#like 'i think im gonna figure out how to just hang out on the roof' yeah said everyone playing any open world game ever

[vitamin-zeeth]

Matt is so correct Colin is just the player character in the Calorum video game. He doesn't know what he's fucking doing and literally just latched onto the first guy who gave him a Quest and has not left him for 2 years. He looks exactly like every Skyrim/Assassin's Creed/other similar game player character. I can just imagine him going around pressing X to interact

[bigsunflowergang]

Good plan, wrong people (E1610)

*all my posts are x black! reader*

summary: miles wants his girlfriend to meet his friend… but it doesn’t go well at all

Miles wasn’t stupid. Far from it quite frankly. But as he sat and watched everything unfold that night, he couldn’t help but think.

“i’m so fucking stupid” he sighed, facepalming himself before trying to stop the fight.

But let’s start from earlier.

“I just think you two should meet, it'll be cool to hang out with my girlfriend and one of my close friends together" Miles shrugged, looking at [name] with hope in his eyes.

"fine Miles. ill meet your friend" she chuckled, watching as Miles's eyes gleamed.

"great! she should be here soon" he smiled, making her raise an eyebrow.

"hmm, okay. lemme go get my phone" she said, making Miles nod as he turned the TV back up.

[name] went into Miles's room, humming before coming to a complete stop.

who in the fuck is this? she asked herself in her head.

"um, hey... are you Miles's friend?"

the girl in front of her nodded, not paying much mind to her.

"cool.. I'm [name], Miles's girlfriend" she smiled, trying to play nice for her boyfriend's sake.

silence.

"mm.. aight. MILES YOUR FRIEND HERE" [name] said after realizing she wasn't gonna get anything out of the girl.

Miles appeared in the doorway, his eyes wide.

"hu- oh hey Gwen" he said, nervously as his eyes shifted between Gwen and [name].

"uh this is-"

"I already told her who I was," she started, before turning to Gwen. "Just got a bunch of crickets when I did though," she mumbled, eyeing Gwen up and down before looking back at Miles.

"you changed your room around? it wasn't like this the last time I was here" Gwen said to Miles, ignoring the slight glare she was getting.

"the last time you was here-?" [name] voiced, now shifting her gaze to Miles who swallowed thickly.

"let's-let's go to the roof. mami might be home soon" he mumbled.

[name] chuckled dryly, walking out the door and up to the roof.

"mi amor!" miles called, making her turn around and wait for him to catch up.

"what?"

"just let me explain-"

"explain what?" she asked, making him shut up.

she turned back around, opening the door to the roof.

she walked to the railing, picking up the noise of 2 pairs of feet following her.

she leaned on it, looking out into the city as Miles and Gwen approached.

"remember when we sat on the Empire State Building and watched the sunset?" Gwen asked Miles, making [name]'s head snap over to them.

Miles's eyes widened and his eyebrows furrowed at Gwen.

"uh- I- um.. yeah?" he said, more like a question than an answer.

she smiled at him as he made eye contact with [name].

he could see she was on the verge of blanking, so he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"im trying for you, Miles. I really am. but now im finding out you're a sneaky ass nigga and Ian too much going for it" she said bluntly, pushing his arm from around her.

"is he sneaky or do you just not pay attention-"

"bitch Ian ask you. you ain't wanna talk the whole time you been here, don't start now" [name] interrupted, making Gwen scoff.

3

"ma, chill" Miles sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

2

"shut up, Miles"

"you're talking to him like that?" Gwen asked, scrunching her face up.

"why you worried bout how I'm talking to my boyfriend?" [name] asked, leaning up off the rail.

"talking like that, maybe you don't need a boyfriend"

1

SMACK!

Miles stood totally frozen as Gwen's cheek reddened from the impact of the backhand.

"ion know where you from, shorty, but we don't take rudeness too lightly over here" [name] said, glaring at her.

Gwen stood totally in shock before attempting to punch her.

damn, how tragic.

[name] weaved before throwing a 2 piece, hitting Gwen in her nose and her other cheek.

and it just went up from there.

Gwen wailing "get off of me! Miles! get her off of me!"

Miles panicking, trying to figure out a way to get [name] off of Gwen.

[name] relentlessly punching the shit out of Gwen yelling, "talk shit now bitch! talk shit now!"

“i’m so fucking stupid” Miles sighed, facepalming himself before trying to stop the fight.

he tried to just grab [name], which ended with him getting hit in the chest on accident.

he finally came to his senses, webbed her before pulling her to him and bear hugging her so she couldn't get back to Gwen.

"get the fuck off me Miles! you let her do all that talking and shit now wann-"

"[name! chill!" he huffed, tightening his arms around her.

Gwen got up, tears in her eyes as she held her face.

"go tell your people how they spiderwoman got beat the fuck up!" [name] spat, glaring at Gwen with the most anger.

the only things you could hear then were Gwen walking away and [name]'s heavy breathing.

once Gwen got out of sight, he let her go.

"really? really?" he asked, frustrated.

he really wanted this to work.

"really? you're mad at me when im the one finding out my nigga going behind my back letting bitches in his room and watching sunsets n shit?" she asked, looking at him like he was dumb.

"look, I know, im wrong ma. but I really wanted y'all to get along so Ian have to like..." he trailed off, making her eyebrow raise.

"what? so you gotta keep lying to me? going behind my back?" she asked, sticking her neck out.

he groaned, throwing his head back.

"lo siento, mami. but she was dragging it. she just came in my room like once for a brief time because we had a mission" he defended himself, dragging her to him by her waist.

"you still took her to see the sunset" she said, attempting to move his hands but he only gripped her tighter.

"nothing like that, babe. just having a talk before she went back home" he said, making her hum.

"mhm, I hear you"

he rolled his eyes, playfully.

"you know I wouldn't do you bad, stop tripping" he chuckled, making her smile softly.

~

"she's fucking rude!" [name] began explaining to Miles as they laid in his bed.

"I walked in and I asked her are you miles friend? crickets, but she nodded her head. then I introduced myself, crickets. she aint even acknowledge me" she huffed, making Miles shake his head.

"im sorry, ma" he sighed, rubbing her back up and down as she laid on his chest.

"its okay, baby. im sorry for putting you in that situation on the roof," she sighed. "I really did try, I promise."

"don't worry bout it, its all good" he smiled at her, making her smile and give him a thumbs up.

The end.

{a/n: hey! first post lol! also, I don't use much Spanish for E1610 Miles because he doesn't use much of it in the movies plus it's my sense of contrast with him and E42 Miles (who has more of a Spanish influence from only having his mom). but thanks for reading, hope you all enjoy!}

[butchviking]

prime numbers

thats a lot of fucking questions anon jesus christ

2. what would you name your future kids?

answered

5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?

this photo of ray toro it's my emergency ray and even when literally suicidal it has never filed to rouse a smile out of me

7. what was your life like last year?

amazing. last year was the best year of my life so far. i did so much cool shit i never imagined i would do i felt so free and full of life i felt like the whole world was at my fingertips

11. are you listening to music right now?

yes! this morning we're doing please catch for us the foxes mewithoutyou. i'm on tie me up! untie me! rn on my second repeat of the album. thinking about maybe throwing in an rtl or even a bullets after this playthru tho 🤔

13. how do you feel right now?

pretty good! well mostly neutral i suppose but i'm up early for work i'm already showered i don't have much to do and i've still got over an hour before i gotta go so this is a rare W for me im pleased w myself. i'm usually always up late and in a mad rush

17. opinion on insecurities.

bizarre question. um they're not good and when they're overwhelming in someone they're off-putting but we all have them and i am in many ways a simpering wad of insecurity so im hardly gonna throw stones about it. i think what is very frustrating tho is when ppl can't admit to them.

19. have you ever been to New York?

nope!

23. fear(s)

needles, unexpected spiders

29. favourite film(s)

the crow!!!

31. 3 random facts

about me or in general? umm 1. you can dissolve ping-pong balls in acetone to make a very strong glue 2. im allergic to the cold but no-one ever believes me until they see it for themselves because that sounds absolutely ridiculous 3. many viking houses were built in the shape of an inverted ship, with curved roofs and sometimes curved walls.

37. favourite actor/actress

huh. i don't think i really have one. i mean i have actors and actresses who are in things i like and who i think are good but i don't think i could point to one as a favourite. maybe david tennant but that's just sort of because he's everywhere in everything and he was(/is) doctor who

41. relationship status

single who want me

43. favourite song ever

no. we're not doing that. that doesn't exist

47. turn ons

um. nothing good. well, love. but mostly mean weird stuff. shhhhhh its fine im normal i am normal

53. 5 things that make me happy

music/concerts/moshpits

images of whoever my latest Guy (gender-neutral) is

exactly 3 glasses of wine. no more no less

talking 2 friends hanging out with friends having positive social interaction

the sense of achievement when i actually get some shit done i needed to do

59. why i joined tumblr

when i was 14 all my friends were into the whole Tumblr Aesthetic and kept referring to ppls outfits as 'so tumblr' and i wanted 2 figure out what that meant. i bet they're all long gone i bet they don't even think about this website anymore

[tratserenoyreve]

got xiao to level 70 but i have zero artifacts ready for him so he gets to use my Raw Damage set temporarily

in the meantime, while i continue to simmer with a low fever as a human soup, gonna ramble about differences in the dubs for him and other miscellany related to xiao

it's easy to joke that xiao is the emo edgy character. if you're used to using just the english dub, he definitely comes across as more rough around the edges, a bit more rude and blunt. like he's on the brink of losing it (which he kind of is but english xiao is more in the grrr snarl bark bark way compared to the others.)

but, in the other dubs he comes across as like. fairly reserved and chill. he, with complete coolheadedness and confidence, asserts that he will commit murder for the traveler should they ever find themself unable to go through with it. cuz that has been his job for over two thousand years. he's the guardian yaksha, conquerer of demons, vigilant protector of liyue and its people.

and like in any version his character is in an active struggle with managing overwhelming karma-induced chronic pain and trying not to succumb to centuries of accumulated Nightmare Fuel that is building up in his body, so it's interesting to see the contrast in the dubs on how the voice actors represent that.

funnily it reminds me of like. noctis in ff15, where his character feels different in english versus japanese. some of it is probably cultural context, for some reason english localization tends to think cool = rude. in the japanese translation noctis is more clearly a shy and reserved person who has difficulty with dealing with people thanks to how limited he was in his childhood. in english, they kind of make him seem more airheaded instead. (never gonna forgive the choice to not have english noctis tell his bros he loves them at the end of the game, in the japanese dub he tells them he loves them!)

anyways, in xiao's case the english localization seems to have him lean more into the like. barely restrained vessel of destruction angle, he sounds angrier than he probably is. from what i can understand of other dubs, he's more like a war veteran who is explaining things how he understands it. he exists to destroy, if the traveler summons him he has a hard time understanding that they would just want to hang out with him or ask him about his likes and dislikes. it makes zero sense to him and he will say as much.

with the recent archon quest, we also get to see how xiao is kind of an exception even from his fellow yaksha. while it hasn't been elaborated on much yet, this makes sense because of the yaksha we know only xiao was stated to have been in the servitude of another god before morax contracted them. and that period of xiao's life was very traumatic, leading to him internalizing the idea that he exists only to act as a tool.

which makes it bittersweet to know that the other yakshas saw him as a beloved brother, that zhongli acts as a father figure to him, and that the people at wangshu inn talk about this semi-immortal enlightened beast as though he were an adopted son, a "young gentleman" who likes a specific sweet and deserves some peace and quiet on the roof.

im interested in seeing how the origins of the yakshas is going to be explored more, seeing as they originate from sumeru. xiao's karmic debt being alleviated by the traveler's presence is also a nifty detail, the game reaffirming that aether and lumine can passively purify corruption and the like just by being around and that karma behaves similarly.

now, i gotta hope i get a goddamn anemo goblet for xiao.

[eggs-can-draw]

komaeda anon: sorry im giving you more kokichi-komaeda stuff but sogoslhkskv why do i feel like the kids go to komaeda when they want to do smth fun but would potentially get them yelled at bby their parents

which is both sweet n cute until they come to komaeda on a day that he knows is gonna be filled with bad luck and gets really paranoid and more overprotective than any of their parents or at least really spirals

headcanon the kids now understand his luck cycle more than the other's bc they didnt want that to happen again and learn a weird version of safe words where they silently ask their uncle babysitter if its safe or not safe today

"are you feeling lucky today?" "aha, yeah, a bit" "really what happened?" "(if komaeda laughs at the start, he thinks its good luck)" / "(if komaeda laughs at the end, usually self deprecatingly its bad luck)"

most of these tells were noticed by shuichi and kokichi working together since they usually hang around him the longest

Dont apologize! My askbox is open for a reason :) Komaeda is definitely the guy to let the kids get away with ANYTHING as long as theyre still alive and not seriously injured it's fine in his book (his standards are so so so skewed) The kids figuring it out without him actually explaining it kinda makes sense? Kids are smarter than we give them credit! They're observant as hell and can put puzzle pieces together, they've just also got imaginations and not a ton of knowledge on the world yknow? This is my elaborate reasoning in that they know exactly how it works but are entirely convinced that an evil witch (Junko) cursed him and he must now deal with the consequences. They have like hand signals and stuff for when he's having a bad day or smth. Rantaro and Kokichi go to ask if they can go sledding off the roof of the restaurant and have these crazy elaborate hand signals to inform the kids patiently waiting out the window that "WE CANT HIS CURSE IS EXTRA STRONG TODAY"

[dinolikes]

ACCIDENTALLY INTRODUCING DENKI AS YOUR FRIEND

pairings ❤︎ denki kaminari x reader

summery ❤︎ you got caught up with some old classmates, you accidentally introduce your new boyfriend as his old title -one that he was very excited to shed

content warnings ❤︎ cursing

a/n ❤︎ hi im so sorry for the absence! a close family member died and in my recovery i got really behind on school work and i needed to prioritize that first. ive been trying to balance work, schooling, a social life and writing and im still trying to figure out how but im gonna try to write more!

you and denki had just sealed the deal, him practically ready to scream it off the roof top whereas you opted to go on your first outing as a couple.

it was so sweet that it made anyone who looked at you sick, denki cuddling you any chance he got and even initiating a make out session that only got stopped due to the batista handing you guys your drinks.

you blushed as denki paid for you both, you momentarily distracted by having to wipe the saliva from your mouth.

you both quickly left the shop, before bursting out laughing.

"you asshole! everyone probably thought we were sex craved teenagers!" you leaned against denki as he smiled down at you.

"speak for yourself but-"

you silenced him with a finger, "don't finish that."

you both looked at eachother for a moment, bathing in the moment.

"y/n!" you and denki jumped apart as your name was called.

two of your old classmates run up to you, out of breathe, "momoko! yuri! how are you?"

"we're good!" momoko chirps

"we haven't seen you since middle school!" yuri laughs.

"oh sorry!" you remembered you needed to do introductions, "denki these are my old classmates, momoko and yuri," you gesture to them respectively, "and this is my friend, denki!"

you continue chatting with them as denki froze. had he heard you correctly?

i mean he couldn't have, right? you called him your friend.

he confessed right? he had too, you've been all over eachother this entire day, which to be fair wasn't a durastic change from your guys usual behavior but you guys kissed! that wasn't something you guys did!

maybe he confessed wrong? did you think it was a friends with benefits thing?

i mean denki didn't totally hate the idea of that but he wanted to go on dates! he wanted to be your boyfriend and cuddle you after those benefits!

you had finally finished catching up with your old friends, waving goodbye to them as you turned back to denki.

