#lol im neutral on this one

[dynamimight]

"that's like if y/n said she loved me!"

you have no choice but to overhear the conversation happening between your favorite group of friends, which, of course, means you have no choice but to walk over and chime in. "i so would tell you i loved you!"

your friends give short greetings before kaminari sarcastically continues: "yeah, and you'd probably kiss and hug on him too!" he juts out his bottom lip, pouting as he condescends, "you're such a sweetheart!" the group laughs as you jokingly give them a squint and death stare before walking over to bakugou.

you grab the sides of his face from behind the couch where he sits, gently tipping his head back and giving a tight-lipped smile before you smother him with kisses. his whole face except for his lips is victim to your love-filled attack, and you give the final blow with one huge "mwah!" pressed to his cheek.

"told you i would," you say cheekily. he stares at you, a slow, grinch-like side grin overtaking his features. you smile brightly back at him before dipping down and hugging him. "i love you~! so so so much!" and you give him another loud kiss to his cheek so he smiles even harder.

you point at the others and say, "don't doubt me or my love. ever," with that same joking glare. kaminari raises his hands as if to surrender, and bakugou pulls you over the couch to fall next to him, pulling you under his arm to boast about just how much you love him over everyone else.

no one objects, of course - they know he's right.

[bbqhooligan]

i am glad drake is being called out and i’m glad kendrick is doing exactly that but i can’t help but notice that men are only quick to label other men they hate as predators and not their very own friends.

its a valid way to feel but when trying to analyze peoples actions possible political results i find its better off to try to lock away ones own feelings about the entire system. its unfair.

like ive seen many people upset along the lines of "so kendricks just coming out with these serious allegations just cuz theyre beefing. men only care about womens violence to dunk on other men" and while thats a valid way to feel about the culture, about the general, the majority, about men, cuz we literally see this happen around us, etc etc we literally cant apply it to individuals baselessly.

i have 0 idea what the circumstances were and what kendrick was thinking through this whole thing, WHAT I DO KNOW is that its literally historic someone with this kind of platform is so ruthlessly coming after someone else from the industry with very clearly stated accusations. its so ugly but in Hollywood, you have actors and directors revealed as sex offenders or in lawsuits of sexual violence OR EVEN COMPLETELY OFF THE GRID unacceptable behavior and no one breathes out a word on it. its tradition directors take advantage of women to give them roles. tradtion to write naked scenes for women they want naked. but everyones tail is caught in everyones mouth, so people whose brands are wholesome or "progressive" stay silent to stay employed. its all very hushed.

ive never seen a man this popular and widely respected openly call another man a misogynist. like i said before, its not that Kendrick Lamar is some Feminist Scholar King, its that the action, the angle is surprisingly pro-woman. in times feminist sentiment gets so much backlash and is so unpopular with general audiences i was pleasantly surprised by the way he spoke of women. thats it.

[hykar]

💫🌷I'm into you Pt 1•°

Synopsis: Sucheon Kang is your admirer, the way he shows you affection however is in such an odd way... A grumpy(?) Kind of way. At first you thought he was just trying to be more nicer to people not until you noticed that he's only acting this way to you.

You as: Anon [Anonymous]

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"Hmm? ...Waffles huh?" Sucheon glanced at the clock 12AM. "......Fuck it, its now or never."

"The what?" Text is meant to be confused, maybe he thought that you were askin what was outside, nevertheless you place your phone down on the mattress of your bed as got off and headed out. Upon opening front door of your house you came face to face with white plastic bag sitting on your porch. Cautiously—you picked it up and took it inside.

The waffles are warm, the cream still cold, and the sugar-coated strawberry still fresh. It tasted heavenly—Even better with the thought that the prideful heir of Baekdu went through the trouble of getting it for you. The thought was sweeter than sugar. Mid-chew however you realized that its... quite... odd...? Why would the prideful heir of Baekdu go through the trouble of getting waffles for you this late night?

"Yeah that could be it..." You concluded once you figured that he might be trying to be a bit nicer and decided to start with you first—taking another bite of the waffle.

"Those fuckers are really quick when it comes to stuff like this huh?"

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"Thought you didn't get to bring any food with ya?" Subin raised a brow while her arms crossed. "Yeah I didn't get to." "Huh?" "Sucheon got it for me." Subin smiled—But not just any smile, its the smile that she uses to tease people. "What? Why are you smiling at me like that?" "...You're joking right?" "Huh?" "You're fucking slow...." Subin pinched her nose bridge, "He likes you.". Your brows furrowed "No he doesn't.", Subin frowned "He definitely does." "No, I think he's just trying to be nicer and starts off with this." "Why'd he flip me off in the cafeteria then?" "Maybe he's trying to get used to it first, baby-steps you know?" Subin face palmed.

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"That's what you've been doing wrong, the revelation method only applies if the circle you illustrated is almost a full circle not until it touched the line that connected both points and the northern line. You're not gonna create a full circle." Sucheon explained—he flipped through your solution page once more. "Thats the only thing you got wrong, you're good." "Thanks" You thanked with a smile, He cleared his throat. "Ok, I'll get going." He then stood up from the chair and walked away.

Subin and Jisuk (Who's definitely watching the whole tutoring session from who knows where) sat beside you as soon as Sucheon was out of sight.

Subin: First the waffles, next the sandwich, and now THIS?!

Jisuk: You still believing that he's just trying to be nice?

"Yeah?"

They sighed, Sucheon is still Sucheon when it comes to the rest—especially the two of them. You're a different case however.

Subin: You're fucking blind.

Jisuk: Ultra blind promax.

—To be continued...

