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princessmariaphiliper · 3 years

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THE SLEEPOVER FIC | Part 4 The Snake Eyes

Notes: Alcohol consumption and homelessness dialogue warning, and shit innuendos, with cheeky grinning, mostly me trying to remember how Cluedo works

Pairing: James Acaster x Reader

Genre: Fluff with eventual smut, Slow Burn fic

Words: 1,937

Summary: You and James have put yourselves into trouble, but you think maybe it’s hotter that way.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

You were blushing so much you could feel it on the base of your feet. The game of Cluedo had begun some time ago but you were finding it difficult to focus on the murder at hand rather than James. He’d dished you all up a bowl ice cream and was idly digging into his own. To you each time he dragged the spoon up and parted his lips felt like a lifetime. He was even occasionally darting out his tongue to reach any that had melted down the handle.

“I think it's Plum.” James spoke, switching eye contact between you and Ed. Tilting his head he raised an eyebrow in a playful manner.

“And what brings you to the conclusion James?” Ed called on his bluff, James’s face now twisting to hold back a grin.

“No reason”

“Well I think we know who has Plum then”

“Or do we?” James pulled a face again before taking another spoonful of ice cream. You’d hardly touched your own, feeling awkward, hot and bothered. You and Ed had also moved onto your floor now to reach the board easier. Ed taking your beanbag as you remembered he hated sitting on the floor. Your legs were stretched out beside James’s own. Just then he wiggled into the living room floor, placing his elbows casually on the coffee table, one leg crossed over the other. As he did so his thigh made accidental contact with your calf. Your own leg locked in its position, too anxious to move it away in case you rubbed into him again.

“Y/n?” Ed pulled you from your nervous trance.

“Hmm?” You questioned, looking over at him with confusion, not realising until now that you’d clenched your teeth from nerves.

“It's your turn” He paused with concern on his face “Are you okay? You look a little red. And you’ve not touched your ice cream”

“Oh, I’m just feeling a little weird, it's the wine I think.”

“Do you want a glass of water or something?”

“Um yeah, if you would.” You thought some H2O might help to calm you down a little. Ed left the room to go get you the water, you listened out as he clattered around in the kitchen.

“You okay?” James asked, placing a hand on your leg in a comforting manner. “Do you want us to head off soon?”

“I’m okay really, I don't mind you guys staying, it's not too late yet. I’ll be fine in a few”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah I’m just having a moment I think.”

James began rubbing his thumb slowly across your leg in a laid-back manner. Occasionally making contact with the bare skin between your jeans and socks. It stunned you at first, but in a way you were enjoying it. You couldn’t tell if it was working you up or shifting your attention to more innocent thoughts about him.

“Thank you” You said, for both his concern and reassurance.

“Say that again?” James teased smiling devilishly at you.

“James,” You laughed back.

“And that.” He hinted, bringing you back to your own sickening desire for him as Ed entered the room. James didn’t remove his hand from your leg, merely moving it further from your ankle under the table where Ed couldn’t see. The movement although innocent had you wonder of its underlying meaning. Ed put down the glass on a coaster for you, returning to his place. You and James made eye contact for a while before you eventually broke the silence.

“Thanks Ed”

You felt James’s eyes on you as you took a sip from your water, flicking between your mouth hand. You felt some sort of unspoken tension growing between you, unbeknownst to Ed. You rolled the dice, gaining snake eyes. Getting you nowhere, but perhaps gaining you a spiritual sign that James was watching you intently. You gracefully moved your red playing piece by two squares and took another sip of your water. James’s thumb had stopped its slow up and down movement sometime ago and had now resumed to circular motion, making it difficult to swallow. He seemed to notice, smirking knowingly while striking up a conversation again.

“I think Y/n did it.”

“You think everyone’s done it.”

“Can't be wrong then can I?”

“Shut up,”

“It's your turn I can't make a guess Ed” You reminded him.

“You rolled a double,”

“Oh yeah sorry.”

“Must have got distracted” James commented casually, causing you to have to withhold a smile. The cheeky bastard.

“Yeah by your shit chatting” You piped back before Ed interrupted the two of you.

“Okay kids calm down, no fighting at the table. Y/n roll again”

You rolled your eyes with a smiling, James doing the same. You rolled, this time gaining a three and a six, allowing you to move into the study. Not having that room filled you decided to take a guess. Might as well,

“Can I guess?”

“If you want”

“Okay.” You looked at your paper intently, you already knew the weapon, and you had a fifty fifty chance of it being Peacock or Mustard. You were being drawn to Mustard for the most part though. “I’m saying Mustard in the study. With the candlestick.”

“Shit.” Ed said with annoyance, obviously having known for quite some time now but attempting secretly to make his way towards the study. You took out the envelope at the centre of the board. Slowly pulling them out to check if you had guessed correctly. Satisfaction growing as you read each card before placing them upwards on the table. Indicating your success and subsequent winning of the game.

After a while of chatting around the finished game the three of you had put on some music to help fill the room with more than just your own voices. You were listening to Paolo Nutini on shuffle, enjoying a pleasant conversation. Some time ago ‘Scream’ had begun playing, it being one of your favourites you sang along to the lyrics.

“And it’s awful how people just sit there and let shit, happen to them. You’ll be walking down the street just watching them all being ignored.” Ed continued on the topic of homelessness.

“I read a statistic a few years ago that said for every ten people in 2010 there are more than twenty-four now.”

“Yeah, and people forget that its not them at all, it’s just a situation that for the most part they’ve been forced into. Its sad how willing people are to overlook that really.”

“And the government do piss all.” James added, taking a swig of his wine.

“I’ll drink to that.” You replied.

“God people are shit aren’t they.” Ed sighed out, filling the room with a pregnant pause before he chuckled, “How did we get onto this topic?”

“Not a clue mate”

“I think I blacked out half an hour ago.” You joked, gaining a laugh from the two of them. James’s hand was still on you, he had however made his way to rest naturally on your knee now. Occasionally giving it a gentle squeeze when he began speaking passionately. He’d even replaced his hand (as you’d hoped he would) after you had taken a trip to the bathroom. Pushing your leg against his as it had been before he smiled shyly as Ed wasn’t watching. There was some kind of an inaudible agreement that this was okay from the both of you. However, it didn’t stop the waves of guilt whenever Ed mentioned his own wife, reminding you that James was still in fact in a relationship. And although you knew it was fizzled, it still didn’t make you feel good. But it sure as shit felt right. Not wanting to think about it any further you tuned back into the music that was playing. Candy had begun not so long ago.

“It gets held against my name. I know you’ve got plenty to offer baby but I guess I’ve taken quite enough.” You sang quietly swaying your head. “While I’m stained here on your bed sheets you’re my diamond in the rough”

You all listened contently, James even closing his eyes and smiling as the guitar overtook the lyrics.

“God what a beautiful album” He said eventually. Bringing the two of you to the real world again.

“It is.”

“It changed my life.” You said with honesty to no one in particular. James pulling you up on it.

“Yeah?”

“Hmm, you know everyone has that collection albums that they define their life with.”

“Sure”

“Its just amazing, the rise and fall you go through while listening to it. One minute you’re in a field of flowers the next you’re in your Uni mates garden getting high. Its one of those I always pull up for every mood.” You caught yourself speaking for too long, suddenly a little self-conscious of oversharing.

“I love it,” James smiled, leaning back on his free hand, resting his head into his shoulder. Finding yourself caught off guard by his words you looked away from him and towards Ed who was checking his phone for the time.

“Ah shit,” He spoke slowly, “Half ten, I better get going home, Claire should be back from dinner too now.”

“Okay, well it has been lovely having you.”

“No no thanks for hosting. Cheeseboard was divine Y/n” Doing a little chef kiss with his hand, he began to stand up slowly. “Do you want to grab the tube together James?”

Looking at James you now realised he’d been staring at you for quite some time. He blinked with surprise to the mention of his name.

“Um yeah sure, I’ll just get my coat”

“Don’t rush I need to use the loo anyways first, that okay Y/n?”

“Sure knock yourself out mate”

As Ed left the room James patted your knee lightly, standing and sighing with a smile. Chamber music had begun playing now, and you found yourself rising with him, ready to see your guests out. He made his way around the table and towards the doorway, you following.

“Well.” He spoke with a smile, “It’s been lovely to see you again.”

“With the opportunity of memory.”

“Yeah,” You watched him bite his lip shyly, sucking in a breath. “We should do this again sometime?”

His statement came out as more of a question, hoping you understood his meaning, you gave him a gentle nod as you heard your toilet flush.

“Defiantly”

Ed made his way over from the bathroom, you held open the door for the two of them.

“Thanks again Y/n! I’ll come over again sometime next week for a bit?” Ed called out, giving you a smile as he began heading down the corridor. James hung back for a moment as you shouted a ‘Sure’ in response to Ed. He watched Ed unreadably with his lips pressed together until Ed was fully facing the other way.

He gently took your hand in his then, leaning in to give you a soft kiss on the corner of your cheek. Your body froze with shock by the sudden affection, yet soon a smile formed in a dimple. His lips felt determined, the kiss now presenting itself with a giddy charm. He pulled back an inch, so his breath caressed your face.

“Bye” was all he said before dropping your hand and flashing you a cheeky grin. Turning and catching up with Ed down the corridor. Too stunned to say anything you watched them disappear into the stairwell in silence. Eventually you shut the door, turning back into your empty apartment, not fully sure of what had just happened. But one hundred percent grateful that it had.

#james acaster x reader #james acaster imagines #james acaster fanfic

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leemaht · 4 years

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haikyuu!! headcanons

how they would react to their s/o being scared of them during a fight

ushijima, bokuto, kuroo, iwaizumi

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warnings: mild swearing, mention of a violent ex-relationship

pairings: ushijima x fem!reader, bokuto x reader, kuroo x reader, iwaizumi x reader

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ushijima

you know him and his emotionless statements

mostly you can cope with his blunt comments and you know he has no ill intentions but sometimes they hit parts which shouldn’t be hit under any circumstances

you guys still fight very rarely but when you do... your poor neighbors

mostly you punish him by ignoring him. mostly he doesn’t notice until he talks to you directly and you just turn around and go away. then he goes to one of his teammates for help.

‘what did you talk about last time?’

‘well, they complained about how they didn’t like how their pants fit, so i told them they just should lose some weight.’

‘oh, wakatoshi-kun..’

but this time it wasn’t something minor like some pants

i honestly don’t know what he could have said to you but it made you furious. you guys were in your apartment.

you had discussed with him for at least 30 minutes now, stating your opinion but all you got from him were stares and nothing else

little did you know that he was getting fed up more and more on the inside as you repeated the same arguments over and over again trying to get a reaction from him.

and you got it

his eyebrows started twitching and he was getting ready to state his arguments

lets be real. everybody who says that they would not be afraid if this guy was looking down on you and yelling with this cold voice of his, is lying

so tragedy takes its turn

he had reached his limit.

‘why can’t you just stop talking. listen when i am trying to speak.’ he said with his steady voice but way way WAY louder than usually. he was towering over, looking down on you. it was a scary sight really.

and he started gesticulating, throwing his hands in the air as he talked

from your point of view it probably looked like he was raising his hand at you and all the bad memories came rushing thru your head.

you instantly backed away, hitting the wall with your back and sliding down on the floor as you started to hug your knees.

ushijima stood there confused while you teared up in front of him.

what made him realize his mistake was when you begun to sob

‘p-please don’t hit-t me...please.’ it came more like whisper from you

you had told him of your abusive ex before and he internally punched himself for forgetting it and leashing out at you like this

he calmed down instantly, disgusted at himself as he was the reason for the sight in front of him.

without further words exchanged he sat next to you on the ground, pulling you in his embrace and let you cry on his shoulder.

after no tears came flowing anymore you apologized.

‘i am so sorr-’ but he didn’t let you finish

‘you shouldn’t apologize. i am the one who made you cry and i sincerely apologize for that.’ and you just nodded hugging him tighter than you already had.

the two of you sat there for minutes without talking

‘i do not plan on ever hurting you y/n, so please don’t be afraid of me.’

bokuto

holy this guy can get angry

you fought regularly but neither of you could stay mad at the other for long. as much as you tried but the look in his eyes got you every time and after more serious fights he did things like sliding a note under the door with 100 reasons why he loved you or 100 reasons why he was a total jerk and you couldn’t help but run into his arm after reading it.

but this fight was different.

after his last match some girls from his school came running onto the court to congratulate the team. and this one girl kissed him in front of the whole school.

and he didn’t do anything.

he slightly pushed her away but didn’t say anything oblivious as ever

‘bokuto-san this girl tried to get with you.’ akaashi sided with you

‘HUH? I THOUGHT THIS WAS LIKE A KISS IN A FRIENDLY WAY. ISN’T THIS COMMON IN EUROPE?’

‘we are not in europe, bokuto-san.’

but you were already gone. as soon the scene took place you leaped up, leaving the stadium.

bokuto looked for you like a lost puppy

when he arrived home you sat at the kitchen table crying

after trying to explain himself you couldn’t take his obliviousness anymore and leashed you at him accusing him of not loving you.

that’s when bokuto snapped

how could you think he didn’t love you?

he probably didn’t mean to yell at you like this, but we all know that he isn’t always in control of his emotions. he didn’t even notice how you had started to back away from him and crying

he stepped closer to you and you covered your tear stained face with your arms in defense

‘please don’t...’ you cried out

that’s when he remembers the things you told him about you ex

he felt so bad, not only getting kisses by somebody for you to see but also scaring you to the point of you crying. he felt like the worst boyfriend on earth.

he scoops you in his arms, apologizing over and over again, kissing the top of your head while holding you tight

i could imagine him shedding some tears too

‘i love you so much. i won’t ever make you cry again, i promise.’

kuroo

well this guy has a way with his words am i right?

he teases you till the point you can’t take it anymore

he is a total tease. he loves to test out his boundaries without realizing how hurtful this can be sometimes

and he just wouldn’t stop even if you told him to

‘aw, does chibi-chan feel uncomfortable, hmmm?’

‘please stop tetsurou.’

‘hm? what was that? can’t hear ya from up here.’

this guy seriously doesn’t know when to stop

one day he was going for it again. the two of you were in the kitchen and had one of those chats where you were teasing each other. until you became quiet.

‘hm? what’s the matter, chibi-chan?’ but you didn’t answer

he stepped closer and closer to you and everything was fine until you found yourself being trapped as your back hit the wall. that made panic grow inside of you.

it wasn’t like you didn’t trust kuroo but the memories of your past came back as you found yourself in a scenario you had been countless times with your abusive ex

and kuroo still stepped closer, you heard him talking but didn’t understand the words he were saying

he was now towering over you with a cocky smirk on his lips as he completely misread the situation.

he then raised his hand slowly to place it at the back of his neck but when you saw this you flinched heavily, you closed your eyes and raised your hands in defense

silent tears fell down your cheeks making kuroo’s attitude perish. he stepped out of his act, worry growing inside him not knowing what was going on as you had never told him about this part of your past.

he tried to grab your arm which made you flinch again, sobs now leaving your mouth

‘please stop. i-i’m sor...ry. i-i didn’t mean to.’ you frantically started apologizing out of reflex.

kuroo’s eyes grew wide as he let your words sink in. did you really believe he would hurt you?

he stepped back a few feet giving you room to breathe. you slid down to the ground and started hyperventilating.

his heart felt heavy

he sat next to you, still with some space between the two of you because he didn’t want to overwhelm you but wanted you to know that he was there for you.

your breathing became more steady. still with tears running down your face you looked kuroo in the eyes for the first time and it broke his heart. your eyes were red, you nose runny and your face wet from the tears. and he couldn’t hold himself any longer.

he pulled you onto his lap, one hand on your head, one hand around your waist as you quietly sobbed into his chest.

when you finally calmed down you told him about your ex and ngl kuroo wanted to leap up and pay the asshole who did this to his love a visit.

but then he felt even worse. it might be true that your ex was the one who did this but kuroo was the one at fault now. he was the one who triggered your memories and he was the one who made you cry.

i can see him shedding some tears as he embraced you

he would be more careful around you now, instantly stopping all his teasing when you told him to in all seriousness

‘if i ever go too far again, please tell me or punch me or i don’t know. if i ever make you cry again i feel like i have failed. i want to protect you from now on.’

iwaizumi

you two are masters of the fight

you both are quiet quiet while fighting. it takes much for iwaizumi to lose his cool. most of the time you just rationally argue with both of you accepting their own faults and apologizing.

but even you have your downs

this fight was different from any other you ever had.

you frequently had sleepovers with oikawa together and he is a little shit but we still love him

just to tease iwa he flirted with you from time to time and mostly it did not bother you much as you didn’t pay it much attention

it still bothered iwa but mostly resulted in iwa throwing something at oikawa

this evening it went way too far

oikawa was on it again. you and him sat on the sofa, oikawa constantly throwing pick up lines at you while you looked at your phone and iwa was in the kitchen getting popcorn for the movie you guys were about to watch

let’s say you totally ignored oikawa you nodding every three seconds.

‘hey, y/n! let’s take a selfie together.’ in that moment iwa came back.

you two leaned in for the photo and shortly before oikawa took it, he leaned in and kissed you.

like on the lips

you shoved him away instantly and covered your mouth with your hand

iwa took him by the collar and kicked him out of the apartment.

you were in shock and went to the kitchen to get something to drink. iwa came after you as you looked at him with wide eyes.

did he look angry? with you?