"as much as i liked hanging out with them i forgot how draining they were. i like hanging out with you though, im always comfortable," you smiled up at him, that going unnoticed by denki.

comfortable? he didnt feel comfortable around you he felt like his heart was gonna explode from happiness! oh god what if he really was misinterpreting this.

"denki?" he snapped out of his thoughts and looked at your concerned face, "are you ok?"

"are we dating?" denki blurted, anxiously awaiting your response.

you gave a confused chuckle, "yeah? i mean i thought when you screamed your confession at me and i kissed you there was an unspoken thing there,"

denki visibly relaxed before tensing again, you guys were dating but why didn't you introduce him as your boyfriend?

the next question came out a bit more hesitantly, "are you- are you ashamed of me?"

instantly your face morphed into one of concern as you grabbed his face in your hands, "oh god no! denki why would you ever think that?"

denki's face turned a subtle pink, "it's just you introduced me as your friend so i thought..." he mumbled.

instantly you were filled with guilt, "holy shit denki im so sorry! i wasn't thinking and up until now i always introduced you as my friend! and as much as i love you im not used to it so it just kinda slipped out!" as you rambled denki felt like he was slowly rising on the top of the world, you loved him?

"i really really like you trust me! i swear i wasn't thinking when i said it bu-" you were cut off as denki lightly pecked your lips.

you froze for a second before pushing your lips against his, this time harsher, once again making out in public.

[azucanela]

HI CAN I REQUEST?!? How would Keigo, Bakugou and Shinsou react to their s/o wearing a really low cut shirt, one that shows a lot of cleavage and they don’t seem to have any idea what they’re doing- like they aren’t trying to get they’re attention they just happen to be wearing it. And they like bend down next to them to tell them something.(i feel like this can be partially serious nsfw and partially major crack. 😂) thank you.

REACTING TO S/O WEARING A LOW CUT SHIRT HEADCANNONS + SCENARIOS

[FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI, KEIGO TAKAMI, SHINSOU HITOSHI]

SUMMARY: Y/N honestly didn’t think her shirt was anything special until...

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

WARNINGS: mildly suggestive content, innuendos, kissing, 

A/N: THIS REMINDS ME OF THE TIK TOK AUDIO THING SKLHDJKAH I CAN’T EXPLAIN IT 

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

HEADCANNONS

will not admit it but he is appreciating everything he can see

katuski doesn’t seem like the type to drink respect women juice but he does, he drinks too much, thats why he DESTROYED uraraka in the sports festival, katsuki thinks everyone should get destroyed equally

if anyone at any point decides to point out that he is staring, katsuki is gonna commit death and will not look at you for the rest of the day, like he is avoiding you and your gaze no matter what

katsuki is definitely going to be watching everyone else, and one wrong move means he’s gonna blast them to bits sjahjkahdjk, like oh hey mineta? you spent to long even glancing in my s/o’s direction so TIME TO DIE EXTRA

if you guys are out in public and other guys are looking at you then the PDA shoots through the ROOF, Katsuki has his hands all over you and you don’t mind this is abnormal behavior um??

definitely glaring at anyone who looks your way, especially since you aren’t noticing all the attention your lovely outfit is garnering

will compliment you but is shy about it

“you look... nice.”

“thanks katsuki.”

intense blushing from him but he WILL deny it

if you bend down in front of him and give him a CLOSE UP he is going to die on the inside, externally he is going to seem mostly composed, there’ll be a lil blush on his cheeks and he’s gonna try to avert his eyes very quick peak 

very quick

would never admit it happened but you’ll know because he’s gonna try and drag you away somewhere more private because it is unfair how flustered you are making him what the hell

then y’all,,,

ahsbdhjhksjdhakjs

you should wear that shirt more often tho like 👀

SCENARIO

Most of the time when Katsuki said he hated Y/N, he didn’t really mean it. In reality, she was one of few people he tolerated, and part of an even smaller group of people that he respected in their school. Also, he may or may not have been in love with her and dating her. 

Not that he would admit that, yet.

Watching Y/N enter the room, in a low cut top, revealing far too much, Katsuki realized he hated this woman. His eyes following her figure as she made her way into the common room kitchen, Katsuki could practically feel Kirishima smirk, “what’cha looking at Bakubro?”

“Shut up.” He grumbled in response, tearing his eyes away from Y/N, who had begun to speak with that dumb Deku. Katsuki couldn’t help the jealousy that flooded his veins at the sight, he shifted in his seat uncomfortably as he attempted to keep his attention focused on the show Kirishima had selected.

In the corner of his eye, Katsuki could see that stupid Grape heading in Y/N’s direction. “Hey! Grape.” He called out, voice low. Mineta froze at his words, eyes widening in fear as he slowly turned to meet Katsuki’s piercing glare. “What did I tell you?”

It was common knowledge at this point, messing with Y/N L/N meant messing with Bakugou Katsuki, and only an idiot would do that. Katsuki had made it especially clear to Mineta that you— along with all the other girls in their class, though he’d never admit it— were strictly off limits, unless Mineta wanted to die a long and painful death at his hands.

Y/N seemed blissfully unaware of the fact that Katuski despises the lovely top she dons as she makes her way over to his spot on the couch, and the eyes on you that don’t belong to him. It seemed you hadn’t just caught his attention today. “Hey, Katsuki.” He’s about to say something in reply when Y/N rests her hands on his knees, leaning down to continue. “I was thinking we could go out today,” Y/N keeps talking, about the possible areas to visit, but Katsuki isn’t listening at this point. 

Her upper body is dangerously visible and close to him, and Katsuki is doing his best to avoid staring but Y/N seems to be making that very difficult as she speaks. He’s forced to resort in looking away from her entirely, only to see Kirishima’s smug grin as he snickers alongside Mina.

This is why Katsuki grabs one of Y/N’s hands off his knee as he practically shoots up from his spot on the couch, “yeah. Let’s go now.”

Her brows furrow, but upon seeing the reddening face of Bakugou Katsuki, and Y/N agrees despite her own confusion, “sure, you have somewhere in mind?”

“Yeah, I have something in mind.”

Somewhere was his room, something was Y/N pressed up against the door. Her arms had wrapped around his neck, and she broke away from the kiss he’d initiated to speak, “what’s up with you?” There’s a grin on her face as his own begins to flush once more.

“Your stupid shirt.”

“What did my shirt do?”

“EVERYTHING.”

KEIGO TAKAMI | PRO HERO HAWKS

HEADCANNONS

blatantly checking you out, he has ZERO SHAME, keigo wants you to know that he finds you VERY ATTRACTIVE 

“you look so good today babe. i love the outfit.”

always been very big on PDA though his agency and publicist do not approve, during dates he’s less touchy than he wants to be but seeing you in that top he is now 100% with PDA

if anyone hits on you or anything i feel like he’s the type to be a lil possessive because bird instincts, and he will have no shame just making out with you and feeling you up right there in front of anybody who flirts with you, much to everyone’s dismay

if someone points out his blatant stares he gonna be proud of it and be like yeah im looking

there is no blushing, there is no being flustered, yes he is going to be a little caught off guard that you are wearing that type of shirt, but aside from that he is going to enjoy it while it lasts

very much appreciates this opportunity like the perv he is

will wanna find somewhere provide just to have a little bit of fun, because he’s,,, hawks. you can’t tell me he isn’t gonna wanna make out with you or 👀 👀 👀

def most likely to have this happen with, purely because he knows it could be embarrassing for you if he just started making out with you in public, because at this point, keigo does not care

keigo simps and he has ZERO shame, definitely the most perverted, you cannot change my mind

SCENARIO

For once in his career, Keigo had managed to earn a day off, and he didn’t know anyone better to spend it with than his lovely girlfriend, Y/N L/N. Of course, he never expected her to arrive to their little hangout in such a wonderful outfit.

Keigo could not deny that he was appreciating everything. His eyes were wandering over her upper body, brow raised as she approached him, waving. “Hey, Takami!” She greeted, beaming at him.

“Hey, babe.” Comes his response, bringing a hand to her hip to pull her closer, Keigo brought his other hand to her cheek and pressed a kiss to her lips. “You look nice today.” He mumbled when they pulled apart, his eyes trailing over her figure once more, Keigo’s hand remained at her side as he pulled her through the streets. 

“You’re very touchy today.” Y/N pointed out, though she brought her hand over his nonetheless, leaning into his touch as they made their way through the crowd. 

He could feel the stares on the both of them, and he wasn’t necessarily sure if that was because two Pro Heroes were casually walking through the street, or if Y/N’s outfit was bringing in more attention than she’d expected. Regardless, Keigo didn’t like it. “What can I say, I wanna touch my amazingly attractive girlfriend.”

Y/N swats at his chest playfully as he brings her to an empty table in the food court, eyes scanning the area for something that sold chicken nuggets, that he happened to love. Though Y/N made fun of him for it frequently, referring to him as a cannibal, much to his dismay.

“Well, your amazingly attractive girlfriend,” Y/N pushed him down into the seat at the table, hands remaining on his shoulders as she spoke to him, and effectively giving Keigo quite the... view. “Is going to go get some chicken nuggets, do you want a drink?” 

Wow, she’s perfect.

Keigo finds himself nodding absently, distracted by the sight before him as he forces his eyes to return to her face, which dawns a confused look, “yes please, babe.” He sits back in his seat, offering her a smirk. 

“You’re so weird.”

“And you are so perfect.”

“Shut up.”

SHINSOU HITOSHI

HEADCANNONS

a respectful boy

does not look if he can avoid it, and if he does look, he is looking respectfully because shinsou drinks respect women juice

definitely the MOST flustered and cannot hide it because wow you look so good and you are his s/o, and oh-

“how do i look toshi?”

“uh,,, good. yeah you look really pretty today- not that you don’t look pretty everyday its just-”

not very big on PDA, does basic stuff like hand holding and will on occasion, kiss you, that’s probably not gonna change

if he gets jealous of all the people checking you out, he’s not gonna say anything, he’s just gonna hope you don’t dump him to go hang out with one them akshdkjashdjksa

gets insecure because this is a reminder of how amazing his lovely s/o is and wow you are just really hot and why are you dating him again? he doesn’t know, he’s gonna need a reminder

if anyone points out the fact that he’s staring at you he might cry kajshdjkahsdkj he’s definitely gonna be embarrassed and start blushing IMMENSELY it’ll be hilarious ngl

not the type to be possessive or jealous or anything

if you two somehow end up somewhere private then he probably will wanna make out with you but he’ll ask politely if he can kiss you and then things will escalate from there

overall a very respectful boy and will not look unless its an accident or explicitly given permission because he is also a very awkward boy please help him

you literally break shinsou with this outfit like he is flabbergasted shocked and simping for YOU

SCENARIO

When Shinsou heard the knock on his door, he already knew who it was. He and his lovely girlfriend, Y/N L/N had agreed to go out together today, and she was meeting him at his dorm. 

“Come in.” He called out, leaning down to tie his shoes. 

Shinsou heard the door open, and a smile found its way onto his face as Y/N greeted him, “hi Hitoshi!” Moving up to look at her from his seat on his bed, Shinsou is greeted by a shirt he has never seen before.

Oh no.

His cheeks flush as he averts his eyes, “hey kitten.” Shinsou clears his throat, straightening in his seat on the bed, “you ready to go.” 

Y/N is grinning at him as she brings her hands to his shoulders and presses a kiss to his cheek, “definitely.” This position was not helping him focus on the task at hand.

Shinsou nods slowly, blinking a few times as he focuses his gaze on her face, earning him a raised brow, “right, let’s go.” He moves to sit up, just for Y/N to press him back down onto the bed by his shoulders.

“What’s up with you?”

He falters, mouth opening and closing for a moment as he struggles to find an excuse, “you look really nice today.” Is what he manages to come up with, though the look on Y/N’s face only brings more panic as he continues, “not that you don’t look nice everyday it’s just that uh-” Shinsou makes an odd hand gesture, contemplating ramming his head into the wall as he finally makes eye contact with his very amused girlfriend. 

“What makes you say that, baby?” She asks, tilting her head at him as her hands remain firmly planted on his shoulders.

Shinsou finds it hard not to cover his face with his hands as he replies, “your shirt.”

Y/N’s brows furrow, looking down at her shirt as though she’d forgotten what she’d worn that day, only for her face to morph into one of realization as her mouth forms an ‘o’ shape. This soon becomes laughter as she looks to Shinsou, “I never expected that from you Hitoshi.”

“I-I’m sorry?!”

Y/N is laughing even more at his words, a small smile on her face as she brings her hands to his face to bring him into a kiss. Shinsou melts into this kiss, hands coming to her waist. 

“I honestly can’t believe you actually-”

“I’m going to leave if you don’t shut up.”

“Sure you will.” 

A/N: why was writing this so hard AND I MADE A GRILLED CHEESE FOR THE FIRST TIME I FEEL SO SUCCESSFUL

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[whorefordazai]

hi hi its me!! im just feeling really bad and holding my tears rn. can i get anything with aku/chuu/dazai, whoever u deem more fit! they are my comfort bbys. running away from home, even if its just for a night,maybe going to some rooftop or a drive at night. my situation at home isnt the best and i feel rly caged and anxious bc i don't have friends to go out with when my situation gets overwhelming so i just break down in my room haha. anyways, i hope this is good enough? just some comfort or validating words!! sending hugs to u rai, ilysm. thank u for doing this its basically therapy for me ajsbdhd ❤️🌷

I hope things get better for you bestie, love you <33

“Till forever falls apart”

ft. dazai x gn! reader

genre: fluff, comfort

wc: 1.5k (I think🥲)

synopsis: running away from home with dazai yup yup !! simply a big fat cliche but it’s my guilty pleasure of fluff 🌝 includes a lot of kisses, hand holding, and comfort 🧍‍♂️

Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick the fucking tock.

The clock made no noise, but you imagined it did. After all, that was what usually happened when one planned to sneak out during ungodly hours of the night. Looking at the time, it read 3:54 am.

You couldn’t stay here for one more second.

Swiftly, yet quietly lifting off the covers from your body, you got up from bed, and made your way to the window. It wasn’t sunrise yet. The sky was still dark, the streets peacefully quiet. The street lamp flickered, the airy fog was light against the ground.

It was perfect.

It wasn’t perfectly planned—but knowing Dazai, it wouldn’t go completely wrong. Feeling suffocated and unable to stay home, you had spontaneously called him two hours prior, around 2 am. His disoriented sleepy voice had picked up the call.

“...Hm? Babe? What time is it...” Dazai’s delicate husky voice spoke through the phone.

You could almost imagine him letting out a yawn and stretching out in his futon, brown curls resting against his face, his eyes tearing up from the yawn. You mentally cursed yourself when a smile appeared on your lips from hearing the mere sound of his voice.

You cleared your throat. “Yeah, it’s 2 am. Listen I...” your words stopped before you could continue. You gulped. Would he even be up for this? Would he be up for running away?

Dazai seemed to notice your voice falter. He spoke more hushed this time. “Are you okay? Are you safe? Do you need me to get you?”

You stayed silent for a few seconds before exhaling.

“No...well, yes but no. And...no you don’t need to come get me. I just wanted to hear your voice, Osamu. Thanks—you can go back to sleep now.”

You bit your lip, your finger hovered over the hang up button.

“ADADADA WAIT!—“

You raised an eyebrow. Dazai’s voice now spoke louder, as if his tone was full of mischief. “Huh?”

“Darling, I wasn’t sleeping anyway. In what universe would Dazai Osamu be sleeping at 2 am? C’mon sweetheart—you know me better than that.” He chuckled.

