#im very tired though since i just zoned in on this so i still have to like take a shower and eat oof

[arolesbianism]

Thinking abt Sif Odile duo looping au again and I wanna be able to plot everything out more coherently but act 5 eternally looms overhead and boy I do not wanna look up

[iseos]

: DISTANCE (makes the heart grow fonder)

wc. 675 archive. pairing. yang jungwon x fm!r synopsis. whispered phone calls genre. fluff now playing: can i call you tonight by dayglow

YOU’RE MET WITH A BLACK SCREEN as the call successfully connects. you stare at your reflection in confusion for a minute before a voice comes from the speaker.

"hello?" he is barely audible and the screen is still dark.

  "won, are you there? i can't see you." jungwon moves his phone closer to himself, the light from your end of the call illuminating his face. you can't help but laugh at his wide smile despite the darkness. "why is it so dark?"

  "sunoo is asleep already," jungwon whispers. you had to turn your volume up to hear him more clearly.

  your eyebrows raise when you remember the time difference. ever since jungwon had gone on tour you both struggled to find a reasonable time for you both to call due to the frequently changing time zones.

“oh, i’m sorry i’ll let you get to sleep as well.” you go to hang up but he speaks again.

"no it’s okay, i want to talk to you. is there a reason you called?"

  "not specifically…i just missed you,” you whispered to match his volume, even though he was wearing earbuds, so your voice couldn't wake his roommate anyways.

  "well, you can call me whenever you want, even if you don't have a reason to." you blush at his words.

you can’t help but admire the boy despite the darkness. his messy hair made it clear that he had been laying in bed for a while before you called. you thought that he was so beautiful, even this late at night, that it almost made you lightheaded.

“next time we travel anywhere i’m bring you with me; i don’t think i’ll survive so long without you again.” jungwon says honestly.

jungwon didn’t think he was capable of missing someone so much; it felt like he couldn’t breathe or think properly without you by his side.

you turn your head away from your phone in an attempt to hide your rising blush, but it was no use, he saw it anyways.

when you turn back to jungwon, you see his dimples on full display. he had a lovesick look in his eyes and he adorned a wide smile that you couldn’t help but mirror.

“oh my, i must be in heaven,” you chuckle, “what have i done to deserve such a beautiful smile?"

“do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?” he suddenly asks, ignoring your previous question.

“are you flirting with me?” you can’t help but raise an eyebrow in suspicion.

“are you just now noticing?”

his face becomes less lit up as he props the phone up against the bed’s headboard but your blush was still very visible to him.

“you look so comfy and cuddle-able.” you can’t help but pout seeing your boyfriend’s adorable and tired appearance. he was now laying on his stomach with his chin resting on his folded arms.

jungwon is interrupted by a yawn before he can say anything in response making you once again remember the late hour for him.

“i’m sorry for keeping you up so late, i’ll let you get to sleep now,” you say seeing him struggle to keep his eyes open as well.

“no, no, it’s okay. i want to keep talking to you.” he yawns again at the end of his sentence.

you tilt your head at him in disapproval, “won, you need to rest for your upcoming performance, we can talk again tomorrow or something.”

“fine, but just stay until i fall asleep please?”

“alright i will, but you have actually go to sleep.”

“promise!”

you both hold your pinkies up in front of the camera before he practically throws himself into his pillow and closes his eyes.

you stay on the call, watching the boy as he starts to fall asleep, his grip on his phone loosening until it drops onto the mattress and points toward the ceiling, darkness taking over your screen once more.

“goodnight my love, sleep well,” you whisper into your microphone before hanging up.

“i hear your voice on the phone now im no longer alone”

© iseos

[liteyagummy]

𝖰𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖮𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 2

TW: yandere behavior, cnc, r4pe, abductor and captor, (the characters are aged up let’s just act like they stayed in dorms so everyone is around 19-20) NSFW

ignore any typos please and thank you, this is one of the longer ones so sit back and grab a snack ||fem reader nothing specified but gender and quirk

(let me know if you enjoy longer or shorter stories!)

your palms sweat as you’re nervous to walk back inside the classroom after weeks.. no MONTHS of absence.. you were unaware of all the cover ups kirishima had dished out you closed your eyes and sighed walking in the class just having a moment to discuss what Aizawa had just told them for todays lesson

Kiri right behind you, he was never going to let you guys sneak around and hide your relationship.. even before he was very open with his friends about how he felt about you just clearly never told him the plan of KIDNAPPING but.. nonetheless, your friends instantly bolted up to you, Jiro, hagakure, and midorya along with other but you weren’t too close to class A even though you transferred in your friends were mainly in class 1B but 1A was very nice to you still

“hey y/n how was your work study!” midorya said with his notebook out with a pen behind his ear

“yea! did you fight anyone outside of training??” denki chimed in

“did you learn any new moves??” Uraraka asked

“i doubt it’d be anything better than mine.” bakugo said from the side of the class having been shouting at sero about the assignment they’d just gotten.. after you looked at kiri confusedly he smiled brightly his red hair sticking up and his sharp teeth showing “y/n actually JUST got dropped off, im sure she’s tired maybe let’s ask about it later at lunch! as of now what are we doing in class?” he raised a brow as he guides you by your hips to your seat everyone seeing this, the girls giggling and the guys having a slight look of shock to their face you just sat down, even though he was lying through his teeth. he was right you were tired you weren’t used to waking up for school anymore you forsure had to get back into your routine

“we’re meeting up with class 1b, we’re going to be doing training together again.. i’m not sure why? it’s pretty random but” tsuyu said

“then again when isn’t our class assignments random” momo chimed in

“regardless we should start getting prepared we don’t want to be late and give class 1B another reason to dislike our class” ida said

after getting ready you walked next to the girls talking with them catching up as you entered the new training dome the old faces flooding back but one standing out.. who was he? you were never IN class 1b you would just meet them separately when walking around.. you’d thought you met everyone already but clearly not

“y/n!” kendo waved with a smile “where have you been girl” she asked as she put a hand on her hip to talk to you while also watching out for her classmates mouth

“oh i had- a last minute work study.. i um, since i came to the hero course late i needed to get that out of the way” you lied on your toes

she nodded “you’ll have to tell me about it! how cool is it that we get to train together “ she continues the conversation but honestly you were zoning in and out of it.. you were curious about the man you’d never seen before

“who is that” you accidentally cut her off while motioning to this guy

“oh that’s tetsu tetsu” she looked to him and then called him over, your cheeks started to get read as he was running over kirishima took a break from talking to his friends to look and see what you were up to, as he saw tetsutetsu running up to you he stood on guard

Kendo heard her classmate start to get a little too chatty, she excused herself walking straight over to monoma and snatching him up apologizing for him yet again

you were alone with this steel man infront of you.. he spoke starting the conversation off with a smile and trying to get to know you, you entertained it truthfully this made kirishima’s blood boil he tried to keep his composure not wanting to blow up here and now. why did this guy think he could talk to his babe?? you were HIS and HIS only not to be shared or easily acceded, he walked over with a fake smile and butted into your conversation, you looked at kiri then tetsutetsu.. then back again.. then again. why the hell were they so similar? kiri wrapped his arm around you “ hey babe! are you ready to train hard! not harder than me because the manly thing to do would be to train the hardest “ he smiled you nodded “ honestly i’m probably the only one who really needs this extra training “ you shook your head, kiri used this opportunity to turn you away and walk you back to their side you noticed this “i- “ you turned back to tetsutetsu who was waving with a chuckle, kiri balled his fist up as you both were away now he’d taken you back to his friends and there you were again not knowing what was going on but somehow still in the middle of the conversation what with denki and kirishima pulling you in for your input on topics here and there how could you space out

as you all stood in your hero outfits you crossed your arms waiting then a loud alarm went off you covered your ears quickly as villains ran out, but they weren’t normal villains they were teachers pretending but man were they being destructive ida and kendo were quick to call out plays and plans each class following the instructions of the most trusted

you all were off quick, you wanted to be a sidekick.. something like hawks you wanted to make someone else make their way to greatness so your training was a but different, you ran in jumping through the sky at fast speeds and teleporting in mid air getting all the play civilians out the way of harm

kirishima followed behind you using his quirk to break any rubble that flew your way as he took down the villains guarding those who you had to save, as soon as you got everyone back you were on the guard to watch them, making sure no one was harmed or injured you stood up grabbing your long swords putting some of your quirk energy into them to make the weapon more powerful, you watched the door to the safe haven that held the civilians

before you could even look over a kick was sent your way sending you down, you blocked it at the last moment but couldn’t stop the momentum, looking down at your arms where the blow had landed now being a bit of red “fuck” you mumbled as you jumped up in the tree where you had been knocked down from

You crouch on a thick branch, hidden in the shadows of the training dome’s artificial forest. Your katanas are ready, the familiar weight grounding you as you listen for any sign of movement below. Mirko, the Rabbit Hero, is somewhere in the underbrush—fast, you know it. you saw her. she was playing the villain today. You knew she wouldn’t hold back.

Your Quirk hums with energy, primed for teleportation and high jumps. A snap of branches below signals her approach. You catch a glimpse of white—a flash of her ears—before she rockets upward, aiming directly for you. Instinct kicks in, and you teleport just as her powerful kick obliterates the branch you were perched on. You reappear on another limb, high above, your senses sharp.

Mirko grins as she spots you, her relentless speed closing the distance in an instant. You teleport again, keeping her guessing, your katanas flashing in the dim light as you strike from behind. She’s fast, but you’re quicker, anticipating her every move. There’s something more at stake today—a subtle caution in your movements, a reason to protect yourself with even greater precision.

As you battle Mirko, another clash unfolds in the training dome. Best Jeanist, acting as the “boss” villain, uses his Quirk to control the fibers around him, manipulating the environment to ensnare his opponents. Six students—Bakugo, Ashido, and Sero from Class 1A, along with Monoma, Tokage, and Kamakiri from Class 1B—face off against him.

Jeanist’s fibers snake through the simulated city, creating barriers and traps. Bakugo blasts through them with his explosions, shouting, “Outta my way, you damn extras!” His relentless energy sends shockwaves across the battlefield, but Jeanist adapts, tightening his grip.

Ashido melts the barriers with her acid, clearing paths, while Sero swings through the chaos with his tape. Monoma, ever the strategist, copies Sero’s Quirk, using it in tandem to bind Jeanist’s fibers. “We need to coordinate better!” Monoma urges.

Bakugo scoffs, “Like I’m taking orders from you, copycat!”

As the battle intensifies, Tokage splits her body into pieces, scattering around Jeanist to create distractions. Kamakiri slashes through the fibers with his blades, trying to cut a path forward. But Jeanist’s control is overwhelming, and the group struggles to gain ground.

In the midst of the chaos, Tokage yells, “Bakugo, we need your explosions to disrupt him! Sero, get ready to tie him down!”

Bakugo sneers, “Don’t tell me what to do!”

Before Bakugo can argue further, Sero snaps at him, “Bakugo, focus! We won’t win if you don’t listen!”

Bakugo glares but knows Sero’s right. “Fine! But this better work!” he grumbles.

With a fierce explosion, Bakugo creates a massive shockwave that shakes the battlefield, forcing Jeanist to lose control of his fibers. Sero and Monoma act quickly, shooting their tape to bind Jeanist’s arms and legs. Tokage’s scattered body parts add confusion, while Kamakiri slashes through any fibers that attempt to regroup.

Ashido seizes the moment, dousing the area around Jeanist with her acid, weakening his defenses. Bakugo delivers a final, powerful blast, breaking through Jeanist’s control entirely.

Best Jeanist, impressed by their unexpected synergy, concedes, “Well done. You’ve shown real teamwork.”

The exercise ends with the announcement of their victory. The six students, panting but triumphant, exchange looks of pride. Bakugo scowls, though a hint of satisfaction lingers in his eyes. “Tch, you better not get used to me listening to you,” he mutters.

As the victorious team of students from Classes 1A and 1B stay on guard, the sounds of their fight ending echo faintly through the training dome. But in another part of the dome, your battle is far from over.

The clash between you and Mirko is intense, the training exercise pushing both of you to the limit

As she dodges and lunged again, you teleport above her, diving down with your katanas poised for a decisive strike. She barely has time to react, twisting to avoid the worst of it, but your blade still grazes her side. The impact sends you both tumbling through the branches, but you teleport just before hitting the ground, landing lightly as Mirko rolls to her feet.

She’s breathing hard, a grin of respect on her face. “You’re tough to pin down,” she admits, clearly impressed.

You lower your swords slightly, maintaining your focus. “Speed alone won’t win this,” you reply, your voice steady.

Mirko nods, hopping back with a look that says she’s noticed the change in your approach, even if she doesn’t understand it. “Keep fighting like that, and you’ll be unstoppable.”

As she gets away, you know the real challenge is just beginning. You’ve proven you’re more than ready for what’s ahead, your Quirk sharp, your resolve even sharper ready to hold your own in this damned class.

You make your way through the dense forest, each step feeling heavier than the last. The training dome’s artificial environment is convincing, but it’s the fatigue that’s all too real. You haven’t eaten anything today—only managed to keep down some water before throwing up this morning—but you push the discomfort aside. There’s still work to be done.

The small house where the civilians are sheltered comes into view, and you spot Kirishima at the entrance, standing guard. His eyes brighten when he sees you, and he quickly makes his way over. “Hey! You hanging in there?”

You nod, though the dizziness is getting harder to ignore. “Just checking on the civilians,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. The last thing you want is for him to notice how worn out you’re feeling.

Kirishima gives you a once-over, his expression softening with concern. “You sure you’re okay? You don’t look too great.”

You force a smile. “Just tired. It’s been a rough morning.”

He frowns slightly, still not convinced. “You’ve been going nonstop. If you need to take a break, I can handle things here.”

The offer is tempting, but you shake your head. “I’ll be fine. I’ll grab something to eat at lunch.”

Together, you check on the civilians inside the house. They’re safe, which is a relief, but you can feel your energy fading fast. The lightheadedness intensifies, and you have to steady yourself against the doorframe as you step back outside.

The sun is warm, filtering through the leaves, but it does little to chase away the chill that’s starting to settle in your bones. You take a deep breath, hoping it’ll clear your head, but your vision blurs slightly. You blink hard, focusing on Kirishima’s steady presence beside you.

“Training’s almost over,” he says, glancing around. “Looks like 1A and 1B really pulled together.”

You nod, though even that small motion feels like it takes too much effort. The teamwork between the classes has paid off, and the announcement over the intercom confirms it. “Good work, everyone. Classes 1A and 1B, please return to the main building for lunch.”

Kirishima grins, giving you a thumbs-up. “We did it!”

You return the gesture weakly, your thoughts consumed by the idea of food. “Let’s head back,” you say, your voice softer than you intended.

As you walk toward the exit, Kirishima stays close, his eyes never leaving you. “Seriously, if you’re not feeling well, let me help. I’ll make sure you get to the cafeteria, okay?”

You manage a small sigh your head throbbing “ill be fine i swear it” you softly say

He smiles, but there’s an undercurrent of multiple different emotions but the main one , concern. that he doesn’t dare voice. You’re grateful for him even letting you out the dorm today, even if you can’t quite place why you’re feeling so off. Right now, all you can think about is getting something to eat and shaking off this strange weakness. you’ve used up your teleportation for the day. one of the main reasons you hardly use that quirk

The victory in the training exercise feels distant as you focus on making it back to the main building. Lunch is next, and you know you need to refuel. Whatever’s going on, you’ll figure it out later—after you’ve had a chance to rest and recover.

After the intense training exercise, the students head back to the main building for lunch. The atmosphere is lighter, filled with chatter and the clinking of trays. You and Kirishima, freshly changed and looking a bit worn, make your way to the cafeteria. His hand is firmly on your hip, a constant presence as he guides you through the crowd.

The usual suspects from Class 1A and 1B have already gathered, their voices mingling in a cacophony of post-training relief. Kirishima steers you toward an empty table, where Midoriya, Uraraka, Jiro, and others from both classes are waiting.

“Hey, y/n!” Midoriya greets enthusiastically, notebook and pen still in hand. “So, how was your work study? Kirishima mentioned it was pretty intense.”

“Yeah,” Uraraka chimes in, “did you get to face any villains or learn new techniques?”

Bakugo, sitting with his usual scowl, adds, “Hope it wasn’t just some fluff job. Better be something worth your time.”

Kirishima, his arm around you, smiles brightly. “It was definitely a challenging experience! But y/n’s been working hard and could use a break. Maybe we should save the details for another time?”

