#never thought i would love these bunches of dorks before

[sorrowsofsilence]

Deeper • Ruffilo

Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x FemReader

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: Smut (18+, unprotected PnV pls wrap it before u tap it, slight breeding, inside orgasm), alcohol, swearing, jealousy, teasing. Legit just smut but with some plot lol

Prompt: you know what they say, bassist string it deeper.

Authors note: I’m so fucking tired but I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am a literal puddle. Also this ended up being way longer than intended, oops :3

THIS IS A FANFIC USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THAT THIS PERSON WOULD DO THIS IRL OR ACT LIKE THIS! ITS FICTION!

Tags: @sammyjoeee @cookiesupplier @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @th4t-em0-k1d @lans-angels @dsireland86

Well, you know what they say, bassists do it deeper.

Ruffilo was never a fan of social situations, or people he didn’t know. If he could stay at home and away from the public’s eye, he would. He’d be happy just living with his best friends and some cats, as he was extremely shy; but he was also very needy.

Nick was always fighting for your attention; especially when you laughed a little too hard at one of Folio’s jokes, or a sarcastic comment of Jolly’s. He’d wrap your fingers through his, pulling at your arm so you would sit next to him, tugging you gently away from whoever else you were talking to. Sometimes he got jealous of all the attention you’d receive, especially when out in public; but if anything he despised when you talked to Noah. You were definitely waaay too flirty with him- in Nick’s opinion- but he’d never tell you he thought this because you and him were just friends. Noah played into the teasing you gave him; even though he knew Nick had a thing for you.

It was Halloween, Noah’s birthday; all the boys plus a bunch of friends were celebrating in their Los Angeles home. Nick’s leg bounced anxiously as he sat at the kitchen table with a drink in hand, waiting for you to show up. He exhaled sharply through his nose, eyes staying fixed on the front door as he took a sip, nearly spitting out the vile red mixture. Vodka cran my ass tastes more like some sort of disgusting pink Whitney mix. He thought.

Nick’s mind began to race, thinking about you. You were an hour late, something that rarely occurred because you were always extremely punctual. He wondered where you were; his comfort person. His anxiety was rampant at the amount of people in their house. All he wanted was to see you, so you could tell him everything would be okay; but also because he was head over heels in fucking love with you.

Folio and Jolly were off playing a game of definitely rigged cup-pong, while Noah jumped through various conversations with each guest, thanking everyone for showing up to celebrate his birthday.

Nick took another sip, hand shaking in anticipation as he watched various couples dance through the kitchen, the music loud, echoing through the walls. He readjusted his Jedi- robes multiple times, tugging on the fabric nervously.

Finally, the front door opened, and Nick had to stop himself from standing up immediately at the sight of you, ready for you to hold him in your arms. You waltzed into the house, the thick-heeled boots you wore thumping against the ground, following the beat of his heart.

You smiled when your eyes met his, your dark burgundy lipstick parting, radiating against your skin; his heart pounded heavily. His eyes fought the urge to skim across your body, particularly across your exposed thighs, as the short black skirt you wore rode up dangerously high. He was practically melting in his chair, pants beginning to tighten at the thought of bending you over the counter, taking you from behind.

“What’s up Anakin,” you said, your own eyes glancing across his robes, grinning at his nerdy costume. Nick was always such a dork for Star Wars, but he was your dork.

Nick smiled, relief evident on his face that you were here; but the lingering lust he felt towards you crawled through his skin. His throat began to tighten, and words fumbled. He grabbed his cup, swallowing the remaining vodka-Whitney-cran or whatever the fuck it was, eyeing your every move as you made yourself at home, navigating through the kitchen with ease.

You placed your grocery bag of snacks and drinks you brought in the fridge, closing the door with your heel before cracking open a cooler, and taking a sip as you turned towards Nick. He loved how comfortable you were here, in his house, as if it was your own. Where you were meant to be.

“Hey,” Nick nodded, the corners of his mouth turned up. “Freddy Kruger.”

He maintained eye contact, your E/C eyes lingering in his, the glint in them playful, as if you knew what you were doing to him. The cut-up red and black striped sweater hung cropped across your body, leaving one shoulder exposed, a variety of fake slashes drawn into your skin. The faux-clawed glove was placed on your non-dominant hand, and a brimmed felt hat was placed on top of your head.

“Do you like it?” You asked, giving a slight twirl, and as you turned Nick swore he could see the bottom outline of your cheeks. His face flushed as he shifted in his seat, eyes turning to the floor, becoming very interested in the wood.

“You look fantastic,” Nick said.

You smiled as your face warmed at Nick’s words, even if prompted. Taking another sip of your cooler you hoisted yourself on the counter, sitting on top of the faux marble, the top cold against your thighs.

Nick’s silver eyes glanced up at you through his lashes, before he stood up, grabbing himself another drink.

“You drunk yet?” You asked him, and Nick shook his head in response.

“I was waiting for you, plus, I didn’t want to participate in folio’s rigged version of cup pong. Who plays it where if you miss the ball you drink?” Nick pressed his lips together, before going back to the punch bowl to fill his cup.

“The hell is that?” You nodded towards the bowl, curious about what sort of Halloween-themed drink was made.

“Some garbage Jolly mixed up.” Nick looked into the cup, shrugging before taking another sip. His eyebrows furrowed in disgust, squeezing his eyes shut.

A laugh escaped your lips, “Let me try.”

Nick walked towards you, your legs parting slightly as he stood between you, careful not to get too close, reaching the cup out for you to grab.

Instead of grabbing the cup you leaned forward, placing your lips against the plastic, prompting Nick to feed you the liquid. He tilted the cup, eyes watching your lips intensely as you followed his stare. You took a big sip, coughing after you pulled away. The alcohol flowed down your throat, burning at its strength.

“Jesus, that’s fucking gross,” you covered your mouth briefly before taking a chaser of your drink. You chugged the rest, letting your legs swing as they dangled off the counter, Nick still standing close to you, the heat radiating off of him.