Your breathe hitched for a second—and then you laughed. It was a quiet airy laugh. He’s right...what was I so worried about?

“Okay then,” you giggled, voice laced with a plan.

“What do say about running away with me at 4 am?”

“Why that is...MARVELOUS!! Running away is what I do best!”

You laughed again, still managing to keep a hushed voice. “Alright—then come pick me up at 4 am will you? 4 am sharp.”

“You got it, babe.” You could almost picture his devilish smirk and golden brown eyes glinting with mischief.

The clock now read 4:01 am. Dazai was definitely here.

You gulped as you opened the window in your room, careful not to make even the tiniest noise.

And there he was.

It was barely noticeable, but you could see Dazai’s figure between the dark shadows in the car. As you both made eye contact, a smile appeared on your lips.

Just to be cheesy, you blew him a kiss, and he dramatically caught—pressing his fingers to his lips.

Getting out of the window was the easy part—actually leaving without anyone noticing was going to be difficult. It would’ve been even more difficult if Dazai wasn’t here to help you.

“Hi.” You smiled, sitting down on the passenger seat next to him.

“Hi.” He smiled back. The two of you looked at each other for a few seconds, before Dazai moved closer and put a hand on your cheek, immediately locking lips with you.

Hands immediately wrapping around his neck, you smiled into the kiss. The butterflies in your stomach exploded when his hand wrapped around your waist, squeezing your hip. When his tongue brushed against your bottom lip, you breathlessly chuckled and pulled back.

“Hurry, let’s get out of here! We can continue this later~” You scratched the back of your neck, cheeks flushed pink.

“Off we go then!” He smirked, eyes looking forward and hands shifting the car gear.

And you were off.

Probably driving around seventy miles per hour, Dazai rolled down the windows and turned on the radio for some music. You grinned, hearing the sound of the breeze down the music.

“This is—why didn’t we do this sooner!?” You laughed, feeling the wind flush against your face. You looked over to Dazai, who had an equally huge smile on his face, his brown curls being swept back by the wind.

“Y/n—we’re about to drive through a tunnel. Peek your head out the car roof! I swear, it’ll feel amazing!” Dazai beamed, sliding open the car roof so that you would be ready.

“Huh?! Are you sure—”

“I’m very fucking sure!!” He laughed.

“OH—okay then!” A smirk appeared on your lips as you stood up and peaked out half your body through the roof.

It was fucking amazing.

The tunnel was brightly lit with yellow lights, the wind was blowing through your hair. In that moment...hell, you couldn’t even explain how you were feeling in this moment.

As the car stopped on a red light, you sat back down in your seat and closed the car roof. Dazai smirked. “That was cool, right?”

“Very fucking cool. Although, next time I’d like to do in your arms.” You smiled. He raised his eyebrows, and grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles.

A sudden chill went through your body as the wind blew colder. You shivered, rubbing your arms up and down. You chuckled to yourself. I must’ve forgotten to grab a hoodie in all this rush…

“Here, put this on.” Dazai chuckled, leaning to the back seat and grabbing a black hoodie. You eyed him carefully, grabbing the hoodie he was handing to you.

Putting it on, you immediately felt a sense of warmth envelope your skin. Shivering once again, you hugged yourself. It smelled exactly like him.

“Thanks, Osamu…” you softly smiled. He glanced your way for a few seconds before nodding. “No problemo!”

“...No, seriously.” You lightly scoffed with a small smile on your face. You put your hand on his.

“Without you...I would’ve still been stuck there. You have no idea how much you’ve helped….”

Your words were stopped when you felt Dazai grab your hand and intertwine your fingers. He turned his head towards you, a smile on his lips. “I know...call me anytime, okay? I wanna see you all the time.”

You pressed a quick kiss on his lips, sitting back in your seat. Your eyes were practically lit up as you rubbed small circles on Dazai’s knuckles.

You felt simply...the only word to describe it was euphoric. The rush in your bones. It was so fucking cliche, running away with your boyfriend at 4 am.

It was so perfectly cliche that you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself.

“We’re here,” Dazai’s voice sang as he slowed down the car to a complete stop. You looked ahead—it was fairly dark, only a few street laps illuminating the building in front of you.

“An abandoned building…?” Your mouth opened, eyes a little wide.

“Yup! Now come on….” Dazai smiled, pulling your hood over your head and squeezing your face. He moved closer and pressed several kisses on your cheeks, nose, and forehead. Practically anywhere he could get access too.

“H-hey! that’s—a lot—of—kisses!!” You managed to say between breaths as he continued to kiss your lips every time you began to talk. Both his hands were squeezing your cheeks like a baby.

He suddenly laughed, the soft grip on your cheeks now turning into a caress. Dazai’s thumb rubbed soft circles against your cheek. He seemed to quiet down, but he was now staring into your eyes

“Uh...are we gonna go inside or…?” You raised an eyebrow, gently tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear. It was soft, just like how you remembered it to be.

“Yeah...let’s go.” He smirked, hands leaving your face and opening his own door to get out of the car. You got out a second after him, feet hitting the soft dirt.

Dazai suddenly clasped your hand in his, pulling you with him as he dashed to the entrance. Your eyes flew open. “W-wait! Dazai, you seem really excited—“

“No time to speak, darling—were on the move!!” He laughed, pulling the both of you up endless stairs. You felt an enabling rush as Dazai ran ahead of you, hands held together. The buzz in your body, the euphoric smile that never left your lips.

“We’re here,” Dazai gasped out, coming to a halt. The breeze gently blew across the huge clearing. You rested your hands on your knees for a second, just to catch your breath.

“We’re...on the roof…?” You bit your lip, suppressing the huge idiotic smile that was about to make its way onto your face. Dazai nodded, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“This is...beautiful.” The roof was dark, it was ghostly quiet. You could only see the city lights from across the railing. Dazai walked to the edge, hand still intertwined with yours.

He leaned against the metal bar, hands gripping the pole with a huge smile on his lips.

God, he looked so beautiful. His brown hair was gently flowing against the breeze, the bridge of his nose seemed to perfectly shape the rest of his face. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you smiled.

“You’re not gonna ask me to jump off the roof with you, hm?” You whispered as a joke. He glanced at you for half a second before wrapping his whole arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest.

“No...not today, darling.”

His eyes seemed glassy, but somehow the clearest you’d ever seen. You blinked a couple times, before finally settling your face back into his shoulder.

“You know,” he mumbled into your hair. “I look at you in a way I thought I could never look at someone.”

You stayed silent, both your hearts beating. He continued.

“I look at you, with love in my eyes. Love I didn’t know was in me...love I didn’t know I was capable of feeling.” He licked his lips with half lidded eyes. “I look at you with the love I thought I had lost.”

You buried your face deeper into his chest. “I love you so much, Dazai.” You whispered. He kissed the top of your head, humming in response.

“I wanna stay like this forever.” You mumbled, eyes suddenly becoming foggy, remembering you had no one back home.

“I know.” He softly whispered, kissing the top of your head.

“I wanna stay with you forever.”

“I know.”

“Just with you, Dazai. No one else.”

“I know.”

“But we can’t...it won’t last forever.”

“...I know.”

He suddenly wrapped his arms around your whole body, hugging you as if you were going to disappear. One of his arms circled your waist, while the other held the back of your head.

“Then we’ll stay like this—till forever falls apart.” You mumbled, inhaling his sweet scent.

He nodded, kissing the tip of your nose. “Till forever falls apart.”

a/n: a part of this was inspired by the movie perks of being a wallflower, I’m sure you can tell which part :)

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[xpeachesncream]

perfectly wrong | one

summary: there were rules that had to be followed: no one could know about you two, there was no ‘getting to know each other,’ and there was absolutely no emotional attachment allowed. if this could be done, there should be no complications. but somehow, the rules always get bended.

pairing: reader x fuckboy!kth

genre: college au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 2301

chapter warnings: cussing, mature language, very slight angst, some hints of jealousy, alcohol consumption

notes: pls remember that this is set a few months after you and tae have been going at it, so it will seem like things are happening a bit fast. i’m not trying to prolong this series. also most importantly, i tend to usually write shorter chapters > shorter, but more chapters published. enjoy!

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Jungkook decided he was going to see if he could jump over your couch and land perfectly in a seated position.

"Wait, wait, wait. Absolute silence everybody." He says as he's stretched over, trying to estimate the timing and height of his jump. He had always been super athletic and competitive since you two were small, so there was really no changing his mind on this. He always had to prove something, even if that meant creating his own competition of jumping over the couch.

"It's just me and you." You watched him from the kitchen, making sure the pizza in the oven was baking properly.

"I have an audience, okay? Don't be rude, Y/N." He says as he points over to the fake audience clapping and laughing during a 'Friends' episode.

"Whatever, as long as you don't go breaking my shit, Jeon Jungkook." He was 22, but his mentality was 8. That was for damn sure.

"Siiiiiiilence." He says at a whisper, his eyes shut as he puts a finger to his mouth. He lets out a huff and a puff before he gets the courage to throw himself over the couch and land a perfect landing. "And once again, he sticks the landing!" He stands up with his hands up in the air.

"You're annoying." You laughed, getting paper plates ready for the pizza that was about to be done because you were in no mood to do any dishes tonight.

"Thank you! I'll be here again tomorrow, same time." He calls out to his fake audience.

"No the hell you're not."

"Ouch, nevermind. Someone apparently doesn't want me here." You laugh at how dramatic he is. At this point, you just let him be because that was something you always loved about your bestfriend. He embraced the kid in him and always brought good times. You had similarities, but you also had some major differences. You liked being in your comfort zone & you were labeled the innocent nerd amongst your friends. You just like to consider yourself simple, though. A 'take it day by day' kind of person. Kookie was fun, adventurous and childish at times. He was also shy, but loud at the same time? An introverted extrovert, you could say.

But you loved each other nonetheless, that's why you've clicked so well since you were young. You taught each other things & grew together.

"Here, fool." You placed the pizza in front of him with the paper plates.

"Set it up, I'll grab us the drinks. You want anything in particular?"

"That bottle of Stella Rosa, please." JK knew you loved that Stella Rosa, so he happily grabs the bottle and two wine glasses. He plops back next to you on the couch, pouring your glasses and grabbing a heaping serving of 4 slices of pizza.

You both decided you want a good laugh, so you throw on Kevin Hart's newest installment: Zero Fucks Given. It isn't long before you both are rolling on the floor, almost gasping for air at how much you're laughing at Kevin Hart's stand up. The pizza is gone, the wine is gone, and you're still feeling pretty tipsy. The whole thing sounds nice, until your head starts to wonder what Taehyung is doing and if he'll text you to come over tonight. You know he probably already has plans with another chick though, and that hits you.

Curse this fucking alcohol.

Let's get this straight - the only time you 'talk' is when he's trying to fuck.

And yes bitch, you let him do this to you. You're out that door before you can even fully slip your shoes on. Dick is just that good. It's something about Taehyung that makes you addicted. The way he gives you a stupid ass smirk when he opens his door, the way he touches your skin and gently lays his shit on you until you both become really invested in the moment. So invested that shit hits the roof. It gets messy. It gets rough. It becomes unspeakable.

You aren't friends. No one knows about you two, or that you even know the other exists. You don't know shit about each other. The only thing you know is that he's fucking other girls. He has a whole roster, you'd imagine - a starting five, at least.

He doesn't care about you, and for the most part, you don't either. At least, that's what you like to portray because it's been some months now since this whole thing started and you can't help but feel some kind of emotional tie to him. You're leaving your house between 12-2am in the morning and sleeping in his bed until 6-7am. It's a routine; a routine you've become used to. You skip out on some late night kick-its with your friends cause you anticipate a text to come through from him.

But, he doesn't care. You aren't the only female slipping into those sheets, and boy does it fucking make it hard to swallow. Reality hits hard when you think about it and you feel this huge pit in your stomach. You try to be different, you try to stand out one way or another. But it doesn't work that way. You knew what this entailed going into it, so it makes zero sense as to why you're hurting and getting jealous from time to time.

You know it still doesn't matter to him.

He's only fucking you over cause you let him. You know damn well you're not gonna change and let this go, though. You love thrill of it too much. It's the most thrill your life has had. You're not perfect and you're only human. You make mistakes, but this one definitely puts the cherry on top. Because not only do you refuse to learn, but you let it repeat itself over and over again.

"Aishhhh, my stomach hurts from laughing too much." Jungkook laid his head back and patted his belly. "But that was good though. I needed that."

"Yeah it was. Thanks for coming by to watch that with me, Kook." He tilts his head over to look at you and smiles.

"Sure thing." He checks his phone and sits up. "Yoongi is blowing up the group chat." You check your phone to see multiple unread messages from none other than Min Yoongi himself.

[yoongi] 10:37pm: aye

[yoongi] 10:45pm: all of a sudden, everyone is ghost in this group chat?! you all had a lot to say not too long ago.

[yoongi] 10:52pm: even though you guys are fake as fuck, does anyone wanna come with me to the bars tonight? meet at my place so we can head out.

You and Jungkook laughed at how butthurt Yoongi was in the groupchat. Yoongi definitely was the most serious and blunt one in your group, but he still liked to party and have a good time. It was just how he was. Hoseok was always full of energy and probably the most extroverted one out of all 4 of you. He was never shy. You and Jungkook met Yoongi and Hoseok your first year in college and became inseparable ever since. You all just click with your different attributes.

[jungkook] 10:53pm: lmaoooooooo

[yoongi] 10:53pm: fuck you dude lol

[jungkook] 10:54pm: i'll come through in a sec, i'm at y/n's right now. not sure if she's gonna come though?

[y/n] 10:55pm: i'll pass, i'm tired and wined out.

[hoseok] 10:55pm: ahahahah yoongi shut up, blowing up my phone for no reason. i'm passing on tonight too. im tired from working that overtime *cries*

[yoongi] 10:56pm: you both are boring. i'm especially offended at how i didn't get an invite to your little powwow, y/n. and now you don't wanna hang out?

[hoseok] 10:57pm: she mentioned she was going to watch kevin hart's thing yesterday and offered us to swing by if we wanted to though....... selective hearing, maybe?

[y/n] 10:58pm: ^ okayyyyy and that's on period! thank you hobi <3

[hoseok] 10:59pm: anything for the baby

[yoongi] 10:59pm: lmao you're a brat, y/n. whatever, i'm still hurt by you both! kook, hurry on over so we can drink

"Fuck I regret this, I'm gonna die." Jungkook laughed as he stood up and stretched. He quickly helped you clean up before he figured it was time to go or else Yoongi would have a fit.

"I feel like it has to do with that one girl he's been talking to on and off."

"Perhaps." Jungkook shrugged before putting on his shoes. "We shall see." he sighs before giving you a tight hug. "You sure you don't wanna come out?"

"Nope."

"You don't even have plans tonight."

"Yes I do."

"Doing what?"

"Laying in bed." Jungkook snorted as you shook your head and shrugged. What else did he think you were trying to do? He should know you by now, at the very least.

"Alright, I'm not even going to argue. I'm off."

"Be safe, have fun, text me if you both need anything, okay?" He nods as he shuts the door, leaving you to your lonesome. You swirled the teeny tiny drop of wine leftover in your glass around before picking up your phone.

No new texts. Well, let's be specific: no new texts from taehyung.

You did forget to respond to your oldest cousin though, when he was just trying to check up on you.