Denki, leaning forward, grins. “Come on, just a little teaser? Was it as crazy as the stuff we did today?”

You give a tired smile, thankful for Kirishima’s attempt to shift focus. “It was... pretty demanding. I learned a lot, though.”

Jiro tilts her head, still curious. “Kirishima made it sound like you were in the thick of it. Any cool stories?”

You nod slightly, glancing at Kirishima. “Maybe I’ll share more later. For now, I’m just looking forward to some food and a bit of rest.”

Kirishima chuckles, squeezing your shoulder gently. “Yeah, let’s focus on enjoying lunch. We all worked hard today.”

As you settle into your seat, Kirishima finally releases his grip, though his hand lingers close by. The group’s curiosity remains piqued, and Midoriya presses further. “Come on, y/n, just a bit more about your work study?”

You take a deep breath, smiling to keep up the pretense. “Alright, fine. There was this one moment I fought a hero pretending to be a villain. It was pretty intense. I used some of the techniques I picked up to keep up with her.”

“Really?” Uraraka leans in, eyes wide. “What happened?”

You nod, picking up your fork. “Well, I was up against Mirko, the Rabbit Hero. She’s incredibly fast. I had to rely on my teleportation and high jumps to stay out of her reach. There was one time I was perched in a tree, and she charged at me. I teleported just before she reached me and struck from above. It was a close call.”

Jiro looks impressed. “Sounds like you had to stay on your toes. Did you use any new moves or strategies?”

You nod, keeping the details vague. “Yeah, I combined some of the techniques I’d been working on. Like using my teleportation to disorient her and then hitting her with a surprise attack. It wasn’t exactly easy, but I managed to pull through.”

Bakugo, with a skeptical look, mutters, “Sounds like you didn’t learn anything new but just got to show off your usual tricks.”

You shrug, a smirk playing on your lips. “You could say that. Sometimes it’s just about using what you’ve already mastered in new ways.”

Kirishima grins, relieved by the change of topic. “Well, whatever you did, it must have been impressive. I’m just glad you’re back and in one piece.”

The conversation shifts, with everyone eager to share their own experiences from the training. As you enjoy your meal, you let yourself relax, the warmth of the cafeteria and the friendly banter a welcome contrast to the day’s earlier chaos.

As the group finishes classes up and heads back to their dorms, you and Kirishima make your way to your “shared” dorm. The atmosphere in the hall is relaxed, filled with the casual chatter of students winding down after the day’s training.

When you finally reach the door to your room, Kirishima’s usual easygoing smile fades, replaced by a more serious expression. You notice the change, but before you can ask, he opens the door and ushers you inside.

The moment the door clicks shut, Kirishima’s demeanor shifts from jovial to intense. He turns to face you, his brows furrowed.

“Hey, what was that back there with Tetsutetsu?”

You look up, startled. “What do you mean?”

“You seemed pretty chummy with him,” Kirishima says, his voice edged with frustration. “He was all over you, and you didn’t exactly push him away.”

You quickly try to defuse the situation. “It wasn’t like that. He was just being friendly.”

Kirishima’s expression hardens. “Friendly? You were practically cornered by him. I saw the way he looked at you. I don’t like it.”

You shake your head, trying to explain.

“Kirishima, it’s nothing. We were just talking in barely even know the guy.”

His frustration doesn’t wane. “It’s not just about him. It’s about how he was acting like he had some claim over you, and it bothered me.”

Seeing his anger, you try to reassure him. “Kiri, it really was nothing. I wasn’t interested in him. He was just a bit too forward, and I was trying to be polite.”

“bullshit so laughing and talking and blushing is being polite.” he looked away growing more annoyed with the situation. “y/n don’t- make me.. do something i don’t want to.. it won’t be very heroic.” he said as he walked into the dorm more going to his closet to take his close off and change

you worried about that statement.. what did he mean..?

whatever he meant this anger needed to go somewhere.

“y/n.” he called from the bedroom..

PART 1 (part 3 coming soon)

[saesins]

IZZYYYYY suguru helping an overstimmed reader. This is the first thing that came to mind hope ur doing well ml 🫶

HI POOKIE PIE TYSM FOR REQUEST

geto suguru x gn!reader

(lmk if you find any fem prns, and if yok do im sorry in advance)

cws: overstimulation, very brief crying, reqder wears geto's clothes, shoko and gojo sre mentioned, like one kiss

a/n: im sorry if any of them seems inaccurate, this is just from me personally, for how i prefer to desl with my overstimulation. if you want any other versions, feel free to request, and request snything else as well as lkng as it follows my rq rules. pls like n rblg since i get my writing motivation from your interactions

'y/n? where are you?' the text from suguru reads.

you were on gojo's bedroom floor, sitting with your knees pulled to your chest, a few tears staining your cheeks. you couldn't reply to him, so you just left him on opened. when you started zoning out, you heard knocking on the door.

suguru's head peeked in, his eyes meeting yours. when he looked at you, he let out a sigh as if he was holding a breath, and his eyes softened. he closed the door behind him, locking it as he walked up to you.

"are you okay? can I sit here?" you nodded, and he sat next to you. he brushed some hair out of your face with his fingers, his touch featherlight. you're pretty sure he knows what's wrong right now. you're overstimulated. suguru wraps his arm around your shoulders, gently pushing your head to lay on him.

today was a pretty long and tiring day. you were called out on missions and had barely any breaks, constantly having to talk to people and move from place to place. when it was over, you were exhausted. you just wanted to go to your room and take a nap, but satoru didn't. he invited all 4 of you 2nd years to his dorm for a game and movie night, and you didnt want to turn down so you changed and went to his dorm too.

after a few minutes of you and suguru sitting there in silence, sometimes hearing shoko and gojo screaming at the tv, suguru lightly tapped your shoulder to make you open your eyes. "have you showered yet?" you shook your head no. you wanted to hurry to gojo's dorm when you got back to the school. but you really wanted a shower. you felt sticky.

suguru stood up, holding his hand out to pull you up after him. "do you wanna go clean up then go to bed?" you shook your head no this time. even with how you felt right now, you didn't want to leave. you just needed to cool down a bit. "alright, would you prefer to shower here and stay a bit more? that's fine too" you nodded. "i'll go get you some clothes, wait for me okay?"

you sat down on the bed while waiting for him. suguru always knew what you wanted. he knew what was wrong, he knew how to help. he never bombarded you, and he was always so gentle when taking care of you. you were on your phone when he came back into the room. by now, you had calmed down a bit and was feeling way better than before. suguru had brought you some of your clothes, but one of his shirts. your favourite one. you smiled at him "thank you".

suguru left the room to give you space to change and relax a bit more if you needed it. he told you to text if you wanted him to come back. you were feeling way better now, having showered and brushed your hair. after lying in gojo's bed for a bit and watching tiktoks, you message suguru.

he almost immediately comes and knocks on the door and comes in. "something wrong?" you shake your head no. "thank you, suguru" you say, walking up to him and smiling at him. his eyes that previously had a hint of worry once again softened as he pulled you into his embrace. "it's okay baby, I love you, alright?" you nodded once again "I'm ready to go back outside now"

even though you were ready to go back, you still didnt yet make an effort to leave his embrace. after staying like that for a minute, suguru pulled away, kissing your forehead, then your lips before leading you outside. he always knew how to help you.

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[cheesysoup-arlo]

Cady’s Cousin (pt.2)

(pt. 1)/(pt. 3)/(pt. 4)

A/N: sorry this is mostly like “texting” also the relationship/couples I have in here are (karen and gretchen), (cady and regina), later I’ll add (janis and reader) and maybe (aaron and kevin g) idk maybe lol I won’t be tagging the ships since they’re not the main ship I hope y’all liked this lol

(Sunday 8:30pm)

*Cady created a group chat*

Cads 🦁: hey guys I made this group chat so (Y/N) can get to know you guys, you guys can get to know them, and just for fun 👍

???(1): aw Cady that’s so sweet, this is Aaron by the way lol

(Y/N): can everyone send their name please 🙏

???(2): karen 💕

???(3): Beyoncé

???(4): that’s Damian ^, this is janis 👾

Damian🌟: janis you’re no fun this is homophobia

Janis👾: yeah I hate the gays 🙄

karen💕: ??? u hat me 😞

Janis👾: no not you karen just Damian

karen💕: o okie 😽

???(5): the hottest bitch you’ll meet

(Y/N): hi Regina

Cads🦁: Y/N!!!

(Y/N): cads chill I know she’s off limits

Regina👛: aw baby you’re so cute when you’re jealous

Janis👾: barf 🤮

(Y/N): 😭😭😭

(Y/N): wait where’s Gretchen?

karen💕: sleping 😴

Damian🌟: Important question! Y/n are you one of them queers?

(Y/N): I would be offended if you thought I wasn’t

*damian has named group chat “fruit loops”*

Janis👾: I-

(Y/N): oh that’s-

Damian🌟: OK STOP BEING HOMOPHOBIC TO THE GAY BLACK MAN IM A MINORITY HERE

Regina👛: how’s everyone feeling about school tomorrow? I’m kind of excited mostly because the school cheese fries just hit different yk?

Cads🦁: I’m excited too but for classes I picked an extra math class this year

(Y/N): ha nerd 🤓

(Y/N): I’m nervous lol but at least I have you guys

Janis👾: I’m not excited I hate school it keeps me from doing more important things

(Y/N): like what?

Janis👾: sleeping

Damian🌟: I’m excited I decided that I’m gonna take the new senior only theater class which is a little out of my comfort zone but I’ll manage

Aaron🧍‍♂️: I was supposed to be graduated last year so I’m not excited at all

(Y/N): YOU GOT HELD BACK?!?! WHAT?!?!

Aaron🧍‍♂️: yeah I failed English and history so I couldn’t graduate

Cads🦁: it’s ok Aaron now you get to be with us for another year 😊

(Sunday 11:50pm) fruit loops

(Y/N): guys I can’t sleep

Janis👾: same I’ve been lying very still and it’s not working

Damian🌟: janis did you take the melatonin I gave you?

Janis👾: yeah but it’s not working 😔

Damian🌟: welp that’s a you problem then

(Monday 2:30am) fruit loops

(Y/N): do you think I can fit 40 mini marshmallows in my mouth?

Janis👾: oh absolutely

(Y/N): omg ur still awake too?

Janis👾: yeah lol

(Y/N): I just put 35 mini marshmallows in my mouth idk if I can fit more

Janis👾: if you fit all 40 I’ll give you 5 bucks

(Y/N): challenge accepted

(Monday 2:37am) fruit loops

(Y/N): I fit all 40 and almost choked lmao

Janis👾: lmao nice your $5 will be given at school

(Y/N): yippieeee

(Y/N): dude I literally can’t sleep

Janis👾: wanna call? That’s what me and Damian used to do before he got a good sleep schedule lmao

(Y/N): um sure me and my friend back home used to do that too

*incoming call from Janis👾*

“Hi” you whispered suddenly feeling a little more tired with her company even if it was only over the phone “hey” janis said with a small yawn “nice shirt” you say seeing her Lego movie shirt “oh um thanks” she says with a laugh “so what’s up?” “Let’s take turns asking each other questions until we fall asleep” you say with a little yawn “hmm ok favorite color?” She asks you “ooo definitely (your favorite color), how about you?” “Hmm either green or purple” “ooo good choice, hmm hobbies?” “I sing and write a little but I guess art even though I don’t consider it a hobby it’s more of a lifestyle” “art? Can I see some?” “Yeah sure I’ll show you some stuff tomorrow” you both yawn “shit it’s 3 am” janis sighs “fuck” you chuckle sleepy “um I’m getting tired” janis says with a tired laugh “me too” you say starting to close your eyes “good night (y/n)” “good night Janis” you say with a yawn falling asleep as she hangs up

Monday 5:30am

“Pst…(y/n)? You gotta wake up” your cousin said lightly shaking you “ugh five more minutes” you mumbled “no come on up you gotta get ready” she insisted, you got up against your body begging to go back to sleep “good morning sleepy head” Cady said with an enthusiastic smile “cads what time is it?” “5:33” “doesn’t school start at like 8:30?” “No it starts at 8 and I wanted to make sure you had enough time to get ready and have breakfast, breakfast is very important” “uh huh…mm thanks cads” you say with a yawn deciding to get up and look through your clothes “meet me in my room when you’re done getting dressed, ok?” Cady said “um ok?” You said grabbing your favorite jeans and shirt then going to look for your jacket as your cousin left

(Monday 5:40 am) fruit loops

Gretchen🌷: good morning everyone soooo so sorry for not texting yesterday I went to bed early

Regina👛: it’s ok Gretch don’t worry about it

Regina👛: also damn I think Janis and (y/n) our new insomniac duo

(Y/N): unfortunately yes I’m so fucking tired also good morning Gretchen

Aaron🧍‍♂️: why are you guys up so early it’s not even six yet? I literally woke up because of all the buzzing

(Y/N): cads woke me up :(

Regina👛: my skincare and makeup routine take like and hour

Gretchen🌷: I like mornings ☀️

You finished getting ready and headed over to Cady’s room like she asked you to. “What’s up cads?” “Eee (y/n) ok so first of all how are you feeling about your first day” “a little nervous and tired I only got like 2 and a half hours of sleep” “oh goodness (y/n) why didn’t you sleep sooner?”cady says concerned “Because I wasn’t tired?” You half joked. Cady hands you a paper. “That’s a map of the school the way Janis sees it she gave it to me on my first day I feel like it could be helpful for you” “oh um wow thanks cads” you say giving her a half hug. Your aunt knocks on Cady’s open door “hey girls good morning” “good morning mom” Cady says enthusiastically, you yawn “morning” you say with a small smile “I’ve got to head to work but I’m assuming you girls have a ride?” “Yeah Aaron’s gonna pick us up I think?” Cady answers “alright I love you two, be on your best behavior and call me or text me if you need me” your aunt says as she leaves “bye” you and Cady say at the same time. You head to the kitchen and pour yourself a bowl of cereal

(Monday 6:40am) fruit loops

Regina👛: my mom is doing a coffee run what does everyone want?

Damian🌟: iced coffee, oat milk, vanilla

Gretchen🌷: just the usual for me and Karen

Janis👾: iced coffee, oat milk, lavender

(Y/N): um (your coffee order) please

Cads🦁: can you just get me a tea?

Regina👛: yeah of course I’ll get your favorite

Aaron🧍‍♂️: regular coffee, cream and sugar please

Regina👛: ok also who’s picking up who today? I can get Karen and Gretchen as usual

Aaron🧍‍♂️: my mom said I don’t have car privileges this week so I can’t give anyone a ride

Damian🌟: I can get janis for sure but if anyone else needs a ride I can get them too

Cads🦁: can you give (Y/N) and I a ride please we’re ready whenever you are 👍

Damian🌟: yeah I’ll be over in 10 then we’ll go get Janis because I know she’s not ready yet

Janis👾: I would be offended but it’s true

Regina👛: alright meet at our usual spot?

Aaron🧍‍♂️: 👍

Damian🌟: sounds good see y’all soon

[xaytried]

Dan Heng x Depressed Reader

self-Indulgent idk what im doing bro. first fanfic ever??

not proofread!! 1.4k words

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The day you had begun as it usually does. Being woken up by your cat at 6 in the morning, even though you had gone to bed at 3 am. You should have learned your lesson by now. Why do you still choose to go to bed so late, knowing damn well your cat would wake you up with the sun. 

It was hopeless trying to go back to sleep after getting up to feed the cat, so it might as well be productive right?

Your idea of productivity was different from others. For most people that meant maybe checking their email or cleaning up a little. For you though, it meant feeding yourself and taking your medication. Things most people don't think twice about, but the hardest part of your day. Your boyfriend knew this. He usually got up around 6, not because of the cat. He’s always been a productive and curious man. He gets up early and takes care of himself without any issues. That's not to say that he doesn't have his problems, but even he can admit that he doesn't have it nearly as difficult as you do. 

You get up and don’t even bother getting dressed, it was impressive enough that you even got up in the first place. It’s just another extra chore. You’re not going anywhere today anyway. The only thing you have today is online, and surely your psychiatrist won’t be able to tell you don't have pants on while on the video call. 

You make your way downstairs and on arrival, your lovely boyfriend, Dan Heng, greets you with a gentle smile, as he does every morning. 

“Good morning, darling.” He looks at your exhausted expression, a little worried that you look so worn out despite having just woken up. But he knows how awful your sleep schedule is. You honestly don't know why he still even wastes his worries on you.

“Good morning.” You reply.