You leaned to the side, tossing the can into the recycling as Noah turned the corner, his eyes brightening into a drunken smile as he swayed towards you, open arms.

“Y/N!” He yelled, the bass of the music pumping in the background.

“Noah!” You immediately jumped off of the counter, being engulfed in his embrace. Noah’s hands trailed down your back, dangerously close to the bottom of your skirt. “Happy birthday you nerd!”

Nick watched as you two hugged, his chest tightening as Noah’s hand rubbed up and down your body.

The two of you swayed, Noah, leaning all of his weight into you in a drunken state. You smiled into Noah’s hug, squeezing him. As you pulled away, you readjusted his Leaf Village headband, a sly smile playing on your lips.

“You’re such a dweeb,” you pushed Noah’s shoulder, and he smiled staring down at you, “and you’re so drunk already.”

“Nahh ” Noah wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against him, “you’re just not drunk enough. Time for some shots!”

You laughed, agreeing as Noah reached into a cupboard for a bottle of tequila- something he knew was your favourite. Noah filled two shot glasses, before you wrapped your elbows around each other, taking two shots of alcohol together in a ritualistic fashion.

Nick averted his eyes as his breath hitched, refusing to watch as Noah held you to his side after the two glasses rested back on the counter.

Your head rested on Noah’s shoulder as you hiccuped from the alcohol, eyes looking up at him. Noah began to sway back and forth to the music, pulling you along with him, before swinging you around. You laughed with Noah, smiles beaming against each other. You followed Noah’s body but watched Nick the entire time.

Nick didn’t look at you, eyes fixated on his cup that he took another drink from, swallowing every drop of liquid. You sighed, shrugging Noah off of you before walking up to Nick, and wrapping your arms around him. He stiffened at your touch but put his arms around you.

“Aw Nicky, are you jealous?” You teased, reaching up to run your fingers through his long dark hair. Your chest rested against his own, and you could feel his heart vibrate against yours. You tried pulling his body to dance with the music, but he remained put, placing his arms across your back, hand holding you against his chest.

“Thanks for the drink No-wah,” you smiled cheekily at him.

Noah grabbed a beer from the counter, “anything for my baby girl.”

Nick was jealous. He was jealous at how easy you and Noah got along, and how you were ready to be in Noah’s arms at any second, but he didn’t know that you knew this got under his skin.

You knew flirting with Noah made Nick jealous, and you loved how possessive Nick always got once you went crawling back to him. You wanted Nick to be jealous, and you wanted him to want you.

Both of you desired each other, but neither was brave enough to make a move.

“C'mon,” you grabbed another cooler from the fridge for you and Nick, bending over slightly in his direction so your ass was barely exposed to him.

Standing up you sauntered towards him, hanging him the can before grabbing his hand. Feeling the warm feeling of the alcohol start to pulse through your veins, you tugged him along the house, walking past the crowd of people before you walked into the living room.

You wrapped your fingers in Nick’s inked ones, holding him close to you.

The living room was packed with people, the only spot available being on the couch; for one person.

You motioned for Nick to sit before inviting yourself to sit on his lap. Nick’s breath caught in his throat in surprise.

You wiggled to get comfortable, and Nick placed his arms across your torso, holding you still against him.

You knew he wouldn’t be able to contain his excitement if you kept moving.

Folio and Jolly’s cup pong game was going on in front of you, and as you brought the can of alcohol to your lips you couldn't help but let a sly smile play at your lips as you thought about teasing the man beneath you.

You pushed into his lap, wriggling your hips along to the music.

“Sorry Nicky, trying to get comfortable,” you said playfully, chugging the can of alcohol before placing it on the coffee table.

Nick’s fingers dug into your hips, attempting to hold you still against him; but he hardened beneath you, a quiet groan heaving from his throat as you shifted along his lap.

“Y/N,” Nick warned, letting a hand go as he grabbed his can, drinking the entire thing to give him the liquid courage.

Both of you felt the buzz of inebriation, allowing the warmth to consume you. Pretending to be invested in the game ahead you leaned back, placing your back against Nick’s chest, letting his hands roam the top of your thighs.

“What are you doing,” Nick asked through gritted teeth, but his heart raced in anticipation at your actions.

You dug your hips into him, feeling the music. No one would be paying attention to the two of you, everyone, including yourselves, would be too drunk to notice.

Sitting up you spun your body so you were straddling his waist, legs parted on either side of him. Your skirt was so short it rode up, exposing the underwear you wore beneath; but only for him to see.

Nick swallowed harshly, eyes glazing over in infatuation as he watched you, your lip finding its way between your teeth. Placing your arms around his neck you eyed every expression, glazing over every detail of his face as Nick flushed. As your body swung back and forth gently, you gained the courage to lean forward, placing a gentle kiss on Nick’s lips.

Nick stared at you, almost in shock. He wasn’t sure if this was a prank, or if he was already so far gone that he was lucid dreaming.

Nick's hands glided along your thighs as they gripped you from behind, squeezing gently. You had kissed him, and his entire body was on fire.

“Kiss me,” you said in a hoard whisper, almost desperate, waiting for Nick to respond to your first move.

Nick was hesitant and nervous as he pulled himself closer to your lips, brushing over them gently, before closing the gap between you.

You sighed into his mouth, relieved as Nick reciprocated feelings, allowing yourself to relax into his touch, body heating as his hands roamed behind you, squeezing gently at the skin.

You deepened the kiss, pushing your lips firmly into his, closed-mouth kisses opening with each wave, allowing your hands to roam into his hair, tugging softly on the strands.

Nicks's body convulsed below you, and he pulled away, staring up at you with awe.

“Want to go upstairs?” You asked, and he nodded eagerly as you crawled off of him. Nick grabbed your hand hastily as he pulled you behind him, the journey up the stairs feeling like it dragged on forever.

