t say anything else Travis just reached over the boys lap to take the book himself but there was already a hand pressing against his shoulder. Travis hissed as he pulled his arm back, making Sal pull back just as fast. They stared at each other for a moment before Sal‘s gaze darted to his shoulder. “You fell pretty hard on that door.“ Travis clenched his jaw. “Shut up, Fisher, and back the fuck up.“

The boy shook his head, scooting away an inch. “Listen, you can say no because I would too but I can at least get you ointment for that.“ Sal gestured to his back and shoulder and something in Travis just crumbles as he lets his hands drop into his lap, staring them down to not look at Sal. “Ok. If it gets you off my back you parasite.“

Travis didn‘t plan this when he knocked on the apartment door. He expected to maybe stay 20 minutes before something would make him see red but all he saw was blue. Maybe he was cursed. All these years of plucking out the roots his father couldn’t reach were rendered worthless now that he sat on the rough carpet, holding his shirt up as Sal dug out the ointment.

How did he even get here? His heart beat in his throat when he felt a presence behind him. He felt the need to say something. He wanted to make it clear that this meant nothing to not make it weird but wouldn‘t that make it weirder? Wasn‘t this the same as his mother putting a bandaid on his cuts and whatever herbal mixture on his wounds? It wasn’t because he never felt the sick urge to kiss his mother.

“Ready?“, Sal asked, kneeling behind him with a glob of cool ointment on his index and middle finger. Fucking hell, why did he have to make it weird? He definitely had to say something now.

“It was my dad.“ Travis spoke fast enough to mutter his words but the long pause probably meant that Sal heard him anyway. He wanted to melt into the carpet, leave behind a stain on the boy‘s floor to annoy him just one last time. He didn‘t know what he expected him to say to that and he also didn‘t know why that was the thing he had to say. But Sal made it easy on him by just not answering at all. Instead, he dabbed the cream on the first bruise, making Travis inhale sharply but otherwise biting his tongue. Sal figured that Travis wanted to act tough by not showing that it hurt but actually, Travis didn‘t trust his voice under Sal‘s soft fingertips.

“Travis“, Sal spoke again. Travis wasn‘t sure if he hated the heavy silence more of the fact that Sal was the first to say something while he was rubbing little circles into his back. He didn‘t answer but that never held Sal back.

“Are you gay?“ His voice was so quiet that Travis wouldn‘t have heard it if they sat a little further apart but it had the same effect as screaming it for all of Nockfell to hear. Sal felt him tense up under his touch, already expecting him to jump up or at least yell at him. But neither of them did anything. Sal‘s fingers rested against the heating skin, feeling it rise with every ragged breath he managed to take. “Travis-“

“Fuck, Sal. What? Do you want me to tell you about the times my dad beat the gay out of me or do you prefer that time I wanted to kiss you in that gross fucking bathroom?“, the teen finally barked, letting his words sink in first before he hissed a quiet “shit“. The fingers on his back pulled away as Sal sat on his heels. “You wanted to kiss me?“, Sal repeated, slower than Travis but he just pressed the balls of his hands into his eyes until he saw shapes and felt like the pressure would crush his face. He heard Sal shuffle around the room, probably getting ready to throw him out like he should‘ve done a while ago. But the shuffling stopped in front of him and something told him not to look but cold hands were already on his wrists to peel his cramping hands from his face. Travis opened his eyes just in time to see that mask uncomfortably close but before he could say anything, there was an odd sensation on his lips with minimal pressure. Sal was kissing him and it snuffed the flame in his stomach for just a moment, allowing the torched butterflies to unfold their wings and fly high enough to even make his heart pump overtime. But the feeling was lost just as soon when Sal inched backwards, pulling his prosthetic back in place before Travis could even take any of this in.

“Sorry.“ Sal threw it into the room for Travis to interpret. But the gears in his head threatened to jump out of place already so he reached out to Sal who already flinched backwards, holding onto his mask. “You don‘t want that.“ Sal pushed his hand back a little. “How would you know?“ Travis furrowed his brows at him but he was thankful. He wasn‘t sure if he could take seeing the boy bare like that but he was craving that feeling his father tried to snuff so desperately.

Sal just shook his head as Travis inched closer. “I‘ll close my eyes.“ Now it was Sal‘s turn to hole up in silence, knowing that neither of them could handle the mask coming off. Something made him trust Travis‘ words as he opened the bottom clasp which was the cue for Travis to shut his eyes. He did and seconds later he felt Sal on him again. One hand clamping over his eyes just to make sure and the other fisting the front of his shirt.

This time Travis felt the cleft in Sal‘s lip and the scar tissue ripping up the soft skin. He leaned into the kiss. Where were his hands supposed to go? When Travis didn‘t find the answer his body moved on autopilot. One hand threaded through the surprisingly smooth strands as the other clung to the small of his back.

Travis should‘ve been grossed out by the drool pooling out of Sal‘s torn lip but he wasn‘t. He should be grossed out by Sal being a boy but he wasn‘t. When Sal pulled back he kept his hand over Travis‘ eyes while the other wiped the spit off his chin. The kiss alone was enough to patch up his murky fabric with bright blue strings that dominated the colors his father painted him in. Travis didn‘t know what would happen after high school. Hell, he didn‘t even know what would be tomorrow. But he didn‘t want the bright fibers to unravel him again.

A knock on the door startled both of them, making Sal pull his arm away and Travis rapidly blinking. He didn‘t notice the mangled face first as the unruly blue caught his eye. His hand did that. His heart beat in his throat again as he overheard Sal‘s father say something and Sal shooting a hum of agreement back. His prosthetic was already on his face again before Travis could catch anything besides the scar tissue crawling up his jaw and chin before splitting his lips and exposing teeth and gum.

Maybe blue was his favorite color.

[prismatica-the-strange]

(Fluster Friday) turned a whole story again… so enjoy? 😜

„I know this is an unusual situation, but I can assure you, you will get your private quarters back ASAP. Until then Colonel O‘Neill and Dr. Jackson as well as Major Carter and Dr. Dread will bunk up together. I apologize for the inconvenience. You are dismissed.“ OK, don’t panic. There has been a security breach and a couple of floors cannot be entered, and no one is allowed leave the mountain until the traitor is identified. Awesome. At least you can share a room with Sam, it’s going to be like a sleepover. She waves you over to speak to you „Hey, roomie!“ you greet her, as happy as the Situation allows.

„Yeah, about that… listen. You know I‘d love to share a room with you, but we’re trapped here for at least two weeks, everyone is on the hunt for any weird behavior, the improvised quarters are the only places without cameras, and I cannot go another two or more weeks without his touch. So please, please, please play along and let me bunk with Jack. I’m going crazy if I don’t get laid soon.“

you stare at her blankly „You‘re kidding, right?! Tell me you did not just ask me to sleep next to Daniel for two weeks! Sam! I can’t. He hates me. I cannot endure his toxic behavior for this long.“

she looks at you and continues „He definitely does not hate you. And I talk to him, he‘ll be the perfekt gentleman, nice and kind. Like always.“

„Like Always?! Sam, he cannot stand to be near me. As soon as I enter a room he leaves! WTF?!“

„Pleeeeeeeaaaase 🥺🥺🥺“ She begs

„fine. But you owe be therapy and a big favor!“ screw it, you’re just a big softie for their secret relationship. Here we go, two weeks of cold shoulders and silence ahead of you. Great.