You make your way across the living you into the kitchen. The medication you take requires food before you can take it. Supposedly you'd get sick if you missed this vital step, but you have never risked it. The last thing you wanted was to puke all your expensive medication down the toilet. Unfortunately though, you never really found anything appetizing, not ever. 

“I made you a breakfast taco, it should be in the fridge.” Dan Heng's voice startled you.

“Oh, okay… Thanks.” You make your way over to the refrigerator.

Dan Heng watches you. He watches through concerned eyes. It makes him sad that you always seem to wake up feeling absolutely nothing. No motivation or anything. And it's not like your sad or anything like that. It just hurts his hurt seeing you suffer. 

Ever since you first met him you've been very open to him about your depression, but once he moved in with you it's been more apparent. It's just not fair. It's not fair that a beautiful and kind-hearted individual such as yourself struggled so fiercely to function. You never had energy, you were always tired and your body constantly ached. 

He watches you take your pills every morning. This has got to be the fifth anti-depressant you've tried and it makes his heart ache to see you get absolutely no relief. It's like you're immune to everything you try. All he can do is be here for you, but he wishes so deeply that he could do more.

You slowly eat your breakfast and take your pills, standing in the kitchen for about 5 extra minutes just to stare at the remaining water in your glass. When you were little you used to always drink chocolate milk with your breakfast. That was too much effort now. You zone out, staring at your water, thinking about how much things have changed.

Your mother used to call you a “ray of sunshine”, her “sweet baby”. You never lost that kindness from your mother but it seems you certainly lost yourself. These are things that only Dan Heng can see in you now though. And no matter how hard you tried you could never see it in yourself. If it was the middle of the night and the sun wasn’t awake to mock you, this certainly is something that would make you tear up. But you physically couldn't cry right now. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by your boyfriend's arms wrapping around your waist.

“You okay?” He asks, chin pressing against your shoulder as he speaks. 

“Yeah.” You reply. Which is the truth. Nothing is ever exactly wrong, it's just never right. This is just how things always are. The cause of your depression was a chemical imbalance, there was nothing that could be fixed. So overall you’d say you’re pretty okay.

“Are you sure?” He lets out a breathy laugh. “You’ve been staring at that water for quite a while.”

You give him a soft smile. It’s not often your serious boyfriend lets out a laugh, but it seems even he knows the power his joy has over you. Coming over here and letting out a laugh into your ear, it’s enough to help you push forward for today.

You turn around, now facing Dan Heng, his hands now resting on your hips while you lean against the counter. Before you started dating him you would never have guessed how important physical touch was for him, he had always been so distant, wanting nothing more than to lock himself in another room and isolate himself for hours. 

Dan Heng certainly preferred to be alone, but ever since he met you he realized her much more enjoys being alone with you. Moments like this, when the world is still and it’s just the two of you, with some peace and quiet. That’s what he lives for. 

You were tempted to speak but then Dan Heng let out a sigh and rested his head on your shoulder. You let your concern show by moving your hand to his back, but you knew that if he wanted to talk he would. Perhaps right now all he needed was some quiet.

After a minute or two of silently rubbing Dan Heng’s back, he spoke. “You know you can talk to me right?”

You have nothing to talk about.

“I love you, I would love to listen, I would love to support you.”

“You’re already my biggest supporter.” You let out a giggle, hoping it would soften the mood a little more. 

“I want to help.” He’s more serious than ever.

“You do help, baby. More than you’ll ever know.” Your comforting words also help to comfort you. It was true. Even before you started dating Dan Heng had been your best friend and biggest supporter. Honestly, without him, you don’t even know if you’d still be here. But you don’t tell him that. He doesn’t need to know that you ever think of not being here. 

He stands straight up again to brush his hand across your cheek and that's when you can see it. His tears. There aren't many but he is without a doubt crying.

“Hey, what's wrong?” You ask him, no longer leaning against to counter, hands cupping his face, deep concern wavering in your voice.

“Y/N, you’re the most loving, kind, most perfect soul I’ve ever met, so why is the world doing you so wrong? You deserve to wake up every day full of excitement, full of energy, ready to take on the day. You deserve to smile, to laugh, genuine ones. Genuine smiles and genuine laughs.” Your eyes start to water, you continue to hold onto his face as tears roll down his cheeks and onto your fingers. “You deserve to be happy, Y/N. It’s not fair. You do so much good for so many people, for me. You make me smile, you make me happy, you make me feel alive. I don’t feel like I need to run anymore because I have you. So why must the world put you through so much pain?”

You had never seen him like this. 

“Shhhh…” you hush him and he looks at you, no longer breaking eye contact to speak. “I’m happier than I’ve ever been because of you Dan Heng,” you promise him. “I finally feel loved.”

After a moment of looking at you, he kisses you. Its soft and warm, a kiss to tell you that he’s not going anywhere and that he’ll be with you forever. 

With him… you’ll get through this.

[captainmera]

Mera, i honestly dont know you put up and manage so many people asking you for stuff-

like today, ive only ever gotten one request (that i realised was a full on commission once i accepted) which i then spent atleast 3 HOURS on. not even to get paid T-T

so i just gotta say on behalf of the Mera crew, thank you so much for putting up with us and our shit.

Thanks I appreciate inte that. 🙇💗

I hope they weren't rude, that you still had fun, and that you learned something from it on how you want to proceed going forward with people requesting things from you.

I dont think people who approach me are shit or anything, it can be a little rude or disrespectful at times, but I boil that down to a few people. It's not the majority. Most people are nice and behave like they would if this had been in person.

I like drawing things, and it helps me fill my day with something.

Sure, It can be a little hurtful when people take advantage of that by just throwing a request/ptompt at me like they're putting paper into a copy machine, without consideration or empathy for me and my time.

Some people come in with the energy of "since you have the time you should do things for me, you're nobody without my attention, and if you don't appease me I'll be upset and think you're a selfish bum." Which is, yknow, unpleasant to put it mildly.

Like, sure, I've put myself here. I post things online, and I like when people are interested in my work - who wouldn't be? I do think it's fun to take prompts. It gives me cause to be social and creative at the same time. But just because I'm willing and open for something doesn't mean it gives people an allowance to be entitled to demand things. They speak as though they have paid me enough with their approach alone.

Yes, I spend between 10min-5hours on pieces depending on if they're doodles, fully rendered pieces, or comics.

I think it is especially a bit entitled to go "I NEED PART TWO GIMME!!!!!!" Right after something like a comic, as though I didn't just finish something that took a while to make. It's not very empathetic.

But I don't take it to heart. People show who they are in their actions. I'm within my right to ignore, block, or politely decline. It doesn't serve me to sulk or get sad over people getting mad, calling me names, or get too pushy about what I should or shouldn't draw.

I understand its excitement, but please behave, yknow? You're not a toddler at the toy isle who hasn't developed a temperament resistance yet. Some people, I think, have an issue with instant gratification.

Have some respect in how you treat and speak with people online. The way you treat others reflects who you are.

If you wouldn't yell at someone irl to make you something, don't do it here either. I promise it doesn't reflect well on you, and I don't care that this is online and we are time zones apart; I will judge you. As will others.

You don't treat people like that.

And I won't let anyone treat me like that either. I've had enough of that in my life, and I'm tired of people calling me gullible and dumb for being polite and kind or giving people a benefit of doubt.

What I have is self-respect. It has taken me a lifetime to build it up, and I still wobble a little on whatever or not I can defend myself sometimes when people are mean. But nowadays, I can more confidently say, "You don't get to treat me like that. It hurts, and it is mean."

If you are the sort to take advantage of someone who is willing to do things for the fun of it, and who don't mind the effort it takes sometimes: then you are most unwelcome here and I host no guilt in removing you however I see fit.

But, like I said, the majority of people who approach me are friendly and level-headed, even when they're awkward or excited.

There is a difference between; "I need X so give me X!! Raarghargh Im going to die!!!" And "aaaa! I really enjoyed Z, if you have the time, I'd love to see more of Z!"

You know? <:T

Just food for thought I suppose.

I hope, though, that you keep doing right by yourself and don't let others discourage you.

[buff-muffin]

(I'm @beanghostprincess btw this is just my main acc) Please please, I need more ideas of yours for the headcanon of Sabo being deaf in one ear. Because the reblog you wrote was awesome and I desperately need more of it. Besides, I would love to make it a bit angstier and write about him struggling but I don't have any experience with this and I think your opinions would be great <3333

AAAAA IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT NJSDNIJSXN OK OK BUT IF YOU WANT ANGST YOU GOTTA KNOW HOW HALF DEAFNESS WORKS. I don’t mind explaining this shit so dw I’m giggling as I write this.

I will say as a like, heads up I was born deaf in one ear Sabo lost it later on so I’m not 100 right but shut up self projection whoop whoop. I can to what I want. You can at least be half right with this information.

So unlike regular deafness it’s important to note Sabo still has one perfectly working ear. An ear that works overtime.

You need two ears to be able to figure out where noises come from cause it will be slightly louder and softer in each ear ect (idk man). Sabo doesn’t have that hence why my thought of needing Koala to be a quick guide for him. Without her help, he’s just gotta look around till he figures out what made the noise. Obviously he doesn’t have to worry too much about sneak attacks n shit cause of Haki but like. A enemy transponder snail calling and Koala is gone? He’s spinning in a circle and moving his head around till the noise gets louder and he can figure out WHERE THE FUCK IT IS.

This plus a pinch of paranoia and left on his own? Delectable. Hearing noises like distant gunshots, explosions, footsteps but can’t sense anyone and can’t figure out where they are or even where to go to help? Horrifying. ESPECIALLY A YOUNGER SABO NEW TO THIS DISABILITY.

Also in social settings this can be super tiring as in loud spaces all that noise is going into one ear and can make hearing one person trying to talk to you directly nearly impossible and rather overwhelming, that’s why I find the Luffy being loud enough to hear in a crowd delightful. There’s no strain cause Luffy is just that loud. But like. Ya know, War zones are pretty loud. And when you’re reaching your stress and social battery limit and you suddenly can’t seem to hear your best friend over the sound of canonballs? I’d be pretty damn close to tears too Sabo.

Also for a short while kid Sabo was probably easily snuck up on at least till he adjusted cause he can’t tell what side people are coming from. And when you get jumpscared cause you didn’t hear someone multiple times in an hour? It makes you feel like ASS

OH!!! Another juicy thing you could use is stripping him of his sight (as in a blindfold or a dark room) and forcing him to rely on his poor hearing to navigate. He can’t hear what’s going on and when you’re stripped of your senses it’s very easy to panic since your body can’t readjust itself.

Dude there is SO MUCH ANGST TO PLAY WITH.

Anyways as a little fluff palette cleanser: The revs obviously learned to adjust to their chief of staff’s disability and Sabo’s personal transponder snail wiggles when it’s ringing so he can know it’s his snail ringing not someone else’s. Any snail given to Sabo must be trained for this.

Ok fr though I hopes this helps! Feel free to ask more about this or ask me more specific things when it comes to your writings if you’re unsure I am always happy to help!!

[stormyoceans]

[VICE VERSA episode 8 parts 3&4]

Tess is such a bitch lmao

So… this is awkward

“Mek looks like someone I liked” the casual queer-friendlyness in this show makes me want to cry

Also side note: I really appreciate that Puen doesn’t get legit jealous learning this because that trope is utter garbage for how possessive and unreasonable it makes a character look

“How DARE you not like me back then when we didn’t even know each other” yeah no fuck off

Appreciate that Puen’s being honest about Mek’s intentions right away rather than keeping it a secret for some flimsy reason

“Let’s try to trust him” seems like a risky call given how big his hate-boner for Tess is

“Do you have a problem?” “yes, I could be riding Puen right now instead of having to look at your damn face”

ALESSANDRO MAHMOUD?????

Don’t fucking touch him

“Our characters don’t click” that’s because one of you is a nice person and sadly it’s the fictional one

He’s wearing his “just quit” shirt again, following your own advice my guy

Omg Talay fucking insulted Mek asjkdlfj

I know I’d probably be on Mek’s side if Tess was still himself and the show’s giving us a very biased pov since we’ve all grown to like Talay /and/ I’m all for revenge after being wronged but yeah I can’t help it, this guy’s a dick

CATS!!!!!!!!!!

The orange one looks so confused, the poor thing

“Are you a cat lover?” ANSWER THE QUESTION

Cakes all over this episode for some reason

TAWAN????? *raging war flashbacks*

I’m sorry but all I’m looking at is the cats

The grey one must feel really comfortable since it’s letting Jimmy hold it like a baby! The way Sea’s holding his is plain wrong though…

This poor guy must be like “what is wrong with this lady”

“If it’s not this cat, I won’t be director” how petty is this bitch

TESS HAS NOT ONLY ONE BUT /TWO/ PEOPLE INEXPLICABLY LIKING HIM????

“I’m going back to liking him” Puen to himself: “brb gotta check if there’s enough budget left to hire an assassin”

T&P: let me have a tasty 0% drink as I think it over

“My mood is just cloudy grey” ROLLLL CREDI–

I see you smiling after Puen touched your belly Talay

But also what is this whole scene

I mean, mirroring each other would be the perfect excuse to kiss…….

Oh? OH????

GO FUCK YOURSELF TALAY

Mek went back to liking him real fast, holy shit

“GREYLLERY”??? THAT’S NOT EVEN A PUN

Puen being jealous here is completely different from what I mentioned earlier, here I actually get it even if jealousy is never a good thing

Puen literally RUNNING to join Talay alkdskld

It makes me sad how sad Puen looks

DON’T LEAVE!!

Puen listening to the perfect sad music to fuel his broken heart

Talay, c’mon, can you really not figure out what’s bothering him?

Grabbing his cheeks omg

“I haven’t even seen your face, yet I like you” MY HEART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was worried Talay was gonna blow it after Puen showed so much vulnerability but THIS IS GREAT, I’M SO HAPPY

FINALLY!!!!!!

Take that, Mek, you little bitch

Also is this the right time to bring up that they are using other people’s bodies to make out……..

Tess is such a bitch lmao <<<<< HE'S REALLY ALWAYS BEEN THE BIGGEST ASSHOLE JUST DITCHING HIS FRIENDS AND BRAGGING ABOUT STEALING OTHER PEOPLE'S CRUSHES AND THEN HE GOES AND COMPLETELY RUINS TALAY'S LIFE AND /STILL/ IS A TOTAL JERKFACE TO TUN IM SORRY BUT THIS IS A TESS HATE ZONE

“Mek looks like someone I liked” the casual queer-friendlyness in this show makes me want to cry <<<<< IT REALLY IS SO NICE i know we've already talked about it in a previous episode but i will never get tired of saying how much i love this. talay says he liked a man before and it's something that can just BE. kita and fuse pretty much know that he likes puen even if he hasn't actually admitted it and they never question it. puen and talay don't have to come out to up and aou because they act lovey dovey once and up and aou just take it in stride and go right into teasing them. and i said it before, but this isn't only a thing in the alternate universe, where same sex marriage is legal, queerness in vice versa just is and it's beautiful

Also side note: I really appreciate that Puen doesn’t get legit jealous learning this because that trope is utter garbage for how possessive and unreasonable it makes a character look // “How DARE you not like me back then when we didn’t even know each other” yeah no fuck off <<<<< REASON NUMBER 9264828648 WHY I LOVE VICE VERSA!!!!!!! other love interests in BLs: you liked someone else? you liked someone else before meeting me? jail for almost-boyfriend! jail for almost-boyfriend for one thousand years!!!!! puen the walking green flag: [uses that as an excuse to hold talay's hand and give him a cheek kiss] LIKE IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAY HE IS SIMPLY BUILT DIFFERENT

Appreciate that Puen’s being honest about Mek’s intentions right away rather than keeping it a secret for some flimsy reason <<<<< after what happened in episode 4 puen has been trying so hard to be honest and upfront with talay (except for his name, which is way more about puen's own sense of self rather than any actual malicious intent of hiding stuff from talay), and even when talay tries to deal with everything by himself (like with tess' clothes) he's always the one to remind him that he's not alone and that they're a team and that they can find a solution together!!!! they do have some misunderstandings throughout the show but they never last longer than an episode because they're just SO GOOD AT BEING OPEN AND COMMUNICATING

“Let’s try to trust him” seems like a risky call given how big his hate-boner for Tess is <<<<< puen was trusting the talay effect to work its magic and the talay effect is gonna come through!!!!!!