The music pumped below you as Nick closed his bedroom door, the sound dampening ever so slightly, the floor shaking with the bass.

Nick immediately shoved you into the wall, lips all over yours in desperation, devouring you, years of pent-up need coming out full throttle.

His hand roamed up your body underneath your torn long sleeve, granting himself access to all the curves he’d dreamed of touching. The number of times he touched himself, fantasizing about your taste, left his knees weak as he let his mouth explore yours, finally.

You moaned against Nick's lips as he fondled your chest, his hands searching very crevasse of your being through years of missed opportunity. You moulded into his touch, feeling excited as your abdomen vibrated in complete want for the man holding you against the wall.

Nick's fingers lingered underneath your skirt before pulling it up gently, grazing between your panties before roaming back up.

You moaned against the subtle tease, eyebrows furrowing as you pulled away from his kiss.

“Nick, please, don’t tease me,” you whined, pressing your forehead against his own.

Silver eyes bore into you as his lips tugged up into a sly smile, “if you don’t like my teasing, why are you moaning?”

Nick’s fingers roamed between your legs again, gently pressing where you needed him most and a feral sound escaped your lips, leaving you embarrassed. Nick stared at you with lust, almost in shock by how you were reacting to him. Nick allowed his fingers to glide between your body and underwear, feeling between your folds. His already hard body pulsing even deeper as he felt how soaked you were; all for him.

“Please,” you said as he touched you.

“Please don’t stop Nicky,” you whispered as his hand dipped between your layers. Nick planned to make her soar, but first, he loved hearing you beg for him, and only him.

“What do you want,” Nick's lips brushed across yours, this unknown confidence sending his hormones to the moon. The woman of his dreams was wriggling beneath him, desperate for anything he had to offer.

“I need you,” you said, pulling his face into yours again, allowing your tongue to explore his mouth, tasting all of him. “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t even walk.”

Nick almost melted at your words, his heart beating so fast in disbelief. You want him to pleasure you.

He nodded eagerly, pulling you towards his bed, and tossing the Star Wars bed sheets aside. Nick pushed you into the bed, on top of you with all of his weight, allowing himself to dominate over your body.

Kissing down your neck your hands roamed across his back, and finally, he stared you down.

“Are you sure you want to do this Y/N? Because there is no way we are just fucking friends after this. You’re mine.”

You shuddered at Nick's possession, nodding, “I’ve always wanted to do a little more than kiss.”

Nick blushed, kissing you again before letting his lips trail down your neck, sucking on the delicate skin that lay between your neck and collarbone.

“You’re mine.” He said, marking what was his property before turning your body so you were above him.

“Ride me until your legs start shaking from the pleasure. Let me fuck you so deep you can’t even think about anybody else ever again; then I’ll flip you over and drill you to finish it off.” Nick growled, and your eyes widened at this needy side of Nick you’ve never seen before, but you were ready to give him anything he wanted.

Nick pulled off his robes, leaving his body exposed for you, you pulled off your sweater, showing off your chest and Nick's eyes devoured you, absorbing everything you showed him. He’d dreamed of this moment and what you looked like many times: but even his mind couldn’t come up with anything as beautiful as the real thing.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” he worshipped you allowing his hands to follow your curves once again. He pulled up your skirt, exposing your lower body as he moved your underwear to the side, positioning himself below you.

“I can’t believe you wore a skirt this small with no fucking shorts,” Nick mumbled, preparing himself.

“I wore it just for you,” you smiled, before closing the gap and pushing down onto Nick’s body, your arousal gliding you smoothly along him. Both of you groaned in disbelief, Nick relishing in how good you felt wrapped around him, his body finally reaching every part of you.

Your mouth opened widely as Nick filled you, a squeak of shock tugging at your throat as Nick squeezed your sides, pulling you up and down to get you to move.

You slid up and down his body with ease, hands on his chest for support as you road him, rolling and grinding deeper into his body, Nick hitting every point possible. Nick wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you into his chest as he began pounding into you from below, putting all of his effort into fucking you.

“Moan for me Y/N,” Nick begged, “show everyone who’s fucking mine.”

Nick's hands gripped the back of your head, fingers tangled in his hair. Every ounce of his body vibrated as he fucked you, his hips slapping against your thighs as you straddled his lap, taking everything he offered. He gave you his everything, never fucking anyone as hard as you, wanting to make you feel good.

Nick couldn’t believe how fucking beautiful you were as you cried out his name, the syllabus rolling off your tongue in complete satisfaction; and Nick knew that he would cum at any moment. He slowed his pace, wanting this to last forever.

Your nails dug into Nick’s shoulders as you clung to him, taking him well. Nick hoped you were loud enough against the music so Noah would hear; he wanted him to know that you finally got what was rightfully his.

You moaned Nick’s name as your stomach churned, nearing your release; Nick repeatedly hitting your spot over and over. You closed your eyes in ecstasy, your body turning limp as you screamed, shaking and convulsing against Nick through your orgasm.

Nick pushed into you, and you swear if he fucked any harder he’d be able to split you in half with how deep he penetrated.

“Where can I come?” Nick asked, on the brink of his climax. Y/N’s skin stuck against Nick’s chest.

“Fuck, inside of me,” you cried, pushing yourself against Nick’s hips, the only sounds filling the room were the sound of fast slaps and a string of moans fighting against the bass of the music below.

“Oh my god Y/N I’m going to I’m going-“ Nick’s fingers dug into your back, tearing your skin as he shook below you, twitching inside through his orgasm. You kissed him deeply, moaning against his lips in complete satisfaction as his release filled you, taking over your body.

“Fuck,” your head swung back, a wide smile parting your lips before you looked down at him, still sitting on top of his body.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you moan,” Nick smiled, satisfied as he rolled you over, pulling him into his chest, “it was fucking music to my ears.”

You chuckled, nuzzling against his chest, “So, friends off?”