‘iwa wha-’

‘what the hell was this about?’

‘huh? what do you mean??? he kissed me! not the other way around!’

‘BUT IT IS YOUR FAULT! HE FLIRTS WITH YOU ALL DAY LONG AND YOU JUST SIT THERE AND DON’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT-’

as soon as he had started yelling you panicked. he had never lashed out at you like this before and it seriously scared you.

subconsciously you backed away with every word he threw at you until your back hit the wall. you were trapped.

you clearly started shivering but iwa was so furious that he didn’t notice the state you were in.

you raised your hands to cover yourself as he stepped closer, still yelling. he grabbed one of your arms and ripped it from your face to make you look at him and you yelped.

apparently this was when he looked at you too.

your knees and arms were shaking as you tried to press your body as close into the corner of the room as possible, tears were running down your face and you began to sob

‘i-i’m sorry. don’t hit me, please.’ he instantly let go of your arm

boy was so confused until he remembered the time you told him about this abusive ex-partner of yours during one of your late night talks. in that night he had sworn to protect you.

it broke his heart when he realized he was the one to scare you like this

he grabbed your arm again but more gentle and pulled you into a tight hug. one of his arms around your waist and the other at the back of your neck as you cried into his chest. he rested his chin on the top of your head and apologized over and over again until your sobs had died out.

he still continued to hold you close until you pulled away and looked him in the eyes. he then kissed your tears away and rested your foreheads together after.

‘i’m sorry i lost my temper. you were not at fault here.’ and you kissed him passionately.

‘you know you are the only one for me, right?’ and he smiled the most heart melting smile you have ever seen.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! headcanons #haikyuu!! fanfiction #haikyuu!! x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #bokuto koutaro #bokuto x reader #kuroo x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #kuroo tetsurou

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vannahfanfics · 3 years

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A Queen and Her King Part II

Before you read, here’s Part I!

Category: Mild Romantic Fluff, Friendship Fluff

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts

Characters: Sora, Kairi, Riku

Hello, everyone! Here’s my second story for Day 3 of @sokaiweek, this time for the prompt “Treasured Memories”! “A Queen and Her King” was just too cute not to follow up, so I hope everyone likes this story about how Sora and Kairi recall the cute little wedding years later! :)

Sora flopped onto his belly with a happy sigh, snuggling into the quilts and pillows lining the floor. He grimaced as something sharp poked him in the stomach, and he wiggled about until he pulled out one of Kairi’s stuffed animals, a teddy bear with a hard plastic nose. Shrugging, he cuddled it to his chest and settled back down into the little nest he’d made on Kairi’s floor.

“Man, it’s been forever since we’ve had a slumber party, huh?” Sora grinned, and Riku snorted from his spot in his sleeping bag. It was much neater than Sora’s mess of blankets and pillows, but Sora thought he was just being boring. Sora tossed a rabbit plush at him, but to his chagrin, Riku batted it away without even turning his face away from the manga he was reading. It was one of Kairi’s shoujos, but he was super into it— or maybe it was just because he hadn’t read manga in nearly two years and just wanted something to read.

“It’s a little weird when we’re our age, honestly,” Riku said, finally shutting the book and setting it to the side. He rested his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling, which was littered with those plastic glow-in-the-dark stars that were kinda tacky but lowkey awesome. Feeling Sora’s pout, Riku turned to smirk at him. “I mean, look at us. It’s kinda creepy that we’re in a nest of sheets and teddy bears.”

“I think you’re just a grumpus and I do not appreciate this attack on my good vibes,” Sora simpered with a waggle of his head, and Riku’s smirk quickly morphed into a disgusted frown.

“Please stop picking up slang from Hayner. I’m very convinced he’s teaching you stuff that definitely is not how real people talk.”

“Talk to the hand!” Sora huffed, presented his palm to his friend, who just rolled his eyes to go back to looking at the ceiling like the grumpus he was. Sora rolled onto his side to look up at Kairi, who was laying on her belly on her bed watching the two boys bicker with a wistful smile. “Kairi, do you think my slang is silly?”

“Oh, not at all. I think you’re very hip, Sora.”

“See? She thinks I’m hip,” Sora grinned triumphantly, looking back at his friend.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Riku droned without even pulling his gaze away from the ceiling, and Sora melted into his cuddly blanket with a whine. Riku chuckled at this, making Sora think that he just liked giving him a hard time, the big meaner. “Anyway, what are we supposed to do at this slumber party? Because Kairi, I’m sorry, but you are not giving me a makeover,” Riku said with a pointed look at the redhead, who laughed.

“Don’t worry, you boys will leave my house make-up-free— although it is a shame, I’ve got some shades that would look so good on you.”

“She could make those cheekbones pop, Riku,” Sora said, enunciating the “p” with a wiggle of his eyebrows. Riku responded with a loud laugh and threw the stuffed rabbit back at him. Unfortunately, Sora was not as dextrous as Riku, so his attempt to bat it away failed and it beamed him right in the forehead, its fluffy ears flapping into his eyes like cruel little bullets. It fell to the ground with a squeak, and Riku laughed at the surprised look on Sora’s face.

Sora grabbed the bunny to throw it back at him.

“Anyway,” Kairi laughed before the boys could tear apart her room throwing stuffed animals around, and Sora obediently cuddled the bunny, snuggling it right next to the teddy bear. “We’ve all been through a lot, but I thought this would be a good time for us to finally get together and talk about the good old days— our memories!”

“Memories, huh?” Riku considered with a tilt of his head. He then grinned, and Sora just knew that look was trouble. “Do you remember the time you two got married?”

Sora and Kairi wore identical expressions of alarm as they both screeched, “What?!”

“Yeahhhhh,” Riku smirked, reveling in the power he held over them at that moment. “You had built a sandcastle, Kairi, and you were the queen, but me and Sora had an argument about who would be the queen. Sora was the one who actually brought up the whole marrying bit.”

“Nuh-uh!” he insisted, even though he totally remembered it, and the blush creeping up from his neck betrayed it. Kairi was hugging her pillow, the only thing peeking over the top her wide blue eyes and her bright pink forehead.

“Yeah-huh,” Riku shot back. He was very enthusiastic about the sleepover now that he was embarrassing them. “Anyways, Sora actually beat me and I married you two. Kairi, you were so happy you actually cried.”

“Stop, no I did not,” she grumbled through her pillow. Now they couldn’t even see her face because she was squishing it in the pillow, probably to hide her blush. Sora tried to do the same with the teddy bear, but it wasn’t as effective, unfortunately. Growing frustrated with how easily Riku was embarrassing them, Sora sat up with a huff.

“Okay, Riku, how about the time that a crab pinched you on the butt and you cried?!” he challenged. Riku’s smirk was wiped off his face in an instant, and the color drained out to leave him white as a sheet. “Oh, yeah, you even had the audacity to ask Kairi to kiss it for you!”

“Ew, I remember that! I can’t believe you asked me to kiss your butt!” Kairi squealed, falling back onto her bed in a fit of laughter. Riku didn’t like that the situation had been turned around on him so quickly, so he wiggled down into his sleeping bag and zipped it up as a signal he was ending the conversation. Of course, he eventually came out and the conversation shifted, but he and Kairi made sure to mention that little gem any time they could.

Riku chose his stories a bit more carefully after that.

They stayed up into the wee hours of the night recounting memories of their childhood until they were just too tired to continue and passed out. Sora awoke with the dawn filtering in through Kairi’s window, as he was sprawled out on the floor at just the right angle for the sunbeams to spear right into his eyes. He rolled over with a sleepy groan, but his mind had always been too good at abandoning sleep. He found that it would not draw him back into its sweet embrace, and soon he was just lying there on the floor, cozy but awake.

Eventually, he decided he was parched and dragged his sleepy butt out of the warm cocoon to shuffle to the bathroom. He filled up a few glasses of water to drink, and after his mouth didn’t feel like beach sand, he turned around— and found Kairi standing in the doorway, rubbing an eye sleepily and fisting her nightgown.

“Sorry, Kairi, did I wake you?”

Too tired to respond, she just gave him a shake of her head. He chuckled quietly as a few sprigs of her disarrayed hair fell into her face or sprang up in tall, curly cowlicks. She’d always had an impressive bedhead, even worse than Sora’s spikey nap.

“Jus’ wanted some water too,” she smiled sleepily, so Sora offered the cup to her. He sat down on the edge of the bathtub while she drank from the sink. As she was taking a gulp, she suddenly snorted in laughter and sprayed the mirror with a mixture of spit and water.

As Kairi leaned over the sink to snigger, Sora grinned, “Still laughing about Riku kissing your butt, huh?”

“I can’t believe he asked that!” she giggled. They laughed about it for a while, and then they fell into a comfortable silence. After Kairi’s last drink, Sora kicked the wall of the tub with his heels. Truth be told, the kissing-butt story wasn’t the only memory that had been on his mind.

“So… We really did that whole wedding thing when we were kids, huh?”

“Yeah,” Kairi said, and he was relieved to see a pretty, nostalgic smile grace her lips. She turned around to lean against the sink, her hands clasped in front of her. “Yeah,” she said again, and the silence returned. Sora twiddled his thumbs, a pink haze appearing on his cheeks. Why had he even brought it up? So stupid… “It’s one of my most treasured memories,” she said suddenly, and Sora couldn’t help the way his mouth fell open.

“What?” she laughed at his stupied expression. “You called me the most beautifulest girl that you’d ever met,” she smirked, and Sora had to hide his face in his hands to conceal the bright red shade that his face had turned. He peered through his fingers when he heard her moving, and she had stepped up to him, standing between his legs to gently rifle her fingers through his sleep-mussed hair.

“Even though we don’t have crowns anymore… You’ve always been my king, Sora,” she murmured. In complete awe, Sora dropped his hands down onto his thighs and just stared at her with wide eyes. Hers flooded with tears and dripped down her cheeks, but she was smiling so jubilantly, so full of love, that he didn’t feel the need to wipe them away. “You said you would protect me… And you’ve kept that promise, all these years.”

“Of course,” he said. “What kind of king would I be if I didn’t protect my queen?” She chuckled at that. He wrapped his arms around her middle, tugging her a little closer while she continued to play with his hair. He remembered then why he had said those things back then, the depths of his feelings for her. He looked up at her then, unable to stop himself from saying with all his heart, “I love you.”

She stopped her ministrations in his hair, some of her fingers still tangled in the brown strands. It took her by surprise, he could tell from the way her eyes widened, and he worried for a second that maybe he had misconstrued her words. Then, her face softened, and she looked at him in pure and utter adoration.

“I know. I love you too, Sora,” she said sweetly. Her hands slid out of his hair to cup his face, gently stroking his cheeks with her thumbs. “I always have.” Sora smiled at this, reaching up to cup her face, too. He then pulled her face down, at first to press their foreheads together— but when his eyes fell to her sweet pink lips, he knew it was over.

He couldn’t stop himself from guiding her into a sweet, chaste kiss. Kairi hummed against his mouth, which made his head swim in the best way. Of course, neither of them lasted long before they burst into snickers, totally ruining the moment.

“You were thinking about—”

“Yeah, Riku kissing my butt!” Kairi howled with laughter. Sora hung his head, admittedly feeling a little disappointed even though it was so funny.

“I really hope I’m not gonna think about Riku kissing your butt each time I try to kiss you,” he sighed.

“Me too,” Riku suddenly spoke up from the entrance to the bathroom, making them spring apart. Of course, Sora only could fall backwards into the tub— and he nearly pulled the shower curtain down with him, leaving him groaning and wrapped up in the shower curtain in the tub. Kairi just sprang into the sink, banging her hip, and was now doubled over clutching the bruised bone. Riku just laughed, then continued, “Yeah, please don’t think about me while you’re kissing, that’s just weird.”

“Wouldn’t be an issue if you hadn’t done somethin’ so weird,” Sora whined. His body ached a little from his tumble, so he was just going to lie there in that shower curtain, thank you very much. “Actually, I wish you hadn’t, now you’ve ruined the moment, thanks.”

“You ruined it by thinking about it.”

“Can we stop talking about us kissing, please?” Kairi pleaded from behind her hands, which she was using to hide her bright pink blush. Sora finally crawled out of the bathtub and disentangled himself from the shower curtain. He ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled before giving Kairi a wan smile. She was still shielding her face, bits of red peeking out from between the gaps in her fingers. She was so cute, being bashful like that— it made Sora smile.

“Well, now that we’re up…” he started, pausing to yawn and stretch his arms above his head, “how about we go get some breakfast?”

“Yeah, breakfast would be nice,” Kairi agreed in a small voice, finally pulling her hands down even though her face was nearly as pink as her nightgown. They all shuffled out of the bathroom to parade down to the kitchen, but while Riku shuffled off muttering about pancakes, Sora grabbed Kairi and pulled her to the side to smoosh his lips against hers.

“Sora!” she giggled against his puckered lips. “What are you doing?”

“Showing my queen the respect she deserves,” he grinned with raised eyebrows. She snorted with laughter, then buried her face bashfully into his chest. He just snuggled into her, his entire heart filling up with joy until he was ready to burst. Kairi was a queen, and he was her king, forever and always. He wouldn’t want it any other way.

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in-tua-deep · 4 years

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Vanya is so tired of all the bullshit at this point in unviable au and like just Vanya being a tad bit p snarky is great

honestly if you hang around Klaus long enough you have to develop snark in sheer self defense. ESPECIALLY a Klaus who talks to not one but TWO ghosts so you only get like, a whole half to a third of the conversation and have to fill in the blanks yourself smh

And Vanya?? she protective where it counts. In the show itself, Leonard gets there first and when Allison questions him, Vanya gets defensive. In the unviable au, Klaus gets there first and makes Vanya feel included. So even though he’s an absolute pain in the ass she comes down resolutely on his side

And Klaus, who is used to having none of his (living) siblings on his side... it’s nice. When Allison accuses him of just wanting to grift Vanya for drug money... she defends him.

Even Diego, who also loves Klaus, would probably just gruffly say that that’s his problem.

So Vanya and Klaus get pretty close in this au actually, and you know what that means???

It’s Klaus who technically stops the apocalypse. Just by being there for her.

Actually now that I think about it, this might genuinely be an everyone lives au?? Except Five ofc, but like. Leonard Peabody hasn’t been able to get close to Vanya yet, so he probably doesn’t kill Helen Cho so that Vanya can be first chair. Wow like, so far no one except Five and Ben has died what a wild ride.

So they get team apocalypse together and recruit two more (hello boyfriend Dave, who is going to help Klaus keep clean!!) and then... what?

With all the stress and everything going on, Vanya probably... forgets to take her pills. She doesn’t even think about it in between trying to figure out what they’re supposed to be doing to prevent the apocalypse when their only clue is that someone related to Vanya might cause the apocalypse? And even then, could be a chain effect so the number of people who could end the world is like... weirdly high.

And hey, Vanya has other things to worry about than her pills anyway. Klaus keeps trying to raid the fridge, if Diego puts a hole in her walls with one of his knives she’s actually going to commit murder, Dave keeps politely asking where she keeps various things so that he can make everyone tea. Five keeps rattling things to prove that he’s there (and he really needs to stop because being physical with items takes energy he needs to conserve)

Anyway, since Hazel and Cha-Cha were asking questions about Vanya, they realize that Vanya’s place... probably isn’t the safest? So they all end up going to the library to camp out because lets be real the library is an excellent public resource, and lots of libraries have private rooms - nowhere better to brainstorm

“If they know about my apartment, then they know about the mansion.” Vanya points out, absently rolling a marker across the table.

(The room came with a whiteboard, presumably to help students or something, that Five has already capitalized as his own personal writing surface since Klaus tends to prefer paraphrase over direct translation.)

“The mansion?” Dave asks politely, because he really has no idea what the fuck he’s in for.

“Where we grew up.” Vanya informs him, because she’s a nice person and figures he doesn’t deserve to flounder considering he’s literally out of time here.

“I told you about how dad sucked.” Klaus says offhandedly as he swipes a purple marker from thin air so that he can continue doodling flowers on the whiteboard.

“Okay okay,” Dave says, waving his hands, “Slow down. Was everything you told me true? Because I will be honest I thought most of it was like. Your uh, vivid imagination.”

“Probably true,” Diego says over Klaus’s outraged squawk, “But very... embellished. Klaus has that effect.”

“I resemble that remark!” Klaus pulls himself together admirably.

“I know you do, babe.” Dave says, leaning over to take Klaus’s hand in his own, smiling fondly. Klaus absolutely melts and a large E W is written across the whiteboard in bright red ink.

“Mind your business, junior.” Klaus says, sticking his tongue out in the direction everyone assumes Five to be. Immediately after this comment, Klaus gets beaned in the head by said red marker.

“Children, children.” Vanya rolls her eyes, “Can we get along for five minutes?”

“In this family?” Diego snorts dismissively. And then starts because Vanya smacks him on the arm for being an ass.