[sleepyseals]

[Image Description: Two unfinished digital paintings / sketches of the hatchling and Hal from outer wilds. they are standing with their arms around each other and the hatchling has their head leaning on hal's shoulder as hal watches the supernova in the distance through the doorway of the museum. the first image is the scene viewed from behind with everything lit in bright blue with dark shadows. the second image shows hal's face looking in fear towards the light and is only partially colored, the rest sketched over a gray background. End Image Description.]

something you'll run back in for when the house burns down

[samlacy]

Your only flaw is that you’re flawless

yes the title is from a the neighborhood song bc I love them sm.

words: 2.6k

contains: pure angst, inaccurate Hobie, cheater Hobie, gender neutral!reader, feeling description, kind of manipulative Hobie, mental breakdowns, depressive state

REMEMBER THIS IS ALL FICTION, I KNOW HOBIE WOULD NEVER ACT LIKE THIS!!!

requests are open :))

One by One, rain dropped on the closed car window. Drop by drop, another tear spilled out of your eyes. Sound by Sound, your body got weaker and you felt like curling into a complete ball.

Lucky enough, there were no thunderstorms that made you shock your body every once a while. Instead of that, it was dead silent. Only the rain falling down, making a splash sound was to be heard. Followed with the sobs of your own.

The car was turned off and in parking mode. No engine working. You were sitting in the drivers seat, crying your feelings away. As if crying helped you with anything.

In the backseat were those oh-so-sweet handwritten letters from you, they were kinda creased since you had a deathly grip on them back there. An used-to-be beautiful red and pink bouquet of flowers was laying there, but it sadly was ruined by the heavy rain and some leaves dropped down on the street while you were running with heavy breaths leaving your mouth.

Why were you crying?

Joy overfilled you as the sun almost was setting, you had handwritten letters and a rose bouquet in your hands. You styled your hair and wore the fanciest clothes your lover Hobie loved.

You were absolutely excited about meeting him in the restaurant you booked a reservation for. It was a four star restaurant, which was quite expensive, but totally worth it!

The car was parked by the park in front of the restaurant, where it was hidden behind the trees.

With a heavy breath and a big smile you entered the restaurant. You walked along the long hallway before stopping by a lady behind the counter.

She seems nice, were your thoughts before spoke up to her.

“Hello, I had a reservation under the name (Your Lastname)”, The lady took a glance at you before looking back at the computer and typing something.

Your fingers were on the high counter and tapped it patiently as your eyes drifted into the beauty of the place. It was huge and had a gold & white theme.

Almost like a whole Palace.

“Here, go straight across and there will be a big door. From there on you can find your table”, she hands out a number that let you through the security, as she nods and grins.

You smile back before heading to the instruction she gave you. Since no one was there in the hallways, you decided to skip your way to the door.

Nothing wrong with letting out your inner-child, right?

You reached the door, pushing onto it to open. It was as heavy as it seemed like. With the strength you had, you went through and were fascinated by the amount of people plus how pretty it was here.

Not wasting much time, you made sure to find your table. For your luck, you found it and Hobie was sitting there. Not alone though.

There was a waitress, what you assume, hanging around him. She ran her hands all over his shoulders as she was rubbing and getting too close to his face.

At first, you thought she tried to hit on him, but Hobie would for sure push her away!

Or so you thought.

The sight was shocking, not in a good way at all.

Hobie pulled her by the necktie as he whispered into her ear and she clearly blushed and whispered back.

Hobie moved his seat back, stood up and took her with him, somewhere you don’t even want to know about.

All that happened in one singular minute.

The wine glasses on the table showed he was probably drunk and wouldn’t remember this by the next day, but they were full. Not even half empty, completely full.

You didn’t feel the tears fall down, your hands creasing the fresh letters and the shaking of your body making the leaves on the roses slowly fall down.

A voice came closer, triggering you.

“Mx, are you okay?”, it was gentle and with worry, but your heart was aching so bad.

With no words you ran out. The once heavy door seeming completely featherweight, as you pushed yourself through and ran. Just ran.

Out of the restaurant to the park, running as much as you could. The ache in your lungs getting close to the pain in your heart. Good, that was what you were going for.

You couldn’t think of doing anything else than running as fast as you could. No matter how many times you almost tripped over.

It all came to an end when rain started to pour, your car in your viewpoint and breathing was hurting.

Was your flaw of being flawless too much that Hobie had to cheat?

It felt like someone was stabbing you everywhere, multiple times with no mercy. As if someone ripped your organs out and forced you to swallow them.

Again and again.

Non-stop.

You grabbed your car keys and opened the car, before storming in and throwing the roses and letters into the backseat.

Doors slammed shut as you opened the air conditioner. One punch was enough for you to relax, but of course your car doesn’t deserve it.

It did nothing, but what did you do for him to do this?

Seriously, what have you NOT done?

Your screams and whines with full anger stopped as the tears started rolling again, unstoppable. Sob after sob, cry after cry.

You tried wriping them away with your hands, but it was useless as you only cried more and more.

Your breathing was abnormal and shakey, you couldn’t even speak if you tried to, everything was too much.

The styled hair you put some much time on and the fancy clothes you thought of wearing because Hobie liked it were all soaked. With the rain and your own tears.

You didn’t put a lot of make up on since Hobie didn’t like it, but it all was smushed making you for sure look like a drug addict.

Not much spent, you turned on the engine and drove to your apartment, which you gladly didn’t share with Hobie. Even though you two talked about moving in together for months.

I guess it was all talk and no do.

You took your shoes off as fast as you could, fast walking to your bedroom as you threw yourself on the XL twin bed. It didn’t matter anymore that everything would get wet, nothing mattered.

The uncomfortable sticky feeling of the clothes sticking on your body was quite annoying for you, so you decided to finally stand up from your depressed state and change into a pair of hoodie and joggers, with new socks.

You can shower tomorrow, right now you begged for sleep just to forget you even exist for a while. That anything exists.

If there even is a god up there, may it please be in a good mood so you can get over Hobie as quick as possible.

Multiple missed calls and messages ringed on your phone, waking you up from the comfortable state you were in, which changed into a bad aura.

With a huge annoyed sigh you opened your eyes with the slightest to check who was annoying on 9am in the morning.

Hoboo<33

Babe

Where are you?

Babyyyyy

My boo whats wrong???

*send 9:47pm

Answer me, what the fuck is wrong???

I’m coming over

open the door when I’m there

*send 8:56am

Asshole. That was the only word that went through your mind as you put your phone into ‘Do Not Disturb’ mode and left to go to the bathroom.