Nick joined you, his throat vibrating as he laughed, “Oh yea, I’m ready to move to the stage where we can fuck whenever we want. Oh, and I can take you to dinner and we can hold hands.”

You smiled, holding yourself closer to him, “Deal, but only if I can suck you off next time.”

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Who’s next, folio or jolly? ;)

[batmanfruitloops]

Happy 1st Anniversary to the Batmanfruitloops!!! 🎉

Whoo! This is such an achievement, but also it's such a crazy thought that it's been a WHOLE YEAR??? It means a lot that so many other people like our au as much as we do, and even more that we've been able to make friends; we want to thank all of you new and old for joining us here to have fun and enjoy the journey of our au!

With that said, I'd like to share some old art that's "behind the scenes" stuff from out time since we started our au.

also if you've been here since these were the profile picture and banner, you're a real one;

Fun fact, I (Sarsee) don't like fruit loops, but it was the first thing I thought of to name the blog, plus it was memorable. The au name being "Batman: A New Gotham" came later! Double plus, the abbreviation is BANG and I find that coincidence just delightful.

One of favorite changes that happened out of nowhere was John's eyes changing from more round to almond. He used to look a lot more like the Telltale Joker, but I feel like his current eyes fit better with his personality in our au. This also isn't going to show up because it's file names, but I had originally wanted to call the Joker "Jbird" like Batman calls him in the Lego Batman movie. (for context, it's the scene where Joker is tied to a bunch of balloons - you know the one - and side note, I want to redraw a screenshot from that with our Joker eventually) I don't have any pictures with a "Jbird" design because I never got the idea to work, I just thought it could have been interesting considering Joker works with Batman in our au and that would put him on theme with the Batfam being flying mammals/avians.

Most of the other original designs aren't too drastic either - or at least it doesn't feel like it to me. Scarecrow and Riddler have changed a lot though. And I think the changes that came about with Fluffy joining on board were much needed (Scarecrow's costume was always done by Fluffy, but I designed him out of costume originally -I was originally making the au myself, but that didn't last long when we started yapping about ideas to one another and never stopped) She also couldn't understand how I stylized his hair, so it became puffy and unruly instead of curly and gelled back. Ed can still gel his hair if he wanted to, just for special occasions.

Some old sillies as well from Fluffy;

we find the contrast between Batman vs. Scarecrow and Joker vs. Riddler very funny because it's so drastically different. The Joker and Riddler never really try to hurt each other, they just like to play into the dramatics and vibe while still on their separate sides. Batman and Scarecrow want to tear one another's throats out and watch them suffer for it because they have no idea what's going on in their heads.

with the villain!joker timeline, there's an alternate version of the Goon squad (Dork Squad + Joker) where it's Harvey instead of the Joker. Or as well, there can be all five of them. Harvey is the only person who can scruff Jo like the gremlin he very much is and he'll just let it happen.

I don't know if this will show up in the comic anymore, but at one point the Joker was going to refer to Scarecrow and the Riddler as Samhain and a leprechaun because they're both partially Irish - couldn't really be that specific with voice claims, and they'd be offended

and lastly, Ed gets cranky when he's tired

Batman and Riddler are the only two to get digital references at the time and man, do I much prefer how streamlined the final ones look. I mean, what was the dingy brown I had behind Batman? For a split second, Ed's coat was almost purple, but thankfully, Fluffy convinced me otherwise and suggested his shoes be purple. This is also before his vest, and now there's an in story reason for why he doesn't have it in the beginning. Also look at how skinny and tall Ed looked!! (he was still short, he's not allowed to be tall in our au)

That's all I have for now, we'd love to hear any thoughts/memories/etc. in the comments!

Love, Sarsee and Fluffy, your batmanfruitloops creatures

[creative-heart]

"Where the world made sense" Kuku x (fem!) reader

A/N: Hi lovelies!! Ok, so here goes another one, I think THE man Esteban Kukuriczka is the loveliest man ever! and I wanted to get in there with some angsty fluff for any and all who love this adorable dork. I really hope you enjoy it, it kinda came about with Shakira’s song “Antologia” for my spanish speaking girlies.

TW: Angst, fluff, may be a little mention to smut,just some kissing, social drinking and smoking, nothing too bad.

Word Count: 1.9k

Where Kuku and Y/N finally stop being stubborn and get back where they belong, to eachother

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Three years had gone by since Kuku left the apartment Y/N and him shared, three whole years, and the brunette still walked around in that old Rolling Stones t-shirt he had left behind when he packed his bags, she had never had the heart to reach out and give it back. Three years had gone by and it was the first time she was facing the chance of seeing him again, since the break up, Y/N had been adamant not to cross paths with him, even if it meant, making special plans for her cousin Matias’ birthday. This year though, it was different, he had begged her to come to his party, and she hadn’t had the heart to refuse him he was after all, the favorite of the bunch.

As Y/N got ready padding barefoot around the apartment trying to find the leather miniskirt she wanted to wear she kept circling back to the overbearing thought of Kuku being there, he would probably be, he was Mati’s best friend after all, she didn’t know if it was that chance of seeing him or what, but she kept changing outfits trying to look perfect as she took a glance at the time on the clock on her night stand- she was late, of course- “fuck fuck fuck” she muttered under her breath while she jumped around on one foot trying to put on her higheels and run out the door.

On her drive over, Y/N couldn’t stop replaying their whole relationship in her head, from that first awkward yet adorable hello at the wrap party for the movie, to the lazy fluttery kisses the brown haired sweetheart used to pepper her face with every morning, she remembered the first piece of furniture they bought for the apartment, and the first present she ever gifted him. It all felt so fresh, it all still stung too bad, maybe it wouldn’t have if something bad would have happened for them to break it off back then, maybe it would be easier if she could hate him, but of course she couldn’t, how could you hate the sweetest person alive?- what happened was that you weren’t important enough, he was never home, he always had better plans, remember?- she forced herself to be mad, she had felt so alone back then, and whenever she talked to him about it, kuku dismissed it as being nonsense. She sighed as she parked in front of her cousin’s place, she could hear the music roaring all the way from down on the street. She took a few minutes to compose herself, she knew she was going to cry if she went up immediately, so she got out of her red mini, rested against the closed door and light up a cigarette.