When you enter „your“ room Daniel is already there, he‘s taken the right side of the only (great. Just great.) bed and the desk is already a mess of books and papers. You straighten your shoulders and look at him:

„Listen, Daniel. I know you’re not a fan of mine, and I‘m sorry that you’re annoyed with my presence here. I’m doing Sam and Jack a favor, just like you. So can we please at least try to get along? I promise I won’t bother you if possible. I just a place for my laptop and you can have whatever else you need.“

„Who told you that?“ he asks you.

„Told me what?“ you ask back.

„That I don‘t like you.“ he clarifies.

„No one, but you with your very distinctive behavior.“ you shoot back. What the fuck is wrong with him?!

„What did I do?“ he asks again.

You are about to lose your patience. „Daniel do you think I‘m stupid? Are you enjoying this?! What did you do?! Well let’s see… you always leave the room as soon as I enter, you never even talk to me, in fact this is the longest conversation we had in weeks, when we walk by each other in the hallway you make an effort to look away, I’m convinced one time you nearly threw up when you saw me… you obviously hate me.“ you are nearly screaming now you don’t remember the last time you were this hurt.

„No!“ he says. „No no no no… oh my god… You‘ve got that all wrong.“ he babbles.

„Yeah, sorry my bad!“ you‘re close to crying now.

„I think you are exceptionally bright and you mind is amazing. I’m enjoying talking to you, but this conversation is going in the wrong direction. I‘m stupid! And here is why: I leave the room, because you smell nice and I cannot form a coherent thought when you are near me, I start sweating and I get anxious that you might notice. So I run away. I love talking to you but as I mentioned before my brain just shuts of and I don’t know what to say, so I say nothing. I don’t look away on purpose, but one time I ran full force against a security door because I was distracted by you, and that hurt a lot, so now I’m kinda scared this will happen again, and I was chocking on my oatmeal because you smiled at me and I lost it. I’m a decent linguist and an absolute idiot, that brings me in the fun situation that I don’t know how to tell you that I love you in 23 different languages.“

*Silence*

„You what?“ Is the only answer you can manage.

„Love you?“ 🥺 he says, half hopeful half sad. „Listen, It’s ok, if you don’t Love or even like me back. Given how I made you feel. And for the record: I’m very sorry for that! But I figured there is no way around telling you, since we have to share this room now. So it probably will still be awkward, but at least you know it’s not like you thought. Could you please say something. I’m starting to get anxious again.“

*Silence*

„Bunny please, say something. Anything.“ he begs you.

You are still in shock but you have mercy, and obviously bad impulse control because the next Second your throwing yourself in his arms. Daniel is shocked and doesn’t move, to scared to scare you away again.

„You know,“ you start talking „you do smell very nice as well.“ he relaxes into your embrace. „And I like talking to you as well,“ his arms circle around your waist „here are no dangerous doors, that could hurt you,“ he allows his head to lower onto yours „so we can look and smile and talk and even touch all we want. We have at least two weeks time to figure this, us, out.“ he lets out a long breath. His whole body relaxes against yours.

„You’re not mad?“ he asks hopefully.

„I was. And I‘m still not sure what’s going to come out of this. But this is nice. And since my thinking got us in this misunderstanding I‘m going with my intuition from now on. And my intuition tells me to trust you.“

„Don’t worry! I’m not going to take advantage of this situation. You will not be harassed by me, I hope you know that.“ he tells you while he goes over to the desk to take a sip of water.

„Yeah I know that.“ you tell him smiling „but mostly because it’s not harassment if I consent.“

He nearly chokes on his water. The two weeks ahead are going to be more fun than you thought.

This is so cute!!!!

I can clearly picture him running full force into a door because he's too busy staring at Bunny, and after they get together it starts happening again. And she has to hold back giggles when she hurries over to make sure he's alright.

I just love that he get's so anxious around her because he likes her so much 🥺🥺 and then he's just completely baffled when she tells him that she knows he hates her because he doesn't realize he's been acting like an idiot.

Also the SamxJack subplot is amazing and I love them, omg 😍😍

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the cut that always bleeds - kevaaron au pt 3

kejerejean stans? this one is for you. no seriously this one is out of jean‘s point of view? cuz honestly i love that hoe so much. as always get your tissues ready guys. this is actually kinda long? and a mess? and no one beta read it so if there are mistakes or it doesn‘t make sense i‘m sorry!! this is not that sad? tw: mention of murder, mention of physically hurting someone, mention of stabbing, mention of the nest, mention of trauma

check this out to find the other parts:)

Jean has always been a light sleeper. He had to be in order to survive the horrors of Evermore.

So naturally the sobs - as silent as they might have been - woke him up. His eyes opened at once, he sat straight up. Almost automatically he got to his feet and left the room to get to Kevin.

After all, comforting Kevin was like breathing to him.

Jeremy followed Jean, because he would always follow Jean. Jeremy was like a moth and Jean was the light. Wherever he went Jer would follow.

So they went to Kevin‘s room. The striker laid in his bed, curled up, phone in his hand, uncontrollable sobs escaping his mouth.

„I see you took the call this time“, Jean said, surprisingly gentle.

„I wanted to end it. I wanted to have a clear cut. So tell me, why does the cut still bleed?“, Kevin whispered, his voice barely audible.

„Because it‘s a cut that always bleeds“, Jeremy told Kevin as he came closer, carefully and ever so gentle placing his hands on the other boy‘s back.

„He said he wants me to come back to him“, Kevin whispered while holding onto himself as if to try to stop himself from falling apart. „He told me he misses me. That he only gets high when he misses me“

It was quiet in the dark room, shadows were dancing, just as Aaron and Kevin used to dance in the dead of night underneath the night sky.

„You did the right thing Kev“, Jean replied in French while he got into the Bed behind Kevin. Just like they used to do in the Nest.

When Kevin was in his arms he began to hum a French lullaby into his ear.

Jeremy joined them after a second of admiring his beautiful boyfriend and the broken boy in his arms.

„Dude, do you want something? Hot coca? A special Knoxian hug? Us to get Andrew to gut that bastard? Wait, hold on. I forgot. Twin brother. Well, I can gut him for you? Andrew and this is a word by word quote told be once ‚You‘re like a little unicorn in a world full of wolfs with razor sharp teeths, learn to gut the wolfs, stay safe‘, so he taught me how to stab someone? Yeah okay that is not the topic right now, I can still gut Aaron though. I mean Andrew would try to hurt me, but then again I‘m his best friend so he does not have the rights to gut me, right?“, Jeremy offered him a toothy grin, while his hand wandred to his neck rubbing it nervously.