Usually you always ate breakfast before going to the bathroom, but this time you felt like not eating anything in the morning. The appetite wasn’t there.

The lights of the bathroom flickered before brighting up the small space and make your eyes hurt.

You splashed cold water on your face after the whole brushing teeth and mouth cleansing stuff. Even if you went to a depressive state, it did not mean you couldn’t take care of yourself.

Right when you were leaving the bathroom, a harsh knock was on the door. Not even a knock, straight up a banging sound.

As the dumbass you are, you walked to open it. Seriously did you forget the ‘don’t open the door to strangers’ rule? And to top it all you forgot that Hobie was coming over.

The so called stranger was Hobie when you opened the door by the slightest. As soon as you realized with wide eyes and made eye contact, you tried slamming the door shut on his face, just for the effort to go to waste by a harsh push from the other side.

Hobie barged in, making you let go and step back while he closed the door behind him. Not even bothering to take off his shoes.

“Leave”, were the only words you were able to let out, with a disappointing mumble voice.

“Why?” he sighed before continuing, “What did I do wrong, Why did you ignore my messages, love?”

There was that sweet raspy voice. The sweet voice you would just dream of ending with one punch, as much as it would make your heartache worse after.

None of you spoke as the silence increased. It wasn’t those romcom silence where it had something comforting in it, instead it was those ones that made you blast music to the full volume as long as it meant you wouldn’t hear the other person even breathe.

“Are you seriously crying?” this time it was obviously mockingly, enough for you to snap as you tried to push him out the apartment.

“Please, just leave. I don’t wanna do this, leave!”, your voice went high pitched at the end, shocking hobie that you snapped at him.

Your pushes didn’t make him move one inch. But after a while Hobie tried moving a little to give you the satisfaction of you actually moving him.

The hoodie wasn’t holding you warm anymore as you bursted into more tears, clearly sobbing loudly. You tried swinging your fists against his chest, instead getting held by your wrists with his cold hands equally to his cold heart. Yet they felt so comforting.

You really were a freak, huh.

He pulled you into a hug, warm enough to make you cry more and more. Breath shakey and unable to breathe almost. Eyes swollen from all the crying.

Your fists were on his chest, still trying to push away, break out of the overwhelming comfort. The unwanted comfort. Yet your body wanted it more than anything.

“Baby, tell me what happened, let me fix it, please” Hobie broke the silence as he laid his chin on top of your head. Shushing you.

“P-please.. Just leave, please”, with a sigh Hobie gave up and let go of you, clearly not wanna deal with this any further. You step one step away as you avoided eye contact.

He walked back to the door and left it slamming, with no last words. Silence again, the not so comforting silence.

You hated it the most, you would rather have kids screaming here instead of this lonely silence. Anything to make you feel alive and live life.

Were you asking for too much?

‘But isn’t that too risky?’

‘Just believe me’….

A kids show ran in front of you on the TV as you sat down and watched it with no complaints. Usually you couldn’t change it with Hobie since he is the one who can choose what to watch, but now you are alone.

Maybe forever or temporary.

Who knows? But you for sure have an assume.

You couldn’t dare touching the TV remote by a fear taking you over. You didn’t know why or what that fear was.

It was just,

there.

Same for the feelings you still have about Hobie. Anyone by now would have gotten over it and plan a revenge. But you didn’t feel like moving at all. You only ate a sandwich from a friend that was sitting in the fridge.

For the past hours you were also just sleeping as you kept going through the memories.

The time where Hobie stood in front of your doorway with your favorite candy and a bag full of your favorite sodas.

It made you so happy, fill up with joy, just the thought made you smile in your head.

Even though he threatened to leave just because you refused to have a quickie for the night.

But that wasn’t Hobie right? He would never do that!

It’s all in your head, of course it is.

Same with how yesterday you were in the restaurant all happy and joyful just to find out he was cheating on you.

Maybe it was a misunderstanding? But the grip he had on her waist as his eyes fixated on her body, and the way he dragged her to the direction of the bathroom.

Were you genuinely overreacting or was this all valid?

Please, god above, help this poor soul.

‘I love this coffee type!’

‘Seriously? I hate it!’

You were sitting in a coffee shop after 6 days of rotting at home. Till now you had no messages or ideas of how Hobie is doing.

Other than that, you finally decided to go outside and maybe look if that would help you relax and move on.

You didn’t even really know if y’all broke up, but either way you felt like, breaking up.

Just throwing him away like he did to you.

Even if it meant regretting it for a few days or weeks while your heart aches non stop.

Even if it meant having to throw out or give the stuff back he seems to give you, even though he never let you touch them or wear them.

You sighed once again before sipping on the Latte you got. It did not taste the same, it was rather, sweet? The other times when Hobie recommended it, it was spicy and kinda burned.

Whatever, it doesn’t have to do with anything.

“Please, Let me in. I just wanna talk, love”, Hobie was talking to you from outside of the door, as you stopped yourself from crying in front of it.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to snap now or later.

“Fucking leave me alone, asshole! You weren’t this nice when cheating on me. I was so happy and reserved the restaurant for us two and bought you presents. Just to see you hook up with some woman like a total slut! Fuck you”, you screamed at the top of your lungs as you fell on your knees and laid your head between your arms, almost curling into a ball.

Dead silence. As expected, it was always that uncomfortable silence that made you feel like puke all over the floor and punish yourself for being so disgusting.

“I did not know. Baby, come out. Let’s talk, I can do it good for you”, he tries once again, like always. What does he not try? Probably murder. Since you are not worth getting his hands dirty.

“Fuck off before I call the police”, you say mid sobs, trying your best to show up dominant, just to sound whiney instead.

Hobie sighs loud enough for you to hear it and just want to punch him in the head with full force. Hopefully letting him get a brain damage.

“I’m sorry, just call me when you wanna talk. This will not be my last time coming here”, he promises before disappearing into the dark alleyways of the midnight.