In the last few days, Vanya has attended the funeral of the man who emotionally fucked her up, found out that her two dead brothers were hanging around, found out the apocalypse was incoming, is being stalked by time traveling assassins because she is somehow related to the apocalypse happening, lied to people to get info on an eye, bailed on practice, crawled out a bathroom window, rescued her kidnapped brother only to watch him vanish before her eyes. Honestly she is all out of fucks to give. She’s tired, cranky, and more than a little stressed.

“Can you order pizza to a library?” Klaus muses absently, head turned in a way that means he’s probably talking to Ben.

“No, Klaus. Stop.” Vanya all but begs.

“Not that I don’t love the library.” Dave observes, looking around. He looks around a lot, constantly marveling at the differences between the world back in his day and now. “But if Vanya’s apartment and uh, ‘the mansion’ aren’t options. Where are we supposed to be staying?”

Bless Dave for keeping them on topic.

Vanya and Klaus look at each other. And then as one they look at Diego.

“No. Absolutely not.” Diego protests, crossing his arms. “I live in a boiler room. That doesn’t even count. It can’t have four people staying in it.”

“Six people.” Klaus emphasizes, gesturing at thin air. Diego mumbles apologies, which is in self preservation really because Five really does have fantastic aim and doesn’t give a fuck about manners.

“We can have a sleepover!” Klaus cheers, clapping his hands like he’s at a one man party.

“No.” Diego emphasizes.

They all end up in Diego’s boiler room.

“Five says he wants the bed.” Klaus claims as soon as they walk in.

“Five is dead.” Diego growls, “He’s not getting the bed.”

“Ben says that’s dead-ist.” Klaus accuses pointing a finger at Diego, who slaps it away.

“Well I suppose the youngest should get the bed.” Vanya muses out loud, which just makes Klaus burst into laughter. This in turn means that the pillow on Diego’s bed seems to move on its own in an attempt to smother the lanky man.

“I’m fine with the floor.” Dave offers, “Used to way worse in the jungle. This’ll actually be pretty nice. No bugs at least.”

Klaus pauses in wrestling with the pillow, “Aw, babe. That’s so sweet. I’m on the floor, too!”

Diego sighs deeply, “Ugh. Fucking. Fine. Vanya can have the bed.”

“Thank you.” Vanya says gracefully, picking her way through Diego’s... place is a generous word, to sit on the bed.

“Do you have any movies?” Klaus asks, and has has somehow transitioned to being sprawled across the floor kicking his feet in the air with his face in his hands, “Oh! Or popcorn! Nail polish?”

“This is not a sleepover.” Diego growls, “This is... this is a tactical base.”

“I have some hairties in my pocket?” Vanya offers, fishing out one and tossing to towards a squealing Klaus.

“Yes!” Klaus cheers, holding up his prize with great victory, “Vanya, can I do you hair?”

“Sure.” Vanya says shrugging, scooching over to allow for Klaus to scrabble onto the bed to sit behind her.

“Hey Diego do you own a hairbrush?” Klaus asks, pulling Vanya’s hair out of her ponytail and running his fingers through it. Diego scowls. “I’ll take that as a no.”

Klaus scooches over enough so that Dave can sit behind him and they manage to cram three adults onto the bed as Dave starts ruffling at Klaus’s hair, humming thoughtfully.

“I hate all of you.” Diego growls, crossing his arms and definitely not pouting.

“I love team apocalypse.” Klaus says as cheerfully as possible.

“Don’t you have two other siblings?” Dave asks, brow furrowed in slight confusion. Klaus probably told him all about his fucked up family while they were in Vietnam together, to pass the time. At the time Dave hadn’t actually believed Klaus (body of a monkey? teleportation? tentacle powers? but you know what he’s in the future and he’s either having the worst acid trip, he’s dead, or this is real and why not roll with it).

Vanya, Klaus, and Diego all grimace as one.

“Luther and Allison... have their own issues they’re working on right now.” Vanya says diplomatically.

“Hold up.” Klaus says, craning his head around to look at Diego, “Is Luther still on that ‘dad was murdered’ bullshit?”

“Your dad was murdered?” Dave asks, looking a little shocked.

“What is Allison even doing?” Diego tilts his head a little bit, ignoring Dave’s question entirely.

“Judging my life choices.” Vanya mutters reproachfully. Klaus, as the terrible life choice in question, pats her shoulder sympathetically.

“In all fairness, if it weren’t for. You know. Everything. I probably would have robbed you for money.” Klaus admits with a simple shrug, and gets a pat on the shoulder from Dave in return.

“I know she cares or whatever.” Vanya says sighing, “But like. The way she goes about it. Like she knows everything and has to impart her wisdom on us lesser beings. Like she didn’t ruin her own life.”

“Wow.” Klaus hums, tugging on the end on Vanya’s new braid, “I didn’t realize we were onto the shit talking portion of the sleepover.”

“This isn’t a sleepover.” Diego’s protest falls on deaf ears.

“I’m open to building a relationship.” Vanya says firmly, “But that’s what it needs to be. Building a relationship. Because quite frankly, we don’t have one. She acts like, I don’t know, the fact that we’re sisters should trump the fact that she ignored me at best for like, the last twenty-nine years of my life.”

“Go off, queen.” Klaus says gleefully, running his fingers through Vanya’s hair and undoing the braid he just finished entirely. “Where have you been hiding all our lives?”

“In my room, mostly.” Vanya deadpans, “Sequestered away like all of Dad’s boring treasures.”

“If your dad was still alive I’d fight him for all of you.” Dave says very seriously. Seriously enough that it makes Vanya snort, and Klaus burst into giggles, and even Diego shakes his head.

“I love you so much, Dave.” Klaus says seriously, and then looks over Dave’s shoulder, “No I don’t - it’s a different sort of love Ben. You’re still my favorite brother! Wait, no Five - actually yes Five because Ben is everyone’s favorite brother - ”

“Confirmed.” Diego immediately says, which makes Klaus whirl around, his hand at his chest and gasping like a Victorian maiden.

“Sorry Five.” Vanya says, nodding along mock seriously. “Ben never lost my violin bow and tried to blame it on the monster under the bed.”

“Hold up, hold up hold up.” Klaus says immediately, eyes pingponging between Vanya and someone the rest of them can’t see, “I smell a story. Pray tell, Vanya. Do you have a tale that paints the illustrious Five in a... less than pristine light?”

“Oh Klaus.” Vanya practically purrs, mischief lighting up her eyes, “I was Five’s favorite sibling. I know all the dirty little secrets.”

And that’s the moment when Diego’s shitty bed flips and dumps Vanya, Klaus, and Dave onto the floor.

“Five!”

#unviable au #tua au #long post #far tua long #tua #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #number five #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #dave katz #vanya has been without her meds for like 36 hours at this point lads #she's starting to regain some PERSONALITY #except she's also in the most chaotic group possible #so all the fun emotional habits she could possibly pick up #are all going to be disaster feelings #team apocalypse is really fantastic #this won't at all be a complete disaster #this is the good timeline #everyone except five lives #and team apocalypse gets a good time of it #because vanya gets included #and also gets to sass #i feel like allison and luther are in fact eventually going to be a part of team apocalypse #maybe tomorrow?#the day that happens twice #except it might not in this au bc they have no reason to deal with hazel and cha-cha #they might end up running to the mansion when cha-cha loses it and tries to kill Everyone Except Vanya #Anonymous

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faulty-writes · 4 years

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Do you accept 'what-if' situations and scenarios about your other stuff? When Mirio was jealous of his plushie self soaking up all of y/n's attention, he tried to organize a dorm sleepover so he could sleep next to her and get cuddles instead, but that idea failed due to lack of interest. Well, what if the students WERE interested? What if he DID get that sleepover started and y/n brought mini Mirio? I'd like more of Mirio being huffy and jealous of his plushie self please.

[ Sure, I’ll accept what if situations. I enjoy AU’s so it’s no problem for me. Let’s see what I can do with this. ]

Previous plushie themed headcanons located here and here.

Mirio Togata

Mirio couldn’t stop smiling, honestly, he couldn’t have asked for this to go any better. He was surprised so many of his classmates wanted the dorm sleepover, after all, it was a chance to get closer to each other. As future heroes, they should make that a priority. Though more often than not, people tended to stay away from members of The Big Three. Whether that was out of intimidation or jealousy, Mirio never gave it a thought being the overly friendly person he is.

Still, he was eager to see you and finally get a chance to do well...what he organized the sleepover to do. That is get some well-deserved cuddles with his sunshine, despite the fact he knew you were going to bring plushie Lemillion with you. But this time, he’d win against that plushie. He just knew it, yet he couldn’t help but feel jealous as you walked into the room. A sleeping bag was tucked under your arm and cradled up against your chest was plushie Lemillion.

But it so happened you were also wearing a sleeping set that matched perfectly to Lemillion's costume, he almost felt flattered until he overheard you had done it to match plushie Lemillion because the inanimate object claimed it didn’t want to feel left out when it came to the pajama wearing. Mirio growled in his throat and glared daggers at the plushie who continued to stare back at him with button eyes.

“Hey there!” he greeted as he finally approached you, trying to contain his jealousy as he offered you his hand. “I’m so happy you could come sunshine! Here let me show you where you can put that sleeping bag, I have a spot right next to me for you!” he said and while you were a little hesitant, you followed him and unrolled your sleeping bag. Mirio couldn’t help but stare at you as you did so, just imagining later when he made his move to get cuddles.

“Alright!” Mirio exclaimed as he threw his fist into the air, effectively catching everyone's attention. “How about we play some games!?” he suggested as he placed his hands on his hips, hearing everyone begin to mutter but eventually nod their head in agreement. A smirk came to his face, there was no way you’d be able to escape him. Those that wanted to play games gathered around in a circle and Mirio made sure to snag a seat next to you, despite the fact that plushie Lemillion was safely nestled in your lap. Damn...he’d love to lay on your comfy thighs.

Still, he tried to smile and looked around the circle. “So, any suggestions for the first game?” he questioned, it was a little funny how suggestions could blow up. In the end, the classic game of truth or dare was chosen and when it was his turn, his gaze fixated on you. “Y/n,” he said as he leaned close to you. “Truth or dare?” the question came off his tongue with a purr which concerned you some. But the option of truth was safer and Mirio smirked, “Do you love me or plushie Lemillion more?” you raised your eyebrow at the question, the answer was obvious and Mirio excused himself from the game after you had given it. Of course that damn plushie would be loved more.

It wasn’t normal for the happy go lucky man to frown, but damn. Would he ever get you to love him the way you loved plushie Lemillion? “Uh M-Mirio, are you o-okay?” Tamaki questioned as he approached his friend and laid his hand on the sulking man’s shoulder. “Tamaki...” Mirio began, “I’m cuter than that plushie right?” his question caused the shy boy to nearly choke and he took a step back, his face turning red. “I...I...uh...” he began to stutter a response and Mirio sighed. “Maybe I’ll just have to keep trying,” he said before smiling at Tamaki.

A few hours passed and when the games were finished, many began to pile in front of the television to start a movie marathon. Mirio had thought about a desperate move and confronted Nejire, “Huh?!” the young girl was almost horrified by what Mirio wanted her to do. “Mirio...how can you want me to steal that cute little plushie away?” she questioned with a huff as she jabbed his chest. Mirio frowned, “Please...I just...want to prove I can be the only Lemillion they need!” he said and though Nejire was a little hesitant. She agreed to help.

Mirio had taken a seat next to you, the room was dimmed and the only source of light came from the television. Plushie Lemillion was sitting next to you, propped up against your thigh. “Hey, sunshine! Excuse me,” Mirio said as he leaned over you, a bowl of popcorn was sitting in front of you and Mirio casually helped himself. “Mirio!” you shouted at the large man who was currently stretching over your lap. Nejire quickly came in and snatched the plushie away while you were distracted, after which she gave Mirio the thumbs up.

Of course, you were upset when you realized your plushie was missing and went about searching the common area. A few of your classmates decided to help, including Mirio but sadly, your plushie was nowhere to be found. You were almost on the verge of tears when Mirio walked up to you, “Don’t cry, come on...why not give me a hug, sunshine?” he spread his arms open and you didn’t hesitate to bury your face into his chest. Of course, this blissful moment was interrupted when Nejire walked up, “Um...I think you were looking for this, he seemed kind of lonely without you.” she said as she held the plushie out and you squealed before grabbing it. Promptly kissing the top of its head as Nejire slapped Mirio upside of his.

He felt a little guilty after that and slightly upset his plan had failed, but another surfaced just as quickly. “Hey! How about another game!?” he suggested and a few classmates agreed and once more a circle was formed. You had decided to join in, but a small amount of suspicion came when Mirio suggested a blindfold game. “Uh, are you sure about this Mirio?” you questioned as he blindfolded you. “Sure as sunshine, sunshine.” he replied, “Now I’m going to bring something up to your lips and you guess what it is okay?” he instructed as he picked up the plushie he was so jealous of.

One could argue Mirio’s plans weren’t the best, as you had guessed quickly that your precious plushie was the object being pressed against your lips. “Hm, good! How about this?” Mirio grinned as he leaned in and pressed his own lips against yours, almost as if he wanted to erase any trace of plushie Lemillion. You jumped and leaned back, bringing your fingers up to your mouth. “Uh...” you decided to take your blindfold off and saw Mirio smiling at you. “No cheating...” he reminded you, but you were more concerned about him. “Are you okay, Mirio?” you asked and in turn, he looked confused. “What do you mean?” he questioned and you shook your head, “Nothing...um excuse me,” you said as you rose to your feet and headed to the restroom.

Though the point of a sleepover was to stay up, a few students were getting ready for bed and some had already fallen asleep. Mirio was sitting by himself in the kitchen, his feet tapping along the floor as Tamaki and Nejire approached. “I think I’ve tried everything to get Y/n to like me...why do they prefer that plushie over me?” he questioned as another surge of jealousy came over him. Tamaki looked down before nervously speaking. “M-Maybe...t-they like...Lemillion...m-more? I m-mean...your a-alias is...p-pretty cool.” he suggested and Mirio blinked, “Hm...” he thought about it a moment before smiling. “Yeah! I think I’ll do that! Thanks, Tamaki!” the enthusiastic man said as he reached over to pat Tamaki’s shoulder before hurrying to his dorm room.

You partly wondered where Mirio had gone as you laid down and closed your eyes with plushie Lemillion cradled against your chest. You were asleep by the time Mirio stepped into the common room, now dressed as Lemillion. He smiled, feeling rather confident though the few students there were awake looked at him strangely. He ignored their glances and carefully stepped over some sleeping third-years before making his way to you. He smiled as he saw your sleeping face, despite the fact his eyes landed on that plushie. “Just wait until you’re cuddling the real Lemillion,” he said with a grin before he climbed into his sleeping bag.

He waited a few moments, making sure you were actually asleep and that no one was looking before he scooted closer. His heart was racing as he reached his arms out toward you, but he almost gasped when you suddenly turned around. His eyes widened as you pressed against his chest, your hands curling into the fabric of his costume. He almost thought he was dreaming and if he was, he prayed he wouldn’t wake up. He carefully wrapped his arms around you and leaned his chin against the top of your head. Though he couldn’t help but glance at the plushie that now laid alone, hah. He had won this time.

When morning came you fluttered your eyes open and nearly gasped when you realized you were cuddled up against Mirio, Lemillion? Regardless, you pushed against his chest which caused him to stir awake. “Hm?” he blinked a few times before smiling, “Hi....did you sleep well?” he questioned but, you didn’t answer as you were busy looking for your plushie. A small panic came over you before you spotted him and snatched him up. You gave the plushie yet another kiss. “Good morning Lemillion,” you said as you stared into those button eyes before getting up.

Mirio was a little disappointed, but at least he had gotten to cuddle with you which technically was his goal. But still, he couldn’t help but narrow his eyes as he watched you eat your breakfast with the plushie. He looked a little angry before Nejire and Tamaki sat down next to him. Mirio let out a sigh before hanging his head. “I-It’s okay, M-Mirio...you...you t-tired, right?” Tamaki said, trying to be hopeful for a moment. “Maybe you just need to try a different approach,” Nejire suggested and Mirio shrugged. “I wish I could get rid of that plushie...but I guess that’s kind of selfish, huh?” he said as he rubbed the back of his head but maybe Nejire was right. Was there a different tactic he could use to get you to tear yourself away from that plushie?

#mirio x reader #togata x reader #bnha requests #Anonymous

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yeocult · 4 years

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ATEEZ as your best friend

HONGJOONG

makes playlists consists of songs that remind him of you

you both have that ‘special song’

paints your nails for you

if you’re going out, he will definitely dress you

you both enjoy people watching from the windows of cafes (and lowkey judge people’s outfits together)

most of his gifts for you are handmade or as joong likes to call “limited edition”

likes to go shopping with you

will get a matching piercing with you or earrings

copies off your notes since he did not pay attention in class or didn’t attend at all

lets you be the first to listen to parts of his new songs

“yo listen to this real quick, does it sound good?”

expect texts/calls at like 3 am because he doesn’t know what sleep is

deep conversations when you guys have sleepovers

overall he’s just a really sweet friend who just wants you to feel confident and happy at all times

SEONGHWA

best friend?? more like your mother

first thing he’ll say to you in the morning is “have you eat yet?”

always checking up on you because he’s a sweetheart

listens to all of your problems while you leave your tears (and snot) on his shirt

gives the best advice

will give you shit if your room is dirty

cooks for you!

lowkey intimidating on the outside but has a soft spot for you

you guys would bake every other weekend

sleepovers are basically face masks and pillow-talk with lofi music

lots and lots of study sessions together

opposite of joong, he’ll lend you his notes to copy

always pays for snacks when y’all go to convenience stores

matching outfits!!!!

in conclusion, hwa just wants the best for you and he’ll stay by your side through tough times

YUNHO

i said and i’ll say it again

yunho is the friend who will wait for you in the middle of the halls when you tie your shoelace

very playful

bends down when you talk just to annoy you

your parents love love love love him

study sessions don’t exist in this friendship

because y’all get distracted as soon as you open your textbooks

both always at movie theatres watching the latest release

movie-jumping with yunho would be so fun as long as y’all don’t get caught lol

“just act normal, they’ll never know, act normal...” then dash into a new theatre

tries to bake together

“yunho i think we added salt instead of sugar...”

lets to wear all of his hoodie bc they’re so big on you and he thinks it’s cute

so basically this friendship is filled with adventures, giggles, and lots of warm hugs!