„Can you please not gut him? First of all: Andrew already tried to choke me once when Josten was in danger and I told them where he was, cause apparently yOu DoN‘t KeEp ThOsE tHiNgS tO yOuRsElF yOu FuCkInG mOrOn. I think you do keep those things to yourself if the other option is to get fucking murdered by the mafia??? But what do I know, am I right? After all I‘m just a narcistic, Exy-obsessed asshole without a personality. Bonus I have anxiety, panic attacks, probably depression and I‘m unlovable“, Kevin mumbled into his pillow, the voices of the other foxes, of the other teams inside of his head.

„Did they tell you that?“, Jeremy asked, not quite able to hide the sadness and pain in his voice.

„Doesn‘t eveyone think that?“, Kevin asked. „I mean I think they tend to forget that the woman who gave birth to me, the last woman who geniuely loved me besides maybe Abby, invented the job. I think they tend to forget that the fucking mafia killed her when they found out I‘m not theirs by nature, so the only solution was apparently fucking murder. Then they kidnapped me, brainwashed and tortured me to the point where all I knew was Exy. Oh and maybe they also tend to forget that Ravens were only ever allowed to do Exy, if you were privilegded enough sleep, and do more Exy“

„Kevin you are so much more than that“, Jean whispered into Kevin‘s ear while pressing him against his chest. Just as they used to do in the Nest. „I might be mad at you, because you left me alone with those psychopaths. I used to think you didn‘t care about me. But you were just like me, okay with less scars and less you know. However I cannot say I wouldn‘t have done the same. I understand you now, Kevin. And please, please stop saying those things. And now let us cuddle you and let Jer go through his ridiculous post break-up list. We‘re gonna cuddle you and all you have to do is trying to fall asleep. Used to help me when I was alone at USC. Could only sleep properly when someone held me. Well, Jeremy. Tomorrow we‘ll shove unhealthy food down your throat and watch Downton Abbey or whatever those historcial dramas you love so much are called. While stroking your hand or whatever you‘re into big boy. Afterwards we‘ll take the dogs out and force you to watch the fucking sunset. And I‘ll hold your fucking hand“

Kevin supposed the middle of the night was the time of long lost truths. „Okay“, he mumbled while he moved closer to Jean. Replacing his smell with Jean‘s. It took him a while to fall asleep but he managed.

At the same time Jeremy said „Mi amor, I love you, I really do, but that was literally the most romantic thing you said in the past two years? That is way more romantic than ANY date you ever planned for me? Rude? The audacity?“

„Moi soleil, you don‘t have the ‚cult kidnapped me and tortured me‘ card you can pull, you get the bonus treatmeant of any other people. Besides I literally have matching tattoos with you? I drew you like multiply times? I wrote like a dozen poems and at LEAST one short story? I wrote you a fucking lullaby? You have no right to complain right now, or you‘ll loose your kissing privileges and I give them to Kevin“

„Eww gross“, Kevin mumbled.

„I don‘t remeber you saying that back in the Nest“, Jean replied, poking his cheek.

Kevin didn‘t have the energy to answer. It was a long day. Sleep could have him for the day. Death’s little sister might claim him for the night.

This night he dreamed about Aaron. Strong arms around his waist. Golden eyes locking with smaragd ones. They were on some lonely beach, kissing lazily while the water kissed their feet. It was a beautiful day. Not as beautiful as Aaron, but then again nothing would ever be as beautiful as this specific piece of art. Everything was alright. Everything was good. Why couldn‘t it be the real Aaron and the real Kevin on that beach.

At about noon Kevin woke up to a drooling Jeremy on his stomach and the smell of waffles and soft French swearing in the kitchen. Softly Kevin woke Jeremy up.

„Sorry I always end up on weird angles and drooling on random guys. Jean used to get so mad when I fell asleep in his lap. But you can‘t take him serious when he looks with you with heart eyes trying to be Mad, can you? Anyways we should probably go to him and help him? Oh wait hold on a hot second there. I‘m banned from the kitche, so we can sleep? Right? Right?“

„I hate to break this to you Jer, but it‘s noon. So, no we cannot sleep. You can choose my clothes, though. I know you love going through my stuff and playing dress the doll, Kevin Day edition“, Kevin almost smiled at Jeremy, when he looked up at him pouting.

Then he remembered another blonde boy, pouting at him when he told him no. Another constellation of freckles around another, straight, perfect nose. Sinful lips softly turned up, trying to look mad. Hazel eyes instead of ocean blue ones. Messy blonde curles, instead of soft badly dyed ginger ones. Strong arms instead of lean ones covered in flower tattoos. God, Kevin missed his Aaron.

No, not his. Not anymore

„Okay, but you have to wear to fab outfit I‘ll throw in your face“, Jeremy gave him another easy, toothy grin.

Slowly the other boy got out of bed and went over to the cabet. Slowly Jer went through Kevin‘s cloths. After a while he slowly turned around, holding a jersey that is obviously by far too small for Kevin in front of his face. „What is that? Why do you still have his jersey? Babe, you gotta get rid of that, rather sooner than later“

Jeremy had the weird habit of calling his friends babe, baby, dude or bro. Before Jean he called his boyfriends bro or dude as well, but Jean was so confused by it he quickly stopped doing it.

„First of all: I‘m a weak ass bitch, it smelled of it. And secondly maybe I wanna stab it once I‘m over the phase where I‘m like madly missing him?. I‘d just put it into a pillow, stab at it like a maniac and then set it on fire. I didn‘t grow up with a psychopath as my supposed best friend for nothing Jer“

„Okay? Well I got your clothes. And you‘ll look amazing, cause it‘s the FOX ONSIE I GOT YOU!!! I‘ll wear my onsie as well, and I‘ll force Jean to wear his one as well!! Much fun!! Much wholesome!!“

So that‘s how Kevin Day, queen of Exy, landed sandwiched between his childhood crush and long life crush on their couch, watching Downton Abbey with a plate of waffles on his lap. This was nice. He might had actually enjoyed it, if this wasn‘t his and Aaron‘s show. They used to watch it, cry over it together, make out while watching it.

Thank God didn‘t actually touch him while watching Downton Abbey, he was good at daydreaming. Kevin would just had preteneded that it was Aaron and he thought him breathing Aaron‘s name was the last thing any of them needed today.

After their Downton Abbey marathon they ordered pizza, against Kevin‘s better judgement. Another traditon Kevin shared with Aaron. At finals Aaron would often forget to eat and Kevin was too big of a mess to be bothered to cook so he would end up ordering something every single day and feeding it Aaron while he studied on the floor. Occasionally he would earn a soft kiss, growing hungrier when the night grew darker. God Kevin missed the soft lips on his own.

Kevin would have enjoyed the beach, wouldn‘t he be dressed in a fox onsie, holding hands with a 6“5 guy who looked like he both could and would kill you in a unicorn onsie holding two tiny dogs in his other hand and with a 5“4 dude in a matching unicorn onsie with two dogs that were almost bigger than him.

At least this didn‘t remind him on Aaron.