You were on your knees with hands on the floor holding you up straight as you cried your heart out. The heart ache was getting worse by time as you couldn’t hold in everything anymore.

Why are break ups so disgustingly hard to do?

If only you could let it slide by a snap and go on with your life. Hopefully your healing journey would go well as Hobie finally disappeared.

Ready to start a new chapter and try to be less submissive and easy to manipulate.

Your only flaw being flawless was surely a way of others finding a flaw on you.

[satorugojoswiife]

in light of the previous anon's ask, are there any confirmed/canon ships in jjk? i just got into the series this year and i've seen a lot of people claiming satosugu is canon, as well as yutamaki.

Kenjaku x yujis dad.

There aren't really many, if any canon ships in jjk now that I think about it??? There seems to be something between hakari and kirara but nothing has ever been officially confirmed.

They are both very popular ships, but neither satosugu or yutamaki are canon. I understand why lots of people ship them though.

I'm not 100% sure but I think a big reason for lots of people saying stsg canon is due to the 'my one and only' line in jjk0, but that is actually exclusive to the viz translation.

The direct jp to eng translation is 僕の親友だ。たった一人のね -> "It was my best friend. The only one I have"

Viz's version, 'my one and only', still technically works but tbh I kind of feel like they worded it like that on purpose, almost borderline queerbaiting, but yeah.

Aside from that the ship does have lots of other things going for it tho! Definitely an important relationship in the series and whether people would like to interpret it romantically or plantonically is up to them. As far as 'canon' goes I'd say it'd be platonic (as of right now with the information we have).

While love is a very prominent theme in the series (the most twisted curse of them all, 'teaching' sukuna about love, ect.) I feel its mostly explored in otherways than romantic. Whether it be familial, platonic, or whatever. jjk is definitely not a romance focused series, so I'm not sure if we ever will see any canon ships explored. I guess mechamaru was heavily implied to have a thing for miwa, but.. . well, we know how that ended 💀

omg so sorry I went off on a tangent there !! I feel like people focus too much on what is and isn't canon. But idk who cares about canon, just ship what you like 💖 I hope everyone enjoys shipping their fave ships and has a good day 👍💖

Also ily satosugu and yutamaki shippers I don't mean for this post to come off as dismissive of your ships I was just trying to be as factual as possible. Ignore me tho and continue loving your ships!!

[theloveinc]

if u see me ignoring discourse it's because everything i have to say is insulting

[reinabeestudio]

you stop shaving as a woman and people just dont know what to call you anymore huh

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

"Fenris is hard to friend with a pro-mage Hawke" to YOU. Liam gets him though

[guinevereslancelot]

why are old people so sad lol

[skrunksthatwunk]

sometimes you need to go back and listen to the music you liked when you were 13 because it's good for you. and no im not talking about like emo nostalgia in this case we have enough posts about that. im talking about dad rock. actually im just talking about barenaked ladies

[mintmatcha]

I did t 3 (three) times and now have a noticeable mustache.

[jerry-hornes-foot]

Day Eight - Uniforms

993 words

18+ only

Smut

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: dom/sub; dom!reader; sub!steve; ownership; degredation; name calling; slut (steve); whore (steve); slut shaming; handjobs; steve harrington's scoops uniform; cum eating; chance of getting caught; semi-public; explicit language; not proof read

It's hard not to stare at Steve's thighs as he leans over to wipe down one of the tables at the other side of the room. The shorts are a little small for him, you can't help but wonder why he wasn't given a larger pair, but you're not complaining. When he stands up and turns to head back to the counter your eyes drop, scanning over the bulge pressed against the tight fabric. They really didn't leave a lot to the imagination and you had to admit you were grateful for that. He's talking to Robin, taking off his hat and throwing his dishtowel on the counter before heading into the back room. You can't hear what they're saying, but you know now is your best opportunity.

"Hey, Steve on his break?"

Robin looks you up and down, her eyes flashing between you and the scoops entrance for a second,

"Uh yeah, he's in the back... when did you-"

"He forgot his watch." You say with an awkward laugh. "I thought he'd want it, mind if I take it through?"

Robin squints at you, obviously suspicious, and you slip past her into the back room before she can ask you any questions.

Steve's sitting at the table in the back room, leaning back on his chair. He looks up at you with a look of mild surprise as you walk in, but before he gets the chance to speak you're pulling him off his chair and dragging him into the store cupboard.

"What are you doing?" He whispers as you click the door shut behind you.

Pushing him up against the shelving unit you grab hold of the ends of his neckerchief, pulling him into you and kissing him. Steve moans slightly against your lips making your heart flutter. Letting him go you stare into those wide, sparkling eyes and smile,

"Come on, Harrington, you can't go about dressed like that and expect me not to notice. I mean fuck, those legs alone are enough to drive me crazy."

Your hand slips downwards, cupping his crotch in your hand and watching as his whole body shivers under your touch.

"What if someone sees!" He protests. "What if Rob- fuck!"

Steve's body tenses as you gently cup and squeeze his balls before pulling your hand away. Turning your back on him you head towards the door.

"Wait!"

You spin around to look at him, spotting the perfect outline of his hard cock through the thin fabric of his shorts.

"I mean, if we're quick..." He stammers, checking his watch, "I have 13 minutes left."

Steve's fingers clutch desperately at the shelves as your hand pumps over his dick. You hadn't wasted any time, you know what Steve likes and you're more than happy to give it to him. Your hand moves in long swift strokes, making Steve's head roll back as he tries desperately to stay quiet.

"Such a little slut you're even dressed like one at work." You hiss.

Steve whines, nodding his head as he bucks his hips up into your fist.

"People must come in here all day long and look at those pretty thighs bulging out of those shorts. Doesn't matter though does it? Because we both know who they belong to, don't we?"

"Mm-hmm" Steve pants.

"Who Steve?"

"Y-you."

"Who?" You bark harshly.

"You! They belong to you. I'm all yours and my- fuck! My cock too, it's all yours!"