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She fixed her staple bright red lipstick while she rode the elevator up to the loud apartment and took a deep breath before knocking on the door, she had her arms opened, half expecting the birthday boy  to come greet her and as soon as the door started to open she exclaimed “HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SECOND BEST RECALT ON THIS EARTH!” and flung herself onto what she believed to be Matias’ arms only to be met by the perfume she knew oh so well, she wanted to stay in Esteban’s embrace forever, but she pulled away immediately brushing a strand of hair behind her ear and looking down so he couldn’t see her blushing.

“Oh shoot, Sorry Ku- Esteban” she corrected herself “I expected Mati to open the door, I didn’t mean to hu-” her sentence was cut short when he rested his warm soft hand on her forearm to calm her down and let her in.

“Nothing to apologize for babe” he said, the pet name coming as second nature to him when it came to Y/N he moved to the side so she could come in and took the chance to look her up and down -damn she looks absolutely breathtaking, she always had, how I ever got so lucky is the world’s greatest mystery- he wanted to kick himself for letting her go, for not fighting harder, he was still after all these years, undeniably, utterly and completely in love with the dark haired girl. Once she had made her way into the apartment, like she owned the place, commanding the scene as she did anywhere she went, he closed the door and went straight to the kitchen where his friend was.

Matias looked up at him from the snacks he was serving “what’s the matter with you, you look as if you’ve seen a ghost” he chuckled- I MIGHT AS WELL HAVE-  Esteban screamed internally and leaned over.

“you hadn’t told me Y/N would be here tonight, why didn’t you tell me?” The younger looked at his friend and laughed so loudly the whole building might have heard.

“Of course she was gonna be here, she’s my cousin, plus you guys broke up what…three years ago?” he quirked an eyebrow up at kuku “about time you saw each other again” he smirked and walked out giving him a wink. Matias very well knew they were both still stupidly in love with each other, and that the only reason they hadn’t gotten back together was because they were both too damn head strong to admit that they had made a mistake and that they missed eachother.

Esteban stood at the kitchen’s doorway, and there was Y/N as beautiful as ever talking to Malena and Pipe, wine glass in hand looking as beautiful as ever- no, she looks better than ever- and he could watch her all his damn life, seeing how her eyes crinkled at the corners when she laughed, that laugh that filled up any room, that came straight from her heart, head tilted back, free hand clutching over her stomach. And her hair, her long brown hair, perfectly done up with those waves that she would spend hours getting to be how she wanted them to, how he hated it when she sat on the floor, curling iron in hand, brow furrowed in concentration, he knew they would be late to wherever they had to go when he saw that, and yet, he would never change that sight. He quickly looked away when he felt her gaze fall on him, but he could see the soft sad smile painted on her lips, and he hated to be the reason for it to be there.

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As the night went on Y/N still hadn’t mastered the courage to go up to kuku and talk to him again, she knew she couldn’t, she would cry, or throw herself in his arms, or both, and she wouldn’t let that happen, so instead, she grabbed her third…no, fourth glass of wine and stepped out to the balcony to have a smoke, she needed the fresh air, she could feel the booze getting to her head. she light it up and rested against the rail, closing her eyes and letting her head fall backwards a little bit, enjoying the chill air, she didn’t even realize when the balcony door opened and out came that head full of gorgeous brown hair.

“I see you still haven’t broken the habit” Kuku said softly a small smile tugging at the edge of his lips as he saw the girl jump a little bit “oh sorry, didn’t mean to startle you”.

Y/N opened her eyes, and looked at Esteban, god he was still every bit as handsome as she remembered him to be and smiled softly “Not an easy one to break” she cleared her throat -especially when you’re drunk, sad and want to have your lips on his not on the cigarette- she thought to herself.

“It’s nice seeing you again Y/N/N” he started off quietly, hands fidgeting on the balcony rail as he stood beside her facing the street “I must say I was surprised to see you here, thought you would keep avoiding me” she looked at him again and had to fight the urge to brush that stubborn strand of hair off his face, it would always get in his eyes.

“I thought about it for a bit, but I had promised Mati, and I couldn’t break that” she stated before she could filter out the truth she kept looking at him she could look at him all her life “you look good, how have you been?” Y/N said quietly and bit her  lip seeing him shrug.

“busy…okay I guess” he turned to look at her, eyes immediately drawn to her red lips, god what those did to his heart “Mati told me you finally got the job, you’re now officially a model, congrats, I knew you would get it”- so he asked about me- Y/N thought as she nodded and just leaned in pressing a soft kiss to his lips, probably wine induced, and he returned it softly at first, and a bit needier as it went on, he had missed that, but he pulled away, she was clearly drunk “no, babygirl, I think it’s time for you to go home, you’ve had a bit to drink, come on” he said taking the glass of wine.

“Don’t call me that” she whined, not because she didn’t like it, but because it made her want him to keep saying it. He chuckled and threw his hands up in defeat.