YEOSANG

y’all play fight a lot

roasts each other daily

your hangout spot is the skate park while you watch yeo as he skate

you try to learn how to skate as well (keyword: try)

but that comes with a scraped knee and yeo laughing at you non-stop

doesn’t open up much but as long as you’re patient, he’ll appreciate it

likes to watch anime with you

helps you with studying since he’s really good at that

will come for anyone’s neck if they ever say anything mean to you (protective mode on)

gives the best advice and is very honest with you

shares his earphones (...his airpods actually) with you on bus rides or when you’re just sitting next to each other studying

matching beanies!!!!!!

definitely has a folder of ugly pics of you for blackmail purposes

yeosang is glad to have someone who he’s comfortable and safe around

SAN

san is your ride or die

your #1 hype man

your photographer for you insta pics

“hurry up, its golden hour!!!”

you’re his #1 cheerleader at his volleyball matches

his walls are covered with polaroids of you two

during sleepovers likes to ask about your dreams, fears, and such because he’s sentimental at night

when you say goodnight to san, you better stay goodnight to shiber too or he’ll straight up just stare at you until you do

oh yea, shiber is basically your child

lets you poke his dimples :p

you guys have handshake

physical contact is a must, it's just how he shows his affection

each other’s lockscreen

will literally pull up to your house at 1 am (with shiber in hand) and take you on a walk

can never say no to him because he’ll do puppy eyes and pout/sulk

very outgoing and fun, he just wants to capture moments with you

MINGI

will use you as an armrest

ayo midnight snack check

y’all go to mcd at 1 am and buy like 10 orders of fries

calls you at the most unholy hour

“if cinderella’s shoes really fit, why’d it fall off?”

“mingi i’m going to eat your knees it’s 3 am”

if you do smth embarrassing like fall out of your chair, he’ll do the same

were all in this together~

likes to share a milkshake with you

expect lots of head rubs when you’re with mingi

karaoke with him is the funniest shit

rap battles!!!!

mingi will make cute little friendship brackets for you both

“if you take it off i’ll step on you”

supppppperrr confident and competitive when y’all got to arcades

“i’ve never lost a game since birth”

he lost

anyways mingi is very playful and babie

WOOYOUNG

y’all talk so much the teacher has to separate you guys

but he’s wooyoung ofc he’s gonna shout across the class or texts you during lessons

intensely stares at your when you ignore his texts

will force you to make tik toks with him and teaches you the dance

... studying?? we don’t accept her in this friendship

always clinging on to you

gives the best hugs :( he do be squeezing the air out of you sometimes

prepare for second-hand embarrassment when you’re in public

“woo for the love of GOD, stop humiliating me”

shoots the straw wrapper at you every time, every, single, time

will make you go to the mcdonald’s playground meant for kids

big flirt

“don’t sit there...sit on my lap instead!”

if you say something embarrassing, he will no doubt, repeat it but louder

there’s no rest, always exploring new things with him, it never gets boring

basically your partner in crime and your ride or die

JONGHO

very protective

will literally drop kick anyone who talks shit about you and that’s on apples

you guys have probably been to every cafe in town

jongho loves his americano

your hang out spot is the cafe near your house

you guys will walk in and they’ll be making your regulars since you guys go there so much

always open for you to rant to

lots of cheeks squishing

challenges you to armrest but ofc you fail miserably

“you’ll just have to accept the fact that you’ll never beat me”

knows when you’re sad immediately and always ready to comfort you

y’all both watch bad movies and complain about it through the whole thing

“this plot sucks ass what the fuck” but still continues anyways

overall you guys have each other’s back at all times and treasure one another

#ateez #ateez kpop #kpop #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez drabbles #ateez highschool au #ateez au #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #ateez x reader

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chicago-reeed · 4 years

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Detroit Evolution

These are some notes that I took while I watched DE for the first time. It’s a lot. Like, six pages, a lot. I decided I should probably spare everyone’s dashboards and put it under a cut.

Warning: overuse of the fuck word because I am a dramatic little shit who gets overwhelmed easily

- Alright here we go. I don’t know if I’m mentally prepared to go through this hhhhh

- THE CINEMATOGRAPHY I NUT

- fuck he smellin the flowers good

- “hey tin can :P” “good morning gavin :P”

- I’m actually fucking crying IVE HAD TO PAUSE SO MANY TIMES JUST TO BREATHE AND IM ONLY AT 1:25

- FUCK ITS 1:27 AND HES FIXING HIS COLLAR HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WATCH THIS WHEN MY VISION IS BLURRY WITH TEARS

- “I don’t need to breathe” BAZINGA

- *slaps my face repeatedly* keep it together bitch

- “I like the way you look<3” aaaaaaaaannd here I go again

- HAHAHA HE WAS DAYDREAMING SAME NINES SAME

- oh god oh god witty banter WITTY BANTER I CANT FUNCTION

- C H R I S IM SCREAMING

- detective motha fuckin chris I don’t need to see any more I got what I came for

- Honestly all they need to do to calm down the protestors is get nines out there so he can say “please stop you’re being very mean >:/“ and they would probably just go home ngl

- “I’ve never been intimidated by people who hate androids” OH MY GOD NINES WITH THE BAZINGA’S TODAY WHAT A LEGEND

- can I just say the white jacket is such a power move I can’t believe nines invented fashion

- Gavin bein soft and reaching back for Nines in the crowd🥺homygod

- Gavin “no one calls him plastic but ME” Reed

- The only time I will support police brutality™️

- Gavin is so OP we stan

- Nines “you raise a fist, then I get PISSED😡” RK900

- “y’all have a nice day” Protect Detective Chris Miller at all costs

- Nines sees Gavin’s scars as charming PUT ME TO DEATH

- ADA OH LORD SHES STUNNING IM SOBBING

- Okay I need to pause and breathe again the cinematography got me chokin

- Uh ooohhh someone is jeeaaalouus😛

- Nines really said “no worry fam I’ll airdrop the case files to u”

- Ada: *exists*

- me: I hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me

- HA GAV DEFINITELY JEALOUS RIP

- And nines back at it again with the sass I AM LIVING

- Chris and Gavin’s reactions to Nines imitating Ada is the best thing I’ve seen all year

- “I can do your voice too” HIS FACE IMDBDHDJKDJD CRYIGGGSBSN

- oh ;-; shit Michael really finna make me cri

- God damn the intro credits are so beautiful

- TINAAAAAAA BABYYYYY

- Real coffee hours with the sharktreuse mug🦈

- “our boy” SHIT IM CRYING AGAIN

- Tina knows Gavin was absolutely feral before Nines appeared at the DPD

- Half An Asshole squad please stand up we ride at dawn

- Gavin with the knockoff timbs WE STAN😎

- maybe “thank god, I hate you, you love me, move your feet, oop�� will be our always

- I’m living for the whole “criminal minds” vibe goin on here

- Bruh Gavin got the hook-ups fr fr

- ❤️WITTY BANTER WITTY BANTER WITTY BANTER W❤️

- The level of reed900 is staggering

- I’ve had to pause and breathe so many times it’s pathetic I’m not even 15 mins in

- GAVIN SAID mwah<3🖕IM FUCKING DIED

- 850% godt damn Nines got that IOS 50 update

- NINES PUT CHRIS’ PROMOTION PARTY IN THE CALENDAR WHAT A GOOD DAD

- maybe “our calendar” will be our always

- Chris “wingman of the year” Miller

- Who’s that Pokémon??? It’s JEALOUS GAV

- The way Nines said “I don’t feel anything for her.” I see you bud

- insecure Gavin needing reassurance™️

- Im fucking dying I fucking died bro BRO WE ALL KNOW WHO YOURE TALKING ABOUT, NINES, WE ALL KNOW

- Asexual Nines FTW👊😤👏👏👏❤️He gives zero fucks of ANY kind

- AN ANGEL HAS APPEARED WITH A GLOWY BLUE SCARF

- BREAKING NEWS: affection-starved Gavin™️ is literally begging for love

- GAVIN REED STOP BEING MEAN TO GAVIN REED OR ELSE

- “But there’s much more to admire about you than to detest, I think.”<333

- JJ not being suspicious at all nope no way Jose

- Lazzo has said two words and I love him already

- I don’t think I’ve seen this episode of COPS before🤔🤔🤔

- We all know Nines secretly wants to wear those fun glasses

- “Officer I swear I’ve never seen that arm in my life, it’s my friend’s he just asked me to hold it for him, Android arm what android arm heh”

- “Like robot arms, not gun arms.” You’re doing great sweetie🥰

- HAND TOUCH HAND TOUCH HAND TOUCH H

- Chris “the interrogator” Miller😎

- THE CINEMATOGRAPHY

- soft n sleepy gav™️ is soft n sleepy

- FUCKING SLEEVELESS SWEATSHIRT IVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT GAV IN A SLEEVELESS SWEATSHIRT FOR SO LONG AND NOW IT’S REAL IM

- You can wear my😋😘sweeaatshiiiirt😝😁🤗 (I’m sorry I had to)

- inconspicuous loving glances™️

- #GiveAndroidsFuckinHealthcare2K20

- AAAHHHHHHHH I CANTT BREAF

- HEAD>ON>SHOULDER

- INCONSPICUOUS LOVING GLANCES™️

- Gavin has not slept in 80 years

- He really said “I’m fine” BITCH

- Bed time for brats™️ no later than 8:30pm

- hell yeah sleepover time

- “stop lookin at my insides n shit” I want that on a t shirt

- ANDROID DREAMS

- Nines is so soft I might die

- But he’s somehow equally suave as fuck how is this fair

- Oh my god dream!gavin is like Nines’ conscious this is so presh

- “What do you think Gavin was gonna say?” nsndJSKDOFIWKDBDNDNSJDBBDJDJDJDNDJXJNDIFUIFIEKWN HES STILL THINKING ABOUT THEIR CONVO

- dream!gavin you sly dog

- “To have this. Out there.” DONT FUCK WITH MY HEART LIKE THAT THIS INNER-MONOLOGUE FLUFF IS SO SWEET

- Nines being insecure™️

- Listen to dream!gavin, Nines, he has big brain

- The fact that Nines subconsciously KNOWS that irl!Gav “just wants someone that doesn’t hate him” but he’s STILL like alas, I can never be what gavin needs :’(

- nu babie don’t be sad🥺

- oh my god they’re both train wrecks protect them at all cost

- c r i p e s❤️the reed900 hurt/comfort we all needed

- FUCK

- Concerned boyfriends™️

- Maybe “I’m fine” will be our always

- GAV🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💔💔💔💔💔💔

- Insecure boyfriends™️

- Nines “I’m not going to get any closer to Gavin because I can’t help him but also I want to cuddle with him because he had a nightmare” RK900

- did someone say c a t

- dumb babie gav jus spoon the dumb android so you both feel better

- Me: *rubs evil hands together* aha here comes the angst

- cue tragic backstory

- oh

- tragic backstory indeed

- YES DAD!FOWLER WE LOVE

- Gavin is so desperate for anyone to care about him I’m crying tears

- SHIT IT’S CUDDLE TIME™️ NOW IM REALLY FUCKING CRYING

- Alexa this is so god damn sad play despacito

- YES

- HAND>HOLDING

- HEAD>ON>SHOULDER

- NINES’ SKIN RETRACTING WHERE THEIR HANDS ARE TOUCHING THIS IS LIKE EVERY REED900 STAN’S DREAM COME TRUE

- Oh shit it’s about to get domestic I don’t think I’m mentally prepared

- YOU CAN WEAR MY😝💪SWEEAATSHIIIIIIRT🤪🔥🔥🔥 (I’m never letting the sleeveless sweatshirt thing go)

- Uh oh NO FUCK I’ve read enough fan fiction to know that this is where Gavin’s fucking trust issues kick in and he decides pushing nines away is safer than getting closer to him SHIT

- AND NINES GETS CONFUSED AND HURT

- AND THEN GAVIN GETS HURT

- I feel angst in this Chili’s tonight

- “I need you to leave” aaaaaaahhhhhhhh here come a whole different kind of tears

- frick dude that ouches

- Insert sad babie noises

- Oml the tension☠️poor Chris and Ada are like😑😑

- Chris could solve this case all by himself change my mind

- Gavin and Nines = (ò///-///ó)

- Chris = :D~oblivious~

- HELL YEAH PARTY TIME

- BEST WIVES TINA AND VALERIE AHHHH

- reed900 who??? I don’t know her. I only know ❤️valerina❤️

- I can’t believe Gavin and Nines invented angst

- I went and got blue gatorade just so I could pretend I was drinking thirium like Nines

- #DetectiveChen2K20

- real sad gavin hours

- Ruh roh Gavin bouta die from the ‘rona virus because rat man smokes hella

- CINEMATOGRAPHY CHEEEEECK HOLY SHIT

- my entire aesthetic in a single shot jfc

- Aaaaahhhh Nines trying to be a supportive bf just makes me ;-; [takes damage]

- HES ACCEPTED GAVIN AS MORE THAN A PARTNER🥺that, my friends, is what we call character development

- We stan the otp aggressively talking about their feelings

- “I’m not going anywhere.” FUCK™️

- SMOKE>FACE

- Aaaaand they’re back at square one. It’s cool it’s fine it’s all good we can work with this.

- Gavin: I don’t need you ò-ó

- Gavin: *immediately after Nines leaves* fuck ó-ò

- “It’s fine”™️

- I love Ada so much hhhhhh she said 🤨

- “Basic Instinct” TINA WITH THE HEAT OMG

- *nervous laugh* haha Ada sis maybe chill a little bit ha ha

- oh no I have a not good feeling

- ADA CHILL ADA CHILL

- WHY IS HE FOLLOWING HER INTO AN ALLEY AFTER THAT SKETCHY TALK

- AAA FUCK FUCK FUCJDJEMNSNDJDNXU FUCK I FUCKING KNEW IT FUCK SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK

- 😖x1000000

- Oh my god this is so fucking sad Alexa play The Sound of Silence

- Nines got fucked up and Gavin is CONCERNED

- aayyyyy bro Nines full on nakey

- Tina and Gavin sad bro huggin👊😔

- ADA HOW DARE YOU. HOW VERY DARE YOU.

- Uh oh Nines is fckn PISSED

- he MAD mad

- Tina speakin straight facts I love her

- WOOP GAVIN FINALLY ADMITTING HE NEEDS NINES

- f u c k right in the heart

- I don’t want to attempt writing any notes at this moment because my thoughts are completely incoherent I am a MESS

- “I need you to come back, Nines.” DONT PLAY W ME LIKE THAT

- HAND HOLDING FTW

- Did Gavin really almost bring Nines back through the power of love I am SHAKING

- Dream!Gavin speaking truth as ALWAYS

- These damn flashbacks making me feel some type of way

- OH SHIT HE AWAKE

- that actually low key jump scared me

- God damn these sets are so fucking pro, I’m so happy

- REUNION

- Tina really say “Chris ;) ;) lets go get some ;) coffee ;) ;) ;) ;)”

- CHRIS’ REALIZATION FACE FUCKING LAID ME OUT I HAD TO PAUSE I WAS LAUGJINB SO HARD

- You Undead Asshole™️

- Gavin: ( ⚆ _ ⚆ ) fuck he actually heard me talk about my feelings n shit

- Nines: You literally told me you fucking needed me like five minutes ago

- Gavin: huh weird that doesn’t sound like me I actually hate you

- ooOOHHH S H I T

- REALLY IS THIS REALLY HAPPENIGN

- woah shit sorry I blacked out for a second what happened

- MY POOR LITTLE FUCKING REED900 HEART IS EXPLODING AND IMPLODING AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME

- CAAAAAAAAN YOU FEEL THE LOVE TONIIIGGHTT

- holy shit I actually gave myself a bloody fucking nose because I smacked my face too hard in excitement

- ❤️💘🧡💞💕💘💓💚💛💘💞💓💛💛💞💘❤️💚💘💜💕💖❤️❤️💕💓💗💘💖💚💝❤️

- FUCK

- “What dipshit programmed you to do that?” 🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️FUCK

- My aunt came in and told me she heard me shouting then asked why I was crying

- HAHA FUCKING CHRIS IS MEEEE

- shit I need to like..,,,,physically recover from that

- whew okay break time is over let’s fucking go

- Nines in the cheeky turtleneck I SEE U

- #DETECTIVECHEN2K20

- Gavin: I’m ready to take this hoe DOWN

- Initiate protocol: SAVE ADA FROM HERSELF

- I could listen to Tina talk to dispatch for hours🥰❤️❤️❤️

- WHITE TRENCH COAT WHITE TRENCH COAT WHITE TRENCH COAT WHITE T

- Gavin being hella concerned boyfriend™️

- FIGHT SCENE™️

- omfg that crowbar really went *CLANG* when it hit Ada’s steel fkn abs what a legend💪😎

- Hell yeah epic Nines gif moment

- no Ada don’t choke Gavin it only makes him stronger

- CHRIS THE MOTHER FUCKIN GOAT😎👏👏👏he really said “fuck ur monologue I’m here to get shit done”

- ADA QUEEN YOURE OKAY SWEETIE

- That character development godt damn

- I might be reaching but Gavin is now wearing a white/off-white shirt/gray that kINDA RESEMBLES DREAM!GAVIN’S SHIRT. Coincidence? I THINK NOT. THATS SYMBOLISM IF I EVER DID SEE IT.