"That's right." You coo softly, leaning in close as you continue to stroke his cock, "Now, do you think you've earned my mouth on your cock, or should I just let you finish in your shorts and make you work the rest of the day? You'd like that wouldn't you, the little whore in his cum stained outfit. Showing yourself off so everyone can see what a pervert Steve Harrington really is."

Steve whines again, body starting to twitch in response to your harsh words. He's getting so loud you can't help but wonder whether people will be able to hear.

"So loud for me, baby. I think you want people to hear. All of Hawkins has to know what a little slut you are. My slut."

Dropping to your knees you pull the front of his shorts down, thrilled to discover he has no underwear on underneath.

"What's this?" You say with a cruel smirk. "Looks like someone was waiting to get fucked today. I hope you haven't forgot this cock belongs to me, Harrington."

Steve shakes his head dramatically, so dizzy with lust he hasn't the energy to reply. You open your mouth, letting the tip of his cock rest on your bottom lip as you pump it until his cum spills onto your tongue. Steve's knuckles turn white against the metal of the shelves as you lap the last dribbles of cum from his hypersensitive cock.

You take a few moments to sort his uniform out again, pulling his shorts back up and straightening his neckerchief. Giving him a soft kiss on the forehead you take his hand and you both walk back out to the front. Robin turns to you both as you come through the door, eyebrows raised at you. She passes Steve his hat and dishcloth, then does a dramatic look around the room before asking, in that familiar sarcastic tone,

"Oh, hey, Steve, do you have the time?"

"Uhh..." Steve checks his watch. "4.15, why?"

Robin looks him up and down, then flashes her eyes over to you and shakes her head slightly.

"No reason." She says with a laugh.

You can feel a heat creeping into your cheeks. Steve turns to look at you, mouth opening to ask you a question, but before he can you kiss him on the cheek and scurry out the door, waving to Robin as you race away. You're certain Steve will have questions when he gets home, and you'll be more than happy to punish him for asking.

[nonbinaryaubrey]

imagine if you tried to reconnect with your old friend group after 4 years but then one of your old friends died and the other one moved away. which then ultimately lead to the rest of you dying. and you got trapped in your old friend's dreamworld, meet your other friend who died four years ago and then finding out you are going to lose all of your old memories slowly by being stuck here. would that be fucked up or what?

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

How You Met 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗔 𝗔𝗖𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗬:

PAIRINGS: Umbrella Academy x Genderless!Descriptionless!Reader

REQUESTED: I would personally LOVE to see how you write a "how you met" by bestie ElianiaVance on Wattpad <3

A.N: I quickly learned I'm just gonna have more ideas with some characters than others depending on prompts - when it comes to preferences, that is - so beware the fluctuating lengths. Thank you so much for requesting, I loved figuring these out in my spare time!! Love you and miss you! Muah! 😘

WARNINGS: (under lila's section): r being in the ward with diego + a very brief mention of r having cigarettes, and knowing me, plenty of embarrassing typos :D

LINKS: main masterlist || tua masterlist

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LUTHER HARGREEVES:

Luther met you when he landed in the 1960s

You were under quiet protection from Jack Ruby and had been for several years until Luther quite abruptly came into the picture

It had been an uncharacteristically mundane night at the Carousel Burlesque and you were working behind the counters where you preferred to be

It meant good money and (slightly) less trouble from customers for you what with the 18 inches of oak separating you from everyone else

Now being Jack Ruby's right hand man meant Luther was always on his feet dealing with one brute or another who was either getting too handsy or too rowdy

Especially at the Carousel, so he really never got a chance to slow down, always on his feet, never getting a chance to rest

And this also meant he had been quite taken aback to have finally noticed you on a slow Tuesday night/Wednesday morning well into his first couple weeks

He had just sent away another drunk straggler begging to bring the place trouble when he returned to his post, arms folded and his back against the wall as he scanned the floor

That's when he spotted a striking young woman wiping down the bar with a certain crease in her brow and faded white rag; something right out of an old movie

She was trading laughs and passing jokes around with one of the girls waiting tables, Autumn, who had come to refill her tray with an unusual amount of interest.

And then you stepped in making this cheeseball's heart skip an actual beat, half smirk on your face and a roll of your eyes as you took the rag from the distracted woman and mumbled something Luther barely caught,

"You clearly can't be trusted, now gimme that."

The woman giggled and slipped around you and further back behind the bar and out of sight. "Sorry, hon,"

"Just get back to work, and quick," you called back, sounding pressed. Your fond grin betrayed your tone, however, and Luther found it infectious. "You know how Jack feels about presentation,"

"I know, darlin, I know. Can't blame a girl for having some fun, though,"

You smiled again, and leaned in a little. "As long as you finally come clean to the poor girl one of these days. I know she's been sweet on you just about as long as I've been here,"

Embarrassed but smiling like an idiot, your co-worker officially fled to the back for her unknown duties as she called out to you. "Thought we needed to get the counters done, Y/n~?"

I feel like I gotta put that out there before I continue any further─

You never once took his shit a day in your life and that includes first encounters

"I thought Jack hired you to toss out all the lookie-loos, not join in," were the first words you ever spoke to him. your eyes were still locked on the stubborn beer stain on the mahogany, but tired, and unimpressed, you dropped the rag and propped yourself against the bar and looked up at the man across the way

Luther gulped, his skin flushing a flaming red from his brow down to his shoulders when he realized you were talking to him. "You gonna keep starin' or is there something I can help you with, big guy?"

"My apologies," he'd said, all very quickly. "I just have been working here for about a month now, and erm, I don't know-- I realized I hadn't seen you before and I guess I--," he shook his head, and gave up immediately and flashed a tight, apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. Won't happen again,"

You had dropped the rag and any attention you held on your task after some consideration. "Luther, right?"

After a moment, he nods, not realizing you knew his name.

"Jack speaks highly of you," you said to him. Narrowing your eyes, you looked him up and down. He would have been more worried had it not been for the small smile playing at the ends of your lips. "I haven't decided yet,"

Luther gulped, swallowing any nervous rambles itching to escape. Instead, keeping himself composed, he managed to gesture to the open barstool across from you, "This seat taken?"