“Come on, I’ll take you home” he said, and with that they left Matia’s apartment.

~~~~~

When they got to Y/N’s apartment, Esteban helped her out of her car and walked her up the stairs to the apartment they used to share and bit his lip while getting the door opened, once they were inside, he turned around “okay, this is where I say good-” he was cut off by her lips crashing onto his once more, still soft, but with a longing that hadn’t been there before, his hands instinctively went to her waist and he pulled her closer not wanting to break the kiss he took her back to the couch, he still knew the place like the back of his hand. When Y/N went to take her top off he stopped her hands, it took all he had in him to do so, but he did, and she sighed and sat up. 

“You don’t want me” she frowned looking down feeling stupid “I should have known” and he sat down laughing which pulled a furious look from those gorgeous green eyes.

“Oh no, believe me, I do, I have dreamt of this moment for three years, I want you more than I ever have, but you’re drunk, and if I’m gonna have sex with you again, I want you to be in all your senses, plus we have lots to talk about still” he stroked her cheek lovingly, he had missed this, and she nodded softly leaning into his touch.

“stay the night?” she looked into his eyes playing with his free hand and he nodded.

She smiled softly and walked him to the bedroom they once shared, taking her clothes off and throwing on his shirt. He smiled seeing that and got in bed with her, pulling her into his arms, determined to not let her go ever again, she fitted in there like it was meant to be, his chest had ached for her head to lay on it once more, and here they were, once again where the world made sense, once again where nothing else mattered.

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A/N: OFC he wouldn’t want to go all the way if Y/N was drunk, that’s how much of a gentleman he is. Hope you enjoyed it!  Also, let me know ig you want me to tag you in my next ones.

@madame-fear

[bonkwosher]

OMGOMGOMG… i saw your dan stevens character x reader post and i’m literally the happiest person alive over how accurate they are 😭😭💖💖 if you don’t mind me requesting (holding back sending so many requests in the future): how would frank/trapper/david react to a partner with stuffed animals/plushies? (as somebody who has a bunch of sanrio ones and kinda gets clowned on by some family members for it 😭) 🥺 + maybe what stuffed animals they’d give to their partner as a gift? THIS ONES SO SPECIFIC BUT 😭💖

A/N: I'm so incredibly glad someone enjoyed my headcanons that much. Also, please send me a million requests it would make me so happy (no pressure). Also Also, I loved reading your reaction through hashtags in your reblog lol

Pairing(s): Travis "Trapper" Beasley x GN!Reader, Adam "Frank" Barnett x GN!Reader (Separate), David Collins x GN!Reader (Separate)

Contains: The boys reacting to the reader having stuffed animals, the boys giving you stuffed animals, sex mentioned with Frank but barely, Frank being a dork, Trapper being a sweetheart, David being a good listener

Frank:

I have a feeling Frank might be a little weirded out, for lack of a better word, at first, especially if there are a lot of them. If you've got a couple he'll be fine with it but if there's a bunch he'll just be a little confused as to why they're important at first. Like this man can't grasp why you have an attachment to them.

As you spend more time together he'll pretty easily get used to them. If they have names he will only refer to them by name, he won't call them stuffed animals, plushies, stuffies, etc. He becomes like the dad that didn't want a pet, then cut to the dad absolutely loving the pet but never admitting it.

Like you two go to sit on the couch together to watch a movie & you left a stuffie on the couch & he fully treats it like a human. Like he nods at the little guy & goes "Gerald," in greeting before scooting the plushie to the side of the couch.

If you store a bunch of them on your bed, he definitely refers to them as "the fellas" regardless of their genders if they have any. Like he'll climb into your bed getting ready to cuddle you & acknowledges them saying, "What's up fellas?" Mainly because it makes you laugh.

He definitely does not like them facing you two when you're having sex or making out. He will turn them to face the wall one by one if he has to.

After finding out that you like plushies so much I think Frank would be the kind of guy to buy you one before he goes on long heists. He did it once & that made you smile so he kept doing it. The first time he brought you a little one, a white cat with yellow spots.

"You know, I'll be on a business trip the next couple days & I thought this one looked like me so I thought it would be a good idea. Now you don't have to miss me or whatever."

You definitely agreed that it looked like him. The little cat had a scowl & everything.

Trapper:

Trapper probably has an old stuffed animal from his childhood that's being held together by many different stitches & still sits on his bed to this day. So when you tell him you have stuffed animals he's not even phased, actually, he shows interest in them.

He wants to know their names, & if they don't have names he wants to name them.

There was a time when you & Trapper had gotten into an argument & he gave you some time to cool down & he stayed in the bedroom. The door was left ajar & you heard some quiet talking. After getting the right angle you manage to catch the man talking to your pile of stuffed animals that lived in the corner of the bed about how sorry he was & how he didn't mean to upset you.

As you watch your hand accidentally knocks the door a little causing it to squeak on its hinges. Trapper immediately turns to you, his face flushing when he realizes you were there. "I'm sorry, your stuffed animals are just really good listeners."

If any of your stuffies get ripped or you find a hole in one you better believe he goes full vet mode. He's had to do stitches before so sewing is nothing. He will play hard into the vet thing to make you laugh, especially if your stuffed animal getting ripped is a big deal for you. He'll whip out a stethoscope, wrap the limb that got ripped in some paw print bandages, etc. He also loves any praise about him being good at his job so please give him some.

I feel like Trapper's stuffie gifts would come with a story. Like the day he took out King Kong's tooth he probably got you a King Kong stuffie & told you all about it. Now next to whatever stuffed animals you have you have all the titans of the world (at least the ones he's worked on) in plushie form.

David:

David, like Frank, will probably have a little bit of a tough time gathering what makes them so special to you but he would probably just straight up ask you. David loves listening to you talk about just about anything, especially when it's something you care about. So when you tell them why they mean so much to you, it only brings him joy.

I imagine before you were even partners & he was heading off to the army (He would not have left if he had the guts to ask you out), you gave him a small stuffed animal to remember you by. As he was getting ready to go & everyone got a little teary-eyed, he swore to you that he would keep that little stuffie until he saw you again. That little guy survived a war & when David returned, you best bet that little guy was alive & well in his backpack. He stays with him in that big ass green backpack to this day.