“Do you have a problem?” “yes, I could be riding Puen right now instead of having to look at your damn face” <<<<< THE WAY I CHOKED ON MY OWN SALIVA THE FIRST TIME I READ THIS COMMENT AND SPENT THE FOLLOWING 10 MINUTES COUGHING MY LUNGS OUT TRYING TO RECOVER SFJKSGFKSGDKSG funny you would mention that though because one of my favorite headcanons is that talay indeed likes to rid-- [GUNSHOT]

ALESSANDRO MAHMOUD????? <<<<< THE DOUBLE TAKE I DO EVERY SINGLE TIME JUST BECAUSE IT FEELS SO WEIRD TO ME THAT PEOPLE OUTSIDE OF ITALY KNOW MAHMOOD TOO

“Our characters don’t click” that’s because one of you is a nice person and sadly it’s the fictional one <<<<< SFJKSGFFKSGDJ YOU AND TALAY ARE BOTH BEING SAVAGES THIS EPISODE AND I LOVE IT

Omg Talay fucking insulted Mek asjkdlfj <<<<< HIS FULL NAME IS TALAY RAWI 'IM A NICE PERSON BUT I WILL CUT A BITCH' LERTPANYA DO NOT TRY HIM (also not to be that person but talay is so hot when he's angry)

I know I’d probably be on Mek’s side if Tess was still himself and the show’s giving us a very biased pov since we’ve all grown to like Talay /and/ I’m all for revenge after being wronged but yeah I can’t help it, this guy’s a dick <<<<< weirdly enough mek is pretty much the only character in the show that im very neutral about. i recognize his narrative purpose because they needed to parallel the pangpuentalay situation in episode 7 to have talay being the one to choose puen this time around, but aside from that i don't really feel much for mek. that being said, i unfortunately have to admit that if i believed the person in front of me was tess, i would be an absolute petty bitch too ;;;;;;;;

TAWAN????? *raging war flashbacks* <<<<< SFJKSGDJGSJDG THE KINNPORSCHE EFFECT

I’m sorry but all I’m looking at is the cats // The grey one must feel really comfortable since it’s letting Jimmy hold it like a baby! The way Sea’s holding his is plain wrong though… <<<<< im pretty sure jimmy actually has a cat while sea has a dog!!!!! which would definitely explain why the cats seem so comfortable with jimmy while sea's idea for putting them at ease is meowing at them sfjksgdj also im never letting go of my puentalay cat dads headcanon!!!!! which is basically talay finding a small stray crying during a stormy night and bringing it home (because if there’s one thing he can’t resist it’s a pair of big sad eyes), and he wasn't really planning for the cat to stay but puen has already named it and now it’s too late. and then one day talay gets home and there are TWO CATS in their living room because puen thought the kitty needed a friend to keep him company while they’re at work so now talay has THREE KITTENS to take care of (yes the third one is puen)

This poor guy must be like “what is wrong with this lady” <<<<< pang really said 'if puen and talay can let their friends be actors in the movie then i can kidnap this random stranger who happens to look like a famous actor in our universe to play in it too'

TESS HAS NOT ONLY ONE BUT /TWO/ PEOPLE INEXPLICABLY LIKING HIM???? <<<<< you've already watched episode 9 so you know mek didn't really mean it but when i watched the show the first time around i remember thinking that at least mek was attracted to tess in the past but hated him because he was an asshole and only started to like him now that he's actually talay (and lbr who wouldn't love talay), meanwhile im still sitting here wondering why the hell tun never stopped being in love with that jerk

“I’m going back to liking him” Puen to himself: “brb gotta check if there’s enough budget left to hire an assassin” <<<<< puen sitting there like 'i should have known the talay effect is too powerful and now i can't even blame this guy because talay IS nice and cute and of course every single person on the planet would fall in love with him i've just played myself once again'

“My mood is just cloudy grey” ROLLLL CREDI– <<<<< me every time a character mentions the title of the episode/show/movie: [points at the screen] THEY SAID THE THING!!!!!!!!!

I see you smiling after Puen touched your belly Talay <<<<< talay tries not to show it but he's just so ridiculously fond and charmed by everything puen does THEY'RE BOTH SO GONE FOR EACH OTHER IM EMBARRASSED FOR THEM

But also what is this whole scene <<<<< IT'S TWO BESTIES BEING RIDICULOUS TOGETHER AND YOU MUST BE TIRED OF HEARING ME SAY THIS BUT IM SO HAPPY THEY CAN BE SILLY AND HAVE FUN TOGETHER LIKE ACTUAL FRIENDS

I mean, mirroring each other would be the perfect excuse to kiss……. // Oh? OH???? // GO FUCK YOURSELF TALAY <<<<< WHEN I TELL YOU TALAY LOVES TO TEASE PUEN WHICH IS GOING TO TRANSLATE TO HIM SEXUALLY FRUSTRATING PUEN TO NO END AFTER THEY GET TOGETHER

Puen being jealous here is completely different from what I mentioned earlier, here I actually get it even if jealousy is never a good thing <<<<< this is just my personal interpretation but I've honestly never read puen as being jealous here, not more than talay was of pang in episode 7 anyway, which was not at all, not really. like puen says, he knows that talay doesn't have feelings for mek, but both him and talay have this fear of being left behind, of not getting to love the person they have feelings for, while also being selfless enough to take a step back if they (mistakenly) believe the other could be happy with someone else. that's why mek was essential as the last step to make puentalay happen, because in ep 7 talay needed puen to choose him, but puen also needed talay to choose him back, and when talay finally does there's nothing standing between them anymore, not even themselves

Puen listening to the perfect sad music to fuel his broken heart <<<<< puen was also listening to music when he was being all sad in episode 6 I JUST LOVE HOW CONSISTENT THIS SHOW IS AND I LOVE PUEN MY MOST BELOVED CRINGEFAIL SAD KITTEN SWEET POTATO DARLING IDIOT

Grabbing his cheeks omg <<<<< not to be incredibly sappy but TALAY IS HOLDING HIS ENTIRE WORLD IN HIS HANDS!!!!!!!

“I haven’t even seen your face, yet I like you” MY HEART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! // I was worried Talay was gonna blow it after Puen showed so much vulnerability but THIS IS GREAT, I’M SO HAPPY // FINALLY!!!!!! <<<<< THERE AREN'T ENOUGH WORDS IN ANY HUMAN LANGUAGE TO PROPERLY EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS ENTIRE CONFESSION SCENE JUST SCREAMING SHAKING CRYING THROWING UP SPINNING COUNTERCLOCKWISE ON THE FLOOR WAILING KICKING HOWLING PASSING OUT. the fact that it happens when the lights are out to emphasize that their feelings aren’t about the bodies they inhabit but about who they are!!!!!! puen being so overwhelmed with emotions he needs to grab talay’s wrist to ground himself!!!!!! the tear falling down puen’s cheek and the ear graze and the hand at the small of talay’s back!!!!!! THE KISS PARALLELING THE ONE IN EP 4!!!!!! and not to be that person again but you can actually hear NOISES under the music!!!!!! and i do love that talay likes to tease puen but they both know when it's time to be serious and honest with each other which is why they communicate so well!!!!!! CAN SOMEONE JUST PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY THIS IS GETTING SO EMBARRASSING

Also is this the right time to bring up that they are using other people’s bodies to make out…….. <<<<< SFJKSGDJSGDKS SHHHH WE KNOW BUT WE DO NOT TALK ABOUT THAT

[down-thedrain]

for the opinion post ummm let me know your opinion on either six or mark heathcliff ^_^

ohhhhhhg okay . youre taking me out of my comfort zone i never thing about the alternates LMFAOOOOOO. putting this under the cut cuz its long

ig ill start with mark??? first of all nonbinary as hell and anyone who tells you otherwise is lying to you. second xe's a very interesting character to talk about because basically everything i can say about xem spirals into other characters but ill try to keep this focused on xem as much as possible. anyways GOD i miss act 1 when we were constantly learning new information about xyr life and xyr suicide. i honestly really wish the first act had gone even farther with establishing xem because i feel like all we really know about xem is the encounter and xyr paranoia. especially since alex didn't intend to go much farther with xem after the first act it would have been nice to get more detail with xem back then.

LUCKILY I AM THE RULER OF MAKING UP RANDOM BULLSHIT ABOUT CHARACTERS ! SO I DONT CARE

i genuinely think mark had so much love to give to so many people but it just got stifled again and again and its extremely heartbreaking . i think mark wanted to be better and make a difference in the world but ultimately was never allowed to. xe was excited to have a baby sister, as evidenced by alt!cesar using her against xem in vol 1 restored. xe was glad to FINALLY leave school (i believe xe was a senior when xe died. which is awful but yk) after giving everything xe had left in xem to just barely pass. xe loves a lot of things about life like the autumn leaves and drumming and . xyr one friend that xe does doesnt even like xem. but its okay xe's sure xe's just misjudging him!!!! (xe's too afraid to confirm or deny this.)

but i think all that love gets stifled by xyr environment. xe's miserable, feeling restrained by the stories xe's had drilled into xyr head from birth; even though xe still believes them, xe's been coming dangerously close to seeing the holes poked into xyr little worldview. xe fights every day to hold onto those little things that make them happy, because some days it feels like thats all xe has. and okay i was memeing earlier when i said people who tell you mark isnt nonbinary are lying but unironically i think mark takes solance in xyr identity because its the one thing no one can take away from xem to matter how hard they try. xe's continuously told that xe has to succeed and be fine for the sake of everyone else around xem and it exhausts xem because xe is traumatized. its so awful and xe's so tired of it all. thank god this this the last year of high school, because maybe now xe can finally hope to be free.

but. yk. thats not really how the story goes. is it.

it is a sin to kill a mockingbird.

UHHHHH SHIT NOW I GOTTA TALK ABOUT SIX NOW OOPS!!!! like i said earlier i dont. think. about the alternates very much. they just arent interesting to me in the same way the human characters are. theyre interesting in their own way of course!! but personally i prefer the more complex and nuanced conflicts present between the human characters.

HOWEVER!!!!! six really stands out from all the other alternate characters because . a. the implication that he ISNT an alternate makes me crazy insane and i really hope that gets elaborated on in vol 5 and b!!!! he's responsible for so much in the plot and a lot of the conflicts that i really love in the human characters. he's responsible for mark's paranoia, adam being. like that. lynn dying which brings thatcher and ruth over to the murray house and resulting in ruths death. SO GODDAMN MUCH. he influences nearly EVERY major aspect of the plot but in a much more direct way than gabriel does, and that makes him much more interesting to me. i really like how so much of it can be traced back to him and he DOES SOMETHING WITH THIS. he comes in to talk to adam and is like hey girl. im gonna drop the most devastating information of your entire life without any kind of warning whatsoever. oh yeah and you also only met me like two days ago in a basement after you lost the only person that ever cared about you. get fucked ! and thats so funny to me . i love him hes a piece of shit

unfortunately like i said i just dont think of him in a blorbo way like i do with the human characters.... (and adam) i just dont think hes all that 3 dimensional. i think the POINT of him is to be creepy and uncomfortable and threatening and making it so that he like. cares. about mark or adam or wtv kinda kills the vibe?? i really like when people do it in aus and such but trying to apply it to canon. cant say im a fan sorry. IT CAN DEFINITELY BE INTERESTING THOUGH just not for a horror series that horror in it. yk what im saying

uhhh idk how to end this post. i could talk about how mark and six relate to each other but im tired LOL i think six should bring mark back wrong that would be fun. bless

[greedygreedyphilza]

so op mentioned in this lovely fic about techno saving phil from the nether instead of phil saving techno and the fic is wonderful and very good, please read it. but i raise you this, techno saves phil, but phil saves wilbur since techno and wilbur are twins 

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It’s rare that Phil feels unprepared, he’s always meticulous in his preparations for anything. He has fire resistance in case he falls into lava without being able to save himself with his wings, he has golden apples in case he gets into a rough situation, and enchanted golden apples if he gets in an even rougher spot. Phil even has a totem of undying, just in case. He’s only been in a few situations where he’s had to use one, today just happened to be one of them. 

A couple ghasts jumped him and while he was able to fell them, one of them still got a lucky shot and nicked his wing. Nothing a good preening and a few days of rest wouldn’t fix, but he couldn’t fly for now. It was just his luck that a misfire from his bow hit a zombie piglin and there was no way for him to fly away. He was surrounded by them and though unlike him he forgot to bring any blocks with him to the nether and with no time to mine any, there was no way he could tower out of their reach. Phil was thoroughly and utterly screwed, he would just have to hope he had enough golden apples to last him through the swarm and that he could be quick enough eating them to save himself. 

Phil was sure he wasn't going to make it out of the damned nether when a golden sword blocked the slash of a sword aimed at his head, a young piglin- no wait, a young kid? Phil didn't have time to tell all he knew was the kid was helping him and seemed to be able to hold his own. 

The two were able to thin the horde of zombie piglins until they stopped coming, Phil let out a sigh of relief and finally got a good look at his rescuer. The young boy had features of a piglin, small tusks pointing out of his mouth, droopy piglin ears, wild pink hair, and deep red eyes, but looked deceptively human otherwise. He must be a hybrid is what Phil concluded, just like him. 

"Thank you," Phil finally spoke to the young hybrid. 

The boy huffed at him and looked to his hoofs, which Phil had just noticed, seemingly in though about something. The piglin hybrid looked up at Phil one more time before speaking to him. Phil wasn't exactly the most versed in the piglin language but he could make out a bit of what he was saying, "Follow," was the only thing he got out of the first sentence and "Help," was the only thing he got out of the second, but it was enough. 

Phil nodded at the little piglin and the boy led him to a crack in the netherrack wall, it was small and inconspicuous Phil would have never seen it on his own. He was just barely able to make it through the tight squeeze to what he could assume was where the piglin hybrid had been staying. He couldn't be sure unless he asked but the other piglins probably hadn't let the boy stay with them, their untrust of humans making them push the boy away. 

The hybrid led Phil farther into his home and into a room the piglin must have carved out, inside another boy was leaning curled up against the wall. "Help," the piglin spoke again, Phil only getting a few words, "Brother"- no "Twin brother." 

Phil turned his attention back to the other boy, he looked rather human, his brown hair and eyes, his human complexion, the only thing clueing Phil in were his pointy ears. The other boy was shivering and had let out a small cough, Phil showed the boy his empty hands before he slowly reached over to lay his hand on the kid's forehead. Phil almost flinched back at the heat, there was no way he wasn't running a fever. The pink haired boy had walked closer to Phil and was pulling lightly on one of his arms, "Help him," he grunted in his native tongue. 

Phil weighed his options, he could leave the boys here to grab supplies from the overworld and try to heal the boy in the hellish heat or he could take the kids with him and hope the overworld had no adverse effects on them. Phil had never met a hybrid from the nether before so there was no way he could be sure they could cross into the overworld without consequences. But it seemed worth risk, there was no way the brown haired boy would get any better in the heat with a fever. Phil turned to the pink haired boy, "I need to take him to the overworld, I can help him there," He spoke slowly and carefully in hopes the boy would be able to understand him. 

The pink haired boy seemed slightly confused but the browned haired boy spoke up, he spoke in piglin and from what Phil could tell he was relaying Phil's words to his twin. "Can you understand me?" Phil asked the brown haired boy. 

"A little," He said, trying his best to mimic an overworld accent. 

Phil nodded, "Okay, well, I'm going to pick you up and bring you to the overworld so I can help you," the boy nodded at Phil's words, "Do you know if you can go in the overworld?" 

The brown haired boy shrugged and Phil tried to keep his worry about it to himself, he carefully picked the boy up and made his way out of the twins' home. The pink haired boy followed him close and watched him with skeptical eyes, Phil couldn't exactly blame him for it. 

"Do you have names?" Phil asked on their long journey home, usually with Phil's ability to fly the journey was simple and quick but without it he was forced to carefully navigate the nether with two kids in tow. On the journey he realized he couldn't exactly keep calling the kids the brown haired one and the pink haired one in his head anymore. 

"Wilbur," the kid in his arms spoke.

The pink haired boy grunted and Wilbur translated, "Technoblade." 

"My name's Phil," Phil said, carefully adjusting the Wilbur in his arms as he made his way up a hill. 

It was then that Phil realized how close they actually were to his portal, it was harder to recognize the terrain from his new perspective but he could see the glow of his portal farther up the hill. He almost let out an excited whoop in his relief, Phil was exhausted and though he wanted nothing more than to get home, preen his feathers, and go to bed, he had more important things to focus on. 