You rose a inquisitive brow, the smile still lingering on your lips and the flutters inhabiting Luther's stomach turned into knots of panic

"You're serious?" When Luther didn't say anything your smile grew in amusement. "Mister, you're still on the clock. Believe me, you don't want to end up on Jack's shit list,"

Luther could feel his cheeks flushing pink again. He nodded quickly, flashing a nervous smile, "Of course. My bad,"

You laughed at that. But it wasn't mean, it just seemed... light. "Maybe later, King Kong. We'll see,"

Luther didn't even care he had embarrassed himself

He was too caught up in that laugh. And you had a point. The night certainly wasn't young but it wasn't over either

And you had finished your task at the bar and were disappearing around the corner to get started on your next

He wanted to call after you - he wanted to talk to you more - he wanted to hear you laugh again

But he knew you were right

You both had jobs to do

And as he returned to his patrol, with less of a spring in his step, he recalled something that made his heart flutter

Not only did you know his name, Jack seemed to have told you a lot about him

Maybe not purposefully

But you knew him

Luther smiled to himself and allowed the hope to grow in his chest

DIEGO HARGREEVES:

You met at the Fighting Lion Gym

Now, between having been living there, working there, and, naturally, training there for years, he was quick to notice the new face that started showing up every Thursday

6:15 pm, every. Thursday.

Occasionally, you two would run in to one another at the lockers

He'd send you a nod, or, if he was feeling a little brave, he'd flash a wink or two the cheeky little shit

he's such a flirt, I'm sorry

Granted, a dorky one

But a flirt

Technically speaking, don't people buy stranger's drinks in bars or something? Not gyms??

And weren't they usually actual drinks?? Not pre-packaged snacks??

Welp, too late-- yall were at the vending machines at the same time and he panicked

Someone help this man

See, this is embarrassing, but uh,, you should probably know him swooping in and shoving a dollars worth of quarters into the machine just before you could was his way of flirting

I know, I know. But this is Diego we're talking about

Poor, dorky little suave Diego, trying to be spontaneous and pay for your snacks as a conversation starter

He was kinda nervous though, considering he came up with the plan in the two seconds it took to recognize you as he joined you at the machines

So, when he panicked he kinda came off a little too aggressive; at least, juuust enough to make him seem, to a total stranger who didn't know him anyway, like a, uh,,

Well, a egotistical knob

You gave him a look, not very pleased with what you perceived as an act of douchery, and he, bless his himbo soul, panicked and dug his heels deeper in the sand with a cheesy smirk

It fell pretty quickly after the eye roll and then altogether smothered when you shot him a look

"Really, man?"

Don't forget, he pulls off the perfect personification of the "???" and if you could read his mind all you'd hear was the dial-up modem noise

You're laughing. This man made a complete fool of himself trying to be smooth with you and you're laughing

But, Diego being Diego, he eventually smoothed it over and explained

(It was very dorky and charming, actually)

It made for a good laugh, and, in the end, he had gotten what he tried for--if not in the way he expected

After all, he had wanted an ice breaker, right?

ALLISON HARGREEVES:

Look at this literal ray of sunshine and tell me you're not falling in love

Like, come on--

Her smile, her jokes, her laugh?!

I love her and whoops I'm forgetting what I'm supposed to be doing here and just gushing over her/Emmy

Can you blame a girl?

Moving on

When Allison met you, she knew she was in trouble

Generally speaking, it's kind of a big no-no to like your kid's teacher ??

HEAR ME OUT OKAY

I mean, she always appreciated you and admired how well you got along with Claire, even during her marriage with Patrick

But when things got rocky, you noticed

More specifically, Claire did

Kids are smart little nuggets and they pick up on that stuff, whether you mean for them to or not

You noticed a difference in Claire, and it went on long enough for you to get concerned

You had reached out to Allison, suggesting a friendly little discussion about Claire and your concerns

Allison wasn't exactly thrilled about it, I mean, who would want people picking up on that??

But she did it, and was, eventually, glad she had

First and foremost, she was willing to for Claire's sake

But you had already proven to be an involved teacher who took the time to know each student and did your best to attend to each of their needs

That's a big point-getter in Allison's book, as it is with most parents

So she heard you out, and you two had a great talk

It lasted a little longer than either of you anticipated, but not for the wrong reasons

Claire was certainly better off for it, but, to Allison's surprise, so was she

It was an unspoken lifesaver, having you keyed in on the situation at home cause in times where she showed up a bit late to pick Claire up (thanks to meeting with lawyers that occasionally ran late), you were there with great understanding and, more often than not, putting a smile on her daughter's face

Again, I wanna stress that it didn't happen often, and when it did it she felt a lot of guilt and stress; she would come rushing in, rain on her jacket and slightly out of breath stating she was had made it, and traffic didn't help but she came as fast as she could, and yet, that stress was ebbed away -- by just a hair -- when she saw you with Claire

The two of you would be in the classroom, you sat with her in one of those little kiddie chairs, coloring with her, the two of you laughing about something

Claire would be telling a story as you two scribbled away with the crayons -- she'd be giving you advice on shading techniques you eagerly accepted in between her words -- and Allison had hardly seen another adult other than herself and Patrick talk to her like that; really on her level and taking her seriously, with great respect, while still indulging and being silly and encouraging and letting her be a kid

You weren't ever condescending, with any of the kids, is what I'm getting at

Any worry she had that you would be upset or agitated in any way with her for being even the slightest bit late vanished when you two would look up and welcome her with big smiles and a brief summary of the day and/or whatever games or activities you kept yourselves entertained with

She'd still apologize profusely to you and Claire, but time and time again, you reassured her you understood

Even on days where, yeah, sure it'd been a long, tiring day and a nice hot bath at home was calling your name, you never let it interfere with Claire's needs and until she was back with her or Patrick, she was your responsibility

Claire is also just the cutest, sweetest, smartest little nugget and you love interacting with her

You're a HUGE help and your being her teacher makes a difference both her parents appreciate, divorce or not

You do get along with Allison a bit more though

Claire sometimes gets impatient when you get talking with her mom, cause whenever it happens she feels like she's waiting there forever

You two always have something to talk about, and by the time the school year ends, you and Allison are close and even though things get bittersweet as Claire moves up into a new grade with a new teacher, everyone's happy to hear you're just down the hall

(And one phone call away)

Look, you're a hit in Allison's book, that's allll 👀👀

KLAUS HARGREEVES:

SUNSHINE BABY WHOM I LOVE DEEPLY ALSO

Very kissable nose

Relatable hero

Has done nothing wrong ever in his life and we know this

This one is short, but sweet 😋

Uniquely enough, you technically knew Klaus from the 1960s and met him in 2019

That is... the new 2019.