- “buyer’s remorse, huh?”

- “I can’t be everything you need.”

- That awkward moment when you realize the person you were hiding your feelings from has also been hiding their feelings from you.

- “a year of that fuckin’...Ken Doll face smirkin’ at me every day” BE CUTER GAVIN, I DARE YOU.

- naked hand = love

- CHEEKY BASTARDS

- FUCK FUCK FUCK ME

- THAT WAS SO DAMN BEAUTIFUL

- So my review of this film could be summed up by saying that I basically cried for an hour and fifteen minutes.

- Holy damn

#fun game: watch the film and try to guess what each of these crazy ramblings is referring to #im still reeling from all of that #I think I need to watch it again #yes that sounds like a plan #this is kind of like a review #if it were written by an emotional crackhead who got zero sleep last night #also #happy easter babes #if u celebrate it of course #what did we do to deserve this film #jfc there are still tears in my eyes #I need to watch it again asap #Detroit evolution #octopunk media #reed900

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consider this: izuku doesn’t go to aldera but instead he went to soumei and it’s iideku friends to lovers where iida supports his dream and they train together and tenya tells tensei about it and during the foursome fearsome hangout tensei starts talking about this quirkless kid who’s working hard to be a hero and piques aizawa’s interest and soaodnmxownsosks;;;; C,,,, they’re such beautiful bois I love them;;;;

SJFNKSJRSLMDKL BRO YOURE SUCH AN INTELLECTUAL I AM FUCKING SCREAMING

inko gets mido OUT of aldera bc she finds out abt the extent of the bullying nd she will Not have her boy be tortured like that under her watch

mido kinda protests at first bc he doesnt want to make it a big deal and also what if it’s not any better in another school but inko is determined to try and help him so mido lets her

SOO soumei is a fancy private school but im sure if u can pass the entrance exam with a certain score or higher u can get a scholarship which mido succeeds in doing bc he’s a smart lil bean

anyway so he comes as like a resident nerd bc he’s gotten the highest score in like years. and iida as we all know is always striving for academic excellence so when they end up in the same class he introduces himself RIGHT away like “HELLO!!! I AM IIDA TENYA!!! IT’S A PLEASURE TO MEET YOUR ACQUAINTANCE” mido screams but it’s okay iida apologizes nd mido is like “no its all good u just startled me is all” we love them

ANYWAY so iida invites him to sit w him during lunch nd like ppl r friendly towards iida but theyre not rlly friends w him?? not like super close bc he’s well Iida but also ppl r intimidated cause iida fam stuff

but mido has stars in his eyes and he thinks iida is so cool and iida is so flustered nd flattered HHH babies,,

so they become quick friends nd mido ends the first school week without anyone even asking abt his quirk bc theyre so interested in his nerdiness instead!!! so he’s a lot happier

it does come out tho eventually probably when a teacher implies smth or mido says smth self-deprecating but u know same result. ppl are still nice to mido to his surprise but they treat him like glass which he gets fed up w p quick but he’d rather this than the outright hostility

iida is still his friend tho and he still likes mido and mido is like “ok. ur my favorite person in the whole world.” and like all might is still his favorite but iida is becoming his real hero AH

mido is kinda nervous abt talking abt his dreams to be a hero but iida can just tell like from the way mido talks to him abt any and all things heroes nd how he analyzes quirks iida just knows,,and one day iida is like “u know midoriya-kun i think you’re gonna be a great hero. have u decided which hero school u wanna go to yet?” cause they were talking abt high schools before lunch started

mido YELLS but also hes so flustered bro literally doesnt know how to respond for a solid five minutes he’s just red-faced and like giddy but also like “WAHH WHERE DID THAT COME FROM IIDA-KUN” “DID I SAY SOMETHING WRONG??” “NO I- I APPRECIATE IT IM JUST- AHH” they scream. but eventually mido calms down enough to tell him ua and iida is like “OH ME TOO!!!! we can train together!!!” mido is fucking floored

anyway then like u said iida is always talking up a storm abt mido and how he admires him and thinks he’s so cool nd when iida mentions mido is gonna apply to ua, aizawa is like “oh worm?”

aizawa finds mido and after mido finishes screaming hes like “i can help train u kiddo” “AHHH- but wait im gonna train with my friend iida” “i know him he can come too” “AHHHHH” PLEASE BRO IM CRYING,,,

obv throughout all this iida and mido are pining so hard. so fucking hard it’s like painful almost but BRo. aizawa gets to deal with these fucking middle-almost-high-schoolers pussyfooting around each other and blushing at literally everything the other does and hes like “oh my god.”

HHH BUT JUST,,,THEY MAKE IT THROUGH THE ENTRANCE EXAM TOGETHER,,,IIDA GOES W MIDO TO HELP SAVE URARAKA FROM THE ZERO POINTER AND BOTH GET RESCUE POINTS THAT WAY,,,PLEASE

they have a sleepover when the results come in and both r just so excited and so happy. they stay up SO late and mido mightve kissed iida in a sleep-deprived haze but no one’s complaining

they dont rlly TALK about it tho so theyre like dating but not officially and uraraka nd tsu have to say smth like a quarter into their first year like “u guys r so close how long have u been dating” “WE’RE NOT DATING??” “midoriya you literally kissed iida good morning” “THATS JUST WHAT BROS DO?” “midoriya. no. thats kinda gay.”

please this is such a god-tier iideku concept. i am absolutely floored. i owe you my life. please i love them PLEASE this was so good,,,thank you

#THIS GOT SO LONG IM SO SORRY JKDNJKDNJK #iida tenya #midoriya izuku #soumei au #childhood friends au #iideku #c makes a word #answer

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my-happy-little-bean · 4 years

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Patton and the Fantasy Fair (It Is The Nature of Dreams To End)

pairings: LAMP/CALM (platonic/familial) words: 3543 warnings: mild swearing, nostalgia/dwelling too hard on the past, crying, mention of blood, angst summary:

virgil had mentioned the fantasy fair once, in a conversation that was meant to go nowhere, and patton had said the following:

“ ‘it is the nature of dreams to end’. "

or: the one where they all remember that weird amusement park in the middle of a park; and also, patton is missing.

a/n- hello! here's another addition to everyone's favourite series, ‘let’s indulge bean in their slightly low quality, very personal fics’ — aka the series i write for when i am exclusively procrastinating on writing anything else :p

today's story is brought to you by a rather haunting return to 'fantasy fair'; a real place i used to go to as a kid (if you search of fantasy fair and woodbine, you'll probably find pictures of what i'm talking about :')) ). it gave me a crisis, so naturally i had to write about it. also this is kind of a response to one of my earliest one shots in this fandom called "a light in every patch of darkness". it just feels a bit related to it, not sure why :')

finally, this story was inspired by two songs: "julia" by reeder and a cover of "never never land" by adam melchor. both are great, i would highly recommend listening to them :")

i hope you find some enjoyment in this weird, midnight ramble of a story. it's rough in a lot of places, but hey! at least it's in this place with you :')

[read on ao3]

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“I know a place where dreams are born and time is never planned.

It’s not any chart, you must find it with your heart;

Never Never Land.”

-*-

“Has anyone seen Patton today?”

Roman lolled his head back against the arm rest he laid against, lowering the book he was reading and giving Virgil an upside-down smirk.

“He’s probably in his room,” he announced, as if he was the know-it-all. Virgil raised an eyebrow and Roman huffed, flipping over onto his stomach and pressing his elbow into the arm rest.

“Logan?” he called. He pressed his chin in his hand coyly. “Where’s Pat?”

“Well considering there are not many places where we are able to go,” Logan replied from the kitchen, “it is statistically probable that he is in his room.”

Roman waved his hand at Virgil, as if he was using the gesture to say “told you so!”. He flipped onto his back, head once again on the arm rest, and stretched his arms to lift the book above him. Virgil sighed as Roman resumed his reading, tugging on the strings of his hoodie.

“I dunno, it just seems unlike him to stay up there for so long.”

Logan crossed in front of him as Virgil rambled, as if his words intrigued him enough to leave whatever task he was finishing in the kitchen.

“I’m just worried, okay?” He scratched the back of his neck absentmindedly. “Are we really just cool with brushing this off as ‘normal’? Like, usually he’s awake before all of us — this morning he wasn’t even here.”

Roman’s snide smirk dropped slightly, and he brought his book to his chest. “He wasn’t?”

“Dude.”

“What?” Roman sat up slowly, throwing his arms up in an exaggerated defense. Virgil fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Look, everything Patton does is laced with some sort of muscle memory. Plus, it’s not like I’m the observant one or anything.”

Virgil looked over at Logan, silently pleading. Logan crossed his arms and pushed up his glasses.

“You are both right.” Virgil and Roman exchanged glances as Logan spoke. “Perhaps it would be of our best interests to visit him. Even if he is in there, as our suspicions assume, we can at least reaffirm our knowledge.”

“We’re going on an adventure then!” Roman sprung from the seat and immediately bounced his way to lead the group towards Patton’s room. “You should’ve just said so, Captain Books!”

Logan rolled his eyes, but followed Roman nonetheless. Before he could leave the living room, he turned around and faced Virgil, who was awkwardly standing in the same place. Logan frowned.

“Virgil? Is everything alright?”

No. That was the answer, plain and simple. Virgil couldn’t help but stare past Logan and towards Roman, still marching down the hall behind him.

Virgil knew the others couldn’t see it, but Roman was prancing across inky shadows, the trail to Patton’s whereabouts clouded with something he could only describe as a bad feeling. It sent chills down Virgil’s spine as Roman’s feet pressed into each blotch of black smoke, tainting his determined path.

He slipped his hood on and dug his hands in his sweater pockets.

“M’fine.” He spoke carefully, as to not let any echoes crack through his voice. “Let’s just get this over with.”

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They stepped into Patton’s room one by one; only because they were each so awestruck by Patton’s room.

Fairy lights draped his walls as hazy curtains, woven between picture frames of varying sizes. Each happy face Thomas knew and love was illuminated by the gaze of the lights, each seemingly staring at every memory with a special kind of fondness only Patton truly understood. Stuffed animals and stacks of photo albums were scattered around every surface of his room, which glowed with the same kind of wonder that each Side was in some way familiar with.

“Ah, I am already loving this.” Roman clapped his hands together with a smile so dreamy, it made Virgil dizzy. “Padré’s room is the best.”

“Try and stay focused, Roman,” Logan mumbled, though he was even enthralled by some notebooks sitting on the coffee table he passed through Patton’s room– enough to pick one up and absentmindedly flip through it

Virgil, however, wanted to do nothing but stay focused. He felt like a strained camera lens, trying to focus too sharply on something, anything.

But nothing could draw his attention away from the door on the other side of the room.

It was cracked slightly open, and was seemingly the destination for the secret shadows he followed. They pooled around the floor beneath the door, as if beckoning anyone who noticed it to come inside.

Virgil had noticed the door before, but never under such a blatant spotlight — and certainly never left open. During the many sleepovers he had spent in Patton’s room, that door was merely a closet; stuffed and silent in the back of his mind and the back of the room. He always assumed it was as messy as Patton’s room already was, so it didn't really matter what kind of mess was inside it. Plus, Patton had reassured Virgil that it was nothing special; that it was just a door.

Just a door my ass, Virgil thought, taking any semblance of courage he had and pressing to his chest as he dared to march against the current of shadow against his feet.

Virgil passed by Logan on his way, who briefly glanced up from the notebook.

“Virgil? Where are you–”

He stopped right beside Virgil, who stood in front of the door that seemed much taller than he remembered, casting patches of darkness across the floor. Logan frowned.

“Strange,” Logan hummed. “I do not believe I have seen this door open before.”

“Samesies…” Roman drawled, walking up to Virgil’s side as well. Logan didn’t even seem fazed by Roman’s diction. Virgil narrowed his eyes at the door.

“Not to be dramatic or anything–”

“Hey! What’s wrong with–”

“–but if we’re looking for answers–” Virgil cleared his throat nervously– ”I think we’re going to find it in here.”

Logan and Roman looked at each other as Virgil slowly stepped forward. The shadows on the floor crawled up along the surface of the wood, chasing Virgil’s hand that slowly reached for the door handle. As soon as he made contact with the brass, the shadows squealed, making Virgil tense up as he watched them scatter off.

“Come on, Emo,” Virgil heard Roman say from behind him. “Thought you weren’t leaning into the dramatics today?”

Virgil gulped, and twisted the door handle, pulling the door open with a loud, eerie creak.

---

When Thomas was a kid, his parents used to take him to the Fantasy Fair; a strange, not-so-hidden park on the second floor of a shopping mall they visited every now and then. No one– not even Logan– had ever questioned why there would be a small amusement park inside a shopping mall; all that mattered was that it was there, and that it was awesome.

Every time Thomas had run under the arch leading to Fantasy Fair, Roman had twisted images in Thomas’ mind of stepping into another world. There were signs just about everywhere, pointing in every direction with that distinct carnival font – the one that reminded Thomas of the font he’d use to write essays, but with playful twists and curls at its ends.

The aesthetics of the Fantasy Fair varied in every spot. The makeshift “streets” that weaved their way around the park were lined with mini street lamps, fake trees, and...dinosaurs, for some reason. Hung from the ceiling were large stars, strung comically from different heights; as well as large, model aircraft—one plane and one rocket ship—that made Thomas and Logan wonder how cool it’d be to fly them. The walls that hugged the whole park were painted as the fronts of colourful houses, with balconies that spilled vibrant flowers and vines from its rails. Between these walls were many small attractions; a carousel ride, small booths with carnival games, the biggest jungle gym he had ever seen– and a ferris wheel.

The ferris wheel was Thomas’ favourite, even if he and Virgil were afraid of heights. Thomas had never understood why he was so drawn to it, but it felt like every corner he turned led to the ferris wheel; as if the world was telling him that the ferris wheel was the most important part, and that he had to follow the path it laid out for him to show him why.

It was probably his favourite because it was so bright. Each cabin of the ferris wheel was painted with bright colours, creating a makeshift rainbow as it spun around. There were lights screwed into the metal bars that made up its frame, with its cheerful music reaching every corner of the space and looping so many times, much to Thomas’ (and Roman’s) excitement. It became their favourite song.

But the coolest part, in Thomas’ opinion, was that it not only took up the most space on this floor, but on both floors of the mall. It was as if someone had carved a hole through the floors of the mall, just wide enough for the ferris wheel to fit in — as if every exception was made for it to be there.

Thomas loved the feeling of floating to the top in the red cabin—always the red cabin—so he could almost touch the skylight, which let light flood into the artificial lights of the indoor park. He loved the feeling of floating down just as much, going beneath the surface of the park and to the first floor, where the world’s creators had installed a small pond, surrounded by animatronic animals and a small waterfall near the front. He always marvelled at how odd it was, stuck smack-dab in the middle of the shoppers’ path, who would stop by and peer over the fence that surrounded the pond to marvel at him back. His nose would be pressed against the cabin’s windows, just trying to get a look at everything.

Because the park, however small it truly was, seemed so big, with so many things begging to be seen and admired. Thomas filled in the gaps of this world’s story; and in return, it seemed to make every part of his brain happy.

Especially Patton. It made Patton so happy.

---

“Holy...shit…”

Virgil didn’t even notice that Roman and Logan entered behind him, each walking up to meet his side.

Logan rubbed his eyes from behind his glasses, staring up at disbelief. “Is this…”

“Fantasy Fair,” Virgil finished for him. The name left his tongue as a breathy sigh, an empty rush of starstruck filling his chest. “Wow.”

Roman frowned, and Virgil noticed him discreetly grasp the hilt of his sword.

“I dunno if it’s me or if it’s ‘cause we are technically in Patton’s closet,” Roman said slowly, “but does it seem like...a lot more different than how I remember it.”

Virgil didn’t even have to respond to show that he agreed. Each of their memories of Fantasy Fair faded in their irises, now a smoke screen reflecting an unfamiliar space.