Whenever you're away on business or don't get home till late, you'll arrive home to see David cuddling one of your stuffies to help him sleep. He claims it has the slightest smell of your perfume/cologne/etc & it reminds him of you.

If the collection grows past space on your bed for all the stuffies, David will build you a shelf for them. You won't even ask him to. He'll just see that you have space in your room for a shelf, you'll off-handedly mention you're running out of space on your bed for the stuffies, then he'll put two & two together & build you that thing. An added bonus, he'll probably be in a tank top or some shirt that shows off his arms on the hot summer day he decides to build it. Maybe even shirtless.

I feel like David wouldn't get you any specific stuffed animals. He would just wait for you to mention the ones you want, literally run across town to get it for you, then run back & it appears in your flock of stuffed animals the next day.

[bangchansimpxo]

Behind Closed Doors

pairing: mark lee x reader

genre: fluff

summary: mark lee is a member of the popular dance crew on campus, dream. he brings you to meet the other members and accidentally lets you glimpse the feelings he has for you.

cw: n/a

~originally posted on AO3~

Mark watched as you smoothed down your skirt, examining yourself in the mirror. Your hair fell in gentle waves, kissing your shoulders.

You turned towards him, his breath catching as he beheld the way the eyeliner brought out the sweetness of your eyes, “Do I look okay?” you asked.

Okay? Mark thought to himself. Okay was so incorrect. Stunning. Beautiful. Breathtaking. Okay was an insult when compared to the way you were shining.

But he couldn’t say that out loud; you were just friends. He wouldn’t mess up the friendship by telling you how perfect you were to him even when you were begrudgingly opening the door to your dorm room in your ratty t-shirt and baggy sweats when he came to bother you too early in the morning. So instead he settled on saying, “Yes.”

A pout formed on your lips but he stopped you from turning back to the mirror, “Come on, we don’t wanna be late.”

You were meeting his dance group today and you were very clearly intimidated. Sure they’d reached incredible heights with the views they’d wracked up on YouTube and TikTok. They’d even had TV performances and been asked to dance with stars during their concerts. But to Mark they were just a bunch of dorks who sometimes set aside their stupidity long enough to actually put on a few good performances — nothing to be intimidated by.

“It’ll be fine,” he said laughing at you as you twirled your hair nervously.

He watched your delicate finger twist a soft strand around in repeated spirals, running through so often some stray pieces came off around your finger.

Mark grabbed the fabric of your sleeve, gently tugging your arm down and the finger out of your hair with it. “Seriously, you need to relax, there’s nothing to worry about.”

“I know, I know,” you muttered, more to yourself than to him.

You fell into an easy silence, the only sound the soft hush of your steps on the floor.

He could tell you were still nervous. He watched your small hands fiddle with the fabric of your skirt, twist the rings on your fingers, brush through and straighten your hair. He wished he had the balls to tell you how beautiful your were. How it wasn’t what you were wearing. It wasn’t what makeup look you’d decided upon that day. It wasn’t how your hair looked. It wasn’t how you looked at all. It was just you. There was a glow about you as a person. Sure sometimes the clothes, the hair, the makeup, it enhanced that. But when you took all that away you were still as beautiful as before.

“Y/N,” his mouth started before his brain had caught up.

But the two of you had reached your destination — a classroom outside of class time where Mark and his teammates would be reviewing footage to note areas of improvement and you’d been invited to tag along because you were a fan. Or so Mark told you. He conveniently left out the relentless pestering from his friends to finally let them meet the girl he would frequently ditch them for. No matter how many times he told them it wasn’t like that, both he and they knew how he felt about you even if he never said it out loud.

Mark could hear the six voices inside fighting for dominance over each other. Leave it to Dream to generate enough noise to hear them down the hallway.

Your eyes met his as you both stopped in front of the door. He could see the nerves in them. He knew you weren’t the best around new people and big social functions tended to give you more anxiety than excitement. Perhaps it was the fact that he saw a twinge of genuine fear in your eyes that had his mouth opening before he could process the words he let loose.

“Y/N,” he started, “They’re going to love you, seriously, you have nothing to worry about.”

He sighed at the small restrained smile you gave him, not really letting the words sink in.

He reached out to tentatively hold your wrist, stopping your hands from wringing together. His touch was feather light but he could still feel the softness of your exposed skin.

“Y/N you’re talented, smart, driven, and beautiful. You’re one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met and I wish you could see what I see in you in yourself. You’re about to walk into a room full of doofuses who literally have half a brain cell between the six of them. They sometimes dance well, but I promise you they’re nothing to be intimidated by.”

It was then that Mark listened to what was around him.

Complete silence.

Internally groaning, he turned toward the view he was dreading but none the less expecting to see.

The classroom door was open, six faces were all peering out from the doorway. All wearing an identical shit-eating grin.

It was Haechan who started, “Jaemin you are talented and so so beautiful.”

“Chenle you’re one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met,” Jaemin continued, the male he mentioned making a dramatic show of delicately taking a hold of Jisung’s wrists. Renjun and Jeno made kissy faces, lips over-puckered in a way that was almost grotesque, at Mark.

Mark could feel the heat in his ears as he turned back toward you, “Y/N meet Dream.”

He would have been so much more embarrassed had you not been beaming at him with the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen.

[mmmichyyy]

Hello 🤗 if you're still taking prompts, numbers 30 and 65 please

#30: "be you. no one else can." #65: "i don't want you to stop."

welcome to the company! happy to help if you have any questions or need my assistance with anything :) -ian

mickey stares at the bright yellow sticky note on his keyboard, then looks over his cubicle. the tall ginger is chatting with some of the other employees by the water cooler, all sunshine and smiles like a bright light in the dull, grey office.

he crumples up the note and debates whether to toss it in the bin. he's not here to make friends - especially not the office assistant who looks like a walking motivational poster. the guy probably gets off on cheesy quotes like dream big! or live laugh love! or be you, no one else can! hell no. he's here to collect a paycheck so he can pay rent. that's it.