Once they made it to the portal Phil set Wilbur down, letting the boy lean against the obsidian as he let out another cough. Phil took a deep breath and addressed both boys, "Okay, I'm not sure if going into the overworld is going to hurt you both, so I want to test it. If you can't come into the overworld, I will go and bring supplies to help Wilbur," Phil spoke slowly so Wilbur could translate what Technoblade couldn't understand, "Technoblade, I want you to come with me to the overworld. If it hurts, I want you to go right back through the portal, understand?" 

Technoblade looked to Wilbur a few times as the boy translated for him before finally turning to Phil and nodding. Phil took a deep breath again and led the boy over to the portal, he went through first. Technoblade came through right after him, he was a little unsteady so Phil helped balance and ground the hybrid with a hand on his shoulder, he hoped it was just the boy experiencing the dizziness and nausea of going through a portal for the first time and not anything to do with the overworld's adverse effect on piglins. 

Once the piglin had steadied himself Phil took his hand off Technoblade's shoulder, "How are you?" Phil asked hoping and praying that the boy was okay. 

"Good," Technoblade responded, short, simple and to the point, but Phil didn't mind since the more simple the easier for either of them to understand right now. 

"Good, I'll go get Wilbur then," Phil spoke and stood up, he went through the portal again, carefully picked up Wilbur, and went through the portal for the third time. 

Wilbur also seemed a bit jostled from the dimension traveling and groaned, lifting a hand to his forehead in pain for a bit before seeming to adjust to the overworld. Technoblade had stared at his brother, seemingly ready to attack Phil at his twin's discomfort, the golden sword he had used when defending Phil still clutched in his hand. 

Wilbur had looked down at his brother once the dizziness had settled, "I'm okay, Techno," he said in piglin, or at least Phil was pretty sure the last bit was Technoblade's name shortened. But Technoblade seemed to instantly relax at his brother's words. 

"The portal is a bit always from my house," Phil told the boys, "I'll bring you there and I can help Wilbur." 

Everything seemed to feel much farther on foot, it had been awhile since Phil had been reduced to walking. Not since he had similarly sprained his wing in a storm he knew better then to fly in, at least this time the ghast hitting him wasn't the cause of his stupid decision. The walk to the house was quiet apart from Wilbur's occasional cough and Techno's soft grunts, though the boys seemed rather enthralled by the overworld if their wide and bright eyes had anything to say about it. Phil would have chuckled and shown and explained every little thing that they were interested in in different circumstances, if there was one thing that always got to Phil it was childlike curiosity and enthusiasm. 

Phil led the boys inside his house and brought Wilbur to a spare room, he laid the boy down in a bed and covered him up as he shivered. Technoblade stood by his brother's bed and Phil pulled a chair up for him but the piglin hybrid didn't take it. 

"I'm going to go get some things to help Wilbur," He said and left the two boys. He grabbed a small health potion from his basement and wet a washcloth in the sink before returning to the boys. Technoblade had turned away from Wilbur and to the door, his back to his brother and hand still clenched around his sword's handle. It must have been instinct, is what Phil reasoned, probably coming from the many times Technoblade had had to protect his brother. 

Phil walked over and sat in the chair Technoblade had neglected, Technoblade turned to watch him. Phil gave Wilbur the health potion explaining that it would help him feel better and laid the washcloth over his forehead, Wilbur accepted the cold washcloth with relief. 

Phil stood up from his spot, "Alright, I'll make us all some soup. You're both probably starving from the day you've had." As if on comedic cue, Technoblade and Wilbur's stomachs growled and Phil let out a chuckle, "Any preferences?"

"Potato," Technoblade spoke up first and it was the first word Phil had heard Techno speak in overworld tongue. 

Phil was a bit puzzled at the request but Wilbur nodded along as well so Phil left to make them potato soup. 

Over the weeks the boys stayed with Phil as Wilbur recovered, he taught them the language of the overworld at Wilbur's request. It took a bit of digging but he found old picture books stuffed away and covered in dust, looking at them Phil found that they were actually his old picture books that had somehow survived his years of traveling, he was incredibly thankful that they had. Phil would read the boys a few every night, having to recycle some of them when he ran out. However the boys didn't seem to mind in the slightest. Wilbur seemed to pick up the language more easily than Technoblade did, but the next night when Phil came to read to them he seemed to know more then the previous night and Phil had no doubt Wilbur was teaching the boy before they went to bed. 

Technoblade hadn't left his brother's side the entire time, diligently staying by his side protecting him from any oncoming threat. Phil did everything in his power to convince the boy he and his brother were safe in Phil's house but it would take awhile before he could unlearn the need to be constantly vigilant. Plus Phil was never a man to push, even if he wished the boy would at least sleep in bed with his brother or in another bed Phil had offered him in the same room. The piglin hybrid seemed to only sleep leaning against his brother's bed, the gold sword still clutched in his hand even as he slept. 

Wilbur's recovery was going well, it was only a few days after the boy's arrival did he feel up to exploring the house Technoblade in tow. Phil led the boys around the entire house, explaining every room to them, the only place he didn't take the boys was the basement, afraid the boys would be too curious and hurt themselves with the potions or the brewing stands. A few days after that Wilbur had wanted to explore outside so Phil had shown the boys his cows, Phil explained what they were since the boys had only heard stories about them and had never actually seen one in real life. Next he had shown them his farm, Technoblade had taken quite an interest in the potatoes and carrots. 

Phil had harvested some of the carrots to show to Technoblade, he looked at them quizzically, "Can you make into gold?"  

His overworld speech still wasn't the best but Phil understood what the boy had meant, "Yes, you can. Would you like to see?"

Technoblade had nodded enthusiastically and Wilbur seemed to laugh at his twin's enthusiasm, Phil took the few gold nuggets he kept in the chests outside and used a crafting bench to meld the items together. Once he was done, he gave the golden carrot to Technoblade who, for the first time since he had been with Phil, set down his sword to inspect the carrot more closely. Phil kept the excitement at his sign of trust down as to not startle the boy and watched him as he spun the carrot around. 

"Can I eat?" Technoblade asked and as soon as Phil had nodded, bit into the golden carrot. The boy let out a squeal of excitement and flapped his free hand. 

Wilbur brightened up at his brother's excitement, "Can I try?" 

Technoblade shook his head and held the carrot to his chest turning away from his twin, "What? Techno, no fair!" Wilbur whined. 

Phil chucked at the boy's antics, "I'll make you one, Wilbur." 

Wilbur turned his gaze over to Phil and followed him over to the crafting bench to watch him make another one. Once Phil had finished, he gave the carrot to Wilbur. The boy took a bite of it as soon as he got his hands on it, but grimaced at the taste. He spit the carrot out, "Blegh, that's gross." 

Phil chuckled as Wilbur gave his carrot to even more excited Technoblade, "I don't like them that much either, Wilbur. We'll just have to save them for Technoblade, huh?" 

Wilbur nodded enthusiastically. 

It was very early in the morning when Phil woke up, he's never one to wake up early without a reason behind it. So despite everything seeming fine he flicked his covers off and swung his feet around to the side of his bed. Everything seemed fine as he surveyed the house, until he came onto Wilbur and Techno's room. It had taken two weeks but Technoblade had finally started to sleep in a bed beside Wilbur, once he had put the boys to bed and checked on them before he turned in himself. He found the boys holding hands in between the beds and the sight had warmed his heart, but that's not what Phil is greeted with when he checks on them. Both of their beds are empty and there things are gone, Phil panics and starts running around the house calling for them. He tries to keep the panic out of his voice so as to not startle the boys if they're still here but the more his searches come up empty the more panic rises up his chest and into his throat. 

Phil checks over the entire house before he concludes they must be outside, so he checks the cows pen and the farm. The boys are not there either, but some potatoes had been stolen from the farm and not replanted. It must have been Techno or whoever had taken Techno. No, he can't let himself think like that. Phil reasons they must have just gone for a walk in the morning and didn't want to wake him, it's not exactly logical but Phil will hold on to it for now. 

When he doesn't find them, he takes off to the sky to find them. His wing was better now, the ghast had simply sprained it and only a few of his feathers were affected, but not enough to affect his flying. Wilbur had come up to him one night, past the time Phil had tucked him into bed. Somehow he had been quiet enough to not wake Techno. 

Phil had finally gotten the time to properly preen his feathers, carefully pushing and pulling feathers back into place and getting rid of any extra down. Wilbur had asked him about it before Phil had the chance to ask him why he was awake so Phil had explained and shown Wilbur how to do it. Phil had let Wilbur practice on his non-injured wing and the boy had brightened at Phil's praise. All things considered Wilbur had done a pretty decent job, Phil told him as much. 

"Why are you up anyway?" Phil had asked and Wilbur seemed to shrink a bit. 

"I- I had a nightmare," He said, staring at his lap. 

"Aw, come here dove," Phil said, opening his arms for Wilbur to rush into. 

The boy began crying as he recounted the nightmare, "Me and Techno were back in the Nether, and he was protecting me. And he was doing good, when one of those big piglin's with the axes showed up," Phil had seen some in his time at in the nether, they were vicious beasts that attacked people whether or not they were wearing gold, people called them brutes, "And Techno tried his best but the big piglin won and- and- and then," Phil shushed the boy as he started to hyperventilate, he got the picture. 

"Just breath," Phil said rocking the boy back and forth, "It's okay, I'm here. It wasn't real." 

Wilbur continued to cry into Phil's chest, Phil kept rubbing the boy's back keeping up with his affirmations. Eventually Wilbur calmed down, "Thank you." 

Phil had smiled at him, "Anytime, now let's get you back to bed, hmm?"

The memory sparked Phil's search on even more until he spotted the boys in the clearing by the nether portal and landed near them but not too close in an effort to not have the wind of his quick landing blow them over. As soon as his feet hit the ground he ran over to them and pulled them into him, "Oh thank god, I found you both." 

The boys pulled back confused, "You were looking for us?" Techno asked. 

"Yes, of course," Phil said, now as confused as the boys looked, "I was worried." 

"But," Wilbur spoke this time, "I thought you'd want us to go back home since I'm all better now." 

"What?" Phil almost yelled but he kept his volume down for the kids in front of him, they couldn't have possibly thought he was just going to dump them back in the nether when Wilbur was better? At first that had been Phil's plan, but the moment he had picked Wilbur up in his arms it seemed his parental instincts had taken over and he knew he couldn't just lead these boys back to their deaths, "No, of course not! I thought you boys had wanted to stay with me. Because you both can stay as long as you want," No matter how much he wanted to, if they really wanted to go Phil wouldn't stop them. Though they couldn't stop him from following either. 

Tears sprung up in Wilbur's eyes, "But, I guess- I just thought-" Wilbur was struggling with the words and one look at Techno told Phil the piglin had been hiding his face in his arm to hide his tears. 

"Oh, come here, both of you," Phil wrapped his arms and his wings around the boys, "You're home is my home now. We're a family now, if you want it." 

Wilbur and Techno both furiously nodded in his chest and Phil's heart was beyond warmed. He couldn't ask for anything better than this moment, holding both of his boys close. Warm and safe nestled in his chest and protected by his wings. 

Taglist: @moo-moo-meadows

[thefreakymunson]

hi!! i LOVE how you write angst and i got this idea that i think you would KILL: im eddie thinking takes the reader to a concert after party where certain…unfamiliar substances…are present and she somehow ingests them by accident. she’s freaking out because she doesn’t know what’s happening and starts to have a rly bad trip. eddie finds her and helps her through it, taking her home, apologizing PROFUSELY because he feels like it’s his fault for putting her in danger, etc. ends in fluff bc he makes her feel better but eddie realizes he maybe should be more responsible?? im gonna be honest i know very little about that kinda stuff so i say go crazy creatively speaking but i think it would work rly well with his character !! don’t feel pressured to write if you’re not comfortable though !! ty :)

You were hesitant to come along to the after party but Eddie was still your best friend. Things had just been a little rocky between the two of you since you and him had gotten into an argument over something so trivial the week before. You couldn’t even remember what truly started the argument. You just remembered hearing him say the words: “No wonder no one wants to be with you. You’re too much of a bitch most of the time.”

And you hit back with, “You’re just always going to be a fucking lowlife drug dealer in this shitty town while I use my bitchiness to succeed.”

It lead to a yelling fight where you both hashed out mean words that neither of you meant. You left his trailer that night and didn’t speak to him for nearly three days, which was a record in the relationship you had with Eddie. You were usually inseparable. Even though you weren’t together, or not exclusive, you still had feelings for him.

Those three days made you miss him and you were the first to budge. You went by his house after school one day, walked into the trailer, sat yourself directly on his lap, and kissed him as if your life depended on it. You weren’t sure why you done it – well, no other reason than you were usually shitty with words and expressing your feelings verbally. He said nothing with his words, but the way he gripped you and pulled you tighter against him, and then fucked you on the couch, spoke volumes.

There were still hurt feelings – you both had said horrible things, but you were both trying to work past them because the friendship, and budding relationship, meant everything to both of you. And that’s how you ended up at Corroded Coffin’s after party, even though you rarely went to bars. You’d do anything for Eddie even if it pushed you out of your comfort zone a bit.

You had spent most of the night dancing with the group of friends you had, mostly girls by now as the guys were getting tired. Your feet were screaming at you though and you made you way over to Eddie who was sitting at the bar, beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other, as he chatted with whoever was sitting beside of him. You placed your hands on his thighs and leaned into him as you spoke.

“Eddie,” you whined into his ear, “My feet are killing me. You still have those Tylenol in your pocket?”

“Sure do, doll.” Eddie said, pulling out the contents of his back pocket which had way more than just two little tylenols you had asked him to hold onto earlier. Several small baggies filled with different pills of various sizes and shapes blurred past you as he sifted through them to find the two pills.

He handed you the baggie with two little white pills that you thought looked a bit odd, but it was dark in the bar and you were already a little drunk. You trusted him, took the tylenol out of the bag, and popped them in your mouth without a second thought.

“You having fun?” Eddie yelled over the song that started blaring through the speakers.

“Loads,” you grinned, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before you pulled back, picked up your drink, and went back to the dance floor.

-

Eddie had noticed he hadn’t seen you in the last thirty minutes and that was odd. You knew how to keep yourself safe but he still liked to keep a check on you every few minutes – he knew how guys could be in these situations. They were all high, thanks to him, and he barely knew any of the guys other than his band members.

“Hey, have you seen Y/N?” Eddie asked, gently touching the girls arm that he seen you dancing with earlier.

“Yeah but it’s been a few minutes...said she needed some air and that she was getting dizzy.” She shrugged.

He scanned the room once more before he made his way out the front door. He found you sitting with your back against the brick wall on the far end of the building, your shoes sitting beside of you as you held your head in your hands.

“Y/N,” Eddie called out as he jogged closer to you, “Hey – you okay?”

“Somethings wrong,” you groaned, trying to look up at him but every time you moved your head, your vision seemed to blur and you couldn’t make out his shape.

“Hey, what’s up?” Eddie asked, squatting down beside of you, “You’re gonna get your pretty dress all marked up sitting on the ground like that.”

He got a closer look at you, seeing your smeared makeup and your pupils blown wide.

“I – I don’t know,” you said with an eerily calm voice that didn’t match your expression one bit, “I took the tylenol and ever since then...nothing feels like it’s moving, Eddie. Am I breathing? Are you breathing?”

Eddie racked his brain, trying to figure out exactly what had happened. And then it hit him. He hurriedly turned away from you and pulled the baggies back out of his pocket, sorting through them quickly. He felt his heart sink at the sight of the two tylenol’s still in the baggie that he was supposed to have given you earlier.

“Fuck,” he groaned and shoved it all back into his pocket as he tried to think of what to do next.

“How many did you take, Y/N?”

“Two. The two in the bag.” You nodded.

Goddamnit, Eddie. You’ve really fucked up now, he thought to himself as he stared at you.

“Okay. That wasn’t tylenol, baby. That was something much – much different.” Eddie sighed as he walked over to you, “Let’s go home, yeah? Maybe that will help if we get you in bed.”

He helped you into the van, making sure your seat belt was tightly fastened before he got in the drivers seat. When the car went to take off, you groaned and held your head as you bent over.

“I know, I know.” Eddie sighed, gently rubbing your back, “Just keep your head down. It’ll help.”

Eddie felt ashamed for the first time in a very, very long time. He wasn’t proud of the fact that he sold drugs but half of these idiots in this town would never become anything. They were all addicts and he could get by with the feeling of helping them because it was truly only the money he was after. But this? This sight in front of him crushed him.

You were a good girl. You rarely smoked weed. Sure you drank and had a little fun every once in awhile. You deserved to. Eddie had wanted this to be a fun night away from the distraction of work and school and here he was accidentally getting you high. You were a straight A student and you were a hard worker. What if they randomly drug tested you at work? What if this got you addicted? What if he just screwed up the trajectory of your life?