Well, actually. The way the ocean softly kissed the sand, reminded him of his dream. And of the endless trips to the beach, sleeping in the car, Aaron on top of him. Lazy kisses and warm hugs. It was the first place Aaron took Kevin after their rehab. It was the first night they spent together, as sober men. Well, not sober per se. But drunk and high on each others love. It might had been the most painful memory of the day. God he missed those strong arms around his waist.

Nontheless the pain got less, he felt almost numb. Kevin liked feeling numb. Nothing hurt when you feel numb.

The sunset was beautiful. It reminded him of golden hairs, freckles standing against golden skin, soft lips at his ears, his neck, the corner of his lips.

„Aaron you‘re supposed to look at the sunset, you shithead“, Kevin used to smile down at him. „But I‘m already looking at the most beautfiul thing this world has to offer“, Aaron replied smoothly, locking eyes with Kevin.

When the moon took the place of his long lost lover they decided to go back.

It was safe to say that no one dared to think that someone would wait for them there. Especially not the one person they tried to avoid by all means the entire day.

„You said to stop calling. Never mentioned face to face conversations“, a husky voice said. And Kevin‘s world stopped.

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Problem Child (MHA Headcannons)

I work a lot with kids and teens and was literally a teenager a few months ago myself lol, so I know just how much of little shits they can be.

I always see such cute stories and headcanons with fathers and their sweet adorable children/babies, but what happens when they get older and less… adorable?

Well…

HnM💕

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💥Bakugou: 

Bakugou’s teenage daughter is probably his carbon copy. The proud attitude and sassy wit would be praised and held on an adorable pedestal when she was a little girl, but when she becomes a teenager, it is not nearly as cute.

“What the hell!? Get out of my room, dad!” She would scream at her father as he barged in her room, “It’s like you never learned how to knock!”  

He would instantly get triggered by her loud mouth, “It’s my damn house. I can go wherever I want, whenever I want!” he would scream before something shiny on the corner of her nightstand caught his attention, “What’s that.”

His daughter would immediately scramble to conceal the golden package, “None of your business,” she tucks it in her drawer.

“No! What the fuck was that?!” He has a slight idea of what it might be but he prays to god that he is wrong as he storms over to her dresser and rips it open.

“Dad!” his fifteen year old daughter shrieks as she feebly attempts to slam the drawer back shut-- not caring at all about Bakugou’s fingers, “The fuck’s your problem?!”

Bakugou’s rigid arms would hold the drawer open as his eyes blankly stare at the horror scene in front of him, “W-what are you doing with condoms?!” His eyes are wide. 

“Fucking figure it out! God!” His not-so-little girl finally slams the drawer back shut, effectively snapping him out of his daze.

He rips his furious eyes toward her direction, “YOU ARE NEVER LEAVING THIS HOUSE AGAIN, YOU HEAR ME?! GET USED TO THESE WALLS BECAUSE THEY ARE THE ONLY THING YOU’LL SEE FROM NOW ON!”

“The fuck I am!”

His significant other would have to spend the next few hours talking him down from killing every single boy his daughter had ever come into contact with.

He wouldn't be able to look his daughter in the eyes for the following days, but sooner or later he got over his anger and even eventually talked to her about more effective forms of birth control. (God was that a spectacle)

Todoroki: 

Probably going to be a super passive parent, especially with his teens. He doesn't want to be overbearing and controlling like his father was.

His teens might learn to take advantage of this. I could see his kids going to him if the other parent says no to something. This would probably lead to a lot of confusion within the Todoroki household. Lol

He isn't a complete idiot though, he would get wiser to his teenager’s antics and eventually put his foot down.

Or... at least attempt too.

He would probably be a huge softy for his kids and end up giving in to them regardless. 

Izuku: 

He would for sure be a helicopter parent. It would be touching and adorable for him to cry when his son leaves for his first day of Elementary school, but it would be less cute when he is a whole ass teenager and he still wants to drop by his middle school to “check in on him.”

“Dude… is that your dad. Again?” one of his son’s classmates would point out to him as he gawked at the hoard of paparazzi in school’s front entrance. 

“Please, god no,” Izuku’s son would cower into his arms at his desk.

However, he knew that he would have to confront his father sooner or later, “Dad! What are you doing here?”

“You left your applesauce on the kitchen counter this morning, I just thought I‘d stop by and bring it to you while I was on patrol today, son.”

Fucking applesauce!?!

The younger Midoriya would have to fight the urge to face-palm, opting for a heavy sigh instead, “I’m not five years old! I don’t need my dad to drop off snacks for me!”

The sudden outburst would slightly wound the fragile father, “Y-you’re right…” Izuku would immediately understand the new boundary and respect it, “Sorry son, I-I’ll just go then,” he would still hand the sauce over to his son.

As he turns to leave his son would feel a pulse of guilt, “Wait… Thank you… Just stop breathing down my neck so much, okay?”

“Alright!” The apology would fill the father would a sense of vigor. He would turn back around to leave on a much happier not until--

“Oh, wait!” Izuku almost forgot something! “I LOVE YOU, SON!” he shouts from across the courtyard. 

Giggles from the other kids could be heard as his son ducks shamefully into himself, “L-love you too…dad...” the boy’s face falls into a deep shade of red as people stare at him. 

Shinsou:

He would never mind control his children, but he would be lying if he said that it wasn’t tempting every now and then.

He would probably be the type of person that prefers smaller children to teenagers for some reason. As the feeling of being needed diminishes and his children grow more and more independent, he would begin feeling a little left out of their everyday lives.

He would for sure be the type of person that tries to hang onto his children's childhoods for as long as he can. The first time that his kids go out “without” parental supervision to like the mall or movies, or something, he would secretly tag along. 

He would leave after he felt comfortable enough.

Holy shit! If he got caught though? 

His kids would probably never let him hear the end of it. I feel like he would be very embarrassed because everyone would would be able to see that he did it for him and not for his kids lol.

“Awh, dad you just want us to stay little forever, don’t you?”

“I was just trying to make sure that you guys would be okay,” he would immediately retort, as if the speed of his response could cover his obvious lying. 

“Apparently we weren't the ones needing to be checked up on! You okay?”

He really wasn’t okay.

Why do kids have to grow up so fast?!

Kirishima: 

Will be very straight up and direct with his children. He will always tell them when they are not being their best selves.

Even though he is probably the most supportive guy in the world, his son will still probably hide things from him because his overwhelming positivity and wish to better himself and others can be.. well... a bit much. 

“LET”S GO GET SOME REPS IN!” Kiri would burst into his 16 year old son’s room, but finds that he is on the phone with someone, “Who’s that on the phone?”

The boy would immediately hang up the phone and stare wide-eyes at his father, “Uhhh... grandma?” he obviously lies. 

“Huh. But your grandma is in a different time zone... it’s 3 am for her...” Kirishima would bait his son to tell the truth. 

Knowing that he had been caught and that there was no backing out, he would reluctantly tell the truth, “It’s... my boyfriend.”

“BOYFRIEND?! Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing someone, son?? Have em over tonight! I’d love to meet him! I bet he’s great! Does your mother know?! I’ll call her as soon as I can and let her know the great news--”

“No, no, no! Stop!” the young boy would frantically interrupt, “Uh, Thanks... but h-he’s not coming over, could you... get out of my room please?”