[seokjin] 8:35pm: pssst y/n

[seokjin] 8:35pm: psssssssssst

[seokjin] 8:35pm: oyyyyyyyyyy

He was damn near 30 years old and hated talking on the phone so much that he decides to blow up your phone this way. But, he was the cousin you loved dearly and you had a very tight, sibling-like relationship with him. He was like the older brother you've always wanted. He watched you grow, protected you, kept you safe, supported you and cheered you on - especially when your family talked so much shit about how you and him weren't gonna get anywhere with your goals. You know, the fucking stupid ol' saying of 'chasing your passion isn't going to bring you money & wealth.' Your family was all about the titles and money, but Jin was passionate about cooking and wanted to open his own cafe. You, on the other hand, wanted to pursue your art. Jin was the biggest role model for you because he was the first to defy your family's wants and wishes. He was the black sheep of the family with a huge 'I don't give a fuck' mentality and he taught you that along the way.

Don't ever be afraid to do what you're passionate about. Fuck 'em.

[y/n] 11:13pm: hi sorry, jungkook was over and we were watching kevin hart's new thing on netflix over some wine and pizza.

[seokjin] 11:15pm: that sounds fun! sorry, i just wanted to check on you but i see you're doing okay lol

[y/n] 11:16pm: i am. :) i'll hang out with you tomorrow

[seokjin] 11:16pm: how sweet, my freeloading baby cousin is coming by

[y/n] 11:17pm: hahahah shut up! although you're not wrong, i am going to steal some food. but most importantly, i do want to hang out and see my bestest oppa <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: awww y/n, you're so full of shit <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: go to bed

[y/n] 11:19pm: haha love you tooooo

And so, that's what you did. You got yourself all ready for bed, believing you wouldn't be leaving your house tonight. You pampered yourself, put on a face mask and got yourself all lathered up in lotion just to lay down. You're in Jungkook's shirt that he left behind (and never looked for, so technically it's yours now) when the guys had stayed the night and some Vicky Secret panties.

You're scrolling through your Instagram feed, seeing Jungkook's newly posted story with him and Yoongi already at the bars, acting a damn fool. You laughed at the video he took of Yoongi trying to dance in a tight, awkward space on the crowded dance floor even though he was never the best at dancing. It lowkey made you wish you went out with them so you wouldn't be stuck here thinking about your feelings and how lonely these hours get.

And then you see Jimin's story from an hour ago. He knew you were friends with Yoongi, and although Yoongi wasn't fond of their group too much, he was still an avid party-goer and mingled with people there. You've only spoken to Jimin once because you had to work with him in the same group on a class assignment. You tried to keep it that way though because he was Taehyung's bestfriend. They went everywhere together, did everything together. He, too, was very popular among the ladies and across campus. I guess it was just their thing.

You assume they were at a party cause Jimin quickly flashes the camera at Taehyung, who's in front of him getting a lapdance from some chick. Jimin quickly turns the camera back to his face as he's laughing uncontrollably then abruptly cuts it off.

Great.

She's forsure going home with him tonight.

You set your phone down on the night stand and put on a show on your laptop to help you fall asleep.

Just as you're about to get some shut eye, your phone vibrates. You let it slip at first because you thought it could be one of the guys playing around, but it vibrates again, signaling another text coming through. You pick up your phone just to make sure Yoongi and Jungkook aren't in any trouble and need you to bail their asses out.

[taehyung] 12:17am: hey

[taehyung] 12:20am: come over.

You scoff at how he assumes you're still up and that you'd be coming over. You hated that. He knew he just had your ass.

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track two: hit different - sza & ty dolla $ign

[hehebread]

[BKDK] Izuku keeps mentioning a Kacchan to reporters and they think that's his gf

this was a request on twt that i had way too much fun writing. warning for suggestive language!

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“And is there…. a special person….or a group of people you would like to thank on air today? Anyone who inspired you? Anyone you would attribute your success to? An image of victory per say?”

Izuku’s eyes glimmer as the bright lights of the studio reflect on his irises. “Oh!” He jumps in his seat, his perfectly- coiffed curls bouncing as he nods frantically to the show’s host. “Yes! Yes!” Leaning forward with his hands on his leg, the camera zooms in on his face where the blush is painting his cheeks. “I wouldn’t be the hero I am today if it wasn’t for Kacchan!”

And it’s as if an earthquake alert dropped on the talk show. The host grows this devious grin on his face as he turns to the camera team and says, “Well, well, well, behind every great man is a woman after all.”

Izuku isn’t quite sure why the host is bringing his mother into this since the interview is reaching its end and he has already discussed her influence in detail very early on, but he doesn’t get a chance to ponder.

The host, Yamaguchi-san, leans into Izuku’s space with renowned interest and an interesting glint in his eyes. Izuku feels himself sweating in his oversized maroon-striped suit.

“So, Midoriya-san, Hero Deku, Rising Symbol of Equity and Hope, can you tell us more about … Kacchan?” His voice goes higher at the last syllable, almost sing songs, and Izuku is not sure if he should be worried or not, but he won’t pass an opportunity to gush about Kacchan!

“Ah, Kacchan is very … confident, hardworking, strong, and smart. Kacchan is a hero who knows how to lead a team and perform under pressure, an inspiration to both myself and our entire graduating class, and a”—Izuku can feel the heat rise in his face as he tries to hide in his colour— “a shining star who was closer to me than All Might!”

The host makes a loud ‘AWWW’ noise at the same time as the small audience in the studio. “My, my! Sounds like Kacchan is very important to Hero Deku! Don’t be shy! Tell us more! Is there a physical description to go with your precious person?”

“Ahm!” Izuku fiddles with his fingers as he avoids the gazes on him. There a long beat of silence before he manages to say, “Muscles….Blonde…..Sharp eyes….” With a vague gesture to his middle section, he mumbles, barely audible, “Big, ugh…..” Heart.

“OOOOOOOOOH!” The host goes wild and so does the audience. “So are we talking Hiromi Oshima type big or maybe Rio Natsume, or aaaah Aki Hoshino even ….?”

Izuku feels his ears ring in humiliation as he tries to process what they’re talking about. Something Kacchan has in common with all these beautiful women is his big successful career so Izuku nods. “Yes!” Then, a thought occurs and he rises in his chair. “Even bigger!”

After all, Kacchan’s net worth is higher than these ladies.

“BIGGER?”

“The biggest!”

“Oh my god!” The host is losing his mind now! “And is it … natural? Or did Kacchan get a little help from professionals?”

“No, no, no! Kacchan was a natural ever since we were in school together!” Izuku’s eyes shine with a fire to defend his childhood best friend, no longer trying to hide in his big suit. “No one helped Kacchan get this big!”

“That’s … amazing!” The host shakes his head in both awe and disbelief. “Now we want to see Kacchan in action! When the hero works around the city, defeating villains, does the size get in the way?”

Does Kacchan’s fame get in the way of his work? “Sometimes,” Izuku muses, “But Kacchan never lets the restless and perky nuisances stop him, y’know. With a little shake from his hands, and a few colourful words of wisdoms, nothing gets in the way!” Izuku laughs as he remembers Kacchan’s way of dismissing fans and reporters alike.

“Wow!”

“Of course, there are times where Kacchan’s big firm moulds become springy and hard to control, but I have yet to see an instance where that has been a major issue. ”

Kacchan is still having some adjustment problems with his new hero costume, particularly his grenade mould, but that’s as far as distractions go.

“Does Kacchan not use support?”

“Uhm, only when it’s a dire situation! Sometimes I’m even allowed to provide assistance!”

“You must be very lucky…”

“I am! It feels … exciting and … very special! Kacchan doesn’t trust just anyone, y’know! I can never quite get used to the trust we built together. We are one unit working together.”

“Do you use your hands…. Or something else?”

“Oh, hands! Yes! But anything works really! Whatever Kacchan is comfortable with and needs at the time. Black Whip, combo moves, an iron grip...”

The host furrow his brows and seems to be considering Izuku’s answer before he opens his mouth again. “Uhm, never mind.” He then turns to the camera, smile back on. “Our time is almost running out! Thank you, hero Deku for your time! We look forward to seeing you again in the big screen!”

--

The next day, Izuku wakes up to the headline: Hero Deku And His Mysterious Busty New Girlfriend: The Beautiful and Spunky Kacchan!

He’s doomed

--

He sees Kacchan early the next day.

Having spent the morning talking to tabloids and the host show agents about the misunderstanding and whether or not it was possible to take down the episode at least, Izuku slumps his head on his desk in defeat.

Oh, this is very bad.

He starts thumping his forehead on the wood in sync with the bleeps noises in the phone, already planning his funeral in his head.

Okay, so it seems the suspense around this girlfriend is raking up his popularity, but god, at what cost.

“Nerd, we need to talk.”

Izuku’s soul near flies to the roof at the sound of the door to his office slamming close. Fuckfuckfuck.

Kacchan stands before him with his hand on his hip, teeth snarled and looking ready to tear his flesh open. Oh, this is going to be fun!

After flashing a haughty glare at the glass door to scare away the nosy friends hanging about, Kacchan continues, “About the interview.”

Of course! Yes! His final hour is approaching. “Haahahaha, what about it?” Izuku feels his undershirt cling to his torso, sweat collecting on his face. He directs a shaky hand to a nearby chair. “Feel free to take a seat, Kacchan! You want me to get you anything? Water, tissues, uhm, a knife, a body sized bag, or uhhh, a shovel? I think I have some spare sheets of paper if you’d like to give me a chance to—“

“So…” Kacchan starts.

“PLEASE TELL MY MUM I LOVE HER!”

“…this Kacchan, huh?” Having completely ignored every single word Izuku just said, Kacchan crosses his arms and scowls. “Is she strong? How come I never heard about her before? Since when did you start dating this gravure idol and pro hero, huh?”

“Wha—?”

“So, you just go around giving everyone pretty nicknames now?” Kacchan snorts and his expression darkens before he slams his hands on Izuku’s desk. He looks at Izuku from under his chin, and Izuku swear he can see flames behind his eyes. He growls, “What’s her actual name?”

An alarm bell rings in Izuku’s ears and he stutters, “Ka— Ka— Kat— Katsuko! Bakugan Katsuko…….”

Kacchan’s expression doesn’t change and Izuku feels his heart leap to his throat. God, Kacchan is gonna call his bluff at any minute now. He’s going to reject him then he’s going to break his heart and his bones.

“What’s she like?”

Kacchan shifts forward slightly and Izuku is just know noticing the ample cleavage in clear view. Right there. In front of Izuku’s face. “Uhm. Ah, she’s very, ugh, im- pec— impeccable!! And strong! Muscl— mature!! Breasty too – I mean, pretty! PRETTY!” Izuku bites his tongue then swallows thickly. “Beautiful, actually!” Lifting his gaze to meet Kacchan, he whispers, “Gorgeous. Just the most amazing person in my life.”

Kacchan is staring intently with his sharp red eyes, and Izuku feels his chest swell with confidence he never had before. “Kacchan is my inspiration, and I just … love … Kacchan so much. I wish I had the courage to tell him— um, her that.”

“Are you two serious?” Kacchan asks, impassive but there is silent rage hiding behind his words.

Something flashes quickly through Kacchan’s eyes before he narrows them. It takes Izuku a second to recognise that it’s /hurt/ and then he realise what he has just done.

“No, no, no!” Izuku backtracks immediately. “I don’t even know her that well! In fact, she kinda smells and definitely has sweating problem.” Izuku needs to do damage control and come clean NOW. “You know what? I will call her and break up with her right now. Ha ha ha.”

What the hell is he saying? Who is he going to call?

Kacchan stands up while Izuku fumbles with his phone. “Don’t be a dick,” he says, before he heads to the door.

Izuku jumps from his chair and is ready to chase after him when Kacchan stops him. “How big?”

“Huh?”

“You said Bakugan was big.”

Ah, yes, he did. Tragically.

“Um, y’know just…” Izuku motions with his hands like he’s moulding two doughballs, palms up and fingers wiggling because he’s lost control of his life once he accepted his funeral date, but that’s not even happening anymore so what is he doing really.

He then makes am hourglass shape in the air and belatedly realises that he’s just outlining Kacchan’s shape in front of him. Izuku retreats his hands and puts them behind his back in shame.

Kacchan is looking at him funny. Like he’s trying to figure something out.

“Does she shoot aerial bomb or something? Is that a combat-style quirk?”

Izuku blinks.

Kacchan just sneers and turns around.

“Whatever. I’m doing a photoshoot this afternoon. The Sekushī clothing line is dropping a new summer set and they asked me to model.”

“Se- Sekushi?? You mean, like—” Izuku feels his face go impossibly red. “You’re saying that, you’re going to wear, like…..” his voice goes down to a whisper when he says “…..a b-b-b-b-b-bikini?”

“Swimwear,” Kacchan turns to say over his shoulder, “Among other things.”

The sexy smirk he sends Izuku’s way is doing very, very weird things to Izuku’s body and imagination, things too inappropriate to describe in a work setting.

Kacchan leaves but not without offering the most dangerous challenge to Izuku’s mental wellbeing. “Feel free to drop in.”

Oh, he absolutely will.

“Bring Bakugon.”

Oh, he absolutely will not.

Actually….

Maybe, he will.

Kacchan is going to ruin Izuku

[potrix-the-queerschlaeger]

boys boys boys

Inspired by this awesome post. I couldn’t resist. Also, I recommend listening to Mötley Crüe’s “Girls Girls Girls” while reading the story. Also available over on AO3.

[Now with a Sam/Bucky sequel!]

*

1

Sam wakes to a loud crash, followed by a string of breathlessly hissed curses. It takes him a moment to remember where he is, and why—on mission, somewhere in the alps, near the border between Switzerland and Italy—but once he does, he rolls over with a tired groan, blindly fumbling for the bedside lamp.

In the dim light it casts, he can make out Bucky crouched by the other bed across the room, picking shards of glass out of a damp spot on the carpet. His shoulders are tense, and he’s carefully avoiding Sam’s gaze, his mouth a thin, unhappy line. It’s too dark for Sam to see, right now, but he’d bet a hefty sum of money on the bags under Bucky’s eyes to be even more pronounced than yesterday.

A quick glance at his phone tells him it’s shortly after four in the morning, meaning they’ll have to be up and ready in less than two hours. Also meaning there’s no point in going back to sleep again.

Yawning, Sam throws back the covers, and slides out of bed. Bucky’s still not looking at him as he heads for the tiny kitchenette in the corner to flick on the kettle. He keeps his back to Bucky while he grabs mugs and tea bags, busying himself with preparing their tea in order to give Bucky at least a semblance of privacy.

(Watch out for the break!)

Sam’s no stranger to night terrors himself, although it’s hard to imagine what kind of horrors plague Bucky’s dreams, on top of the ones everyone in their line of work is unfortunately, intimately familiar with. And Bucky would almost definitely rather bite off and swallow his own tongue than admit it, but Sam’s fairly sure their current location isn’t exactly helping Bucky’s general state of mind, either.

It doesn’t take long for the water to start boiling, but once Sam turns back around, two steaming mugs in hand, the only evidence of what happened are the pieces of the broken water glass in the trash can by the desk. Bucky’s sitting on the bed, back leaned against the wall, knees pulled up, and face buried in his hands.

He lifts his head when Sam plops down next to him, though, taking the proffered mug with a raspy, “Thanks.”

They don’t talk, but after a couple of minutes, once Bucky’s looking a little less wild around the eyes, Sam bumps their shoulders together. Bucky leans into the contact, and they continue to drink their tea in silence.

2

By the time Sam catches up with him, Bucky’s got the last remaining HYDRA agent pinned against the wall by his throat, frantically scrabbling at Bucky’s metal arm as his face turns redder and redder. Sam lands a few feet away, and approaches the remaining distance on foot, hands held up placatingly.