Maybe it was because they haven’t because they haven’t visited Fantasy Fair since Thomas was 12, but it looked like every friendly spark of joy had abandoned the park; just as Thomas did. The faux-street lamps lining the fake streets lost their glow, and dead moths who were waiting for that light to return were now laying still around its rims. Each bright bulb of light they vaguely remembered were replaced by beams of flickering fluorescent lights, revealing the artificial aura of every attraction. The paint on the walls of fake house-fronts were peeling, and the inviting carnival font was scratched and faded, with cobwebs of now-visible shadows hanging from the bottom edge of each sign.

It was as if nostalgia’s double edged sword slashed across the picturesque memory of Fantasy Fair; and used the blood to paint the image of a ghost over it.

“Remind me to talk to Pat about reconsidering his interior decorating choices,” Roman murmured, slowly walking past Virgil and Logan not letting go of his sword, still bound dutifully to his side. Virgil couldn’t help but pull Logan closer to him as they followed Roman further into the park.

Logan, rather than pulling his arm back, leaned into his touch.

“You know, I was always rather unsettled by the fact that such a fanciful place was just...in the middle of a shopping mall.”

Unsettled by a fact. Virgil winced at the tell-tale sign of danger.

As they continued down what they assumed was a familiar path, Virgil dared to look around him and wondered why Patton would hide such a grim version of the world they all loved so dearly. Surely it wasn’t hard to love this park enough that the same memory could exist; yet it was tainted in every corner, a brush of darkness sweeping across every spot. The stars Virgil marvelled at were falling at his feet, shadows chasing the spot of its descent and eating it up before he could even check for any semblance of its past glow.

Floating in the dead air of the world they used to love, was a familiar song; now a distorted and slowed ballad through the static of the speakers:

“It might be miles beyond the moon, or right there where you stand.

Just keep an open mind, and then suddenly you'll find

Never Never Land

“You’ll have a treasure if you stay there, more precious far than gold.

For once you have found your way there, you never, never grow old.”

To Virgil’s surprise, Roman humming along did not make it any better.

“I do not understand,” Logan mumbled, still closely tethered to Virgil’s side. “How could all of this exist without us knowing? Better yet, how does it exist like this?”

Virgil, for a brief moment, thought about his room; how these shadows had come to be his haunted friends, whether he liked it or not. Perhaps ‘friends’ wasn’t even the right word; they were just simply there, in an existence that ran parallel to his own. He thought of the corners Patton found inviting, ones that Logan found fascinating– even the ones Roman simply just enjoyed. None of those corners would exist without darkness.

Maybe that was the case here.

For better or for worse, they had ended up at the front of the ferris wheel. Of course. Logan cleared his throat.

“Patton?” he called out, his voice a sharp echo in the midst of the slow, out-of-tune piano that filled the space. Virgil’s grasp on Logan’s arm tightened.

And then, the ferris wheel came to life.

Slowly but surely, its rusted wheel began to spin. The light bulbs lining its frame flickered, hazy remnants of a familiar glow. Virgil could hear the animatronic animals he used to find comfort in moan; a sound that seemingly came from the hole that the ferris wheel broke through, which was now filled with a pit of black.

Lifted out of the darkness were the ferris wheel cabins; once coloured all shades of the rainbow, now darkened and saturated to an unrecognizable extent.

And in one of these cabins was Patton, who peered out his window

with tears of glitter and gold streaming down his cheeks.

---

Virgil had mentioned the Fantasy Fair once, in a conversation that was meant to go nowhere,

and Patton had said the following:

“ ‘It is the nature of dreams to end’. Logan told me that once, after I started having these nightmares of Fantasy Fair. I think they started after the mall security cop dressed as a clown for Halloween, and we ran into him near the carousel. Remember how much it freaked you out?”

Surprisingly, Virgil did not.

“Ah, I guess that proves my point then,” Patton laughed sadly when he told him. “We never went back to Fantasy Fair after that, and the life that existed before we left got stuck there; all frozen in an ice cube that would never melt.”

He averted his glance from Virgil.

“I say that the nightmares started after that clown, but I actually think they started a few months before that,” Patton admitted. “Thomas had just turned 12, and his parents offered to take him to Fantasy Fair for his birthday. You know what he said?”

Yes. Guilt clawed at Virgil’s chest.

“He said no.” Patton shook his head. “Said he was ‘too old’ for things like that.” In a more hushed voice, he added, “Whatever that means.”

He stared at the plastic stars on his ceiling.

“We used to dream of Fantasy Fair, every night,” Patton murmured. “The lights, the song, the ferris wheel– I used to be able to build an exact replica of the park in my mind. And in this park we dreamt of, there were no lines for the ferris wheel, and the park extended far above the skylight.”

Virgil frowned at the way the words left his lips in a strangely bittersweet way. Patton, on the other hand, smiled, rolling his head to the side, away from Virgil’s sight; towards his closet door.

“I don’t think I remember it the same way now,” Patton murmured, his eyes—from Virgil’s point of view—still fixated on who knows what. “The lights aren’t as bright, and the song is not as wonderful.”

Patton sighed. “I saw a flash of the colourful life Thomas had grown in, and…”

Virgil watched as Patton rolled his head over to face him once more, his eyes now twinkling with a soft, golden shine. Patton sadly smiled.

“And then the dream ended.”

---

There were a lot of things Virgil could say to Patton. In fact, Patton had probably already heard a majority of those things before.

“The past is never coming back.”

“You can only live in the present.”

“Everything is changing.”

But in this strange, abandoned park—in this strange, abandoned dream—it suddenly made sense why Patton had clung so desperately to the past, and why he refused to let go. The present was merely a skeleton for the past, which harboured the light and life within it. And without at least acknowledging it, all you really have is a dead, empty shell.

Patton so desperately wanted to animate the skeleton by using the only thing he had: memories. Memories of when his family was so close, where every part of Thomas was loved for a specific and obvious reason. There was no darkness, and there were no greys; just bright, sunny skies.

However, there was truth to the familiar attempts of reassurance. Everything was changing. Virgil could feel it shifting in his bones; Thomas was growing. And with growth, there was abandonment.

The dream Patton built was a desperate attempt to cling onto the bright memories of his family.

But with all of them so frequently divided, the dream had ended.

Virgil met Patton’s golden stare, and then at the absence of light behind it.

And he pushed past Roman and Logan, using all his might to leap towards Patton’s cabin and grabbing the long, metal handle of his door with both hands.

“Virgil!” Logan exclaimed, chasing after him as Virgil was lifted off the ground slowly, his heart racing as his grasp on the cabin door handle tightened. The added weight of Logan now holding onto his ankle certainly didn’t help, and he could imagine Roman would not hesitate to add to this chain. Virgil tightened his grasp even more; he couldn’t afford to be the weak link now,

He focused his attention to Patton, with sparkling tears lining his now-widened eyes. He was silent, and afraid.

“Please,” Virgil pleaded, finding his voice beneath layers of the same fear. “It’s not over yet.”

Patton brought his hands to his mouth and let out a sob so loud, Virgil could hear it from behind the door.

And then suddenly, the door swung open, Virgil nearly swinging with it. However, he managed to let go just in time for Patton to grab his hand, pulling him and Logan and Roman with an impossible amount of strength. Virgil didn’t question it, though; it made sense that Patton could carry them all.

They all poured onto the floors of the cabin, the door now closed and the song muffled behind it. They each gasped for breath, filling in the silence in the air.

And Virgil waited. He waited for the right words to come from Logan, or the reassuring serenade that Roman would, with no hesitation, deliver.

But when none of that came, he simply stood up, and sat beside Patton.

Eventually, they all found a seat in the cramped ferris wheel cabin, quietly tearing up at the sight outside their window that they forgot they even shared.

And as they were lifted into the air, they grazed the surface of skylight; now letting in a small droplet of sun.

-*-

“So come with me where dreams are born, and time is never planned.

Just think of lovely things and your heart will fly on wings,

forever in Never Never land.”

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Written by @evoedbd

“Vanessa, you dropped your nametag.” Emily’s voice was clear over the din of the auditorium.

Vanessa Helsing blinked, brought back to herself. School was her long-forgotten dream of a life where she’d had friends instead of the abusive training she’d had drilled into her. She could imagine that she’d actually attended school for longer than a few months at a time. She’d stayed in one place, where she’d made the best friend a girl could ever ask for. It was a life she’d never known she’d missed until she met Emily. The formal dances she’d never attend, the jitters of asking her crush to the dance that she’d never get to genuinely experience. The photos for prom, where her date would watch her descend the stairs like a princess, or dance close under the romantic lighting towards the end of the night. There were so many moments that had been robbed from her, that she’d been convinced she would never need. Now, with hints of that waving beneath her nose, she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of longing. For a few moments she could try to forget that she was the Helsing heir. She could pretend she was a normal young woman who’d had all those teenage firsts. That she’d attended the prom beside another beautiful young woman. That she’d had her romantic dances and awkward first kiss, the cheesy prom photos, getting home at 11:00 on the dot so her girlfriend’s family thought her a respectable woman. That she’d graduated and gone to college, then come back to the small town and collected her sweetheart into her arms. That life had been a romantic story without the death and heartache she had endured, that she was back at her old school to see her friend’s little sister in the school play, then they’d go for pizza before a sleepover where they could watch movies and talk about old times.

“Oh, tha-” Vanessa never finished her sentence. The moment she grabbed her “name tag” she knew something was off. Were schools really offering such cheap, thin paper? What was that gritty, powdery substance rubbing between the wrapper? Wait… wrapper? Her eyes darted down, confirming her building suspicion when she saw the blue letters S U G before her thumb blocked off the remaining two.

“Emily, this is sugar.” She deadpanned, turning her gaze to the expectant vampire.

Emily was… dear gods, she was proud of her horrific joke. It was written across her timeless face. The brightest stars had to have been plucked from the night sky just to form the unique mischievous twinkle in Emily’s expressive blue eyes. Without the glasses needed in her mortal life, the scar across the bridge of Emily’s nose was more prominent, however the blemish only served to solidify the vampire in the real world. She had some flaws, such as how the somewhat heavy set of her brows always made it appear as if they were creasing in thought, or annoyance.

“Yep.” Emily began, popping the P on her smirking lips. That smirk only drew attention to the defined, high set of her jaw, along with her strong yet feminine chin. The strength to her feminine features made that playful smugness so unfairly attractive, more so than they had any right to be. Dear lord, she was embracing her vampiric nature to appear so smug, so above the world of mortals even as she delivered the cheesiest of lines without an ounce of well-deserved shame.

“I am in the unique position of knowing everything about you is sweet…” the vampire trailed off, leaning closer so that her breath could tease Vanessa’s ear as she whispered.

“Especially how you taste.”

“Emily!” Vanessa exclaimed in something of a squeak, hoping her scandalised tone could make up for how hotly her cheeks were burning. This was how she died. Not to vampires, demons and the abysmal supernatural who would prey on humanity, but to her mortification in some school she had no association to.

“I’m sorry!” Emily quickly cut in, realisation dawning on her face. Remarkably, the Vampire’s cheeks flared at how her words seemed to have been taken.

“I haven’t eaten today.” She confessed in a low tone, clarifying what she had meant by taste. That was very Emily, thinking with her stomach. So, maybe Vanessa could forgive her.

“I am currently only sustained by your immortal love.” Another pun, clearly Emily wasn’t feeling that guilty about her seemingly unintentional innuendo.

“What’s this after show gathering about, anyway? I was told to read the fine-print, but I didn’t see your name anywhere.” Emily continued, voice lowered enough to conceal her words from unwelcome ears.

“Sttoopppp” Vanessa groaned, allowing her head to fall forwards into her hands. She’d genuinely thought her face couldn’t get any hotter, yet she was once again proven wrong. Her blush doubled down, intensifying all the way to the tips of her ears.

“I don’t know what I expected from a school that is so cruel. It forces U and I apart.” Emily dramatically lamented, lifting the back of her hand to her forehead as her body appeared ready to fall. Her other hand clutched at her heart, fingers clawed as if trying to hold the muscle together. Her caramel brown hair swished around her face chaotically, strands streaking across her pale face when she shook her head mournfully. The display was enough to make Vanessa laugh out loud without a regard for any other.

“You’re so cheesy!” She accused, reaching out in an effort to playfully shove Emily’s shoulder.

“Ungtie Em! Auntie V!” A high pitched squeal of joy broke the moment. A dash of colour flew past the corner of Vanessa’s vision mere moments before there was earth shattering impact. A bundle of excitement leapt at Emily, making high pitched noises that Vanessa couldn’t decipher. The Vampire smiled, a single arm curling out to embrace the squirming mass clinging to her chest.

“Hey Kiddo, you were awesome up there!” Emily eagerly responded, leaning her head back and cocking a hip to establish some distance from the excitable child.

They looked so similar to Emily one might actually think them mother and daughter. Despite her youth, the girl’s cherub cheeks already showed signs of how they’d sharpen, whilst her chubby jaw already was beginning to form that devastating swoop. It wasn’t merely the physical aspects that struck Vanessa however. Although the child’s eyes were a vivid green instead of blue, they held that exact same twinkle that Emily’s did. The stars personified into mischief and glee which captivated the Helsing Huntress once again.

“I already sent the video to your mom and Gwen. They’re going to be so proud! Did you have fun?” Emily continued, attempting to smooth over the potential hurdle of an absent parent.

With Code Black extending into other countries, and Grace dealing with the consequences of having being changed into a supernatural being, coming to her daughter’s school functions had become a tad difficult. Vanessa’s heart plummeted as she remembered the tears in Grace’s eyes when she’d video called them, explaining that she was not stable enough to be near mortals just yet. Gwen had been equally as hurt, although she disguised it with her usual attitude. The Banshee was officially under orders not to leave her partner’s side, and to contain any supernatural outbursts. Of course, Emily had quickly agreed to step up and be there for her niece, barely getting her rushed words out before Vanessa was also agreeing.

The Helsing was brought back to the present as Emily pretended to nip the child’s delicate nose, earning an adorable squee followed by twinkling giggles. For a young Banshee, her voice was already captivating, drawing attention without even trying.

“Yeah!” She declared, giving a rather stout nod to compliment. her words. That drew another grin from both the adults, Emily making no effort to conceal her relief. This child was so precious, even though she was developing an attitude similar to Gwen’s. Briefly, Vanessa pondered if the vivid green eyes were a Banshee trait, or if it was merely that her father and Gwen had similar origins. The Helsing order had taught Vanessa a lot about hunting monsters, though its education on living with supernaturals was so painfully limited. Questions Vanessa had simply couldn’t be answered by The Helsing Order, and she was loathed to start badgering Gwen about these things. She was already very cautious about the answers she gave, seemingly not trusting Vanessa’s intentions. Thankfully, Grace’s daughter held no such hesitations.

“You were absolutely amazing, Gloria.” Vanessa affirmed, stepping closer so that she could squish Gloria into Emily with a hug.

“Thanks Auntie V!” Gloria muttered as she wiggled again, working one arm free so that she could curl it around Vanessa’s neck. Vanessa couldn’t stop her smile growing as her chest morphed into a comforting warmth. It was an instant sensation that encompassed her, just as her arms attempted to encompass the two amazing individuals she called family.

“I am surrounded by the most amazing women in the world! I love you both.” Emily announced softly, her smile so filled with joy that Vanessa’s heart almost burst through her chest. The Huntress had no idea how her body was able to contain the love she felt for these two, nor the pride she had in Emily. The Vampire was so fearless, so loving and tender despite her rebellious streak. Vanessa couldn’t help but lean closer, accidentally squishing Gloria, to press a quick peck to Emily’s smiling lips. It wasn’t quite a kiss, not with both of them smiling so much, but it was enough to express their love. That overflowing sensation that clearly filled both of them. Though, Gloria was clearly not sharing the sentiment.

“Ewww! Grown up kisses!” She declared, lifting both of her hands to shield her nearly glowing eyes. At that, both Emily and Vanessa laughed. Emily’s eyes adopted that wicked gleam again, the one which screamed that she was plotting. It was Emily’s equivalent of a cliché villain drumming their fingers together dramatically. One twitch of her brow was all it took for Vanessa to catch on, then act. In unison, the two women leaned in and pressed their lips to Gloria’s chubby cheeks, earning another high-pitched sound that was too preciously adorable for words.

“Disgusting. They have their fake marriage and now they want our schools too! The people of America shouldn’t have to let their kids go to a school where these perverts have access!” The voice that said those words was so gruff. Vanessa couldn’t help but flinch, even though she refused to turn her attention towards those speaking. Emily’s demeanour had also changed, shifting from playful to enraged within a single second. Her jaw hardened, almost bulging as she ground her, fortunately still human, teeth together. The blues of her eyes seemed almost purple for a moment, before she squeezed her eyes shut. When they opened, blue prevailed, although the stars had been returned to the sky. These blues were the depths of the ocean, where light only just could define colour. Vanessa shuddered at that. She couldn’t help it. The cold rage and building pressure within Emily’s eyes was crushing, and her glare was not even aimed at Vanessa.

“Honey, you mustn’t associate with those types of people, or their children. The devil uses them to spread wickedness and keep us from God.” The second voice was a woman. Gentler, quieter too. Perhaps that is what made her words hurt more than the man’s. Her tone was not rage and hatred, but the concern of a mother who desperately was trying to protect her child from what she feared. Her intent was not ill, even though her words spread hatred. She was just a mother trying to care for her child.