Kirishima would turn a little red at the realization that he had gone a little off of the deep end, “Oh... okay... Sorry for that,” he would nervously laugh as he backed out of the room, “I guess I did get a little ahead of myself, huh?”

“Yeah...” His son would purse his lips as the two made awkward, prolonged, eye contact. 

“Okay.... Well, you want the door open or shut?”

“Shut would be fine,”

“Alright,” Kiri would begin shutting the door only to stick his head on one more time,“Love ya.” he would softly speak into the room. 

“Bye...” as soon as the door is shut his son flops tiredly onto his bed.

Kaminari:

He would always be a teenage boy at heart so him and his kids would actually get a long very well—maybe too well.

He would catch his children trying to sneak out of the house and set up little boobie traps for them outside of the window they sneak out of. He would never tell his s/o about them sneaking out because, hey, if they avoided his boobie traps, they probably deserved it!

When his kids were caught they usually wouldn’t even want to go out anymore as they were typically covered in syrup, or blasted with paint-balls, or soaking wet with tomato sauce or some other random thing.

Every now and then, when his kids would successfully pass a boobie trap, however, he would up his game.

This leads to the game always evolving.

His kids respect the hell out of him, because they love him so much, but this little game they have going with him is too fun to give up!

Iida: 

He had always been told that he was a bit overbearing, and would wanna correct that about himself before he had children.

Iida would be the type of father that would read up on parenting magazines, so he wouldn’t be too authoritarian and would like for his kids to make the right decisions on their own… but damn was it hard for him to just sit back and watch.

He would be walking by, when the sight of his daughter relaxing on the living room on her phone would catch his attention. She has a series of textbooks sprawled out in front of her, but is paying them no mind. “Sweetheart? Shouldn’t you be studying right now?”

“Yeah, probably. I’ll get on it in a minute…” she would absentmindedly reply as her eyes stayed glued onto her phone. 

“Okay…” he would reply as he continued doing whatever it was he was doing before he got distracted; however when he passed by the living room again, he noticed that his daughter was still in the same position that he had left her in,  “Ahem!”

The young girl knew well what this meant as she looked up to acknowledge Iida, “Yes, father?”

“There’s no time like the present, you know,” he reminded her. 

“Thanks… I’ll remember that,” even though she knew exactly what he had been trying to imply, she looked back to her phone in a small bout of rebellion. 

This would be the last straw for Iida, “I know that you are a fine student and all; however, I just think that you should—”

“FINE,” she would loudly sigh as she throws her phone to away to the couch, I’ll do my homework right now!”

“That’s my girl!”

“Of course,” she would smile back with just a hint of resentment. 

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Summary: Sweet Pea/Reader Request: Sweet Pea and reader have been together and fangs has always been in love with her. One night they’re all at the wyrm and out of nowhere fangs goes “why didn’t you pick me” and it gets really angsty. Sweet Pea and reader stay together though!

It’d been easier to ignore Fangs’s looks and how he acted around you when everyone else was around; the less people the harder it was to ignore. It wasn’t a problem; the fact Fangs and Sweet Pea were pretty inseparable before you and Sweet Pea had started dating made it easier for Fangs to keep whatever he felt for you hidden; if only to spare himself and Sweet Pea the potential fight. You weren’t sure how to convey there would never be a fight; you wouldn’t choose anyone besides Sweet Pea.

It had been a slow day at the Wyrm; a slow night the day before and school had dragged on. You could tell everyone was a little bit frayed when Jughead suggested a round of Sins and Secrets you hadn’t be that shocked when everyone else had shot it down. He’d huffed and complained before talking about going to Pop’s; Toni, Cheryl and most of the Serpent’s following. You’d been horrified to watch them all leave; leaving you, Fangs and Sweet Pea alone for the first time in months.

“Can you two survive without doing anything stupid while I get Pop’s?” “Couldn’t we have just gone with Jones?” You laugh and Sweet Pea shakes his head. “Well you couldn’t go; since you’re on call so-“ He trails off as he walks out of the door and you avoid trying to look at Fangs who nudges you. “I know; I just, can we actually talk.” He sighs and you wrinkle your nose. “About what?” “I like you. A lot; I just; I don’t see why you didn’t pick me; Sweet Pea and I are basically the same. Sure he was in the Serpent’s first but come on. What does he have that I don’t?” “Fangs; please don’t. It’s not going to happen.” You bite the inside of your cheek at the pain that crosses his face. “Fangs’ I love you just not like I love Sweet Pea; I know that you don’t see it like that, but I do love you, as a friend; as a brother. Not how I love Sweet Pea. I want the best for you; but it can’t be with me as your girlfriend. You’re amazing and-“ You sigh watching as he almost curls in on himself before he swallows; you can tell he’s trying not to cry.

“Fang; I’m so-“ “I know. I know you don’t want me like you want Sweet Pea. I understand. It-“ “It’s nothing to do with you as a person just…” You shrug and Fangs winces. “You can’t help who you love; can’t help how you feel. It’s alright Y/N. I know; I’m sorry I keep bringing it up, you always look like your in pain when we’re alone and I want that to stop.” “Then accept I don’t want you.” You scowl when he tries to cough to cover a sob. “I do, I know you don’t want me.” “They why do you keep bringing it up! If you want me to not be in pain or upset every time we’re alone then let it go!” “I can’t just pretend I don’t love you! You can’t expect me to just bury that.” “I do! You’re never going to get with me. I’m never going to want you. If I wanted you I wouldn’t be dating Sweet Pea; and I‘d probably be in this position with him if I was with you.” “No you wouldn’t!” “And you know that for a fact?” “He only got with you cause I bet him he couldn’t!” Fangs snarls and freezes as you do. “He what?” You whisper turning when the door opens again.

“I got cheese fries so they might have clumped together and; oh christ, what did I miss you’re both crying.” “Nothing; we got in a fight.” “I can see that Fangs what-“ Sweet Pea starts and you pull back into the staff area locking the door. “Y/N? You okay babe?” “Ask Fangs.” You sigh leaning against the door; unlocking it and peaking out watching as Sweet Pea vaults over the counter backing Fangs into the wall. “The fuck did you do to her Fangs?” “Just told her you asked her out cause I bet you about it.” You’re waiting for Sweet Pea to deny it; to catch Fangs out in a lie; instead you choke when Sweet Pea sinks into himself. “You said you wouldn’t tell her.” He shivers like a child caught out in a lie and you try your best to remember how to breathe. “You have no idea how in love she is with you; do you?” “I do I just-“

“No Sweet’s you don’t. She’d do anything for you; hell she put up with me whining about her being with you; cause I’m your best friend.” “Come on Fangs; everyone knows you have a crush on her.” “Yeah and she still sits next to me when we go to Pop’s she still laughs and smiles at me; and god she must know how much it hurts when she looks at me like we could have been something but you’re here and it’s fine. I swear it is; I want her happy before I’m happy. But you; you have no clue what she must put herself through.” “Fangs it’s not that deep.” “Okay. If it’s not that’s fine but you have to at least understand how much all the little things you don’t do hurt me to see.” “Oh really? What things do I not catch then?” “Well for one Y/N’s been standing listening to us for the past I dunno when did you shove me against the wall?”