Their objective is to bring this particular guy in alive for questioning. Sam knows this. Bucky knows this. Sam knows that Bucky knows this.

What Sam doesn’t know is if Bucky cares.

The instant they’d stepped foot in this particular base, Bucky’s whole demeanour had changed. He’d blinked at the lab equipment, first in confusion, then in recognition, and Sam had realised they were in for one hell of a bumpy ride.

“Bucky,” he says, quiet, when he comes to a stop at Bucky’s side.

Bucky’s breathing hard, chest heaving, and he bares his teeth in a silent growl before dropping the guy to the floor. “I know.”

Whoever this guy is, he definitely does not know when to quit. He coughs violently, but even though he can barely catch his breath, he spits out, “Желание, Ржавый, Семнадцать—”

Sam winces, but Bucky only rolls his eyes, grunts out, “Will you shut up?” and smashes the guy’s head into the wall, knocking him out cold.

Then he turns to Sam, grins, and announces, “You carry 'im upstairs,” before walking away.

Sam glares at his retreating back. “Man, you've got super strength!”

“You got wings, flyboy!”

“We’re in a bunker!”

“Can’t hear you, gotta speak up!”

“Oh, fu—”

3

Bucky’s sitting at the end of the dock, legs dangling over the edge, bare feet dipped into the water.

Sam loosens his tie as he walks over to him, the bottles of beer Pepper had handed him upon arrival hanging between the fingers of his free hand, clinking together softly. He kicks off his dress shoes once he reaches Bucky, and nudges him with the bottles until he takes them so Sam can pull off his socks.

The water of the lake is pleasantly cool, even in the otherwise sweltering summer heat, making Sam groan out loud when he pushes his feet in. Bucky chuckles quietly as he hands one of the beers back over.

“How bad was it?” Bucky asks, after a couple of minutes. He’s worrying his bottom lip, absently peeling the edge of the label on his bottle.

“A lot of speeches from a lot of people thinking themselves incredibly important.”

That makes Bucky snort out a laugh. “So, Steve woulda hated it, is what you’re sayin'?”

“Oh,” Sam says, equally amused, “definitely, yeah.”

He takes a pull of his beer, eyes wandering over to the willow tree on the shore, and the stone bench sitting in its shadow. They’re too far away for Sam to be able to read the memorial plaques, though if he squints, he can just about see them between the gently swaying branches.

Stark.

Tasha.

Steve.

Bucky comes readily when Sam slings an arm around his shoulders, smiling sadly at Sam’s, “Happy birthday, old man.”

“Happy birthday, Stevie.”

+1

Stakeouts are boring.

And this one especially, since absolutely nothing has happened on any of the three days they’ve been watching the place. Their intel had been frustratingly vague, only alluding to someone with certain information maybe coming to stay at this particular Airbnb sometime this week.

With nothing else to do, Sam checks their perfectly working surveillance devices again, and scowls at the side of Bucky’s head.

Bucky never looks up from his rifle, but mutters an annoyed, “Cut it out,” in Sam’s general direction.

Sam pulls a face at him, but before he can snark something back, Bucky’s phone chimes from his pocket. Bucky startles, and fumbles it out with a clearly embarrassed, “Shit, sorry 'bout that.”

“Look at the professional,” Sam teases, and has to bite back a laugh when Bucky flicks a pebble at him. “Overwhelmed by modern technology, grandpa?”

“Funny,” Bucky says, deadpan, with a roll of his eyes. “Remind me, who was it who forgot to—”

“One time!” Sam cuts in, and throws a pebble back, nailing Bucky in the chest. “And I wasn’t the one who—”

Bucky glowers at him. “That doesn't count!”

“Yes, it most certainly does count,” Sam counters, ready to argue his point, when suddenly— “Wait, wait, hold on!”

“What?” Bucky is frowning, looking from Sam to their target house, then back again. “Somethin’ happening?”

Sam shakes his head, and tries to think of a delicate way to ask the question burning on the tip of his tongue, only to blurt out, “Are you on Grindr right now, man?”

The way Bucky’s entire face goes hot is very telling.

“Look, I was gonna tell ya—”

“No, hey,” Sam is quick to interrupt, reaching over to give Bucky’s arm a reassuring squeeze, “you don’t owe me an explanation, okay? I was just, uh. Let’s go with surprised.”

Bucky ducks his head, but he’s smiling faintly. “‘S not somethin’ I’m used to talkin’ about, is all.”

“Well, if you ever need to talk about it,” Sam spreads his arms in invitation, grinning when Bucky rolls his eyes again, “I’m right here.”

It’s enough to dispel the last of the awkwardness between them. Bucky quirks a brow at Sam, chin propped up on one hand, and flutters his lashes as he asks, “Wanna talk about boys, Wilson?”

“We’ve got the time,” Sam points out, then holds out his hand. “Give me your phone.”

The look that earns him is extremely dubious. “Why?”

“Look,” Sam wiggles his fingers impatiently, “do you want my help, or not?”

“Never asked for it,” Bucky grumbles, but does unlock and hand over his phone. “Just don’t—”

“Open the DMs, yes, got it,” Sam says, grimacing, and frantically presses the back button while Bucky cackles next to him, eyes shining with mirth. “That’s very forward.”

“Oh, he ain’t even the worst one,” Bucky says, looking at the screen over Sam’s shoulder. “What’re you doin’, anyway?”

Scrolling down the list of recent conversations, Sam clicks on the picture of a guy who’s actually showing his face, instead of his thighs or abs. “Figuring out your type.”

He stops swiping when he gets to a picture of the guy in a suit, and tilts the phone so Bucky can see better. “You know, he reminds me of—”

“Nope,” Bucky snatches the phone back, slapping at Sam’s hands when he tries to steal it again, “don’t ruin ‘im for me—”

“You don’t know who—”

“I don’t wanna know!”

“I think you already know he looks like—”

“I will throw you off this roof, Wilson!”

“Bring it on, Barnes!”

[a-libra-writes]

Hey! Could you do these headcanons [💖,💐] for Jaime, or Tyrion? I've been in the GoT fandom “recently” (like a month or two ago?), and I don't see much of them; especially Tyrion (I don't know book-Tyrion yet 👀). I've been reading your blog for a while, and I really like your writings; I'm taking my time to read them again jsjsj. I understand if you don't want to, or doesn't catch your eye; I hope I'm not being rude or anything, but I wanted to try my luck. Please take care and be safe! <3

welcome to our cluuuub! welcome to our cluuuuuub! 

im glad youre enjoying GoT so much, and my blog! You should def give the books a try if you ever have a chance! Book Tyrion is rlly diff in many cool ways, same with Jaime. 

also i uh ... did the thing where i confused the emojis again, so I did “date” for both of them as well LOL oops

💘 Tyrion Date HC

Once Tyrion really starts liking you, he takes you to the loveliest places. We’re talking walks through gardens with little ponds and animals, a covered boat ride on a river, or walking through an exciting market full of Essosi traders. The thing is, he’d never call this “courting”. That makes it too official, too serious. He plays it off as simple visits two friends would make.

He’s excellent at finding out the things you’re interested in. You aren’t aware of it, but Tyrion really pays attention to what you respond to and what you like the most. I mean, he’s already watching you because he loves you, but if you aren’t vibing with an activity and location he’ll take that into consideration for next time.

He has lots of fun experiencing new things with you, period - after you’re together, after you’re married. If he finds out about something new, he’ll tell you so you both can do it together.

Tyrion prefers more private locations, since the court is exhausting and nearly all people he meets don’t like him anyway... but there’s something exciting about having such a pretty girl on his arm, someone who clearly adores him and wants to spend time with him.

Gifts! You tell him he doesn’t have to, but he likes presenting you with little things at the beginning or end of a date. First it’s practical things, so he can brush it off as “You seemed like you could use that”, before it’s just outright pretty jewels and dresses and he has no excuse. At that point it’s because he clearly loves you.

When it’s your name day, he has such a great evening planned out. If you’re married, make that a weekend or a week to travel and enjoy a little mini-vacation. Tyrion is excellent at planning an event in secret, so you have no idea what he has in store until the morning of your birthday.

In a modern AU, he’s not too different - he wants to explore new places and new things. He’d probably live in a city and would always find the strangest hole in the wall places to eat and shop at. If you like books, or records, or clothes, he’s gonna find something really out of the way and specific.

💖Tyrion Pregnancy HC

From the time you announced your pregnancy to the entire 9 months, it was like the worst emotional whiplash he’s ever had. There are SO many thoughts going through his head. Some of them are:

One, he’s delighted you want to have a family with him. Yes, you two are married, but it’s not out of duty to the Lannisters. It’s the ultimate proof you love him, he decides - because there’s a real chance your child could turn out like him, and you don’t care. And he knows you’ll love the child if that happens. He just knows you’ll be a wonderful mother. Second, you clearly express your joy to his family and the courtiers. You’re proud and you don’t care who knows. Third, he thinks about how horrid his own upbringing was, and he’s absolutely 100% determined to be an excellent father. Fourth ...

You get the point. He’s so torn between worry - what if the child is born with a problem, what if you die in childbed, what if he turns out to be a terrible father - and absolute, unbelievable devotion. You thought he was protective and doting before? Nothing is too good for you. You have to tell Tyrion to dial it back a bit, you don’t need new clothes every month and ten sets of silken bedsheets and all this jewelry....

He’s a bundle of nerves the closer the due date is. You two might actually get into spats because you’re exhausted and achey, and he’s just a mess. Jaime actually has to knock sense into him and get him to calm down.

But once your child is born...  it all washes away, like a wave carrying him. He’s so happy. He can’t even function. He wants the hold the child all the time, he wants to see them, talk to them - and he asks so many questions to you and the maester. When will the child talk? When will they walk? Can they understand him? Do they know he’s their father? And so on.

Also, his protectiveness would go through the roof. He would never forbid you from going anywhere or doing anything, but.. he would be obviously nervous if you mentioned you were going travelling or something. 

And it goes without saying he’s keeping extra tabs on Cersei, certain courtiers, maybe his own father. He doesn’t trust any of them for anything.

Bronn will probably get assigned to bodyguard duty for you. He’s clearly not pleased, and you just sigh and dismiss him for the day so you don’t have to listen to his smart mouth.

He likes to feel your stomach, especially when the babe kicks! It relieves his worries that the child might be born “wrong” somehow. The fact they’re kicking, wiggling and moving, seemingly in response to him, makes him feel much better.

💐 Tyrion Family & Kids HC

He’s an excellent father, even though he has his moments of emotional hang-ups. He wants to ensure his child is educated, empathetic and uses their damn head. While he’d be doting and affection, he wouldn’t be a total pushover and can reasonably discipline them. Tyrion is great at talking to children respectfully and treating them like people.

On that note, he has no patience for someone like Cersei or his father trying to butt in on his parenting. He’ll stand up to them and firmly insist he can raise his child on his own, thank you. He won’t take any “advice” or threats from them.

He’d be quite good at figuring out what his children are talented in, and encouraging them. He’s seen what it’s like when a child is forced into a single box and hinge all their worth on that (Jaime) and when they’re looked over and ignored (him and Cersei). 

Yes, he basically decides to do the opposite of whatever his father did.

There would be times when he’d want to educate his children himself, but only on certain subjects - reading and writing, for example. He trusts the maester just fine, he just wants to have that bonding opportunity with them. 

(He’s so proud of all of them no matter what though 😭)

If you’d be up for it, Tyrion would like several children. He’s not 100% on how many, since he’s never really given himself a chance to hope and daydream for a family. He knows he needs a son for the Lannister line to continue, but he’d never force you to continue risking your health for that. Ultimately, however many you want, that’s what he’ll be happy with. If it’s all girls, he’ll love them the same.

💘 Jaime Date HC

It’s actually amusing how bad he is at taking you somewhere interesting. It ends up being an accident - you run into him in a beautiful garden or some obscure part of the Red Keep, and he offers to show you something interesting he found. From there, you two get lost and take a while to find your way back.

... Or you take him somewhere you thought was interesting, and he goes along with it. When you point out that Jaime is pretty bad at this “courting” business, he just scoffs and says that’s definitely not what he’s doing. He’s just visiting with ... a friend ... .... just a friend. Yup.

Another aspect is the fact he’s a Whitecloak, and he might be having to avoid Cersei. That kind of makes things dicey.

However, when he returns from the Dreadfort and that absolute hell of a journey, he’s doesn’t care so much who sees you two. He wants to get away from the Red Keep, even if that’s his duty, so he starts wandering out with you. When Jaime is patrolling on his own and sees a place of interest, he makes a mental note to bring it up to you later. And when he does, and you offer to go with him ... Well, he won’t complain.

Since you two have been so many places, he starts to associate them with you. When he’ll pass by it on his own, he thinks about something you laughed at, or something you told him there. If you ever touched his hand or his face while you two visited a garden, he will remember that touch every single time he passes by. 

After you’ve known each other for a while, and he’s feeling sentimental, he’ll ask, “Do you remember those docks a mile away from the Red Keep? There was a man pushing a cart that had these colorful glasses and wares. You were wearing a blue dress, and when you dirtied it, I carried you around down the street?”

You have no idea where he’s talking about, but that’s the sort of road his memory lane is.

In the modern AU, he’s still pretty terrible at dates. He’s more of the type who wants to wander around with you and just pop into a place that seems interesting - and then he’ll associate you with it. Anytime he sees that cafe chain again, even in a different city, he remembers the hot cocoa you ordered and the little marshmallow mustache you gave yourself.

And honestly, he prefers to stay home with you, cuddling and watching something. He can be as bad as a needy cat when he wants cuddles and attention; you aren’t escaping anytime soon.

💖Jaime Pregnancy HC

Oh no.

Back when Jaime was a boy and lectured endlessly on the duties of a Lannister heir, he didn’t truly understand what that meant. Especially after Cersei coerced him into taking the white cloak, he figured he’d never have children of his own.

... Well. Then there was three. but they never felt like his, which was Cersei’s intention. It was so strange, even if they looked like him, he couldn’t connect Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen to himself.

Also, look who his father is. That’s a lot to unpack.

It’s not until he’s completely left Cersei and lost his sword hand that he starts thinking and seeing things differently. It feels different when you play with the children, when you look longingly at mothers, when he’s intimate with you and you let him finish inside. He starts thinking what it’s like, and that’s scary, considering it never crossed his mind before.

And then he thinks about how his mother died, and what it did to his father. He never openly discusses it with you, but he has nightmares about it. Jaime doesn’t sleep well for a lot of your pregnancy, especially toward the last few months. He does a little better with each child. To distract himself, he takes care of you.

He likes the idea of having two children, a boy and girl, or two boys, but he’s fine with one or more than two. Anything more than four would probably overwhelm him.

Gods save the person who threatens you, even if it’s his sister. His protective instincts go into overdrive, to the point where someone being disrespectful to you on the street will make him want to fight.

💐 Jaime Family & Kids HC

When you tell him, honestly... his first thought is what an awful parent he’d be. He had one example for what a father is like, and he was hardly an influential part in the lives of the three children he sired. You’d have to reassure Jaime and give him confidence, because he has none where this is concerned. He’s positive he’ll screw it up somehow, he’ll be too distant, or too cruel. How do you even hold a baby? What do you say to little ones? He’s going to take care of you, there’s no question of that, but his nervousness is palpable. 

Still, he has such a cute smile when he holds his child - what he considers his first real one - and he right away sees you in them. Their nose, and smile, and eyes. It’s amazing, he decides.