“These freaks want everyone to treat them special. If it were up to me, I’d execute them all, and the poor kids they’re corrupting. Cut evil out at the root before it ruins our country.” The male spoke again, somehow growing even louder. Around the room, some people cast him strange looks, or so Vanessa assumed. Nobody addressed his words, however. From the corner of her eye, Vanessa noticed one of the teachers discreetly turn and walk away, leaving the man unchecked. Something about his words cut too close to the bone, leading to Vanessa flinching. She’d heard homophobic comments before, even dealt with them, yet something about this man’s words. His conviction… it was too familiar.

“But Gloria is really nice! She helped me with my shoelaces!” A little boy spoke up, clearly trying to defend Gloria. Vanessa couldn’t miss the way Emily gave Gloria a proud smile, nor how Gloria snuggled closer into Emily. The little girl had gone several shades paler, whilst her eyes had darkened and dimmed. It was like watching a light switched off, leaving only fear and shadows in place of a vibrant scene. Then, Gloria’s body appeared to house a tornado for how violently she trembled, and the rushed breaths she took curled into the safety of Emily’s neck.

“Nice? She wants to turn you into a damn woman! All dykes are man haters, even the really pretty ones. If I see them later, I’ll make sure they ain’t so pretty anymore.” The Man spat. Like a key in a lock, understanding bolted into place within Vanessa’s mind. The words for gay were shifted into Supernatural. Vampires. Monsters. This man’s hatred was no different than the hatred which had been beaten into her own head. Vampires were evil, no debates. Then, her one time doubting it had led to the death of her team. For so long Vanessa had been sure of herself. Had not distinguished supernaturals between dangerous or not. They were the enemy. An enemy she’d struck down on hateful orders. Had she sounded like this? How many people had she saved and spread talk like this to? How many supernatural beings had felt the fear she felt now? The pain? How many children cried as Gloria was into Emily’s shoulder? How many little supernaturals had panicked and asked the questions Gloria was now?

“Ungtie Em, is that true? Because you love auntie V I have to marry a girl? What if I want a prince? I don’t wanna love a girl! They’ll hurt me! And I’ll go to hell! A-“

“Gloria Collins! You listen to me right now.” Vanessa cut in, turning her own body to shield Gloria from any hateful glances. The little Banshee lifted her head, green eyes blown wide with terror. A small nod let Vanessa know she had Gloria’s undivided attention, which she greedily claimed. If she had only ONE chance to fix this, she was going to do her best. She could not undo the damage of her own hatreds and past, yet she could prevent further hatred spreading.

“Nothing they have said is correct. Those people want to hurt others and make them feel bad for being different. There are lots of people like them in the world, but you can’t let their words hurt you.”

“You don’t have to love anybody you don’t want to, Gloria. Don’t you think Uncle Diego is handsome?” Emily questioned gently, earning a small nod from Gloria. At this, she smiled and continued.

“I thought so when I first met him, honestly I thought he could be my prince Charming.” Emily’s words earned a blink from Vanessa. She hadn’t known THAT! Though, when she really thought about it. Pale. Athletic build. Dark hair. Unique eyes. Broody exterior with a secret softness? Connections to the Supernatural… nope! She wasn’t going there. Nope, nope, nope!

“But, what about Auntie V? Don’t you love her?” Gloria gasped, seemingly invested in what Emily was saying.

“More than anything in this world, kiddo. Just look at her, don’t you think she’s pretty?” Emily’s gentle words caused Vanessa’s cheeks to burn. Her lips curled into an instinctive smile, unable to resist mirroring the tender expression across the vampire’s face. After a moment, she groaned, unable to endure the scrutiny. Her hands came up, shielding her face in a weak attempt to maintain some composure.

“She looks like a princess.” Gloria whispered all too loudly, earning a good-natured chuckle from Emily. When Vanessa braved a look through her fingers, she found herself gazing into two expectant faces. Emily was more matured, her amusement evident, whilst Gloria seemed almost enchanted. As if she were seeing Vanessa for the first time. Her little face echoed the wonder of characters in the anime and manga Vanessa so adored, right down to the twinkle in her eyes. These stories were filled with princesses and royalty, characters that had enchanted Vanessa for hours of her lonely life. She never had even stopped to consider herself anything like these characters… now, she was hearing that her niece thought her worthy of that title? It was too much!

“Yes, she is.” Emily agreed in a wistful tone.

“The first time I saw her, I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. I was so lost in how pretty she was I almost crashed my old truck.”

“Not the truck!” Gloria dutifully chirped, earning a laugh from both Emily and Vanessa. That old truck was a nightmare, forever breaking down at the worst of times. Yet, their attachment to the truck didn’t let them quite dispose of it. It now served the Hunt family, breaking down at the worst of times and putting Mac’s teeth on edge. It also kept Mothman in business and gave them an excuse to visit Razi. Somehow, Razi’s sister always seemed to be visiting around the time as well… coincidence? Vanessa thought not.

“Yes. The Truck. Then she saved me and kept protecting me. She showed me that her heart was even more beautiful than I could imagine. She made me happy in ways no man I had been with ever had, or ever could. There were millions of little moments that made me realise we were meant to be together. The way her smile made me feel as if I was looking into the sun, how just holding her hand made me feel as if I could take on the world. She made everything seem easy and fun. She made me want to live, to be better than I used to be.” Emily explained, her voice going so wistful and gentle that Vanessa felt her heart beating faster and faster. Her chest thrummed and tingled, blood burned down her neck and collar in addition to her cheeks. Emily wasn’t done.

“She makes me want to protect the world, because I want everyone to have the chance to experience a love like I feel for her. I love Vanessa Helsing with all my heart, Gloria, and she loves me the same way. Even after I was turned into a vampire, she continued to love me. A Helsing and a Vampire is all so many people could see when they looked at us. To us, we were always just Vanessa and Emily. That’s why I married her, and not an uncle. Because I would rather have one single kiss from her, than an eternity with anybody else. I’d never go to bed again unless it is with her by my side.” Emily made no effort to conceal the tears dripping down her cheeks, not even when Gloria gave one an experimental poke. Crystalline blue eyes stayed focused on Vanessa, absorbing every single reaction as if they were water to a dying woman. Vanessa found herself in a similar state, enchanted by how the tears shone like diamonds against Emily’s pale skin. The huntress was enthralled by the beauty of the words, unable to even begin to process them despite the fact she knew them. In her heart she KNEW those words. They were every beat. They were every breath she took. Those words, their sentiment, were her existence. How Emily had plucked them from the air and given them form was… Vanessa didn’t have words.

“Does any of that sound evil, Gloria?”

“Nope!” Gloria stated, shaking her little head. Vanessa let out a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding. Gloria was just so accepting, so intelligent, so…

“It sounds gross! I’m never falling in love with anyone! Yuck!”

Well… she WAS still a child.

“I don’t think tha-” Vanessa began.

“Babe, hold onto Gloria for a second, I need to go talk to those people.” Emily was faster, cutting Vanessa off by thrusting Gloria into her lithe arms. She recognised the twinkle in Emily’s eye, that mischief with a touch of hunger which promised chaos. Staggering under the sudden weight, Vanessa’s extended hand missed Emily’s sleeve by an inch. An inch which may as well have been a mile.

“Em-” Vanessa stopped herself. Any further insistence would cause a scene, which wouldn’t be good for Gloria at all. Whatever Emily was planning, Vanessa knew it couldn’t be horrific. Not within such a crowded place, or in front of Gloria. Though, nothing could be more horrific than what she had seen. People doing nothing. Letting such vile words go around such vulnerable people. How? When Vanessa had realised her errors she had fought back. She had stood up to those who spoke with hatred, had fought to protect the innocent. Was she truly as unique as Emily said? Was it truly rare for someone to tell these people that their words were not appropriate? That threatening others was… she never concluded her thought as she watched Emily’s hand grab a packet from one of the tables. With an all too demure smile filled with fang, Emily held the packet up for Vanessa to see.

S A L T.

Vanessa let her head fall into her waiting hand, covering her face with a loud sigh as she predicted what was going to happen next.

Emily, with her saccharine smile fixated across her lips strutted straight up to the homophobic man, extended the packet and with a faux innocence spoke.

“Excuse me sir.” Her tone drifted from innocence to a purr, matching the way she spoke when her fangs were out and her eyes blazing. Through her fingers, Vanessa noted how pale the man had gone, even as Emily’s rich voice filled her ears.

“You dropped your nametag.”

#lovestruck #women of lovestruck #vanessa helsing #vanessa x mc #havenfall vanessa #havenfall is for lovers #fluff #sporadic sunday #lovestruck headcanons #answered

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jen-iii · 5 years

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Some real good things from the new Ducktales episode:

- Throwing nerf darts at Magica’s picture

- Lena apparently the one setting up the whole sleepover for ALL the kids

- ‘Sleeping bags, board games, weapons and booby traps, ya know, the standard things at a Webbigail Vanderquack sleepover tm

-LENA MADE HER A FUCKING CAKE

- LENA THREW THIS WHOLE THING AS A ‘FRIEND-IVERSARY’ PARTY BECAUSE SHE MET WEBBY ONE YEAR AGO GHVFCJDSHJDSX

- “Time loses all meaning in the infinite night of the shadow realm’ is both a REALLY funny line but also devastating with its implications

-LENA SANG WEBBY A LITTLE SONG IM GONNA FUCKING DIE

-LENA MADE THEM ALL FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS SHES SO!!!!! PURE!!!!

- Lena’s voice making things she says sound sarcastic is really funny but also a kinda call back to beagle birthday massacre with ‘Real smooth moves out there, Pink” “Thanks!...wait, was that sarcastic?” “Nope.” “Ha! Thanks!...WAIT, was that...”

-oooo baby has power spikes with her emotions i love her

-Webby saying the real sweet shit with Lena you ARE right Webby, she IS even gooder

-You know who’s my best friend?” “Me :)” “SLEEP” “ >:0″ WAS REAL FUNNY

-Okay so I hate the implications of the eye and hair colors but it IS a real DOPE look for Lena

-And oooooo it’s an ACTUAL PHYSICAL change and not imaginary? really nice

-Webby is so wonderfully soft and sweet with Lena, the line delivery of ‘now I got glowy stars!” was super cute

- The unicorns extra animation with it’s snorts was really funny

-I honestly thought the dragon wings was just a super dope aesthetic choice by Lena but they weren’t :(

-THE SWORD HORSE JUST FUCKING DISAPPEARS LMAOOO

-Magica hey yeah, you need to stay 54637284637 feet away from Lena at all times or you best be ready to catch these hands

-Louie’s dream is a mood

- OKAY SO IS LENA TURNING INTO A WOLF JUST A DREAM THING OR CAN SHE ACTUALLY DO THAT BECAUSE??? THAT LOOKS DOPE

-”this form in dreams usually represents impostor syndrome, or possibly a feral instinct..” “OR, she’s a pack animal and WE’RE her pack! >:I” I love these lines but also owchies

- HUEY WHY

-I love u Violet never change

-Aww baby turning green and having a TIME rn :(

- “Oh no, she’ll be cold without her sweater!” DEWEY I LOVE YOU YEAH SHE WILL BE COLD

-okay not gonna lie, the green and black feathers looks sick

-Magica I’m SO uncomfortable with you being ANYWHERE near Lena please vacate the premises plz and thank you

- i knew her worst fear was to become Magica ;(

-The sarcastic voice problem comes back but oh so much worse

- Monster dragon/wolf form looks SUPER dope but :((((

- still trying to save Webby she loves her so much :((((

-YEAH THATS LENA BBY U GOT IT!!

-POWER OF FRIENDSHIP HELL YEAH

-OKAY BUT UHHHMMMM, THAT TEAR COULDA DROPPED ANYWHERE BUT U CHOOSE LENA’S L I P S OKAY I SEE U

-rvbhfcnjdcefhds Magica also having a TIME being the crazy wood witch rgbvhffbhjcd

-I don’t need YOU, Y O U need ME” HELL YEAH BABY YOURE SO STRONG

-It really kinda puts into perspective what SHIT Lena had to deal with if she can just watch calmly as her ‘Aunt’ says how shes gonna brutally murder her and rip her magic out of her with her bare teeth like wtf

-ending with soft gay look and Magica raging in the bg was real good

all in all MY FAV FUCKIN EPISODE

#ducktales #dt17 #ducktales spoilers #lena de spell #weblena #magica de spell #webby vanderquack #nightmare on killmotor hill

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bow-woahh · 4 years

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She-Ra season 5 thoughts

A chaotic summary of my feelings/ reactions of each episode! Spoilers. Obviously.

Episode 1 — Horde Prime

- First of...Adora stop throwing yourself into battle challenge - "You're not She-Ra anymore" — TELL HER SIS - The way Catra was so smug but Glimmer was not having any of it "You're just as alone as I am" if that ain't the truth idk what is - Catra wanting the climb up the ranks? Sis I don't think so let's see how long that lasts - The DINNER pissed me the fuck OFF - Oh yeah here's my obligatory SW FUCK OFF CHALLENGE - Micah, King, glare at her!! Yes!! - The way Scorpia said "Catra thought my singing was annoying" honey - That clone was SO annoying stfu about Prime being omniscient and omnipresent and shit like ugH idC - Bow and Adora are the BROTP - Scorpia stinging Adora to keep her safe - and that's on friendship - The way Prime INSTANTLY called Catra out "Adora means something to you" listen I hate the gay but damn he's smart. He saw right through her act. - "Adora chose her side and I chose mine" that doesn't mean you don't still care Catraaa - Also that was REALLL quick lmaoo the way five seconds she was like "imma climb up the ranks" then in about two secs HP was like "sis I have no use for you" - "What are you going to do to me?" IM CRYING - Adora and those weird flashback PTSD things -- are u okay sis?? - This was the first episode and I already want to cry so....wow

Episode 2 — Launch

- Adora omg she's so fatigued girl S L E E P - Bow getting pissed at everyone for not letting her rest...what a king - Catra disobeying HP and talking back to that clone but then HP took its form...fuck man that shit scary - STOP CALLING HER LITTLE SISTER CHALLENGE JESUS FUCK - Everyone hates Entrapta wow ouch - Literally Entrapta being horny over robots is hilarious lmaoo - Mermista is a great leader and they worked so well together ahhh! I'm loving Scorpia and Frosta's friendship - Entrapta got the signal!! I'm proud - Adora stop following holograms and illusions challenge - Adora being all like "I don't know my destiny anymore but I know I need to save my friend." LIKE YES HONEY - Glimmer is sO volatile like honey,, did you need to break HP's crystal ball thingy?? DID U?? - also she knows her dad is alive now and that H U R T S ++ I bet she doesn't know the sword is broken so fuckkl - Micah as She-Ra?? something I never knew I needed - SW not being in this episode at all? love that for us - "I reinstate my horray" I LOVE YOU SCORPIA - "Can you stay?" MY FUCKING HEART GLITRA FRIENDSHIP HERE WE COME

Every episode I just feel immense f E AR

Episode 3 — Corridors

- THIS STARTS W BABY CATRA AND ADORA?? NOELLE WHY ARE TRYNA KILL US?? - Catra and Glimmer talking about sleepovers and Adora...damn my heart - Adora and her stupid ponytail 💀 - "I'll never say sorry!" - THE WAY YOUNG CATRA WAS SO JEALOUS EYE— - "There's no one in the entire universe who cares about me." - "Im sorry! For everything." IM SO UPSET WTF - CATRA IS FUCKED BUT SHE SAVED GLIMMER - HP GTFO CHALLENGE - I'm so proud of my baby tho wow... - What the fuck we gone do now? - so much happened in this episode so this is a lot shorter because my brain is numb. Catra is gonna get brainwashed?? isn't she?? - "I want to do that one good thing in my life." IM CRYING Y'ALL

Episode 4 —Stranded

- Adora is like "Catra, Catra?? saved you?? wtaf?” Lmaoo - Bow and Glimmer fighting is hurting my HEART - KYLE HAS A CRUSH ON ROGELIO?? SCORPIA DONE EXPOSED IT AHHH - Swifty tryna contact Adora?? kinda cute - him impersonating everyone was onbrand and kinda funny ngl - The way Adora is like "it's complicated" lmaoo girl everything is w you - I live the star siblings omg yeS - "I have to save someone. Someone I—" omFG ADORA - Adora is S T R O N K - she GLOWED OMFG SHE RA?? IS THAT U?? - BOW AND GLIMMER BEING OKAY?? MAYBE - Etherians really are wilding out here - YESSS THEY JOINING THE REBELLION - "Maybe we'll never be friends like we used to be." Glimmer...I love her sm - "I can't just leave her there. I have to try." Adora actually cares so much about her!! and I love Glimmer being supportive wow we love a queen! - THE BEST FRIEND SQUAD IS BACK TOGETHER!! LETS GOO - "She-Ra is back." Swift Wind is annoying but thank you. thank you for saying that horse.