“No she-“ He freezes and you shrug at him trying to lean casually against the wall. “We can talk about it at home.” “Can we? Apparently according to Fang’s you didn’t notice he’s been in love with me? Or that I’ve let it slide cause he’s your best friend.” “You don’t have to let it slide or whatever you should have told me it was bothering you!” Sweet pea scowls and you shrug. “I can’t change his feelings for me; I made it clear I’m not interested in him and left it at that; I’m not going out of my way to make one of my friends; and your best friend hate me; that would make everything way more awkward than it is now.” “He doesn’t matter! You matter to me, I want you happy and comfortable and-“

“Fangs doesn’t matter to you?” You look from Sweet Pea to Fangs who looks worse than when you rejected him. “Fangs I didn’t mean-“ “You said it; must have meant it at least a little.” “No Fangs; come back.” Sweet Pea leaves after him and you cringe when FP walks out of the back. “You can go home now. Take the week off. We’ll still be standing when you get back.” He pats your shoulder as you leave returning to your own home; noticing Sweet Peas not at his and it doesn’t seem like anyone’s home at Fang’s house either.

You don’t see either of them for the rest of the week and neither of them look at you when they walk by at school on Monday. Toni shoots you a worried glance and you shrug; confused when at lunch they’re sitting and joking ignoring you. “Okay did I miss the ‘Y/N’s invisible’ memo or something?” You frown at them and they turn to face you for the first time that day. “No memo; just needed some guy time.” “So the last two days was what? A life changing road trip? Therapy? Is everything okay with you two now?”

“Oh no, it’s not; but we’ve buried it for now. It won’t be a problem.” “Sweet’s you two need to talk about it; we all do. A proper no one leaves the room till it’s settled talk.” “There’s nothing to settle, you picked me; you stay with me, Fang’s accepts it; we all move on.” “The part about the bet; that was Fang’s lying right?” “Yeah sure.” “Sweet Pea.” He avoids looking you in the eyes once more. “Fang’s wasn’t lying.”

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[osamusriceballs]

Hey!! I got a request for tsumu🥰. So his gf like never cries and they get in a fight and then she starts crying and is all like “wth I never cry” and then tsumu tries to make it up to her in bed. THANKSSS

BBY! MY SWEET CUTE LITTLE BABY😫💖💖

*clears throat* *me trying to stay calm*

Hey!

YOU HAD ME AT TSUMU- AND WOAHHHH HIM TRYING TO MAKE UP IN BED FOR IT OMG- THAT POWER- 🥵

Like- you know you can ask for ANYTHING at that moment?! He‘d do literally ANYTHING to make you feel better- you‘d get his fingers, his cock, or his tongue- JUST ANYTHING 👀😋

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“Babe, I‘m sorry,“ he mumbled right next to your ear, his chest against your back, his hands around your waist to press your body closer against his.

“Shut up, Atsumu.“ you hissed, wiping away the last tears. Your sadness turned to anger real quick, but Atsumu was still shocked after he saw you cry. You never cried. He really messed up this time. You, using his full name was also a sign of that.

“Babe, ya know I love ya. Please, let me make up for ya,“ his voice was unusually soft, just like his hands that roamed over your body.

“Shut up! I don‘t want to hear you talking right now!“

“How about I stop talkin‘ then? I can keep my tongue busy with somethin‘ else.“ he mumbled before he kitten-licked over your bare shoulder- and felt the shiver that ran down your spine. Seems like he was right- you still craved for his touch. He just knew your body too well.

“I can eat ya out- no teasin‘, I promise. Or do ya want my fingers first?“ his hands moved down to your panties, quickly pulling them down, and leaving your sex exposed to the cold air.

“Tsumu- I‘m still mad! Don‘t try to- ahh-“ you involuntarily moan when his big palm pressed against your clit.

“Ya like that, hmm? Babe, I‘d do anything for ya. Just tell me what ya want.“ he pressed soft kisses against your neck with every word he said, and you can‘t help, but to press your ass against his crotch.

“Tsumu- I‘m still mad- but- but can you- ahh- just- just fuck me- please.“ he was only rubbing against your clit, and you were already out of breath- and the thought of him fucking you without teasing you first- with him at your mercy, with him doing everything you asked him for. You‘d be lying if you didn’t say it was appealing.

“Yer wish is my command.“ his tone wasn’t the slightest bit mocking. He‘d do anything you asked for, giving everything he had to satisfy you, to make you forgive him.

He gently placed you on your back, quickly pressing a soft peck to your lips before he pulled his boxers down, his cock already hard and throbbing in his hand.

He pushed into you so softly, not breaking eye contact for a second, while he watched your face contort with pleasure. The way your mouth fell open, and how your eyes rolled back in bliss- he couldn’t get enough of that sight. At any other day he would just fully shove himself inside; unable to hold back when you moaned his name- but not today. This was all about you.

He took your hand and slightly squeezed it, causing you to gasp surprised.

“Babe- I‘ll go slow tonight. Just tell me when ya want me to go faster.“ with that his hips snapped back, and fully bucked into you again.

You slightly screamed and squeezed his hand, and he looked down at you with a loving- but also slightly shy- smile. “All for ya, Babe. I‘ll do everything for you, cause I love ya. Just lay back and relax. I’ll do all the work, and make ya feel good.“

And with that he starts to thrust slowly into you, attentively observing your face while he fucked you slowly, and whispering “I love ya“ into your ear with every thrust, until you came undone under him, until you were finally able to forgive him.

[narwalbby]

👉👈 headcanons of your favorite assclass boys as your boyfriends🥺pweasee

You just love seeing people self Ship, I get it =.=

Nah I‘m messing with you, I love you for this Lizzie shshshhs ✨💞

Just hope nobody thinks I‘m annoying for this nghhh

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Self Ship Alert 🚨

Karma

NGHHHH PURE CHAOS

We probably break up 5 times a day and get back together because we’re clowns 🤡

Many arguments, he screams a lot and I‘m always crying then

Karma isn’t really affectionate in public, but he can be possessive sometimes

Tbh I‘d just hold his hand all of the time

I kinda feel bad for him because I‘m so fucking insecure he‘d think it’s annoying

I just... wanna lay my head on his lap and talk to him about anything we can think of

Sending each other memes at 2AM? Hell yeah

Our galleries are full of ugly ass pics of each other I can tell you that

I‘d say I‘m a good listener so I‘d listen to all his problems

It’s hard for him to open up but eventually he does

How his parents neglected him, how the teachers only disappointed him

He‘d tell me everything

And I‘d listen

We cry a lot okay (At least I do🤡)

He loves it when I play with his hair

And I love his fangs (THEYRE SO CUTE I ABSOSNELWME I‘m Simping)

My parents hate him (jk they don’t, they‘d just be traumatized)

I always carry bandaids for mah boy, in case he fights again

Also I make sure this bitch stays hydrated bc I care about other people‘s health okay 😡😡