Jaime is a terribly indulgent father. He tries to scold where he can, but more often than not he’s amused by his kid being mischievous. When they pull pranks on guests or get into fights with other kids, he’ll let them off easy if he felt like it was justified. If you’re the more disciplinary parent, the kids totally learn to go to Jaime when they want something.

He’s not overly physically affectionate, but he often ruffles their hair (even if they’re a girl with hair you just braided), gives them rides on his shoulders and lets them sit on his lap and fall asleep. He also has a habit of patting their cheeks or shoulders when he’s pleased.

Jaime didn’t think he’d be excited to teach swordplay and horseback, but he’s so happy when one of his kiddos is interested in both or either. Even if they’re a girl, he can’t help but teach her everything he knows. It also makes him feel better that he has something to teach and pass on even if he lost his sword hand.

Also ... he’s a terrifying papa lion. Do not ever even slightly threaten his children or wife in front of him. His temper and pride will flare and he’ll start a fight right there. 

Related to that, he can fight off Cersei’s cruelty and coldness to you and your children together because he knows how to deal with her. If Tywin disapproved of you in some way, or was trying to take control of how the children were reared, Jaime would genuinely struggle to stand up to him. He doesn’t want his kids to go through the childhood he had, but it’s difficult for him. He won’t go into full “fuck this” mode unless the children are seriously threatened. 

[kaunis-sielu]

Naja: 11

You hang up. If he asks later you’ll tell him your battery died. Then whip around, hand reaching for one of your weapons, when you recognize the man standing in front of you, a smirk on his face.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Naja.” You sneer over at him, your knife stays in the back of your pants, for now.

“What the fuck are you doing here Copperhead?”

“King said you needed some help, I said you were getting sloppy so he sent me to help you.”

“I told Bossman I didn’t need the help.” You snarl, “and I’ve never been sloppy in my life.”

“Then what’s taking so long pretty Naja?” He asks tugging on a strand of your hair.

“Touch me again and I’ll remove your fucking hand.” You sneer, “What’s taking so long is that she’s got two fucking bodyguards so I can’t just wander my way in there and kill her.”

“Kill them too.”

“I don’t do innocents.”

“Then I’ll do it.” Copperhead says with a shrug and before you’ve even completely comprehended what you’re doing you’ve got a knife to his throat.

“You will not touch them. Do you hear me? No killing innocents.”

“How innocent can he be if he’s protecting a monster like her?” He says much too calmly for a man with a knife to his throat.

“It’s a job. This is a job. You do not kill them. Do I need to tell your partner too or did he hear me?” You ask thinking of Gaboon on the sidewalk mere feet from Bucky.

“Partner?”

“Gaboon. He’s on the sidewalk, gave himself away too. The bodyguard noticed.”

“Fucking idiot.” Copperhead grumbles stalking to the edge of the roof.

“That’ll be three in the last what, two years?” You ask sweetly and he growls,

“Fuck off Naja. Gaboon walk away!” You raise your binoculars to your eyes and see Gaboon in a heated argument with Bucky. You watch in amusement as Gaboon takes a swing at Bucky and Bucky calmly blocks his blows before twisting and pinning his arms behind his back. Copperhead pulls a gun from his hip and you grab his arm.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m not gonna just let your bodyguard take Gaboon.” He sneers yanking his arm from your grasp.

“You’re not shooting my bodyguard!” You say kicking Copperhead in the hip causing him to stumble.

“Oh, you do not want to do this with me pretty little Naja.”

“I told you, he does not get hurt. You leave him alone.” Copperhead takes a swing at you but you’re smaller and faster than he is and you dodge the blow. You kick him in the left hip, causing him to stumble. When he charges you again you knee him in the balls. He howls in pain and you punch him in the throat to shut him up. “This is my hit, you and Gaboon have to go.” He laughs but it sounds more like a garble.

“Kill him Gaboon.” He croaks, and you elbow him in the head knocking him out. You pull your gun from your bag and line up a shot, you watch the fight between Bucky and Gaboon with your heart in your throat.

Bucky is fast, but so is Gaboon, when a knife appears in Gaboon’s hand you prepare to take the shot. He catches Bucky with the blade in Bucky’s right arm and you decide enough is enough and pull the trigger. Gaboon hits the ground and people lose their collective shit. You duck down and out of Bucky’s sight line then quickly gather up your things, strip Copperhead of his weapons and get off the roof.

Bossman is going to be so pissed that Gaboon is dead but there’s no proof it was you. Although you doubt that’s going to keep Copperhead from coming after you. You glance back up the stairs contemplating going back and finishing the job but you don’t. You hurry to your bike and tug on the helmet, knowing Bucky he’s going to want to know who took that shot and he’s going to be able to figure out where it came from quick. Sure enough as you start your bike he comes sprinting around the corner. He has his gun in his hand, a rapidly forming bruise on his cheek and blood oozing down his arm, but god he still looks so handsome.

He makes eye contact with you, not that he knows with the dark visor covering your face, then takes a couple of steps toward you. You rev your bike twice, give him a little salute then take off into traffic. You see him in your rear view trying to get a look at your plates but that won’t turn up anything. It was probably risky, to let him get that close to you.

When you get to the safe house you text Bucky.

-I’m so sorry, my phone died. Call me when you get the chance.-

He doesn’t text you back for a couple of hours.

-Sorry that took so long sweetheart. I’ll call you as soon as I can-

-Be safe.- And you mean it, you can’t be his personal bodyguard.

A half hour later your phone rings and when you see that it’s Bucky you snatch the phone off of the stand.

“Hey,”

“Hi Sweetheart.”

“It’s late. Are you okay?” You ask sounding sleepy.

“I’m sorry I can call you back another night.”

“James don’t you dare hang up. Don’t think I didn’t notice you didn’t answer my question.”

“Sorry Sweetheart, what was that?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yea. And I think I am because of a hit woman.”

“Now you’re definitely trying to make me jealous.” You say trying to calm your racing heart. “What makes you think it was a woman?”

“I got to the area where the shot was taken from, she looked at me and gave me this little salute. She took off before I could get more details but my gut says it was her.”

“Wait, who was shot? Why was she shooting?”

“There’s this alleged group called the snakes that’s run by some guy of hit men. I’ve always assumed that they were fake but some guy came at me, that’s why I put you on mute when we were talking, that felt off. When I confronted him he started fighting with me, pulled a knife, it wasn’t until I got cut that she took the shot.”

“You said you didn’t get hurt!”

“No I said I was fine. I’m fine.”

“You were stabbed!”

“Cut Sweetheart. Just a cut.”

“Prove it.” You challenge and you hear him sigh,

“You just wanna see me without my shirt on again.”

“James-”

“I’m just kidding Sweetheart. Hold on.” It only takes a few seconds for your phone to buzz and when you glance down you see a message from Bucky. When you open it it’s a mirror selfie and he’s just got a white bandage on his bicep where he’d been cut.

“How many stitches.” You ask putting the phone back to your ear.

“7.”

“Just please be careful. I don’t want to have to find a new travel buddy.”

“I’m doing my best Baby.” You furrow your brows, he’s never called you baby before. Then you hear the soft female voice.

“James? I need you.”

“Ma’am, Peter is on your side tonight. If you need something you need to go to him.” Bucky says calmly.

“But I want you.”

“You want me to talk to her?” You ask and he laughs.

“Nah thanks though Baby. I should probably go, I just wanted to let you know I was okay. I love you.”

“Talk to you soon.”

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[majimemegoro]

a tour of okudera’s house

come on in, comrades ! i turned my brightness all the way up in the game settings and I’ll be giving a tour of okudera’s house in crummy photos of my screen because my playstation never connects to internet.  theres some weird stuff, come see. I’m looking for any and all observations & fact-checking, so pipe up if you notice anything !

ok we just came in the front door and turned right. here we can see his gun and a lightswitch, as well as this little countertop that has: worn cutting board, hacksaw (probably for cutting through bones), a hammer and some other stuff idk. Maybe the little cans in the corner are gun oil. (is that a thing?)

in the corner above the door theres tins, pristine ‘kamuro life’ boxes, and a Meat Hook.

lets look to the left a little.we can see fish drying (not so visible in this pic, but they’ve been gutted and are being held open by sticks so the air goes inside). a big orange blanket. rope.

moving past the orange blanket, we have a ladder on the ground, presumably the indoor ladder because i think theres one outside too. and beside the closet door theres this little shelf. It has four books on it - one on top like it was recently being read - and a little white mug with a handle. (if anyone can go in game and figure out what the books are, I will legit give you a free commission - check out my art at @otorno​)

on the other side of the closet door we have a small cabinet matching the cabinets near the front door. On it is an old-school oil lamp and two potatoes (??????). Beside it is a cardboard box with a bunch of newspapers and, some more potatos. (Please if anyone knows what could be going on here... explain. arent potatos suposed to be stored out of the light ??? are they not potatos ?) You can also see that some parts of the wall is insulated with twigs which is pretty cool.

above this we can see a little shelf with what looks like some paint/chemical/glue/wd40 stuff and perhaps a small toolbox or money box. hung on the wall beside the shelf are these white things. which I have no idea what they are. my best guess is some kind of sand weights, maybe for pullies or something, but i don’t know what they would be for.

this is the whole wall furthest from the front door. the thing in the foreground is a rope and hook over the fire, for hanging a pot on. this wall feat. a bear skin, miscellaneous boxes and baskets (and a small upholstered seat maybe?), and....

a shelf with a basket and a bunch of matching rounded-square receptacles of some kind. I don’t think theyre dishes because the bowls are somewhere else. maybe theyre for early spring planting. Theres also a grimy little towel. sorry this photo is incredibly blurry.

now we’ll stand in that corner and look out slightly in the direction of the front wall. we can see a bunch of crates, a stool, and a fine metal shovel, probably for shovelling ashes. Just past them theres this cloth handing on a stand-up frame, which is baffling to me. if anyone has guesses about what that is for, please let me know.

now the front door is on the far left. on the right we can see the top of the cloth on the standing frame. before us we can see: a fancy shelf with some drawers and a bit of firewood on top, a twig broom (looks homemade), two planks of recovered wood, some other stuff we’ll get to later, a *~*mysterious orange wall bucket*~* and a shelf over the door.

This is the fancy set of shelves. I bet mr okudera keeps his ammo in some of those little drawers. The weird orange curves in the top middle are strings binding bunches of kindling. we can see the broom again, as well as some shiny containers and some bottles.

closeup on the bottles. looks like alcohol but i guess some could be medicines or something else? weigh in please. I can’t read the labels but maybe someone else could go in-game and try. we also have the dishes he feeds saejima in.

now as promised, some details on the wall with the front door. (Recall you can see a bit of the front door on the left, so we’re now looking down at the house’s front wall.) We have a bucket with a tiny bit of water in it, a barrel, a bear trap, sack of “Ready To Eat COMPLETE MEAL Made in USA” which apparently is like.... war rations (??). another crate. And the thing on top of the barrel, which looks like a small wooden cylinder on a long thin handle. it seems to have a little spout on the side opposite the handle, unless its just the handle coming through. im very interested to hear if anyone knows what this. Note also that the items are up on a raised plank floor because the front part of the house has a bare dirt floor ! brrr!

look up ! this is still the front wall, but above the barrel and above the shelf we can see electrical wiring going from the switch (out of frame to the left) to the lightbulb (out of frame behind and above us). At the point of the roof there is a vent for the smoke to escape. And a set of OARS!!!! does okudera have a little boat that he uses in the summer ??? he must. that’s exciting news.

if we turn around to face the back of the house, and look slightly up, what a view we get! theres a little glass window at the top back,and in the middle we get a) the hanging lightbulb, and b) this huge wooden apparatus hanging right in the middle. it’s over the fire - my mom proposed that it’s maybe for smoking meat ? I wonder why he isnt using it though. it’s attached to the ceiling with ropes, and looks like it can be descended at will. If it’s for storage, why isnt he keeping anything up there? its a good spot for a boat, though I don’t know how strong those ropes are.... PS it looks like there might be an upper loft area, behind the horizontal beam and by the window, but there isnt one unfortunately.

now were standing int the front door and looking down a bit. mr okudera stores firewood under the floor, it looks like.

heres the guy himself and a generic view on the mats and cushions. the cushions are red with a paler red pattern, and look like they’ve seen better days, as do the mats. (re: mats & sleeping, the thick quilt thing saejima has when he first wakes up is nowhere visible here. kept in the closet during the day? also, it’s a bulky item. does okduera really have more than two? somebodys gonna have to go cold or pair up...)

can someone please explain whats going on with the fireplace. it looks like a cast iron bowl on a stand, with flat wood in it. how is that? are there coals in the bowl or something? note that he isnt cooking now.

Thanks for visiting Okudera’s House With Me ! please let me know anything you noticed or share any thoughts. have a good day.

[beeluvsbunni]

Buncha shit I’ve written over the past couple o’ months

Lotta shit here, 23,950 Characters and 4,379 words. LONG AS FUCK, BEW A R E

okay but deadass imagine if Techno's crown is a cardboard crown that Tommy made for him when Tommy was like 6??? IMAGINE BRO THE POSSIBILITIES angst? sure, Tommy died or suddenly hates techno and the crown is all techno has left of Tommy. fluff? sure, flashbacks showing Tommy making the crown/au where Tommy is Technos VERY younger brother. gore? someone breaks the crown and techno snaps and kills a bunch of people (bonus points if techno just walks back home all casually to 6 y/o Tommy and asks for a new one, Tommy completely ignoring the smell of blood yet he knows what happened). smut? GET OUT OF HERE FILTHY DISGUSTING MONSTER

okay, so idea:

Phil lectures Tommy for doing dumb shit (getting into a fight) and Tommy starts to cry and Phil doesn't know why because he wasn't even being that harsh on Tommy so he's like

"what's wrong? oh fuck oh shit oh fuck oh shit oh fuck oh shit oh fuck oh shit" because panic, and Tommy's like

"its nothing, I'm fine, it's stupid-" because teenage angst and plot purposes, so Phil is like

"bullshit, tell me what's wrong"

and Tommy's like "I punched the guy because he said that you and Wilbur and techno don't love me and that's why you never hug me and that I should stop complaining about it- oh shit wait-" and Phil's like

"complaining about what? COMPLAINING ABOUT W H A T???" and Tommy says

"... I think I'm touch starved."

BAM ANGST IS OVER, THEN YOU GOT YA FLUFF

Fd Au. Tommy coming home after getting detention in school, where he got an F on his test, coffee got spilled all over him, constantly made fun of, no lunch, and overall a really bad day. Wilbur asks him to get him a glass of water, and Tommy says no. Wilbur and Tommy start arguing, and eventually, out of spite, he came back with a glass full of ice cubes and tell him to wait. Wilbur gets pissed and goes to yell at him, but Tommy shoves him and yells at him to fuck off. Wilbur asks what's wrong with him, and Tommy shouts back, "I was supposed to be home three hours ago and all you care about is me getting you water! Do you even care about me at all?" While crying, and runs up to his room. After a little while, and after Phil gets home, Wilbur tells him about the argument. Phil takes Tommy's side and tells Wilbur to apologize. Wilbur goes to Tommy's room and finds his window open and Tommy not there. He climbs up onto the roof and finds Tommy smoking pot, and starts to yell at him.