History nerd here! Out of all the chaos surrounding the JFK incident in Dallas (edit: The Kennedy Six! Thank you s3!!) you were particularly horrified/captivated by the cult Destiny's Children that swept the nation in the early 60s

It utterly fascinated you, particularly the fact that the cult ─ and it's leader ─ materialized and disappeared out of thin air all within the matter of three years, without a trace

Needless to say, when you bumped into him on the sidewalk your eyes went wide

Klaus, who was still used to being occasionally recognized as The Séance back in his 2019 was surprised to hear your claims of the Prophet

He had felt his muscles tighten and the dread creeping into his chest - he should of known his luck wouldn't be better than this - he wouldn't ever escape the title of Prophet

You had given a nervous laugh

"I wouldn't exactly call myself a member of Destiny's Children," you chuckled. Klaus' looked at you, almost shocked. "Erm, no offense," you were tempted to say

"Oh?"

"No, see, erm, I'm just a bit of a history buff? I'm probably way too into conspiracies, and the sudden rise and disappearance of the Prophet in the 1960's is one of my favorites. I mean, people actually say they swore they saw him in Dallas one day, in strange clothing shortly before he came on the rise. I mean," you laugh in wonder, looking at him curiously. Like you were challenging him. "It's like he just... dropped right out of the sky,"

Klaus had huffed a little laugh, and gave you a cocky smile. "Got any theories?"

FIVE HARGREEVES:

Believe it or not, you two met in the apocalypse a few weeks after he landed there

You honestly don't know how you survived, you were still scratching your head over that one

Let's just say your neighbors paranoia-fueled survival lifestyle complete with bunkers can sometimes pay off I guess, nevermind the fact you still should have been cooked

But who needs all that when you're trying to come up with plot!

But here you were, wondering if you could call it luck that your neighbors were out of town and you just happened to be house sitting for them when you saw the alerts

It bought you seconds at most and you obtained some pretty impressive burns but you lived. You lived.

You couldn't say the same for same for your family or the rest of the world

for all you knew you were the last one on earth and it was devastating

You were on your own for years, surviving on scraps in the bunker, and when you deemed it safe enough to leave you scavenged from there

It wasn't until your third year in the apocalypse you found Number Five

You didn't think he was real - he didn't think you were

Both of you were supposed to be the last ones on earth. Both of you had endured the end of the world, lost your family and survived a global catastrophe and had fought to survive and see another day for three years believing you'd never see another living human

And then you were just

there.

You'd think stumbling upon each other in such a high risk environment would be a startle, right?

Yeah. You'd think.

Relief was all that could be felt in such a time

Neither of you were the only ones on earth! And if you two were alive maybe others were!

It became quite clear quite quickly that you two were each other's only hope against the cruel, unforgiving loneliness at the end of the world

But you two still made it your mission to find others, even if it was just a reason to keep each other up and surviving

So the two of you, and your little, 15-16 yr old selves, set about the apocalyptic wasteland and grew up together

Well into your 30s and 40s, you two celebrated every birthday, every holiday, even every mourning day together (the day you two took to honor your families and everyone who lost their lives)

And then, as your 60s crept up on you, your dying world was flipped on its ass a second time

That being your recruitment for the commission along side Five ofc

It took some convincing with the Handler, but Five and you were long since a package deal

You were separated for a bit when sorted into the commission, but neither of you let that happen for too long

And before you knew it, Five and his silver (albeit snarky) tongue got you two on the same mission

The mission to be exact

Where he had long since been planning your escape

Of course, you can probably guess what happened next

He got the math wrong, and now you two were forced back into your 13 year old bodies

Which was actually kinda weird seeing each other like that besides the obvious reasons

You two hadn't met each other at that point, but it still wasn't too far off from your 16 yr old selves

But that's beside the point

You were now back in the year 2019

As a 13 yr old

Where your family was

And his

You came a long way from the end of the world together, that's for sure

BEN HARGREEVES:

Okay, okay

Stay with me on this one-

You're a ghost

Shocker for a Ben story, right?

You did, however, meet when you were children

Well, teens anyway

After Five disappeared, and several months before The Jennifer Incident

Klaus had been showing less and less interest (if one could even call it that) in his powers, especially now that Five was gone :(

Nothing was ever the same since, and (nobody knew it yet but) it was only going to get so much worse :((

But for a very brief period, Ben and Klaus made a little friend on an away mission

It wasn't exactly an Others situation, but it wasn't ...not ??? (mainly cause I haven't seen and/or read it but I do know about it kinda?? PFFTT)

They totally didn't realize you were dead, and/or that Klaus had summoned you

They were nice to you when you needed a friend

And some help

You followed them back home -- per their invitation -- and it wasn't until after you returned with them that things kinda fell into place

It made sense to them, after the initial shock

You weren't even entirely sure yourself, but like I said...

Things clicked

It was a difficult thing to process, but ultimately, given lack of family/friends around, you didn't exactly object to the idea of sticking around

... :(

Ben soon joining you was not something you were exactly excited about. You didn't want that for him! You didn't want that for anybody!

Oddly though, your being around and familiar by then made his transition easier

If you weren't close before, you were now

It's kind of hard not to bond over a situation like yours

It wasn't all doom and gloom though, you two found ways to have fun

Playing pranks had been a shared interest even before the Jennifer Incident, but pulling pranks as a ghost duo just opened so many doors lmao

Yall make it work for you, you adorable chaotic bastard duo <3

VIKTOR HARGREEVES:

You were in Viktor's orchestra!