He teased me a lot about being taller than him

But I started crying and he never did it again

(I hate my height and I hate people making jokes about me being tall so yeah HAHSH)

I‘m hurt easily, but Karma reassures me that he‘s just kidding and kisses my forehead to calm me down

Useless when I have panic attacks but that’s fine, I still love him

Movie dates 🥺✨

Even tho I‘m taller I‘m still gonna steal his clothes, watch me hoes 💀🖕🏼

Kissing his cheek results in him blushing softly and It’s so adorable I can tell you

Makes fun of me bc I suck at math but it’s fair HSHS

Gakushu

I don’t even know HOW this would work

I‘d start shit with his Dad and nobody can stop me >:(

Listen, I‘m a very dumb person, he‘d probably hate me so IDK how this would work HAHSHSH

Okay but he gives me turtoring lessons and they‘re kinda cute

I‘m very affectionate and if I love someone, I SIMP

I‘ll hold this mans Hand while solving math problems like a Champ 😤

Helping him with Issues like I always do

He‘s probably never seen anybody as crazy as me

Calls me brain dead on a daily basis

He often sleeps at my house to get away from his dad

And I can tell you, If I told my parents what his Dad did they‘d ruin this mans whole career 💀

I give him kisses on the nose

Because he looks cute when I do it

My parents love him because 1. My grades get better and 2. He‘s polite as hell

Teaches me how to dance and play guitar because that‘s what I always wanted to learn

Best self-defense Teacher I can tell

Very emotional around each other

He says I don’t need anything to be insecure about and I cry

His friends are cool, I‘d get along with them if I weren’t so dumb-

(I‘ll stop saying how dumb I am now)

He is touch starved so bad

He loves hugs and kisses but he‘d never admit it. Don’t let yourself be fooled by his attitude 👀

All in all 9/10

I‘d have to show him memes and Vines and stuff, but he ends up thinking these things are hilarious

Vine lover now, and he owns a meme account against his Father

Always texts me to go to sleep if I‘m awake for too long

Cares about my health but I don’t care about mine so 🤡

Itona

Idk how this would work either

Like, I‘m not even the 'prettiest girl' in his eyes

He likes big tiddy girls and I don’t have shit on my chest I can tell you that

And I‘m ??? Lowkey Ugly ??? But also a Queen hhh

My Dad owns a Drone too, so the both of them would have bonding time while flying their Drones

Very Touch starved

He loves head pats

And he also loves sitting on my lap while hugging me but he‘d never admit that

Squishing his cheeks is a must

Itona doesn’t really have a home I think, so my Parents allow him to stay at my house for as long as he wants to

He sleeps in my room

That wasn’t a good Idea because we‘re staying up until 3AM watching YouTube or gaming together

We play Animal Crossing hehe~

I hate to fall asleep after him so he alway forces himself to stay awake until I fall asleep

Doesn’t understand my obsession for Narwal but that’s okay, he tries to support it shsh

Not a Fan of my Earring collection

The Terasaka squad decided to protect me

And I don’t mind tbh 👀

Kirara always sends me embarrassing pics of Itona and the Squad and it’s the funniest shit ever

He doesn’t like my music taste :((

Hates sharing Candy, but if he feels good he‘ll give me some

Whenever he‘s building a new robot or something I‘m just beside him, making earrings and keychains

Crafty couple 🥺

He let me help him once but I always break things and he was kinda scared, but it ended up not breaking

I get that he‘s in puberty, but I‘d still tell him to stop looking at his classmates boobs and stuff, because it makes them feel uncomfortable

He‘d stare at me and tell me that he stopped doing stuff like this when we got together

I just stood there like

[surprised Pikachu face]

We make fun of Shiro and talk sooooo Bad of him it’s kinda funny

Yk, like Little gossip sessions

Kayano sometimes joins

And Korosensei as well-

Dates are at Muramatsu‘s Ramen Shop bc my boy is Broke, but I don’t mind honestly

He‘s a very cute boyfriend although he has no idea how relationships work

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I hope nobody hates on me for self shipping, but actually I don’t really care JAKSJALS

I hope you’re happy Lizzie, all these boys and I wouldn’t actually work, but it’s fine, I still Simp 😔💞

[seven-seas-of-taylor]

angsty reunion | four x reader

a/n: i live for angst :3 thank you anon for requesting! <3 i hope you like it!

MASTERLIST

warning/s: swearing, spoilers for 6 underground

word count: 600+

EDITED | GIF NOT MINE

you loved billy with all your heart, but you never got the chance to tell him how you feel about him.

now, you were at his funeral, mourning his death... you could’ve been there for him.

“i could’ve been there for him.” you mutter to his mother, then she turns to you.

“even when he’s a thief?”

yes. even when billy, the guy you love, is a thief.

you nod, feeling tears well your eyes. “i loved him, so much. we were bestfriends for so long and i..” you begin to cry, letting out your tears. “i wasn’t there when he died...”

“oh dear... i already miss my son so much,” his mother hugs you and lets out a sob. “but don’t blame yourself, okay? this is not your fault.”

days, weeks, months passed by, and you were missing billy everyday. you’d often cry because of his loss, and you just spend your days mourning him.

“(y/n), dinner is ready!” your mom yells from downstairs. when you don’t respond, you hear footsteps walking upstairs and your mom opens the door. “(y/n)?”

“i’m not hungry, mom.” you weakly respond, pulling your blanket up to your head.

she sighs, walking near you. “but you need to eat. you can’t just spend your days mourning billy’s loss...”

“i tried to stop thinking about him, but everytime i do the thought of him keeps coming back...” you start to sob. “i’m such an emotional wreck, mom.”

she steps closer, and hugs you. “you know what i do whenever i feel so down when i was at your age? i go outside and walk around town to not only get some fresh air, but also to think about some things. you can cry, you know? but remember that you can’t keep crying over and over again because of that reason,” she pats your head gently. “it’s hard to move on from a person you really loved, but you have to. i know you’re strong, (y/n).”

you smile a bit at your mother’s words. maybe she’s right, you can’t keep crying about billy over and over. and maybe you could walk around town to get some fresh air.

—

after walking around outside, your legs aching because of walking for too long. you sit on the nearest bench you see and sigh.

it was a relief you were alone at the time of the night. it’s just you and...

a guy beside you.

damn, you didn’t even realize there was a guy beside you. he was looking down, his hood up.

“uhm, hey..?” you greet awkwardly, and you almost lost it when the guy faces you and put his hood down. “BILLY?”

“(y/n).”

your mind couldn’t even process what’s happening right now.

“a-aren’t you.. dead?” you frantically ask, a confused look plastered on your face. “wait- no. tell me this isn’t real. this is just a drea-“

“it’s me, (y/n),” he says, holding your hand. “see? it’s not a dream.”

you blink your eyes a few times before anger rushes you and you slap his chest. “what the fuck, billy?”

“ouch! what ‘what the fuck’?”

tears well up in your eyes, “i mourned your loss for months, cried my balls out everyday because of you, then i’m finding out you’re actually alive?? you’re such a fucking dick!”