He should’ve just left you alone after the argument, told you to leave when you sat in his lap, restrained himself from touching you. He didn’t deserve any of that from you. You were a good person and he was just some lowlife drug dealer who didn’t deserve a shot at having a life with you. Eddie Munson had never hated himself more than he did in this moment.

Before you even realized what was happening, you were being pulled from the van as Eddie helped you walk, tucking himself under your arm as he helped you up the two small steps and then into the trailer.

“Eddie, what’s wrong with me?” You asked him after a few minutes of stumbling through the small hallway, “Why’d you do this to me? What did you give me?”

“I didn’t mean to,” he said as he choked back the tears that threatened to fall.

He helped you get back into the bedroom and you flopped down on the mattress face first, groaning the dizziness came back at the sudden movement. He sat down on the floor beside of you as you turned to look at him.

“What’d I do wrong, Eds?” You asked, willing the room to stop spinning as you tried to look at Eddie but he seemed to be floating in your vision.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetheart.” Eddie said, soothing your hair back, “This was just a mistake. I fucked up and I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Eddie?” You asked softly, feeling his hand on the side of your face.

“Yeah?”

“Why do you do it?” You whispered, “Can’t nobody like feeling like this...how do you...be okay with doing this to people?”

“Guess I’m just some lowlife drug dealer after all, hm?” He frowned behind his palm as he looked at you, watching as your eyes slipped closed. He soothed your hair back, trying to keep you calm until you were fast asleep. When your breathing slowed and you dropped your grip on his arm, he knew you were fast asleep and would be out for awhile. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply, pressing his face into the mattress as he cried silently, body heaving as he sobbed. He would never forgive himself for this and he knew you wouldn’t either. He didn’t deserve your forgiveness.

When you woke up the next morning, you realized you had practically wrapped yourself around Eddie in a vice grip. You weren’t sure what happened but the last thing you remembered was being in the dance floor with your friends and asking Eddie for Tylenol.

When he felt you stir, he was immediately awake, gripping your chin and checking your pupils. He visibly relaxed when he saw they were normal sized and you were sentient now. You nuzzled into his palm, placing a kiss in the middle of it as you looked up at him.

“You okay, baby?” He asked softly.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “Don’t remember anything that happened but I’m okay.”

“I…” he closed his eyes and sighed. He knew he needed to tell you the truth but he knew it was going to hurt when you got mad at him. “I accidentally gave you X.”

“X?” You looked at him in confusion, “What’s that?”

“Ecstasy,” he sighed, “I know. I know. I fucked up and I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N.”

You sat up a bit, pulling back away from his grip and he braced himself for the onslaught of anger. But you couldn’t be mad at him. Not with him staring at you with those big eyes and the sad expression. You knew him better than to ever think he’d ever purposefully give you something like that.

“So that’s why I don’t remember coming back to your place, huh?” You laughed softly, shocking him.

“You’re not mad?”

“I can’t be mad at you, Eds.” You sighed, reaching for his hand, “I thought they looked odd before I swallowed them but I didn’t think twice. I know you’re not going to give me something like that to try and hurt me, Eddie. I know that.”

He sat up and you leaned in closer to him, resting your forehead against his as he stroked your cheek. He wouldn’t bring up what you said to him last night. It hurt too bad to even remember the look on your face.

You could tell he was still fighting himself internally. The stress was elucidated on his face and you hated it. He didn’t do anything wrong on purpose.

“You okay?” You asked him.

“Yeah,” he shrugged, “You?”

“Feelin’ a lil hungover,” you sighed and nodded, “But I’m okay. It was an accident.”

He his hand around the back of your neck and gently kissed your lips, sighing as you moved closer against him until you were pressing him back down in the mattress and straddling his waist.

“I love you, Eds.” You mumbled, “Forgive yourself, okay?”

[erzsebetrosztoczy]

I need more awkward lovey-dovey Jalim in my life, I am tired of angst and sadness *sobs*

Okay so first of all. @magicmossrabbit IM SO SO SO SORRY I REPLY THIS LATE, things gotten out of hand after i boldly stated i gonna write tons of fics i still want to but uhh it slowed really down

I hope i can make it up for you with this💕 💖

Pairing: Salim x Jason

Summary: Jason offered Salim to show his local cinema but without any instructions, Salim’s left to figure out what the young american means with all this, and what does his own feeling thell him about this situation.

Words: 2900~

Genre: Fluff

Night out

Part 1.

„Don’t worry Baba, you got this! I’m more than sure it’s gonna be nice!” Zain's voice crackled softly from the telephone receiver, Salim pressed the receiver to his ear with his shoulder, busy with which shirt to choose.

His room looked like a blown-up war zone — cabinet doors wide open, clothes thrown on the bed and the armrest of the reading armchair, even succeeded to land a few unlucky jackals and jeans in the big search to the floor.

„I haven't been on anything like this in a long time, son. I've forgotten what it's like, and how to do it.” Salim pulled another shirt out of the closet and stepped in front of the mirror; holding the garment to his chest. He paused and started to study his reflection with a sour look. Since the war ended and Salim moved out with Zain, he felt it was time to rest for a while, he did what he had to do and there was really no reason to keep himself in perfect shape all the time. Not that Salim was overweight, he still had the strength that he had gained in his military years, but his old uniform was already a little tight around his stomach. He straightened his collar with one hand and smoothed the fabric that had folded along the buttons.

It was a long time ago, a very long time ago when Salim had to be ready for a date. The last occasion was a good twenty years ago when he and Zain's mother got to know each other. “It's a memory from ancient times.” Salim thought and turned to have a good look at the back of his shirt.

„What color do you think suits me? „ He asked his son, who had been clanging something on the other end of the phone. “Zain? Can you hear me? What are you doing there?”

Salim heard something, like a slamming door, then buttons being pressed, and finally a few seconds later, the sound of a machine was audible.

„Sorry, Baba, I'm here, I'm listening. I just came down to the laundry to do the laundry.” Zain apologized with a deep sigh, as he made silence around himself at last. “Now I’m all ears, Baba.”

Salim smiled — at home he always had to unpack the mess after Zain, even though he wasn't really a neat man either. If he admits it, Salim’s still aren’t one to begin with. He was glad that Zain was finally able to keep his life together and manage his own things, including tidying up and washing dishes. He maybe should take an example of his son in such matters…

„It’s okay, Zain. I just am having a dilemma which shirt to wear. What do you think? “

“Now that I can't even see what you're wearing, it's hard to tell, but if there's something red or black or something uhh… brown?”

Climbing back into the closet, Salim was forced to turn on the lamp— venturing into the deepest part among the clothes. He found some old shirts, but he didn't think it would be a good idea to go on a first date in a ten-year-old, old-fashioned plaid shirt; even though he's not that old. He finally found two that could compete for a decent look— he wanted to choose between a black silk- and a burgundy red shirt, although he didn't know which would be more suitable for an evening dinner.

Trying on the red, Salim put his vote in this one; he felt that he looked better in this, than in a simple black, which would simply fade into the darkness of the night. After all, red would be the color of love and passion. It might even help him... He straightened the collar buttoning it on his wrists. This way you will definitely look better, than just appearing in an everyday T-shirt in front of Jason.

Speaking of Jason — the older man looked a bit anxious about the upcoming meeting; the young American did not give him any guidance in how Salim should be dressed, as he did not tell him either where or which place Jason would take him.

“Don't sweat it Salim, I got everything in hand.” He said this, two days ago, when they last met; winking provocatively at the older man. As annoying as Jason's nonchalant behavior was, Salim had to admit that he was, at times, sheepish by these actions, and it made him feel giddy.

He didn't think he'd ever feel that way after all this time — let alone for a man, with whom they were enemies and could have killed each other back then.

Slowly this bond, this friendship — the gaze with which they looked at each other, changed. It felt completely different now, when Salim hugged Jason as a greeting or thanks — the touches of the other’s skin; leaving a bubbling, tingling feeling in their fingers, and their hearts.

Salim first avoided thinking about them together, what if they were a thing, if he could show, if he could reveal what he feels for Jason; but he didn't do it. Not because of himself, but because of the younger man. Salim didn't know what Jason could feel exactly, only the man himself could imagine it — only Salim sees what isn’t really there, or Jason is truly interested in him. He did not know what he would say; what he would do; how it would affect their relationship, if Salim would admit his feelings toward Jason.

When they met for lunch together; their conversation— which was always so enjoyable; they could talk about anything and everything. Somehow that day they started talking about movies — what they usually watch, or what kind of genre they are interested in. Salim admitted that since he was young- more precisely- since Zain was born, he hasn’t been to a movie theater since; he didn’t see a single movie on canvas. He always managed to watch everything only by cash on delivery, from disk.

’Till two days ago.

~~~~~

Thus Jason mentioned that he knew some very good cinemas nearby, and that he might have heard of some movies coming out recently, that they could go and check out, so Salim would finally have a real movie experience. Of course, Salim immediately agreed; not knowing what he was getting himself into.

Jason nodded, telling Salim he will get the tickets two day later, and they will go in the evening. The two of them. In the evening. To a cinema.

Salim's feet were moving nervously; as he sat on the couch, scanning the window —when Jason would appear to pick him up. His glances became more frequent on the wall clock; he clenched his fists- then spread his palms on the sofa’s cushion.

If they go together… and Jason buys the tickets for them...

What if he doesn't see it as a date? What if he just sees it as two friends going to see a movie, because Jason just wants to show the movies there? What if Salim is overcoming too formal and elegant; if Jason appears in a ragged hoodie? Then he would certainly see through, why Salim got all dolled up. And if——

A car drove down the street, stopping in front of Salim’s house, and a few seconds later a short honk rang through the air.

Swallowing hard, Salim got up from the couch, smoothing down his shirt one last time. “Don’t need to worry. Don’t need to overthink. Just go and watch that damn movie!” He repeated as he was locking the entry door.

As Salim was approaching the jeep— heart beat faster, his clenched fists started to sweat, feeling as if he had been walking from the house to the road for an eternity. The engine rumbled loudly, Salim felt it was as loud as his own heart in his chest, while he walked over to the door of the front seat to open it.

Jason lay back in his seat behind the wheel, watching Salim from the side, as he made his way into the car, then Jason greeted him. He wore a black leather jacket with jeans, never forgetting his worn-out baseball cap, which had become Jason’s famous signature accessory.

„Good to See You Salim! Ready for the night?” He asked with an excited smile. A gleam ran through his arm when he moved in the seat.

„As ready as I can be.” Salim replied with an embarrassed laugh as he was nestling in the seat. „Let’s get going then, Jarhead.” Jason hummed in agreement, but before he stepped on the gas, he turned to the side, pulling out two narrow pieces of paper from his jeans pocket.

„Our tickets.” Jason raised his arm towards Salim, waiting for the older man to take the ticket. Salim reached for it, their hands touched, what felt more than just a moment, until finally Jason dropped his own, back on the steering wheel.

„To the middle line?” Salim raised the ticket to his face, reading it out loud to dispel the previously created vibe —what he thought was an embarrassing moment.

„Why?” Jason frowned confused, his cap hid half the gesture and Salim's throat clenched; how adorable he looked that way.

„I'm flattered that you think my eyes are so good, that I can see that far away, but unfortunately I can't. Glad I brought my glasses.” He said, reaching into the chest pocket, he pulled out his glasses then wiped the lens with his sleeve.

„Don't worry, you're gonna see in that middle row.” Smiled Jason mysteriously. „...It’s a nice shirt.” He said, watching the older man from the side. „Red looks good on ya Salim.”

Salim's heart jumped at that statement as he wrapped his fingers around his seat belt.

„T-thanks, Jarhead.” Salim coughed, he started scratching his nose, before the American could see the dumb smile that crept up on his face. “Will you start moving or we'll have to wait out the entire movie here?”

Jason laughed softly, turning silently forward he finally drove away from Salim's house.

After a half hour of driving — that partly passed with embarrassing silence, partly with listening to some radio music — a dense woody area appeared in front of them, as they were about to leave the residential buildings. Salim blinked around in bewilderment; if they were going to the movies, shouldn't it be near the city center? Why are they going to the suburbs then? He didn't say a word, Salim trusted Jason, he was reminded of this— countless times, when down in that hell, they fought together. Still, Salim curiously leaned toward the windshield— maybe he would notice a building next to the row of trees.

„Jason?” He asked finally, when the younger man drove down by the line of trees, leading to an iron gate. „What is this place?”

The gates were closed, although a light was shining from the guard booth, and as Jason stopped by the stall, a woman peered out the window. They greeted each other properly then Jason, reaching into his pocket, turned to Salim.

„Give me your ticket.” He opened his palm in front of Salim waiting for him patiently. After a few moments of searching, the Iraqi could pull out his ticket from his pocket, landing it to his friend.

And again — there was the lingering touch, that feeling of Jason’s skin on his own, that Salim could not put into order in his heart — nor in his heart.

“Third row; twelfth position.” Turning back into the bunk, after a little search she reached out, handing Jason a card; squirting a warm smile at them she let them pass through.

Jason drove through the gates and they moved onto a wide pebble road, the lead into the heart of the wooded area.

“Are you gonna tell me where you took me? It is true that I have been in one for a long time…but this is not what cinemas look like in my memory.” Salim squirmed in his seat, trying to see some familiar building in the pitch-dark or anything, that makes some sense, why are they in the middle of nowhere right now.

„Well, maybe you've never been to a place like this, but this is a cinema!” Said Jason, with amusement but confident nevertheless. „You'll see.” He promised, patting Salim gently on the shoulder.

The road leaned to the left as they followed its curve; in front of Salim a huge white board — a canvas board started to come in frame with bright spotlights and plenty of cars around it.

Jason slowed down as they reached the sea of cars, carefully navigating from one direction to another.

“I still don’t get it, Jarhead.” Salim said, scratching his nape confused. “What kind of weird parking lot did you bring me?”

Jason let out a wheeze under his nose, his whole body leaning onto the wheel for support.

“This ain’t some “weird” park, Salim.  Fuck Salim, there weren’t any drive-in cinemas, at home in Iraq?” The younger man raised an eyebrow in disbelief, glancing at Salim for the side.

Salim shot a shy smile, biting in his lip, he then just shrugged his shoulders. No, as a matter of fact, where Salim lived, there wasn't even a normal movie theater, they always had to walk or drive to the nearest city if they wanted to watch something. It was a rare occasion when he had a chance to enjoy a good movie.

Jason sighed concerned, he turned to the left, he steered the wheel back, facing the car to the screen; driving between two short iron poles he stopped the engines. Glancing out the car, Salim saw the pole on his side had a radio-like device…like a walky-talky.

About to turn toward his partner, asking about this odd thing, Jason started to pull down both windows in the front as he leaned out of the car, grabbing that mini-radio, he managed to place it on the edge of the glass frame. Turning back to the older man he motioned towards the other radio to Salim.

“Place it next to you, before the movie starts.” He instructed, as Salim quickly did as he was told to do.

“And now?” He asked, leaning back comfortably in his seat, eyes on the blank canvas, curious about the following.

“Now we wait, until the movie starts, smartass.” Jason squinted with a cheeky smile, and Salim felt that drop in his heart again.

„Oh, sure, of course! I thought the same...” Salim stuttered out, feeling that rosy blush creeping up on his cheeks again. He quickly pretended to scratch his head; turning to the side he looked out again, hoping he would find something interesting on the little radio, instead of getting lost in Jason’s gaze.

“Oh I almost forgot!” Jason quickly turned backwards in his seat, leaning to the backseat between his and Salim’s. “I have some snacks for when we get hungry.”

All of a sudden Salim couldn’t even decide what to do, where to look as Jason leaned back in such a way he gave Salim a perfect view on his butt.  

For a few seconds he couldn’t dare to look in that way, what if Jason would turn back in that moment, catching him staring; then what would he say, how would he explain himself to Jason?

But this concept lasted exactly for five solid seconds when curiosity defeated his common sense.

First he only allowed a side glance for himself, barely moving his head — Jason was kneeling on his seat, legs hooked under the steering wheel. The black leather jacket slipped up on his back, revealing a gap where there was nothing to cover his hips.

His boxer slightly peaked out of his jeans — it was a dark grayish-blue textile and further down his ass got pressed tightly into the denim, bringing out a nice, round ass. As he moved to stretch further backwards, his whole body started to move with him, including his...

„Gottcha!” Jason chuckled, as Salim heard rattling bags, and soon Jason swung back into his seat, with a loud grunt.

Right at that moment, Salim quickly turned away; leaning down as if he was tying his shoelaces the entire time.

“Did—did you find everything you wanted?” He asked as calmly as he possibly could. He was glad the windows were down, and the night surrounded them, otherwise his lobster red cheeks would be very telling.

The film was quite good — Salim mentally remarked. Not an outstanding creation, but it had exciting scenes he couldn’t turn away from; and it had a few better jokes on which both of them could laugh… But despite all the trying, Salim couldn’t concentrate fully on the film. Only that scene — Jason bending back on the seat, back exposed.

After this, he tried not to look in Jason’s direction so often when the movie started, and when the theme song rang up, he was genuinely relieved to finally get the attention off of him.