Fd Au. Tommy comes home hours, past curfew, really late, like after Phil comes home. Wilbur is about to yell at him when he notices how tired Tommy looks, and then how much blood was on him. He instantly panics and yells at Techno to get the medkit, and Tommy passes out due to blood loss. Fd Au. The Pandel siblings go to a party and Tommy gets pulled away from his siblings by some random people he doesn't know. When they find him, with the help of DTeam, The Trio, and The L'manburg Crew, a group of 16-20 people are trying to pressure him into drinking/smoking. Tommy refuses every time, and then Bad, Toby, and Phil comfort him while everyone else beats up the people that were trying to pressure him, other than A6D and Fundy, who are both getting rid of the stuff people were trying to make Tommy consume.

DreamSmp Is Real Au (????). Dream finds Tommy crying. He asks what's wrong, and Tommy completely breaks down. He tries to respond without his voice shaking but all that comes out is a sob. Dream walks over and tries to comfort him, but Dream isn't good with emotions. He panics and calls Bad because he knows how to deal with kids. Dream tells Bad that he's gonna bring Tommy to base-area, and asks Bad to comfort Tommy. Bad agrees, and Tommy and Dream set off. Dream tries to make small talk and asks what's wrong, and Tommy starts crying harder. "I feel so fucking lonely. All the time. But I know I shouldn't, because I have Wilbur and Toby, and- and everyone else on ou- MY side. I miss not fighting. I-I miss talking to you- and George- a-and everyone else without it being fucking fighting! I-I miss Eret- GOD I miss Eret so fucking much-" While sobbing. Dream doesn't know how to react, and Tommy collapses. He sobs with his face in his hands, and Dream collapses next to him and begins to just hug him. He messages Bad and tells him that there's been a change of plans and that Bad needs to come to them. Bad agrees.

IMAGINE DREAM FINDS A FUCKED UP TOMMY, HE'S CRYING AND SHIT, ALSO PROLLY DRUNK??? LIKE STOLE LIQUOR FROM WILBUR (or imagine they find Tommy cause he broke into their base and stole all their liquor- LMAOOOO-) AND IS FUCKING H A M M E R E D AND DREAM HELPS HIM, BEING SOFT N SHIT, LETTING HIM SLEEP IN DREAMS BED, AND WHEN TOMMY WAKES HUNGOVER AS FUCK DREAM ASKS HIM WHAT HAPPENED AND TOMMY EXPLAINS (god I cannot do ANYTHING that involves Tommy without adding angst IM SORRY) (you make up a scenario, I'm lazy) AND DREAM TAKES HOME TOMMY CAUSE TOMMY IS HUNGOVER AND WHEN SOMEONE ANSWERS THE DOOR (TOBY??? WE LOVE SEEING PROTECTIVE TOBY AAAAAAAA-)  THEY GET ALL PISSED CAUSE dream bad person, he kills us, and now he has Tommy who was missing all night, I wILL KILL HIM-Aa AND TOMMY DEFENDS DREAM AND SHIT AND THEN EVERYONE IS SURPRISED BUT THANKS DREAM AND DREAM SAYS 'don mention it' AND LEAVES AND TOMMY prolly gets grounded for life cause he got drunk and also went missing for a whole ass night???? lol loser)

imagine everyone (ie. dteam, l'manburg boys, sleepybois, the trio, etc etc) all have a job working for the mafia. after a mission (idk they steal something from someone, no killing cause a child is on the job), Tommy asks dream to give him a ride home and offers to pay for gas money. and dream's already taking out his keys like 'ur like twelve no you don't have to pay gas money get in the jeep child' LMAOOO

Totoro recasted

mei kusakabe - Tommy

satsuki kusakabe - wilbur

tatsuo kusakabe (their father) - Phil

yasuko kusakabe (their mother) - nonexistent. instead of a mother, it'll be a brother, aka techno

kanta ōgaki - dream

granny (yes that's her name) - uhhh fuck idk. I would say voiceoverpete but he sexually harrassed some girls so no. y'all can figure that one out ig.

totoro and the chibi totoro's are normal.

kiki's delivery service

kiki - Tommy

jiji - wilbur

lily - niki (:DDDDD)

tombo kopoli - toby (BUT ITS PLATONIC)

osono - idk phil (BTW, OSONO IS A PREGNANT WOMAN. SO HAVE FUN WITH THAT???)

fukuo - techno

ursula - idk fundy????

'dream looked at the crying teenager who was being held by wilbur. tommy was sobbing, coughing on occasion. bad and eret had quickly got off of the ground after comforting the younger teen and walked over to the rest of the group, either not caring or remembering that tommy was the enemy.

"tommy- why would you go out and try to negotiate with THEM?" wilbur asks panic and a slight amount of annoyance evident in his tone. dream whips his head up instantly, offended.

"you think WE did this? jesus wilbur, i know you think we're horrible people but horrible enough to do that?" dream questions, glaring at wilbur through the mask. e opens his mouth to say something but tommy cuts him off.

"t-they didn't-" he coughs harshly, "do it." he manages to weaky finish, burying his face back into his older brothers neck. dream doesn't know how tommy knows that dream and his group were innocent but is thankful that tommy defends them, because he knew that when wilbur gets angry, he'd call techno. and everyone is scared of techno. wilbur makes eye contact with dream or the closest thing they can get to that, and subtly nods his head as an apology. dream accepts it, knowing he would probably blame them if they were somehow in the same situation, giving the same nod back to wilbur. dream thinks for a second, just a split second, that maybe tommy was overreacting, but he quickly shuts himself down, chastising himself as that was a cold thing to think, even for the sadistic man.

because he knew, that at the age of sixteen, he would probably be crying if he had been almost hanged in front of seven people who were out for blood. even if he knew they didn't do it. which caused his heart to yearn to comfort the child even more.' ok so basically someone (we don't know who) sets up a trap for tommy that wraps a rope around his neck and hangs him, which goes off while he's trying to negotiate with dteam. dteam calls wilbur while eret and bbh comfort tommy, and everyone else tries to figure out who set the trap because even the dteam aren't sadistic enough to do that.

ok fuck it adding in other people

"Playing in the backyard, whispering in the dark, catching fireflies with mason jars." Wilbur says this line, talking about how much fun they had as kids.

"It's 2007, the closest that I'll ever get to heaven, but I can't see that far." Phil says this one, and flashbacks show four-year-old Tommy running around with his older siblings while Phil watches, as a calendar in the background shows that its 2007.

"You were just a baby, of course, you'll always be my little lady," Techno says this, and a flashback shows (now) nine-year-old Tommy after getting his haircut, and the first thing he says is, "I LOOK LIKE A GIRL!". A calendar shows that the year is 2012.

"But then you were free." All three say this line, each giving their own perspective on it. Wilbur thinks about how much he is pressured by being a streamer so young while dealing with people who tell him to ||off himself|| every day. Techno thinks about how much he is pressured going through highschool while being popular. Phil things about how much he is pressured by life in general, dealing with the pressure of upcoming jobs, taxes, love, etc.

"Before you started, bout what you were wearing, God you're turning into me." Surprisingly, Bad says this line. He can't help but think that Tommy is probably a little self-conscious, like him, due to some specific things both of their chats say about them. (I DONT THINK TOMMYS CHAT IS AS MEAN AS BADS BUT LETS PRETEND IT IS FOR NOW)

"I just wanna hold your little face, look at you and say," Sap says this line, smiling at how innocent Tommy can seem at times (COUGH COUGH CRAFTING TABLE).

"It's not as good as it seems." Schlatt says this line, talking about how much Tommy seems to wish to grow up (or become a become a buisness man).

"Cause growing up's forever," George says this line, smiling faintly as he remembers what he was like as a kid.

"It never gets better than being a kid with a dream." Dream (lol) says this line, speaking directly to a sixteen-year-old Tommy. A calender in the background shows that the year is 2020.

HERES ANOTHER ONE BECAUSE I DONT HAVE A LIFE

Fallen Kingdom - Cover by Katelyn Lapid.

"I gazed off into the boundless skyline." It shows Tommy leaning against a railing over a cliff, staring at the sunset. He's crying. He's wearing all black. He looks dead inside.

"Noteblock choirs playing in the sunshine." As the camara moves away from Tommy, it moves to a graveyard. On the gravestone that a crowd has gathered around is the words, 'R.I.P Techno. The king forever and always.' As the people (I.E, Wilbur, Phill, Dream, etc.) gathered around him are shown crying as well.

"Turn around, pick up my sword, and wield." Dream turns around and grabs Technos cape and sword, setting it onto the casket before it is lowered into the ground.

"The blade that once forced evil mobs to yield." A flashback is shown of Techno, Phill, Wilbur, and Tommy all laughing as they run through a forest.

"If this battle should leave me slain." A different flashback shows Techno talking to Wilbur, just before a fight (you can pick which, maybe the ender dragon?) telling him to leave him if he gets close to death.

"I know Herobrine will call my name." A little farther forward into the flashback, Techno is on the ground dying with Phill kneeling next to him, trying to help Techno stay alive.

"Better to take a stand." Wilbur and Tommy run over, just as Techno begins to lose consciousness.

"And that was when I ruled the land." Techno hands Tommy his crown, and then dies in Phill and Wilburs arms.

Yeah sorry for the angst.

Play Date by Melanie Martinez.

In the beginning, where the music plays, Dream is shown surrounded by the (dead) bodies of Sap and Bad, and then stalks George to his house.

"You call me on the telephone, you feel so far away." A flashback where Dream is shown calling their house phone constantly, asking where they are and mocking them.

"You tell me to come over, there's some games you want to play." Another part of the flashback shows Sap finally answering, and telling him to come over. He says that they just want to watch some movies. What Dream isn't supposed to know, is that there's a trap set up for him. (which fails miserably, and probably is the reason that Dream's mask is broken.)

"Walk into your house, nobody's home." George walks into his house, closely followed by Dream. George calls out for Sap and Bad, but their dead (obviously).

"Just me and you, and you and me alone." A creepy zoom in of Dream in the dark holding a bloodied sword. His mask is a little broken, and you can see him smiling. Sap and Bad are shown respawning in a field.

"We're just playin' hide n seek." Dream pins George up against a counter and holds a knife to his throat, telling him that he wants to play (drumroll please) hide and seek (wowowowow what a surprise). Bad and Sap begin to go in the right direction to where they last died.

"It's gettin hard to breathe." George attacks Dream (like a fuckin idiot) and Dream reacts by using chloroform to knock out George (which works.).

"Under the sheets with you." George wakes up in a basement, with a sheet over his head, with Dream sitting in the corner.

"I don't wanna play no games. I'm tired of chasin', chasin' after you." Dream says, 'I don't wanna play games with you, I want to marry you.' Bad and Sap are shown fighting some more mobs.

"I don't give a fuck about you anyways. Whoever said I gave a shit 'bout you?" George rejects him, and Dream says "I don't give a fuck about you anyways. Whoever said I gave a shit 'bout you?" (who woulda guessed?) but since George can't see, Dream starts crying. (Awww, almost feel bad for him.) Sap and Bad are now in the forest where they died.

"You never share your toys or communicate." George yells at him for always ignoring Sap and Bad, and only paying attention to him. He says that its Dreams own fault that he got kicked out of the group. Sap and Bad reach where they died last, and grab all of their stuff that will help them kill Dream.

"I guess I'm just a play date to you." Dream starts to kill George by putting lava around him, and the wooden chair that George is sitting in catches fire. Sap and Bad are almost there.

As the music plays, Dream leaves the basement, just as Sap and Bad arrive, now fully equipped with gear. They hear George screaming, and run past Dream, who follows them. When they open the door, Dream pushes them down. They fall into the lava and die, just as George dies from the fire.

Big Hero 6 Au (mostly here for the family dynamic at the beginning)

Hiro: Tommy

Tadashi: Wilbur

Aunt Cass: Phil

idk who the fuck techno is, you can write him yourself ig, but Tadashi's friends are Lunch Club :p

GOD I LOVE ANGST SORRY

Techno joins the server, and instantly starts beating the shit out of people (not killing) on the other side for what they did to Tommy, Wilbur, and the rest of L'manburg. As he corners Eret, he mutters, "Backstabbing bastard..." with a glint in his eyes, and raises his sword to kill him (You can even do a rlly cool shot of Techno's POV where he sees everything in red :oooo), he stops. You can see someones arms around his neck.

Tommy's hugging Techno, sobbing, and asking him to stop hurting everyone. Eret scrambles away, and (if you added it) Techno stops seeing red. The murderous glint in his eyes go away. He drops his sword and hugs back.

(Then if you want to contuine the comic/more angst, Tommy gasps suddenly. Techno instantly backs away. He sees a red stain on Tommy's shirt, near his chest. Tommy collaspes. Dream is standing behind him, smiling, holding Techno's discarded sword. Tommy starts to die, and Techno goes fucking sicko mode, and almost kills Dream [with his bare hands because Dream has his sword]. Techno can just barely hear Tommy call his name, and instantly backs away from Dream, running over to Tommy. He either A, brings Tommy back to L'manburg and heals him up, or B, Tommy dies in Techno's arms and Techno is scarred for life and vows to get revenge. [Maybe Dream gets scarred for life too because 'holy shit i didnt mean to kill him oh no i killed a teenager'])

Option C, WILBUR AND PHIL WALK UP TO THEM AND STAY WITH TOMMY AND TECHNO FOR TOMMY'S FINAL MOMENTS

option D, tommy starts to bleed out and they patch him up and he becomes delirious and starts talking abt how much he loves them (PLATONICALLY) and will miss them if he dies. they reassure him that he wont die, and tell him that they love him too, but he starts writing a will with his own blood (which they quickly stop him from doing) and then he continues babbling on and on about toby and fundy and everyone else fro l'manburg and how nice they are and that he loves them.

(he also talks abt niki and says 'shes really pretty and nice, i was kinda mean to her wasnt i' and wilbur smacks him on the head and goes 'yeah, be nice.' and everyone just laughs and- AUGHSHS)

when they get back to l'manburg and tommy starts recovering phil techno and wilbur all tell them how he was talking abt how he loves them and they all get him gifts and- AAAAAAA

tommy starts crying because 'oh my god everyone is so nice holy shit i am overwhelmed'

maybe tommy even talks about how he likes dteam too, and phil tells them what he said and they all soften and boom war is over. (when telling dream what tommy said abt him [idk smth like 'hes cool and nice sometimes and stopped me from drinking vodka once' and phil is pissed that tommy drank vodka but whatever] phil just casually throws shade like 'yeah while he took him home cause he was bleeding out he was delirious from blood loss and then started talking about how he looked up to you' and dream feels bad and stops the war)

suggestion: we all know sbi + tommy (TM) being siblings is the BEST thing ever, right?

what if we were to add dream???

IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITES

tommy getting beat up at home even more now :DDDD but he genuinely looks up to dream (along with his other siblings) and tries to be cool and dream makes fun of him for it but secretly dream finds it rlly adorable and he and phil gush abt it together.

dream and wilbur never 'dated' cause uh??? incest is sincest. but the two are still rlly close and bond over their 's/os' being stolen by an e-girl (george and maia, niki and minx) (YES I JUST CALLED MAIA AN EGIRL, CRY ABOUT IT)

techno and dream having the BIGGEST rivalry (unless it comes to beating up tommy, they literally will ALL throw hands with him LMAOOOO) and get into 'play' fights all the time

phil and dream lit rally just vibin, like all the time??? although tommy getting beat up stresses phil out even more, but tats fine because phil doesnt need to know (when phil finds out theyre all gonna ge BEAT lmaooo)

he pretends he hates his siblings but he doesnt, and he gets into fights a BUNCH (not as much as tommy tho LMAOOO) cause his siblings are always fucking fighting and he needs to defend them like omg calm down

literally just beats up tommy??? like i cant stress this enough????? will see tommy making a sammich atlike 3am and he just??????? punches him like six times?????????? and tells him to go to bed????????????????? and calls him a moron??????????????????????? (he then tells wilbur and techno the next day, who in turn beat him up and threaten to tell phil) (tommy now has to make sammiches in secret) (poor tommy)

[My friend Pillar wrote this] im sorry but- techno and dream are close in age and go to school- and have half the same classes- and are competitive as fuck?? and phil is constantly buying bandaids because the two of them fight OTHERkids at school and EAChother at home

THEY TRY TO SEE WHO CAN FIGHT THE MOST ASSHOLES- 😭😭

"Okay so-" "I got like... 7 this week, theres no way you-" "HAH NEEEEERD! I got 8! AND the twins after science class- you *know* thats an extra point!" "Your kidding- no way! No one said anything about that, your lying!!" "Of course I'm not!" and somehow they start to fight

[i wrote this stuff] imagine dream gets a better score than techno on a test (both are RLLY smart LOOOOLLLL) and techno just like??? fucking kicks the shit outta dream??? and they both come home with like fucjing black eyes and bloody noses and phils either like 'omg whta happeened whtf' or 'goddamntpt agian????'

dream and wilbur dont beat eachother up (often) so everyone thinks theyre dating cause they hang out a lot and dont look alike and *thats* where that came from (they were quick to debunk the theory and were just- yucked out????) (is yucked a word? prolly not LOOOLLLLL)

tommy and tubbo are always fighting (i love writing tommy fighting someone/someone fighting tommy, fuck off) and people like ALWAYS side with tubbo no matter WHAT because they always assume he's innocent, and that little shit (hes a devious motherfucker im tellin ya) uses it to his advantage

tommy gets beat up (I LIKE THE IDE A OKAY????) because 'stop fighting tubbo, hes done nothing wrong' and tommys like 'nothing wrong??? ...HE FUCKIGN THREW A GLASS BOTTLE AT ME-' 'i did no such thing!' 'ITS CAUGHT ON CAMERA YOU FUCKING MORON'

TW: Thoughts of soup-of-side, thoughts of self harm, eating less, depression, bullying, drinking, sneaking out.

"tommy gets beat up by dream (in the sibling way) (TM) and someone makes fun of him for it and tells tommy that he deserves so much worse. the person starts to constantly bully and harrass tommy for no reason and tommy starts changing as a person because of it. he gets quieter, stops talking as much, stops going out as much. he stops talking to his friends as much, and he genuinely starts believing that he deserves nothing and that he's just a burden.

he puts up a facade around his family and, at first, they had caught on almost instantly. but now, after a couple of months of lying to his friends and teachers, his voice doesnt seem to waver as he tells people that 'he's fine'. his eyes dont sting as he walks away from people who bought it. he's better at lying.

he starts to hate everyone around him for not noticing. he wants to be helped, but doesnt know how to say it. he wants to take it out on something, on someone, but cant bring himself to. his temper gets worse. he starts sneaking out at night and drinking. he starts talking to bad people. he stops caring.

then dream goes to hit him again, and tommy just sees the bully, standing infront of him, talking down to him. he panics, and runs up to his room in the middle of dinner, locking the door and not opening it as his siblings ask him whats wrong. he ends up waking up to all of his siblings cuddling with him, and yet again, he breaks down.

they tell him how phil has keys to all of their rooms, and tommy tries to joke about it but cant, instead just sobbing. he tells them everything, about how he hasnt been eating much, about his wish for self harm, about how he wishes for death. everyone cries.

over several months (and therapy), they start to help him slowly believe that he is worth it. that he'll never not be worth it. that everyone is worth it. he stops drinking as much, stops sneaking out, stops listening to the little voices in his head that tell him that he's not worth it. he starts going out again, starts eating more, starts being happier, and he may not be completely ok but goddammit he was close enough."

its a slow burn but i LIKE slow burns ok.

[kurlyfrasier]

The Plan: Step Four (final)

Raph x Reader

Synopsis: Reader has a plan to win her favorite terrapin over. Step Four: This wasn’t part of his plan.

Warnings: some violence, somewhat dark raph (although I think I’d really enjoy some dark!Raph. Know anyone who writes that?)

Word Count: 2281

You weren’t paying attention as you walked home from a leisurely day in the lair- even if it did start kind of rough. Your thoughts ranged from Layla’s insincere words to a game you couldn’t seem to beat Mikey in. You thought maybe he had figured a way to cheat and had yet to share his insights. Then you thought about churrs, causing an unconscious smile to grace your lips. Raph hadn’t churred all day, though- which turned your smile into a frown.

“Hey there, girlie,” a rough voice said next to you, stopping you cold as you held your breath. “I liked that smile.”

“Yeah, me too, Vinny,” another stated behind you, his footsteps heavy on the pavement, his voice sinister. “I bet we can make her smile again. Whaddya think?”

“Real pretty like?” The first voice you assumed to be Vinny, snickered. “Ya really think so, Jim?”

Blood rushed in your ears as your breathing turned rapid and eyes raked over your surroundings in a panic. It had gotten dark on your trek home and you may have passed it a block or two back- you weren’t certain because you didn’t travel the opposite way of the lair very often. Not only had you passed your home, but you seemed to have turned into an unfamiliar alley. One that reeked of liquor and urine. So definitely not the best alley you could have wandered into. 

“Yeah,” Jim chuckled, sounding closer, close enough for you to feel his body heat behind you. The eerie sound gave you chills. “I bet her scream sounds like a siren’s call, too.”

On some unknown reflex, you elbowed Jim in the stomach, sidestepped away from Vinny, and spun to face the so-called men in a fighting stance- the cold, rough brick behind you a comforting presence. The move surprised you and your wide eyes proved that.

“Oh-ho!” Vinny laughed as he nudged his doubled-over, hacking friend with a menacing grin. “She’s a feisty one.” 

Jim spit at your feet. “Good. I like to tame them-”

“Do ya hear that?”

You strained your ears and steadied your breathing, hoping the rush of blood would go silent.

“Wha-”

“Shh!” Vinny put a finger up to his lips, eyes wide and frantic with fear. “I swear I hear-”

The pavement beneath your feet vibrated and that’s when you noticed the deep, rumbling, growly noise coming from the shadows behind the men. Whatever it was, wasn’t human and had your heart rate beating wildly in your chest.

“Ya promised, Swee’heart,” the baritone growl forced your eyes to focus up and into the shadows, latching onto familiar, furious green eyes. You ignored the new nickname, thinking it was the anger talking. His voice was deeper than you had ever heard. His gaze promised retribution. For the first time since you had met him, you were scared. Scared of what he was capable of. Scared the men before you may not see tomorrow. Scared of his fury and what it meant for you.

“Hey!” One of the men shouted, already facing away from you. “We found her first.”

“Yeah! Go find your own b-”

A hand reached into the dim light. Three-fingered and deep green wrapped onto the talking man’s neck, squeezing just enough to shut him up. The man automatically grabbed the wrist the hand was attached to- a sad attempt to free himself. His friend stood statue still and silent as he stared at the mutated hand. 

“Ya promised ya wouldn’ go lookin’ fer trouble,” Raph said, slow and meticulous, eyes never straying from your own as the ground continued to vibrate beneath your feet. “An’ I tried stayin’ away, Swee’heart. I really did. But these lowlives kep’ talkin’ an’ I didn’ like wha’ they were sayin’.”

The statue moved, but Raph grabbed the back of his shirt in a flash. The man squeaked.

“Nuh-uh. Where do ya think yer goin’?” Raph held him in place. Now that he was facing you, you saw it was Vinny who tried to run. “She’s been workin’ real hard learnin’ how ta fight,” his eyes gleamed. “It would be a shame if she didn’ get ta practice.”

You cocked your head, slightly confused, arms long ago fell to your sides. Was Raph saying to hit the man?

“Ya elbowed this guy pretty good earlier,” Raph shook the man he held by the neck and you were certain he was going to pass out at any moment. Raph smirked. “Thought ya might like a chance ta hit this guy too.”

“R-really?” Your voice shook. You weren’t much of a violent person, but you had been curious if Raph’s praise during practice was truthful. Plus, it felt great defending yourself a bit ago.

“Yeah. Wide stance, remembah?” 

You nodded, a gleam in your eyes as you got into a fighting stance. 

Raph somehow grunted in approval over what you had, by now, figured out to be another one of his churrs. “Do me a favor, though. Only hit ‘im once. I don’ wantchya ta hurt yaself.”

You gave him a half nod, pulling your arm back and aimed for Vinny’s eye. Bone crunched under bone. Your arm vibrated from the contact and you pulled back, shaking the sharp pain out of your hand and wrist, causing more pain than you thought it would. When you looked up you saw you missed Vinny’s eye and instead, jabbed his nose. Vinny was groaning in pain, hands filling with blood as Raph chuckled, still holding the men in their place.

“Good hit, Swee’heart,” Raph tossed Jim into the side of the building and he slumped onto the ground in silence. Then Raph jabbed Vinny in the temple, knocking him out and dropped him on the ground before crossing the alley.

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Raph stood in front of you, unable to stop the protective churr that still hadn’t quietened down even though the threat was literally passed out on the pavement. He had a feeling it wouldn’t stop unless he took you to the lair- where he knew you would be safe- and had Donnie check your wrist.

“C’mon,” Raph lifted you up into his arms and made his way to the roof. He stayed silent, aside from the churring, and was comforted by the fact that you wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his shoulder as he hopped roof to roof until they arrived at the manhole closest to the lair. Reluctantly, he set you down, knowing he couldn’t hold you and enter the sewers at the same time. Immediately after he closed the manhole up he lifted you back into his arms and held you close. Thankfully, you didn’t protest. He never wanted to let you go. Pride filled his chest as he remembered the move you pulled the same moment one of the thugs reached for you. Not that you saw what that lowlife was doing, but the dread that filled Raph as he watched was a memory he would never forget. It made his blood boil, you being in danger. He was happy now that you had convinced him to teach you how to fight. 

Now in the lair, he strode straight for Donnie’s lab, his obnoxious churring catching everyone’s attention as he walked by. They didn’t dare follow him. Not even Leo.

“Donnie,” Raph’s voice was demanding as he walked into the lab. “I need ya ta check Y/n’s hand an’ wrist.”

“I’m not touching her,” Donnie stated, backing into the wall, hands up in surrender as Raph sat you on the table.

“What. Why not?” He growled along with his churring, never taking his eyes off of you, a hand rested on your knee.

“Your churr, bro. I’d rather keep my shell in one piece, thanks.”

“I won’t hurtchya, I promise,” Raph gritted out, squeezing your knee without realizing it, still not moving his gaze from you.

“Raph,” you rested a hand on his, causing his grip to loosen, and the other on his chest. “I’m okay, see?” You moved your wrist and fingers to prove nothing was broken. You barely even winced, but he saw it and it kicked his churr up a notch in volume. 

“Donn-”

“Please, Raphie?” Your plea had his heart skipping a beat, your eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I promise I’m okay. Please don’t be mad anymore-”

“Mad?” Both brothers spoke in shock.

“I’m not mad, Swee’heart. I’m-I-” Raph ripped his gaze away from you and looked to his brother for help. He didn’t know how to express that he just wanted you by his side. That he wanted you safe and away from danger. That he couldn’t live without you. That he’ll always be there to protect you. That you didn’t need to fight because he vows he will always be with you in whatever capacity you deem him worthy of. That you were never leaving his sight again if he had any say in the matter.

“He’s not mad, Y/n. Although, I could see why you would think that considering how domineering his protective churr is.”

“Protective?” Your face scrunched in confusion.

“Yes,” Donnie nodded and Raph looked back to you, never wanting to look at anything other than your beauty for eternity. “He wants to keep you safe and, in his eyes, the only thing he deems good enough to protect you is himself. Honestly, I’ve never seen him like this so I’m worried that if I touch you, he’d try to kill me.”

“Kill you-” Your furrowed brows raised in surprise. “Raph you didn’t?”

“No,” he held your gaze with confidence. He may not have killed those men in the alley, but he wanted to. His entire being begged him to squeeze the life out of one and crush the other, but he didn’t. He was worried you may never want to have anything to do with him again if he did and that thought kept him refrained.

“That’s good,” you breathed out. “So now what?”

“Donnie’s gonna check ya out,” Raph unconsciously rubbed his hand up and down your thigh in a soothing gesture. More for himself than for you. Touching you proved you were alive. That you were there- with him.

“Not with you in here, he isn’t.”

“Well I’m not gonna leave ya,” he rasped barely above his churr, leaving the sentence hanging. You now knew what this particular churr meant, he didn’t need to say it.

“Yes-”

“No way in-”

“Raph,” you cupped his face in your hands. His eyes closed at your gentle touch. “If you want Donnie to check my hand, you’re going to have to leave the room.” His eyes flashed open at the suggestion.

“No-”

“Five minutes.”

“Fiv-”

“No-”

“Minut-”

“No-”

“I promise.”

Your words made him pause for a beat. His churring the only sound to be heard. Donnie still hadn’t moved.

Two.

“Ya said that before, Swee’heart.”

“Donnie isn’t going to hurt me, Raphie,” the nickname made his heart soar even as your hands fell to your lap. “You know this. And you know I didn’t go looking for danger.”

“Tha’s not what it looked like ta me,” Raph saw the confusion cross over your face. “Ya walked past yer place and cut through three alleys headin’ who-knows-where before ya entered that last alley an’ those guys saw yer pretty little smile.”

Your eyes widened in shock as your cheeks turned into his favorite shade of pink before you finally stuttered out your question. “Y-you think I h-have a pr-pretty smile?”

He tucked some hair behind your ear. “Yeah, Dum-dum-”

“And you wanna keep me safe?” Your voice was determined this time, a certain gleam in your eye that had always frightened him. You looked as if you had connected more dots than he had ever planned to let you connect.

“Y-yeah-”

“Then why am I not your Layla!?”

“My Layla? Oh-”

“Yeah! I’ve learned how to fight. I had to freeze my butt off just so you would be forced to lend me a shirt! I-”

“Ya did what?” His sharp tone shut you up and had you looking to Donnie for help. So Raph blocked your view of his brother, smirking down at you. “Y/n, ya can borrow my shirt any time. No need for a ruse.”

“Fine,” you huffed. “But that still doesn’t explain why we- w-why we aren’t y-you know?”

“Togetha?” Raph finished for you, a small smile on his lips.

“Yeah,” you whispered, looking down at your lap, thumbs fiddling.

“‘Cause I nevah thought ya would wan’ somethin like me,” Raph answered, voice hoarse, his churring much quieter than before.

“Like you? Raph, I’ve liked you for months!” You exasperated, clearly frustrated he didn’t get the memo.

“Ya deserve more than me-”

“No! Don’t you dare do that, Raph,” you gave him a pointed look.

“But ya do-”

“Oh yeah? Then who do you think could protect me better than you?”

Raph stayed quiet, unwilling to answer that. He was certain nobody could protect you better than him, but that wouldn’t help him convince you otherwise.

“Exactly,” you whispered out before tugging him down by the edge of his plastron. Surprising him with your soft lips against his own.

~~~

Donnie never did check your hand that night and Raph’s churring didn’t stop for the next few days; going back and forth between his deep, growly protective churr and his rumbly happy churr- depending on who was close by. Layla claimed she became stifled because she was always stuck in the lair and was never able to go on any ‘proper’ dates, which eventually led to her breaking up with Leo.

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A/N: Oh gosh...I had to write the little “L” word lol and I added in a tiny kiss too! I usually try not to do that lol Idk why cuz I like to read them lol but whatever. I hoped you like this! :D

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