I literally threw my hoodie across the room and forgot that I did that wow lmao

Episode 5 — Save the Cat

- My friend who's ahead me said wait for episode 5 now I'm fucking S H OO K - this episode name has me shook I can't - its WRITTEN BY NOELLE?? WE'RE FUCKED - I love Wrong Hordak SM what an idiot - Catradora really is gonna be canon wow - WTAF IS THAT SHE IS NOT MY CATRA SHE IS A CLONE her hair tho?? kinda nice - the way HP said "your Catra." like low-key he said gay rights - "You broke my heart. And he has made me whole again." - "We both know I don't matter" and "you're and idiot" "I know" THESE TWO ARE MADE FOR EACH OTHER - SHE JUMPED OFF A CLIFF FOR HER - the way she's holding her?? so soft - SHE RA IS LOOKING FLY -- and is she taller?? - "You miscalculated" YES QUEEN I LOVE HER. THAT WHOLE FIGHT SCENE WAS AMAZING - FuCK HORDEP PRIME - Darla is the best Light Hope SUX - the "Hey, Adora" was SO SOFT IM SO HAPPY

That episode really hiT different Catradora is DEFINITELY canon EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU NOELLE

Episode 6 - Taking Control

- Adora. Chill. - Catra's trauma...wow - honestly I have SO MUCH TO SAY and so little at all. - The ending w Catra joining was so cute and all the Catradora interactions are SENDING ME this is the development I need - "Adora. Stay." MY HEART - thank fuck that chip is gone YAY - Entrapta and Catra making up? Catra saying "Thank you and I'm sorry" her least favourite words -- characters DEVELOPMENT - The way Catra blushed when Adora transformed GIRL YOURE GAY - SHERAS POWER IS TOO MUCH SLAY GIRL - Horde Prime FucK off challenge I hate him - Micah tryna be a father figure? cute - the endING FUCK WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT SPINNERALLA??? POOR NETOSSA

okay but where tf is DT, KYLE, LONNIE AND ROGELIO??

my mum is so tired of me screaming lmaoo

Episode 7 — Perils Of Peekabloo

- Catra just SAT on Adora's lap the PDA is unmatched - We love a filler wow - we literally can't trust anyone this shit sucks - SCORFUMA STANS STAY WINNING - Mermista and Seahawk kinda cute tho (the heart eyes) - DT I KNEW IT - CASH KITTEN? EYE—JUST SAY SUGAR MOMMA AND GO - NETOSSA DOESN'T DESERVE THIS - MERMISTA TO - EVERYONE is chipped WTF - DT is a theatre gay through and through - THEY'RE FUCKED WE'RE FUCKED - NOOOO SCORPIA 😭😭😭 - "I'm the muscle, remember?" - SCORPIA'S POWER, HER REACH, IT'S AMAZING - everything is going downhill FAST - "Happy Anniversary" EYE—😭😭😭😭😭

well that sucked What the fuck we gone do now?

Episode 8 - Shot in the Dark

- The soft smile Catra gave Adora while teasing? love that - loving this new squad - the wAY HER TAIL FLUFFED UP SHES SO SCARED MAN - Wrong Hordak is my main g - the LAUGHING!! THE BLUSHING!! EVERYONE CAN SMELL THE GAY TENSION - omg Catra being the brains of the operation?? yes please - "Catra's first mission" THEY'RE SO OBNOXIOUS I LOVE THEM - "I'm going to kill your friends." "Please don't." we are ASCENDING - Casta? Strike her down anyway please 🙏 - Adora is SO WHIPPED the way she blushed at Catra making the door - "It's such a cute sneeze" BOW KNOWS IT CATRA IS CUTE AND THATS THE TEA - literallyyyy I hate SW GTFO CHALLENGE get OFF my screen 😡 - CATRA WHY DID YOU LUNGE AT THAT THING?? - OMFG MAGICAT?? (Nope dumb bitch) - "I'm coming!" "Hurry." - "I'm sorry. I got angry. It's something I'm working on" ADORA GLOWED AND SAID "You are?" WE LOVE SELF GROWTH AHH - It was Catra's hand OMFG IN THE TRAILER - Adora and cat thing being magic? we love it - MELOG IS SO CUTE and Catra can talk to it?? wowow - they love taking strays lmao - Wrong Hordak's character arc is the best one in the show - CATRA HAS AN IDEA?? YES - Preach Casta shut Weaver up - "That about sums it up, yes." I love them as a team - the hand holding? so cutee Catra don't pretend you're not whipped - oml Glimmer kissing Catra before Adora? EYE— Glitra shippers gonna be so happy at that one moment lmaoo - THEY'RE HOMEEEE

ahhh we're getting close to the end nooo

Episode 9 —An ill Wind

- oh god oh god - Catra is so badass with Melog i LOVE HER EMOTIONAL SUPPORT ANIMAL - having to fight your own wife? that shit sucks - Erelandia? it's free - omg HP is angry asfff - FROSTA CHILL SHE PUNCHED HER HARD - Adora and Catra are soft 🥺 that's all I have to say

Episode 10 — Return to the Fright Zone

- omg are we gonna see Kyle?? Lonnie? Rogelio?? (also nope, stupid hoe) - okay but Netossa getting screentime? YES PLEASE - I love the intro sm ahhhh - also her knowing everyone's weakness? love that shit - ouch Perfuma ouch didn’t have to go so hard on Catra and YET - omg I forgot Bow's dads existed - "Mostly bad memories" 😔😔😔 - competitive gfs for the win - Catra FLEW tho WOW Scorpia is STRONK - the dad jokes are immaculate - "I'm working is being a better friend. That has to count for something right?" - "We don't throw tanks at our friends" sis you don't give flowers to your them at this current time either - "why did I get stuck with the water Princess?" Catra...baby I love you - omg there's a fail safe THANK FUCK I was legit speechless - "There's real power in love and friendship" preACH IT GIRLIE - SCORPIA FIGHT IT YESSS - legit forgot Spinny and Netossa were fighting lmao oof - FINALLY ANGST OVER THE WIVES ARE BACK - omg THE PAN TO ADORA ABOUT BEING VULNERABLE AHHHH - Perfuma is Catra's therapist that's my headcanon - OMFG I FORGOT ABOUT SW FUCK SHIT CATRA BABY IM SORRY

damn I'm stressed out

Episode 11 — Failsafe

- Weaver STFU challenge - them taking about their abuse? we love to see - "We— I could really use your help" KILL ME NOW THEY'RE TOO MUCH - "Not because I like you" she says SMILING - Melog is Catra's affectionate side prove me wrong - Stan Entrapta for clear skin - SW doesn't deserve rights (as per usual) - DONT TOUCH HER BITCH LITERALLYYYY WHYYY - and now She Ra is glitching?? fuck - Catra is so jumpy eye— "Trust Me" MY HEART SBSBDB - Weaver really called her a DISTURBANCE STFU 💀💀💀 - Entrapta and bird horse ftw what a tag team - OMG NO BE CAREFUL - "Did you just jump in fire to save me?" SHE WAS SO SMUG - can SW burn like... now? - "It's none of your business" LITERALLY BUTT OUT - "Catra, she distracts you, confuses you." WEAVER I FUCKING HATE YOU SM I FUCKING I WILL PUNCH MY SCREEN - Entrapdak being a thing? I do not know how to feel - "Your imperfections are beautiful." I am.... conflicted - SW doesn't deserve screen time - Catra is an i no cap (I genuinely have no clue what I meant so sorry about that) - i think the fuck not - this episode is so stressful - Catra saving Adora >>>>>>>>> - what an awful reunion for Glimmer damn - "It doesn't always have to be you!" IKR IT SHOULD BE WEAVER - fuck dark magic fuck it all - Catra's upset?? no my baby 🥺 - this whole episode is just traumatising - Adora's heart do be glowing - Catra's LEAVING?? why?? - "What do you want Adora?" - MY HEART BEEN BROKE SO MANY TIMES I DONT KNOW WHAT TO BELIEVE 😭😭 - omg this time instead of Adora leaving it's Catra (you are a dumbass DUH) - that H U R T S - ADORA TELL HER YEs QUEEN

omg HEART NEXT???

Episode 12 — Heart Part 1

- I am not prepared for this - Adora...baby I'm so sorry - Glimbow moment with a banjo?? that was cute - Adora really is a party popper - "Adora doesn't want me. Not like I want her." AND THAT'S ON LESBIANISM BUT ALSO FUCKING OUCH - but really Catra...do you really think Adora doesn't want you? girl are youb B L I N D?? - Wrong Hordak is MY GUY - Stan the rebellion for clear skin - NOOO WHAT THE FUCK MY HEART DON'TPLAY WITH ME LIKE THAT THEY NEARLY KISSED AND IT WAS A FUCKING SIMULATION - real Catra be CAREFUL - "We have to warn Adora" YES SIS WARN YOUR GF - "I thought I could make my own destiny" U STILL CAN SIS - I'm scared I'm fucking scared - my HEART IS BEATINGG FASTT - I really hate Horde Prime uhhhhhhhgg - for once in your sorry life do something good Weaver jfc - "I can't leave her behind again" - BEST FRIEND SQUAD + MELOG YES - "Bow, I love you." GLIMBOW IS BACK ON AHHH - BUT AT WHAT COST??? (literally what am I saying??) - "You deserve love too." AND THAT'S ON PERIODT - Glimmer coming in clutch!! - Mermista and Seahawk do be cute tho - Micah is actually the worst rn wow - "Goodbye, my oldest enemy" CATRA COME QUICK AHH

the last episode....I'm not ready to say goodbye

Episode 13 — Heart Part 2

- ofc this is written by Noelle - "Hey, Adora" MY HEART - "I'll catch up okay? Get to the heart." - SW ACTUALLY DIED?? THANK YOU MY GIRLS CAN HEAL NOW

andd that's as far as I got before freaking the fuck out with everything that was happening onscreen but THE CATRADORA KISS WAS EVERYTHING and the ending was perfect 🥺💖

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Thank you Crew-Ra, Noelle for making such a beautiful and heartwarming show, this will be remembered for years to come because what this show did was incredible and unlike anything I've ever watched.

#she ra #catra spop #adora spop #spop spoilers #spop s5

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fandom-will-be-my-fall · 4 years

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Spill your heart out about Walter.

Okay so I basically got this question in what, January?? but I’m answering it now since I just rewatched the movie and have inspiration, sorry for the late reply Anon

Okay so, to start off this post with some keyboard smashing because that my primary go-to for expressing my emotions

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HANDSOME BOY. HANDSOME. ‘NUFF SAID.

I could legit stare all day at his beautiful face… look at him. Enchanting sky blue eyes… fluffy, wavy brown hair, cute round cheeks, lovely smile… those hidden freckles that you can hardly spot and only in certain screenshots but nevertheless they’re there to raise the cuteness factor… ALSO HIS LASHES. MAYBE IT’S NATURAL?? MAYBE IT’S MAYBELLINE?? WE SHALL NEVER KNOW

Here you may be able to spot the freckles if you squint hard enough. I have 77 screenshots but this is the best example I could find.

Secondly… well, he’s a sticc. A short sticc at that (though still slightly taller than me bc I’m smol), but a sticc regardless! And that seems to be the most attractive cartoon body type for me. Don’t judge me, I just have a thing for twinks, I’m… twinksexual or whatever.

Look at him! He would fit through my doorcrack.

(Maaaybe the reason for me liking sticcs so much is partially the fact that I like the idea of a boyfriend I can protect and support, physically and emotionally. I’m mad at the universe for not letting me scoop him up in my arms bridal style and smooch the HECK outta him.)

I’ve encountered a few posts that claimed he’s got cake but, come on. That concept has canonically been proven to be false, even by Lance. This man is flat and you can pry this opinion off my cold, dead hands.

Speaking of hands! I like his big ol hands. Nice shape. They look soft. I wanna hold them.

According to a DVD commentary, and the visual facts, he has no shoulders whatsoever. Back in Venice Killian was able to restrain him effortlessly with only one foot on his chest, even as he kept struggling ans squirming and generally put in as much effort as he possibly could. Before then, he claimed the database was the first thing he has ever caught in his life.

Conclusion, our boi’s very much NOT athletic. Which makes sense for a scientist, braining all day and stuff, and because he probably barely even eats, or sleeps which are by the way both pretty concerning implications but anyway.

STOP BEATING UP THIS POOR FRAGILE LAD FOR GOD’S SAKE. Makes me want to protect him even more. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but you get what I mean.

Now, on to the actual reason I’m so head over heels for him, a.k.a his personality.

He is one of the sweetest, kindest, purest boy characters I have ever seen in fiction, if not THE number one himself. (All my other cinnamon roll crushes are, or have been a villain at some point and WILL resort to violence if provoked.) Look at him, his pacifism… is unbreakable. He’s dead set on making the world a better place, by peaceful ways, and helping humanity. If that’s not a quality to be cherished then IDK what is.

And he’s just such a refreshing character. He likes pink, K-dramas, glitter, kittens, things that aren’t traditionally “masculine” (but is never made fun of those things in particular in the movie) and I love that. Nothing’s sexier than a man who’s, despite society’s shitty standards, openly and unashamedly himself!

His femininity is, if anything, just another turn-on. (This didn’t intend to sound sexual… but oh well.) I love his little hand gestures and mannerisms, dorky ramblings, the way he says “yep” popping the “p” at the end, all the small yet significant traits that were incorporated into his character. Bless you, SiD creators, bless you.

Have I said that he’s a genius?? Which is pretty obvious but c’mon, he graduated at 15!! He can modify human genes!! He successfully turned a man into a pigeon on the first try!! (The serum wasn’t the first prototype but we can assume he didn’t experiment on living humans with the previous ones.) And he’s still just 20!! Like what is that if not hella fucking impressive???!??

His inventions, to the untrained eye, may seem “stupid” or “childish” but alas! The observer couldn’t be more wrong! Because despite the odd designs and themes they’re all highly effective, as we have witnessed in the battle against Killian. And he is extremely creative for coming up with such ideas! Told you he’s brilliant!!

Which makes me all the sadder about how much they underappreciated him at the agency. In his words, nobody ever listened to him, or gave him a chance. They just left him and his “weird” ideas next to the men’s bathroom and called it a day. How could they be so blind? Didn’t they see the potential in his inventions? Oh well. Maybe I’m just being a smartass bc I have more knowledge, living outside that universe. But I’m totally right.

And I was honestly ready to throw hands with Lance for hurting the boi even further. (I’d stand no chance whatsoever, but still.)

Oh no baby please don’t cry.

He did cry in that scene though… you could see a tear rolling down his cheek and if it wasn’t for the machine beeping… He did have a pretty rough day afterall. But HEY, if we dwell on it too much the scene loses its comedic effect!! A guy gets sad over a stupid soap opera, har har har!! Now let’s move on, keep it fast and snappy for the kids, don’t let them overthink it!! Can’t have any emotional breakdowns onscreen. Keep it lighthearted y’know. Then let’s kill a random side character and have our dear protagonist almost die twice.

(Well jokes on you Blue Sky! I’m no kid, but a devoted fangirl who can and will overthink any material of my fictional faves at any given opportunity.)

You know what else I love about him though?? His love for animals!! And pigeons, especially Lovey!! He loves her so much, gives her gluten free breadcrumbs, nuzzles her, the first thing he does when he finds out Lance can talk to the pigeons is ask if she loves him too!! Like… That’s so pure and wholesome.

This here. THIS RIGHT HERE. BROTP forever.

(Not gonna lie, I used to be crazy for pigeons for like, an entire year or something. Not as in looking up all the facts there are about pigeons as I do nowadays with cartoons, but I’d feed them regularly and write my little observations on their behaviors. Did you know they sometimes scratch their neck with their leggies like dogs do?)

I think I’ve summed up mostly everything I love about this nerd. Oh wait, almost forgot the sass!! I love how sassy and smug he can be sometimes, in like, a really harmless way but it’s still a very nice characteristic.

Since I’ve ran out of coherent things to say, here’s an incomplete list of things I want to do to Walter Beckett. Put at the end of this post so those of you who were only here for the analysis part and not the selfshippy gushing don’t have to read further:

kiss he

like seriously

just kiss he a whole lot

cover his whole face in kisses

one kiss for each of his freckles. a finishing kiss onto the tip of his nose. then repeat the cycle

hug him. hug him like the world is ending. hug him so tight he can barely breathe

then ofc let go and apologize bc I would never hurt him on purpose

cuddle him

hold him close, let him lay his head on my chest

run my fingers through his hair

listen to his breathing

discover that he’s fallen asleep on me and smile fondly, then soon drift off to sleep myself so we can wake up entangled in eachother the next morning

fuck he

pin him to a wall and snog he

make him go cherry red

fluster he

compliment him. praise him. appreciate him. he’s a prince, a hero, an angel, a wonderful human being and he needs to know this

feed pigeons together

listen to his scientific ramblings and bird facts

write him love letters and give them to him. maybe read it aloud myself if I’m feeling brave so I can see his reaction in real time

serenade he

be the love of his life, and have him be mine

just… soft things, man

cook something for this malnourished sticc

make him small handmade gifts

they’re nothing like his gadgets but I tried

draw he

have him be my muse in general

not like he isn’t now but it would be lovely if he was real too

carry him bridal style

be the feral cryptid that lurks in his house when he isn’t around

sing along to cheesy pop-song together really badly

watch cheesy rom coms

flirt with eachother clumsily until we’re both laughing at our awkwardness

or, alternatively, shower him with compliments until he literally cannot handle it

have sleepovers together

give him hand kisses

be of emotional support

#picpost #fangirl #walter beckett #F/O #didn't plan to make an entire essay #though on the other hand I exactly knew this would happen

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