~~~~~

Now it was certain, he won’t be able to keep it a secret for long, and Salim was sure in that as well, that he fell in love with Jason.

Salim realized he doesn’t know what to do now.

[turtle-steverogers]

i was thinking but do you know the unsent project? it is this website where you can write a message to your first love that you never sent to them. now imagine steve writing one (or multiple) to bucky after he came out of the ice after nat told him about it... yeah

hello hi anon this broke me and it was too perfect not to turn into a ficlet klafjldskjfalskf thank you

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Unsent Letters

To:

Steve’s fingers freeze over the keyboard, the cursor blinking at him. It feels like it’s taunting him-- teasing him with the burden of choking out a name. What should he even say? The sender is anonymous, but how many people are named Bucky out there? Would anyone even care?

To: Bu

Steve huffs and backspaces, his hands trembling as he curls them into fists. He isn’t sure what provoked Natasha to tell him about this website. It’s a cruel tease to everything he wishes he could say-- wished he could say before Bucky slipped through his fingers. And now his only option is yelling into an abyss. The text box is black and daunting. He turns it yellow. No, too happy. Green. Yes, that’s fine. Bucky’s favorite color was always green.

His gaze wanders away from the screen of his hefty Dell laptop and out the window of his apartment. DC’s low rising buildings span out in front of him. His gut aches; he misses New York already. But he knows being there would only mangle his soul further, seeing his already alien home torn to shreds by literal space whales. He huffs, thinking of Bucky’s comics. His stories came to life after all. Bucky would have probably vibrated out of his skin if he knew there was other life out there.

To: My astronaut

How’s space treating you? It’s treating me pretty badly, if I’m being honest. If only you could see what it’s done to Brooklyn. I think you’d be pretty mad at it if you knew…

Steve hesitates, reading back over what he’s typed. It’s stupid as hell, and he cringes, but he doesn’t backspace. His fingers find the keys again.

I miss you something awful. I don’t think that even encompasses how much I’m hurting without you. I feel so lost right now-- space is much bigger and scarier than you’d think. I know you’d love it. I wish you could see bits of it, but god, I just want to go home. I want you to come home.

Steve freezes again and finds the screen blurry where tears have welled in his eyes. His jaw clenches as he pictures the way Bucky would laugh at him-- teasing him for his dramatics and ruffling his hair. He wishes he could be there now, rolling his eyes and nudging Steve’s shoulder.

“What’re you upsetting yourself for?” He’d say, gently closing the laptop and coaxing Steve into his arms. “I’m right here, pal.”

And if Steve closes his eyes, he can almost feel Bucky’s warmth enveloping him. But he’s not there. He’s dead, and Steve’s a goddamn ghost, drifting through a future that doesn’t know him.

He opens his eyes and stares at the text box, then clicks submit.

The screen loads, and his message is gone, his pain forever documented in the abyss.

-

For someone who fought aliens two weeks after waking up from his impromptu seventy year sleep, Steve’s life is pretty monotonous. He contemplates this unfortunate fact as he stands in front of his toaster, hair sticking up on the back of his head as he nurses a mug of coffee and waits for his toast to pop.

It’s 5:45 in the morning and he tries to remember a time when he didn’t rise this early. Before the war, perhaps. Though, he’s always been a bit of an early bird. His home life was sporadic to put it lightly and he’d learned from an early age that the sooner he was awake, the better it was for everyone. Vigilance is not a new concept for Steve.

He hasn’t always stayed up late, though. That’s certainly new, and he feels this fact viscerally as he catches sight of his reflection in the microwave. There are bags under his eyes that will be gone by mid-morning thanks to the serum. Dermatologists hate him, Natasha says. Steve thinks he’s pretty lucky that the serum more or less equipped him with a built-in anti-aging agent. His father had started balding by thirty.

His toast pops and he starts a little, blinking blearily at the slightly burnt bread as he pulls it out of the toaster with his thumb and forefinger. He spreads on the same raspberry jam and butter that he uses every morning and tries not to think of how bland it tastes in his mouth as he eats it standing at the counter. Another routine.

He tries not to look at last night’s dishes in the sink as he stacks his plate and silverware on top and doesn’t bother sorting out his hair before pulling on his sneakers and slipping out of his apartment. The sun hasn’t quite risen yet, only the beginning tendrils of light sneaking over the low tops of the DC buildings, and Steve vaguely regrets not grabbing a sweatshirt before he left. It’s not quite Summer yet and the mornings could still get pretty cool.

He’s about to take off down the street when he freezes. Natasha is sitting on the steps of his complex, wearing a pair of pink tinted sunglasses and tossing up and down the keys to her car. Steve blinks, rubs his eyes, then blinks again. Nope. She’s still there.

“Nat?”

Natasha looks up at him and smiles. “Hello.”

Steve shifts, uncomfortable. “Hi. You need something? Is there a mission?”

“No,” Natasha says lightly, standing. “You’re not running this morning, though. Come on, I’m taking you to Starbucks.”

“What?”

“Starbucks. You’re going to try it.”

“I don’t want--”

“Steve, you do the same thing every day. Step out of your comfort zone a little.”

Steve frowns, but Natasha’s right-- he really doesn’t ever stray from his routine.

“Fine,” he says, and twenty minutes later, they’re strolling into the nearest Starbucks.

He’s only been in one before, and that was to use the restroom while on a run. He’d bought a water bottle in an attempt to not be rude and use their facilities without giving them any business, but he hadn’t even considered the expansive menu. All the fancy names were too daunting.

They’re just as daunting now as he stares up at the board, heart hammering out of his chest as he’s faced with indecision. Natasha takes one look at his face, and reaches out to squeeze his arm.

“I’ll order something for you,” she says. “What kind of coffee do you like?”

Steve gives her a pained look. “Um… just coffee?”

Natasha quirks a smile and orders him something called a caramel macchiato. He’ll take it, he guesses.

The drink is too damn sweet and sugary and he almost gags. Still, he was always told to finish what he was given, so he drinks the whole thing.

-

To: Mr. Sweet Tooth

You’d fucking love it here. Everything is packed with sugar and sweetness-- enough to make even my teeth rot. I had something called a caramel macchiato today and it tasted like someone took your ma’s caramels and condensed them into a cup. I couldn’t stand it, but I know if you were here, you’d want at least twelve. I hope you’re enjoying all the sweets you can up in space.

Love, Mr. Boring

-

Steve’s fingers are stiff and frozen as he works at the straps of his stealth suit. The tangy taste of saltwater still sits heavy on his tongue, and he clenches his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering too harshly as he finally peels off his suit. It’s not much better, being naked, but at least the wet fabric isn’t clinging to him anymore.

The mission had been pretty straightforward until some alien tech managed to blast the quinjet to kingdom come, and they all free-fell straight into the freezing Atlantic.

Steve had managed to keep it together as they took down the goddamn mad scientist that fucked them over, but now that he’s home and alone, he can feel the adrenaline crashing.

He’s shaking from more than just the cold as he draws himself a warm bath, and he pulls his knees up to his chest, trying to breathe through the panic that wants to engulf his entire being.

He loses time for a bit, and comes back to himself lying in his bed, burrowed under several thick layers. He feels so cold, down to his very soul-- a chill that he can never seem to truly shake, even when he’s warm.

Not for the first time, he wishes Bucky were there to hold him. He slips off to sleep thinking old, comforting thoughts of Bucky rubbing his hands between his own, coaxing his head under his chin to engulf him in that natural warmth of his. He always was a fucking furnace.

But when Steve wakes an hour later, shaking hard enough to move the bed with the force of the nightmare he’d dropped into, Bucky is not there to soothe away the ice.

-

To: JB

im so cold and i cant breathe ever and nothing feels right. I dont know what to do, u were always the problem solver between us and i cant think straight right now and i just want you here please. I cant do this anymore, im so tired please come back. I need you please

-

The Winter Soldier file sits in front of Steve-- a horrifying nightmare wrapped up in a neat brown folder. Residual nausea swirls around in his gut as he comes down from the horrible high of reading through the contents. His hands shake where they grasp the thick paper. His heart clenches hard in his chest.

Bucky is alive. Bucky is alive, and he’s been unmade.

Steve doesn’t know where he is-- if he’s escaped, or if Hydra found him again. It’s been three weeks now since the helicarriers, and he’s only just gotten the courage to sit down and wade through the shit that is Bucky’s reality.

He just hopes he’s safe. God, he hopes.

Sam says he’ll help him look, and Steve needs to know he’s at least out of danger, but he barely knows where to start.

And he’s sorry. He’s so fucking sorry.

Blinking out of his reverie, Steve looks at his laptop. He feels strange and detached as he reaches for it and logs in.

To: Bucky

And yes, that feels right. He should use his name, since he suspects no one has for a long, long time.

I’m so sorry for what happened to you. I’m sorry that you’ve been hurting so quietly for so long. I understand if you’re not ready to come home-- I understand if you never are. I just hope that you know that there will always be a place with me that is safe. I love you so much and I’m here, forever and always.

Love, Steve.

He’s not naive. He knows it would be dangerous to submit that particular message, so he doesn’t. But that’s okay. That one’s just for him-- for them.

-

“Steve? What is the… Unsent Project?”

Steve frowns and pokes his head out of the kitchen. Bucky is sitting on the couch in the living room, using his laptop, because his own is having storage issues.

Bucky looks at him. “It’s one of your saved tabs. What is it?”

And oh, fuck. Steve had forgotten to remove that from his homepage-- it really wasn’t needed anymore. He blushes all the way to his ears.

“Oh, it’s-- nothing. Not anything important--”

But Bucky has already clicked on the tab.

“The Unsent Project,” he reads aloud. “A collection of unsent text messages to… first… loves…”

He trails off as he processes what he’s looking at, and Steve can’t quite read his expression when he looks at him again. His eyebrows are furrowed, and he’s looking at Steve like he’s some sort of kicked puppy. Steve shifts, uncomfortable.

“Were you sending me… messages? While I was dead?”

Steve swallows. “Um…” and now that Bucky says it out loud, it really does sound quite sad. He shrugs. “It’s Natasha’s fault?”

Bucky shakes his head, clicking on the search bar. He starts to type his name, but Steve shakes his head.

“I didn’t use your name.”

“Oh,” Bucky says, then frowns at him again. “What did you use?”

Steve blushes harder, sitting next to Bucky and taking the laptop from him.

“Um…” he hesitates, then types what he was sure he used as his first alias.

My astronaut

The screen buffers and loads, then fifty or so messages pop up. Steve scrolls down-- it doesn’t take long to find his.

They’re both quiet as they read, and Steve cringes. Jeez, he really had been pretty dramatic. Next to him, Bucky makes a hurt noise.

“Oh, honey,” he murmurs, taking the laptop back from Steve. He reads the message again, then once more, and reaches out for Steve. “Aw, I’m here now.”

Steve huffs, embarrassed. “I know,” he says. “That was way back, like, three weeks after I woke up.”

Bucky stills. “You fought aliens three weeks after you woke up?”

“... More like two.”

Bucky hums. “Are there others?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, reaching out to type on Bucky’s lap, because Bucky is holding him now and he’s quite reluctant to move. He thinks for a moment, then types in the next one he remembers.

Mr. Sweet Tooth

Bucky laughs, and Steve finds himself smiling.

“I find this funny,” Bucky says. “Because caramel macchiatos are definitely one of my favorites now.”

Steve laughs, too, and butts his head against Bucky’s shoulder.

“If only I could tell that to myself back then-- he’d be thrilled.”

“I’m sure,” Bucky says. “Any more?”

Steve hesitates, thinking of the one he’d sent after that nightmare-- when he was low and hurting. Incoherent. He isn’t sure he wants Bucky to see that particular side of his soul, but Bucky has been more than generous in letting him in on his pains nowaday, and it’s not like Bucky hasn’t witnessed Steve’s own current nightmares.

He bites his lip and types in JB. That seems to yield a lot more results, and it takes a while for Steve to find the message.

He hides his face in Bucky’s neck as he reads. Bucky’s arms gradually tighten around him, and a moment later, he feels him kiss the top of his head.

“Honey, I hate that you were hurting so bad,” Bucky mutters against his hair.

Steve shrugs. “We both were,” he says, and it’s true. There’s something to be said about the guilt they both feel for not being able to save the other person at their lowest, but life hasn’t been kind to them. The vitriol, Steve thinks, should be directed at the goddamn universe for keeping them apart, not themselves for fucking dying. They’re working on it.

Bucky’s quiet for a long time. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he says. “Is that it?”

Steve shakes his head. “But I never sent the last one.”

“Why not?”

“I wrote it after DC.”

He feels Bucky squeeze him again, and he squeezes back.

“Oh.”

“I just-- I wanted you to know that you didn’t have to come home. That I just wanted you to be safe; needed to know you were safe, but it was up to you. I just needed you to know I was here, if you needed me.”

Bucky pulls back then and cups his face, kissing him soundly. Steve’s surprised for only a moment before he’s kissing back.

“I did know that,” Bucky says against his lips. “I needed time-- I was lost-- but the first thing I knew when I remembered who you were was that you were a safe person, because you’d never force me anywhere.”

Steve kisses him again, then pulls him into a hug. “I’m glad you knew that.” It’s warm, where their chests meet, and Bucky is solid beneath him. Real. He isn’t speaking into an abyss anymore.

-

There’s a sticky note on Bucky’s pillow next to his head when he wakes up the next morning. Steve’s side of the bed is already vacant, and he can’t hear him downstairs. He must have already left for a run.

Propping himself on an elbow, Bucky plucks up the sticky note.

To: My Bucky

Thank you for choosing me to be your home, and thank you forever, for being mine.

I love you with everything I have.

Love, your Steve

Bucky smiles, heart light as he folds the notes. He’ll keep that one with him, he thinks. A little bit of home to bring wherever he goes.

-

anyway yeah fslkjflaskjfls i-- ouch. anything to do with letters w these two hurts me immensely

[purecantarella]

Revamped Rhapsody

double update? who is she? HAHAHA but for real i wanted to release these two at the same time to sort of compensate for being gone for a week. i hope you all enjoy this one too! im nayeon x idol!reader disclaimer/s : i had fun writing some good good angst

Words were important to you, it was a part of your passion and your work. Language was something that you'd adored since you were younger but the premise that you always found it a little odd how words could be twisted to mean or imply different things, just on tone and situation alone.

You wouldn't know or understand it was when you were permitted to write your own songs in your company. The blend of different meanings and people made you find a deeper understanding for the words and lyrics of songs. Then when you met Im Nayeon, the only person who could fill your mind and heart with a rhythm that followed the way you fell in love with her.

It began when you met after you entered the practice room she reserved by mistake.

You tapped away at your phone, your bag hanging lazily over your shoulder as you pushed in the door of the practice room. A familiar song that wasn't yours blasted through the speakers. Your head slowly raised as you saw the eldest member of TWICE staring intently at herself as she danced. You'd watched live performances and met once or twice backstage very briefly, but it was a different sensation to see her in her zone. No cameras and no expectations.

'She has a good form...' You thought to yourself, in an awestruck daze. Just as you were about to retreat to find the right room, a sharp thud and a small squeal sliced right past the blaring music from the speakers. You hastily turned around to see the vocalist on the floor, holding her leg.

"Oh gosh, are you okay?" You asked dropping your bag and sliding to her side. When she got over the initial shock, she recognized you. Her celebrity crush. The vocalist blushed and nodded quickly. The sparkle in her eyes as she gave you her iconic bunny smile made your stomach turn in the best way. "Y-Yeah, I'm good!"

A smile graced your lips as you saw the usually confident extrovert awkwardly fidget with her fingers. "You wanna get up or is this whole floor thing a part of your routine?" You joked to which she laughed, shoving your shoulder gently.

"Oh gee thanks, jerk!" You chuckled before getting up and offering your hand to the shorter woman. Once she took it, you pulled her up slowly, making sure she wouldn't tumble over. "Is your leg okay?" Nayeon nodded quickly.