“hey, i can explain, okay?” he assures. “so as you may know, i was a thief an-“

“yeah i didn’t support that.”

he blinks. “right. long story short, we stole an expensive necklace made with diamonds and then when we were escaping, i fell off a building, but i survived. and someone saved my life.”

you tilted your head in curiosity. “who?”

“he goes by the name of ‘one’. after i ‘died’, we then worked together to save people’s lives.”

“..why were you all doing this?” you ask.

“we were willing to forget our past to change our future,” he faces you, cupping your face with his hands. “but (y/n), i‘d never forget you.”

his face draws closer and closer to you until his lips captures yours. “god, (y/n), i love you so fuckin’ much.”

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sorry for the shitty ending but i hope you still liked it lol <3

[wolferals]

🎀babysitting🎀

arón piper imagine

(I got inspired by an episode on „Awkward“ for this one in case this seems familiar)

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„Thank you, have a nice night!“ you yelled out of the door and shut it to make some food for Ella.

Tonight you were babysitting your mom‘s friend‘s baby Ella and you were convinced everything would be fine.

She was a very quiet baby and easily satisfied, they had told you.

„Come on Ella.“ you spoke as you were carrying her back to the kitchen after just saying goodbye to her parents.

She was 10 months and was finally allowed to eat solid food so you decided to make her some spaghetti with tomato sauce and maybe some fruits for after before then putting her to bed at 8.

You sat her in her little chair with some toys as you walked around the table to start cooking.

She was right behind you so she could see that you were there, which calmed her down and she fully focused on her toys.

While cooking you talked to her a little. You know what you tell babies. „Mommy and daddy are eating now too, so Ella has to eat some spaghetti as well“ or you told her about your school problems even thought she probably didnt understand nor care at all.

You put the plastic plate in front of her and handed her a spoon so she could eat the previously cut spaghetti herself.

For yourself you had some spaghetti as well and a glass of soda since you had been super hungry too.

You had to help her a little because she messed up how babies do and it even made her giggle spilling sauce on her chin.

„Yeah you like having sauce all over your face? Come on let‘s clean you after dinner.“ you laughed and wiped some tomato sauce off her face with a napkin.

She made a whole mess so you decided to give her a quick bath and then put her to bed. Ella had been rubbing her big brown eyes quite often while dinner to show you how tired she was.

So you grabbed her and put her in the small bathtub her parents had bought for her. It only fit a bit of water anyways so you were safe.

It didnt take too long to bathe her and afterwards you dried her off and put her in her pajamas. She barely cooperated, almost fell asleep in the bathroom.

So you carefully took her in your arms and carried her to the bedroom to finally place her in her crib and turn on her heart shaped night light.

She was already asleep when you had let go of her to shut the blinds.

Her parents wouldnt be home before 1:30 or so, so you went back to the kitchen to clean up and then watch a movie in the living room.

But just as you turned on the tv, you heard Ella cry from her room.

„Oh baby whats wrong?“ you asked and sat her on your lap. „I just changed your diaper and you also ate, whats wrong?“

She obviously couldnt tell you.

Then you decided to take her to the living room to give her some milk to fall asleep again.

She just didnt stop crying.

At some point you got a little annoyed but still tried your best to calm her down.

You gave her milk, played with some toys and even sang for her but poor little Ella wouldnt stop crying.

For a second you thought about calling her parents but they were out for dinner, you didnt want to interrupt them.

*

Almost an hour later she was still crying very loudly and you were about to explode, you were so frustrated.

You had no idea what was wrong with her and it hurt your heart seeing this cute little thing cry.

Suddenly someone knocked at the door.

You grabbed Ella and made your way to the hallway.

„Hello?“ you asked the stranger.

He was tall.

Handsome, smiling at the sight of you and the baby.

„What are you doing here?“

Arón just stepped inside without asking.

„I live next door and ive never heard Ella cry so hard, i figured something had to be wrong.“

You guys used to go to school together but kind of lost contact after he got a mayor role in a movie a couple years back. You didnt even know he still lived in Luarca.

„May I?“ He pointed towards the crying Ella. You handed her to him and he talked to her a little.

You on the other hand were super tired now, went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water to calm down.

Arón was sitting on the floor with her, playing with some toys in the meantime.

„So you‘re their new babysitter? They shouldnt pay you, you‘re clearly not doing a good job.“ He laughed.

You stuck your tongue at him playfully and then walked up the both of them to sit on the couch.

„I dont know whats wrong. She just woke up before and hasnt stopped crying since.“

She was still crying though.

Arón nodded understanding and then placed Ella on his lap.

„Maybe she has a bellyache?“

You hadnt thought about that.

He then stood up with Ella under one arm.

„Let me try something.“

Arón left the room with her, leaving you sitting there, helpless. You felt like a little kid again.

A minute or two he returned, still holding Ella. It didnt look like it worked since she was still screaming her lungs out.

„Hold her for a second please.“

You held onto her crying being while Arón simply took off his shirt.

Instinctively your mouth opened, staring at him.

He had quite nice abs, his tattoos were very much of your liking.

„Come on.“ He took Ella back in his arms and as if he had practiced magic, she stopped crying.

„Omg what?“ you asked and stared at him.

Arón proudly smiled while drawing circles on her back with his finger. „Babies love skin. It calms them down I guess.“

You started laughing in admiration for this guy.

„Wow. Thank you!“ you spoke and stood up to meet him eye to eye.

„No problem, I‘ll bring her to bed sí?“

You nodded.

And then this now extremely handsome, ripped, talented man left you in shock. A good kind of shock.

You had no words, he had saved you a little bit.

It didnt take long until he came back and grabbed his shirt to put it back on. Internally you prayed he wouldnt, but you obviously couldnt say that.

„Thank you Arón.“ you smiled and removed a section of hair out of your face.

He smiled back.

He had a fucking beautiful face. And an even more beautiful smile.

„If you dont mind, I‘ll stay in in case she needs a man again.“

You started laughing. He joined and you slightly bit your lip. He clearly saw that and grinned at you.

„I‘d love that. Thank you.“

So you guys ended up sitting on the couch, talking. Catching up on the past years and eventually getting closer.

He wasnt as bad as you had always thought. He was very sweet.

And charming.

„Would you want to continue this another time, at dinner maybe?“ He suddenly asked and looked you deep in the eyes.

You were startled for a second but immediately replied:“Yeah. That‘d be nice.“

Arón laughed, then slowly got up and walked around the couch.

„I think I still got your number actually. I‘ll call you alright?“

He spoke and walked up to the door.

„Yeah sure.“ you replied and smiled as he disappeared out the door.

Just as you thought he was gone, he suddenly came back and walked up to you again.

Before you could say anything, he had placed his hand on your right cheek and placed a soft kiss on your other cheek. (Gif above)

„See you soon, y/n.“

He smiled and then actually left.

This had probably been the best babysitting ever. If Ella hadnt screamed, you wouldn’t have realized what a nice guy he actually was.

So thanks to Ella for this, you would totally make her your bridesmaid when you guys get married.