You were in the (wood?)winds section, him ofc, in strings

The two of you tended to be the first (or more often, last) arrivals which became its own ice breaker

You always stood out to Viktor, but he could never place why

But it wasn't uncommon for him to find himself lingering at the door after packing up for the day, his eyes wandering across the room and seeing you still sitting in your chair, carefully and meticulously cleaning your flute for the day

He couldn't place it, but he felt as though going over, saying hi and just making nice was something that needed to be done

He eventually worked up the courage

"Hey," he had said, maybe just a little too quiet

You looked up all the same, a polite smile on your face that stuck out from the "polite" smiles he usually got from other members

"Hi,"

Bless yall, you two awkward cuties

"Your solo was beautiful, i really enjoyed it"

"Oh," you perked, sitting up a little bit straighter and your smile just a little bit bigger. "Well, thank you,"

Like I said, awkward cuties adpjfdt--😍

You complimented him on his playing too, and you just had a way of speaking that made it impossible for Viktor to think it was just you being nice

The longer you two speak the harder it is to believe you two hadn't previously known each other (outside of a first name basis that is) sooner

Yall have a lot in common, and are already talking about meeting after practice some time when you're interrupted

Apparently you two had sat talking long enough that people were waiting to shut down and close up the place

A bit flustered, but decidedly not in the slightest bit done with your conversation, the two of you grabbed your things and scuttled out and stumbled into the nearest coffee shop

It became a Friday tradition

And then you started doing it on Mondays too

And then soon enough, it became abnormal for you two not to hear from each other at least once or twice a week

I'll say it again

Cuties 🥰

LILA PITTS:

It wasn't supposed to happen like this

At least, that's what Lila kept telling herself

Everything had been going according to plan. That was until she actually met her two targets; Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb-Arse

A.K.A; Diego and you

Yep. A Hargreeves. She couldn't believe she was falling for a bloody Hargreeves

The plan was so simple

boring, more like it

after her recovery, the Handler had finally sniffed out the coordinates of your and your siblings whereabouts

Tsk, Tsk little Five, tsk tsk. Him and his siblings were scattered everywhere in different times - left to fend for themselves in a new place. All alone.

It was perfect!

And, by the looks of it, she had found an even more perfect target:

Diego Hargreeves - The Kraken - little stuttering Number 2. The weaker of his siblings and the more naive of his umbrella counterpart - Number Eight; The Magnet (the Handler's words, not mine)

While Diego had a reputation for his trajectories, you were well known for your skills in retrieval - just about anything you could lay your eyes on you could summon forth directly into your hand with the flick of your wrist. And despite your contrasting differences and how the public often depicted you two in your youth, you and your brother where as thick as thieves

Which is precisely why neither Lila or her mother anticipated you getting your ass tossed in the ward right alongside your brother

Again, the public reputation of your family was very different from reality

So when Lila got herself tossed in the ward and her hands on the patient list ─ don't ask how, some things are better left a mystery ─ she was certain she had the right Hargreeves

'D. Hargreeves'. Right in between 'M. Haddock' and 'V. Haverly'

Plain and simple. It was that dimwitted Diego she had heard so much about

Which is precisely why it threw her through such a loop when you showed up for group, strolling right up next to your brother and taking a seat with a tired look

Apparently, unlike your brother, you gave a fake name in attempt to avoid as much attention as possible--just in case your father was as well known in this time as you thought he might be

It took a few sessions for you two to finally speak for her to tune into your stories

Diego, ofc, giving his entire life story about the academy, the doomsday you two had just encountered as well as the assassination of JFK he was so determined to stop

You were involved heavily in his stories, and yet you refused to give yours

No doubt these knobs heard Diego's accounts of his assassination attempt on Oswald, saw you with him, and in his stories and decided that was reason enough to throw you in too

The point is, whatever landed you in here you refused to talk

Even when Diego insisted he was telling the truth: even considered demonstrating his powers but you had quickly convinced him that would just get the both of you landed somewhere worse

Okay, that conversation was hilarious and she kinda hated the fact that she laughed a little under her breath

Foolish though, considering her duties

But dang it, she couldn't help it

The first time you two technically met was during group

Granted, everyone was introduced but Lila decided to count it when you first locked eyes with each other

Nothing too extraordinary happened, it was a simple first glance but she'd be lying to herself and everyone here if she said something didn't make her linger for a second longer

The truth is, how you two actually met wasn't exactly one specific moment

but lots of little moments, until you two were actually speaking

Like I said, there were introductions in group

Passing supplies during crafts (you were somehow angrier than your brother when it came to craft making, which struck her as yet another surprise)

Getting ahead of herself every so often during recreation and making the occasional quip at you two

(That's another thing, she loves poking fun at either of you, the reactions she gets are priceless: Diego with his hilariously short fuse and your total unpredictability)

She made sure you came to her first, but not without lots of interference (mentioned above)

Finally, one day, you join her at the fence during a particularly sunny recreation hour and she's just a bit more excited about it than she probably should have been (you're not even her target!)

You aren't right next to her, you aren't super far away

But you're there, gaze raking the outside world beyond the metal fence maybe four paces to her right

You don't say anything at first

You just stand there, huffing about whatever had agitated you, and an easily dismissible look about you no one there but Lila could recognize

It was a feeling she understood without ever having acknowledged it in the first place, one that whispered of the inexplicable itch she'd had for the past several years

And without ever understanding what that feeling was, she still felt it an unspoken connection you two had; just something you two had in common

And maybe, just maybe? you felt it too?

Regardless, you spoke to her properly for the first time ever -- words she would never, ever forget;

"Lifted a pack off of that douche Joe over there," you nodded discreetly across the yard at one of the orderly's under the shade of a small tree. He was slumped against the bark, his head dropping up and down as he fought sleep, his "CALL ME: 'Joe'" nametag hanging crooked and loose. The pack in question extended to Lila with a single cigarette poking up from the mass. "Want one?"

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