For a second, there's a silence and a pause. You two just staring at each other like you had for years. Like you knew each other in a much deeper way than just idols who shared the same company. There's a point where she thinks that you might just lean in but nothing comes of the inkling.

"Uh, well I should go. Leave you to it..." You rushed as you took your bag from the ground. Turning to face Nayeon then the door then back to Nayeon. "Uh, I'll see you around?" You asked, readjusting the strap on your shoulder.

"I'll be counting on it." You grinned as you left, the lead vocalist running through your head the entire time you were practicing for your latest comeback.

Brushing past each other in the hallway of the company building became more frequent, on some occasion you both even ate lunch together rather than with her group and your managers or other friends. You both became a little more than smitten with each other and wound up dating a couple months after you first met.

Im Nayeon became your inspiration for working hard, to build to become the person you know she deserves. Of course, she thinks you're pretty great. She was your muse, she just hadn't put all the pieces together yet.

When your latest song dropped, of course she listened to it immediately. Then as she listened to the lyrics that you wrote, the way you described the perfect girl for you, how you began to fall in love with this girl, it clicked in her head. Nayeon rushed out of the TWICE's practice room, making the girls look at her with either a smirk or a look of genuine concern.

She sprinted across the building to reach you in your practice room. As the door flung open, your body shifted to the side, immediately smiling as you saw your girlfriend. "Nayeonie, hey what's u—" She pressed her lips to yours, cutting you off in a passionate meeting much to the dismay of your managers who sat behind you both.

Jumping into your arms, you placed your hands under her thighs as you pulled away. The dopey yet confused smile on your face made her giggle again as she placed a series of kisses over your face.

"You wrote a song for me..." You smiled even wider and placed a kiss on her cheek. "Of course I did, Nayeonie..." You paused for a second before adding, "I love you."

The smile on her face mirrored your wide and bright one as she kissed you again. Deeper and overflowing with an intense amount of love. "I love you too, dummy..." She whispered against your lips.

Despite how much you loved each other though, two years into the relationship both of you became extremely busy. Busier than you'd ever been since you were breaking into the international market and as was TWICE. Coming home to each other tired and grouchy. You'd tried to push it further but with one last fight after a long day of taking orders, you called it quits and left her dorm.

Your break-up was the toughest time for both of you, since you'd never gone public, you both had to maintain the happy facade for both your fans. It was particularly rough on you since a lot of the songs you'd been set to sing all the time were about and for her.

She anticipated every one of your songs since it was the only way she could hear your voice. Hearing how you forced yourself to be bouncy and in love with someone. At least she hoped you were forcing yourself.

On the day of your Sponsored Events, the day your latest song was to be performed during the event. The vocalist watched and saw the visible tiredness under your eyes but you still performed your heart out. Then a familiar melody played. One that Nayeon listened to all the time.

It was the first song you wrote about her. Except the lyrics were different. They were sadder, depicting your break-up rather than how you were beginning to fall in love with her. The lively guitar sound of the original was traded in for a softer and more delicate piano instrumental. As she looked at your face and heard the words that fell from your lips, it all came back to her in a wave, making her heart shatter all over again.

The rest of the girls came in after a while to check in on her and opted to stay with her to offer her some sort of comfort.

Nayeon watched your face intently, the ‘idol’ smile that was plastered onto your lips. You didn’t want to be there. She knew that. The interviewer went through a series of questions about your career and finally about the song. Your song for her, both versions. The smile on your face grew tighter, uncomfortably so.

“So two years ago, you released a song that you revamped and performed for us.” The interviewer asked you and you nodded, a dry chuckle falling from your lips. “And you said before that that song was written for a very special girl. What’s the story behind that one?” He pried making your jaw evidently clench. The girls sitting next to Nayeon eyed her carefully as she stared at your tense form. Silently anticipating what you were going to say.

For a moment, you collect yourself. The sadness swirling in your chest again from rewriting the song that you wrote for her. Having to channel all those emotions without crying on national television. You took a deep breath, releasing it with a pathetically winded laugh. “Short of it is that sometimes you need to let go of things to keep them whole. Uh…” You cleared your throat softly. The smile on your face fell a little, a sad and wistful grin left in its place. “Some things just need to happen to make way for better things, I guess.” You finished, the interviewer stunned.

A silence hung over the live feed for a moment. Nayeon and the rest of TWICE waited patiently to see what would happen next. The man leaned forward, propping his elbow onto his knee as he looked at you and asked, “If you could change the circumstances, Y/n…Would you choose to stay with her?” A somber smile on his face as your head upturned a little, eyes red and watery. Without a second thought, you nodded slowly.

Nayeon’s held tears trickled slowly down her cheeks as she held back a soft sob. “If I could…” You took a deep breath, lifting your hand to fan the tears out of your eyes, laughing softly at yourself before continuing. “I would leave everything behind to be with her.” The vocalist’s members had their arms around Nayeon as you spoke. She had pretty much bawled her eyes out as the unspoken confessions left your mouth.

“But I could never do that to her, not after all her sacrifices. I can’t.” Your voice finally cracked as the feed finally cut. The room echoed the eldest’s soft sobs while you did the same on the other side of the city.

okay, so this one was a little wobbly because i was not sober when i wrote this. had a bottle of soju and i'm feeling good HAAHAHH anyway, i hope you all enjoyed this and remember that requests are open and comments and criticism is completely welcomed! keep safe everyone and i will see you all very soon 😊😁

[starglow-xx]

hello! may i request headcanons for chuuya having a crush on someone who's dense? like he could ask them out in the most straightforward way possible and it would still go over their head?

yes, yes of course you may!

sorry this took so long! my computer was out of commission for abt a week (or two..??)

but this is also my birthday writing piece for chuuya!! (4/29/21) i even added a small drabble thingy in addition to the hcs for the occasion hehe

from where i am, it is about fifteen minutes past midnight so it’s officially chuuya day here!!

happy birthday chuuya i love you! you deserve the whole world and everyone is willing to fight tooth and nail to ensure your happiness! we love you! 💗💗

anyways, i hope you all enjoy this! i kinda had some writer’s block but it was still a lot of fun to write! there might be some mistakes, but i’ll scan over it again later. reader is gender neutral! have fun!

chuuya having a crush on a dense! reader

nakahara chuuya x gn! reader

im cackling somebody help him

he’s frustrated bc you can’t take a hint or a thousand but he can’t even be mad bc he’s whipped

“look at you all dressed up today, wanna go out later? my treat?”

“oh really? thanks chuuya-san! you’re such a nice friend. i’ll go invite the others right now, i’ll see you later!”

“...”

fast forward to later in the evening and he finds himself at a little restaurant with the black lizard + higuchi and akutagawa

sigh

in unison all of them go, “thank you for the meal chuuya-san!” (except aku and hirotsu are quieter & and gin just a nods hehe)

“no problem” (ꐦ ´͈ ᗨ `͈ )

gin only pats him on the back in sympathy

he spends a lot of time trying to think of ways to make it absolutely and undeniably clear that he has feelings for you

he always fails

“(y/n) i like you”

“i like you too chuuya-san”

“really?”

“mhm”

“t-then will you—”

“you’re a really great friend! and superior too”

“...nevermind”

“oh were you saying something?”

“nah, just forget about it”

tachihara is laughing in the corner of the corridor

dont worry, chuuya made sure to get back at him

chuuya’s been pinning after you for years and frankly, his failed attempts to woo you has lead everyone to the breaking point

and i mean everyone

yes, even aku

hell even dazai

but dazai also thinks it’s funny, so he doesn’t mind all that much

okay bye bye dazai-san this headcanon set isn’t abt you rn

PLEASE EVERYONE FEELS SO BAD FOR HIM

they knew even if he kissed you, you still might not get it

so they decided to help him

super secret mission get chuuya and (y/n) together is a go!

they’re still working on a proper mission name, don’t mind them

they had a super secret strategy meeting!

you can bet your ass that they nearly got nothing done

akutagawa & kaiji weren’t much help, neither was higuchi, mori, or elise

tachihara nearly got killed for a thoughtless comment

“just tell them chuuya-san!”

“i already fucking did you ass!”

gin, hirotsu, and kouyou were the most helpful !!

hirotsu and kouyou both agreed on the idea that chuuya should try courting with bouquets of flowers instead of flat out asking you bc they knew you found them pretty

(even if you don’t identify as a female, flowers are for everyone no matter gender or sexuality! so let’s normalize giving flowers to everyone <33 )

gin didn’t speak but she used cards to communicate

everyone knew that you weren’t stupid (you wouldn’t have survived in the mafia if you were) but they did know that you were only stupid when it came to all this lovey dovey stuff

i mean, if chuuya gave you flowers every so often, there’s no way that you wouldn’t piece it together at some point

right...??

but kouyou assured him that even though you wouldn’t get it right away, you’d appreciate the gestures and that he’ll stand out more

she even said that if someone gave her flowers, she would appreciate it, whether or not she reciprocated their feelings

it takes guts to be so up front with your feelings after all

gin and hirotsu only nodded with her explanation

once again, this only provoked a reaction out of tachihara

“what do you know gin? i get the old man and kouyou-san, they’re grown, but you? what do you know abt courting? or flowers? what are you a girl?”

akutagawa choked on his cough, higuchi on air, and on the other side of yokohoma at the ada, dazai is cackling

yes, dazai somehow placed a listening device onto chuuya’s hat and was listening in

don’t ask how, it’s dazai

“DAZAI GET YOUR BANDAGED ASS OFF THE COUCH AND STOP LAUGHING”

anyways

the next day, chuuya did what was barely discussed and for once, things actually started to look up

until they started look to down again

at first, it actually looked like you understood his intentions after he gave you a bouquet of flowers

literally everyone was leaning against the opposite hallway you two were in and then they got excited !!

especially chuuya !

but then your expression sort of changed...??

and then in their heads they simultaneously went, “oh no”

they knew that expression

it was very familiar when you tended to friend zone chuuya

but boy let me tell you what you said next made them facepalm and or make their jaws drop

“ah, so you really are friend zoning me huh chuuya-san; what a shame, i really did like you”

LEMME TELL YOU WHEN I SAY THAT CHUUYA WAS DISTRESSED I MEAN HE WAS DISTRESSED

you liked him??

him of all people??

he wasn’t complaining, no of course not, but he still couldn’t believe it

but that wasn’t what he was really focusing on right now

what in any form or language did it say he was friend zoning you?!

flower language apparently

chuuya chose to buy the bouquet of yellow roses, pink carnations, and yellow carnations bc he thought you would appreciate the brighter colors, and so that you’d remember them better (because remembering them, meant remembering him)

but ooh boy

altogether, they meant the exact opposite message he wanted to send

someone help him pls

“you see chuuya-san, yellow roses mean friendship, pink carnations mean gratitude, and yellow carnations mean rejection; sooo in a nutshell, these pretty much say ‘thank you for being my friend, but im rejecting you”

no one can tell if tachihara is crying or wheezing

and dazai is having the time of his life

yes, he started listening in on him again

and chuuya is just stunned

like speechless and unmoving stunned

is he just bad at this whole courting/dating thing?? it’s only been one day and of it and somehow he was the one doing the rejecting??

“thank you for the flowers chuuya-san, i’ll be going now; i’ll make sure to let this affect our friendship. i’ll see you tomorrow!”

you passed by the not so subtle group of people

“tachihara-kun..?? are you alright?”

just for context, he was leaning his forehead against the wall using his forearm

again, it was hard to tell whether he was crying or wheezing

“i-im okay (y/n)-san...i think c-chuuya-san has it worse than me”

“...okay..?”

BACK TO CHUUYA

he’s still frozen poor baby

but it’s okay bc after like 5 more seconds he’s chasing you down the hallway you were walking in

kouyou, with a knowing smile on her face, ushers everyone away towards the opposite direction

she received some whines (ahem, tachihara and mori) but silenced them by summoning golden demon

but it’s okay

if they run fast enough, they can see what happens through the security cameras

chuuya caught up with you and tried to explain everything but he was exhausted

emotionally, physically (bc since when did you walk that fast??), and generally just tired with the whole situation

he just wanted to call you his; was that too much to ask??

as explosive as he can be, he can be calm and collected too

and he really did try to be that way as he talked with you but it was very difficult at the moment

the dumbfounded and confused look on your face his face twitch with annoyance and his heart started beating faster bc god you were cute

BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT RIGHT NOW

thank goodness after what seemed like years, you finally somewhat understood what happened

you didn’t understand completely but it was something

The two of you stood in the middle of the unusually empty hallway facing each other, you with the bouquet still in hand. It was quiet as you and Chuuya assessed the situation.

You looked at him skeptically and he stared right back you with his gorgeous blue eyes.

“...So you do like me Chuuya-san??”

“Yes”

“And you were trying to court me just now, not friend zone me??”

“Yes”

You got most of your questions out of the way, but there was something that you’ve been wondering about for quite a while.

“...So you’re not gay for Dazai-san??”

“Yes, im not wait—GAY FOR DAZAI?? THAT MACKEREL??”

Chuuya did a double take. What in heavens name made it seem like he liked that suicidal maniac?? Why would he choose him if he had you?

Like he would choose him anyways; or ever consider him as a possible romantic partner.

“Oh, so you are?”

“NO! I SAID I LIKED YOU DIDN’T I?”

“Well yeah, but I thought you liked Dazai-san too. As annoying as he is, he can be quite charming—”

He was out of patience at this point (nope definitely not because you were talking about Dazai who told you that?) and just decided to kiss you.

You immediately melted into the kiss and kissed him back with the same amount of love and feeling.

Letting the bouquet fall to the ground, you wrapped you arms around his neck and his put his on your lower back and brought you closer to him. After a few more moments, the two of you broke apart for air.

The two of you, slightly out of breath, leaned your foreheads against each other and just basked in each others presence.

Chuuya looked into your (e/c) eyes and asked you just a little bit above a whisper, “Now do you get my intentions and feeling?”

You blinked at him before breaking out into a grin, “Hmm I’m not sure; do you wanna do that again Chuuya?”

The red head only blinked back at you before rolling his eyes, a smile present on his handsome features, his heart fluttering at you using his name with the honorific.

“Dumbass”

Smiling cheekily at him, you pressed a kiss on his cheek and started dragging him towards the lobby to take a walk around the building perimeter, knowing that the two of you can’t be too far from work.

The way down to the lobby was mostly in comfortable silence until you said something that made Chuuya want to bash his head against the wall.

“You know, you could’ve just told me you liked me Chuuya. It’s not like I would’ve said no.”

Once again, as the rest of the more power mafia members watch from security cameras, it is hard to tell whether Tachihara is crying or wheezing of laughter.

omake !!

The two of you just started making your way around the building when suddenly a very familiar voice came from Chuuya’s prized hat.

“Chuuyaaaa!! It was about time you stopped being a chicken, Chibi!”

Removing his hat from his head, he started yelling at it not knowing exactly where the listening device was planted.

“TEME! HOW DID YOU—”

“And (y/n)! I would congratulate you, but I think I would rather offer you my condolences. Why him?! He’s just a slimy slug. OOH OOH how would you like to join me in a double suicide?! A shame it won’t be a lover’s suicide but it’ll annoy Chuuya so I think it’ll be worth it! ”

“YOU—”

“And please don’t kiss while I’m listening in. You made me lose my appetite! And it was such a shame! I was eating crab using Kunikida-kun’s money! Do you know what you’ve cost me?!”

“DAZAI YOU PIECE OF—”

“Ah! Kunikida-kun is here! I have to go!”

You can hear something is the background that vaguely sounds like, “DAZAI YOU WASTE OF BANDAGES STOP USING MY MONEY”

“DAZAI DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE IM NOT DONE WITH—”

*Click!*

The click sound from the hat revealed that Dazai disconnected.

Chuuya twitched and glared furiously at his signature hat hating that the voice he hated the most came out of it.

“Aww, I didn’t get to talk to Dazai-san”

Chuuya whipped his head towards you, a look of mock (or real) betrayal showing on his features.

You laughed at him before taking the hat out of his hands and placing it on his head.

He shyly looked away before muttering a thanks making you smile wider. Just as the two of you were about to start walking, a small explosion erupted from his hat; it was likely that Dazai made the listening device self destruct.

“DAZAI YOU BASTARDD”

At the Armed Detective Agency, a certain suicidal maniac hid from the wrath of his current partner as he thought about the wrath his old one.

“Hmmm I wonder if Chuuya would finally stop wearing his ugly hats if I blow all of them up...”

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