but, for some unexplainable reason, mickey can't bring himself to throw the note away. so before he can think too much about it, he opens the empty drawer in his desk and sweeps the piece of paper inside. whatever. it doesn't mean anything. nope.

-

the collection of neon sticky notes in his drawer grow as the weeks go by.

hope your first week of work went well!

going on a coffee run, let me know if you need anything :)

noticed you were asking around for a pen, so i just grabbed you a whole pack from the supply closet :)

we're all going to the taco truck on the block for lunch today, come with if you want!

just a heads up, avoid martha unless you want to listen to her talk about her cats for an hour lol

restocked the pantry with a bunch of snacks, if you're hungry :)

hey do you think robert will be offended if i tell him his toupee is crooked??

mickey hadn't replied to any of the messages at this point. he knows he's not special - ian probably leaves hundreds of notes for everyone, the attentive dork that he is. but the last note catches him off guard and he can't help but let out a loud snort.

without overthinking it, he scribbles a reply on a notepad and sticks it on ian's desk.

you should tell him the thing on his head looks like a dead raccoon. -m

later in the afternoon, mickey holds back a grin when he bumps into robert in the washroom, muttering under his breath while vigorously adjusting his hair.

-

it takes him a few more weeks to realize that not a lot of people in the office communicate via sticky notes. in fact, he's the only one who gets daily notes on his desk, so much so his drawer is nearly filled to the brim. he's really not sure what to make of it, actually. he's barely spoken ten words to ian in person, yet he has an entire physical collection of the guy's random thoughts and musings.

curiosity and intrigue (or perhaps his inexplicable attraction to redheaded alien-looking guys) get the better of him - so finally, he breaks all his rules and marches up to ian's desk.

"what's with all the notes, red?"

ian looks up, surprised, all wide-eyed and flushed cheeks. mickey thinks this is the first time they've been this close in each other's personal space, so close that he can see the light freckles smattered across ian's face. he resists the urge to trace the dots with his fingers - because that would be weird and not something coworkers do, right?

"sorry for bombarding you... you just seem so cool, but i noticed you don't really talk much and i guess i was too intimidated to approach you in person," ian says, looking sheepish. "i can stop if you think it's annoying..."

"no," mickey cuts in quickly. "um. i don't want... you don't have to stop. the notes are... nice." they're the highlight of my day, he thinks, but he doesn't say that out loud. not yet.

ian's entire face lights up and mickey has never seen anyone look more like the personification of an eager puppy. honestly, mickey doesn't think anyone has ever shown so much interest in him, ever, and it's kind of... endearing?

so, he takes a deep breath and decides to take the plunge.

"but you can talk to me too. in person. face to face. y'know, if you want. i'm fine with that."

ian nods enthusiastically. "maybe we can get to know each other over lunch today?" he asks in a hopeful tone. "the diner around the corner makes a really mean burger."

mickey smiles. "only if you're buying."

[enquiringangel]

idea for a little drabble, and you can take whatever tone you want with it, dark or lighthearted: Max seeking out Michael or, oof, Sam, to talk to alone. Putting on airs of 'well, I just want to get to know my possible future step-sons'. Alternatively, Max wanting to introduce His Boys to Lucy and how that goes down lol. Just some ideas!

(for the record I love both of these and may do the second one later.)

paterfamilias

Sam couldn't believe his mom was making him do this. "Do I have to?" he whined, dragging his heels on the way from the car to the door of his mother's workplace.

Max may not be the head vampire, but this small redeeming feature did nothing to increase Sam's desire to spend time alone in the man's company. Which both his mother and the dork in question were keen for him to do.

Sam was aware of the irony of someone with nerdy interests like him calling someone else a dork. But if Michael were here, then he would definitely have pegged Max as a loser from fifty paces away. (Mike hadn't come home last night. Sam was worried sick about him. He didn't have time for this bullshit when he needed to be looking for his brother so he could save him before he did something stupid and irreversible.) "Yes, you do," Sam's mother said firmly as she zipped her car keys securely into her purse. "It's the least you can do to make up for your recent behavior." She gave him a look that let him know that yes, he was still definitely in trouble for that. "I thought it was incredibly sweet of Max to offer, considering that he barely knows me." His mother smiled to herself and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

"But mom, what if he's a weirdo?" Sam tried to argue. "You've spent my whole life telling me not to take candy from strangers, now you're sending me off to go get ice cream with one?"

"Samuel Emerson." The sound of his full legal name from her lips was like the crack of a whip. "I don't want to hear you implying that kind of thing about Max again. He's been nothing but kind, he doesn't deserve that. Am I understood?" "...yes, Mom. Sorry." With no way out of the situation, Sam trudged after his mother feeling vaguely like someone marching to his own execution. When they got inside, Max was at the counter talking to the pretty cashier and gesticulating at one of the displays with a pen. At their entry, the bell above the door jingled and he turned. "Ah, there you are," he said, bestowing Sam's mom with a beaming, crooked smile. She ducked her face slightly and smiled coyly in return. Gross. Old people shouldn't be allowed to make eyes at each other, especially not his mother. (Even if she did look happier than he'd seen her in ages.) It was bad enough when both people involved were actually his parents, never mind this weirdly tall guy who looked like his suits were all made out of old tablecloths. Sam hovered behind his mother as she smiled and chatted with Max for a few moments, scuffing the toe of his shoe against the carpet boredly. He let his eyes wander around the video displays, lingering on a section labelled 'ADULT'. ...Wait, they rented out porn here? Sam was immediately wildly curious, having never seen anything of the kind other than dirty magazines his friends in Phoenix had swiped from their older brothers. (When Sam had gingerly searched around Michael's room all he'd found was a bunch of men's health magazines full of oily beefcakes lifting weights. Lame. There had been no time to search beneath the mattress because Mike had been coming back up the stairs and he would've shown no mercy if he'd caught Sam snooping in his room.)

He was surreptitiously craning his neck for a better look at the titles in that section when the sound of his name abruptly dragged him back to reality.

“—to go, Sam?" Max was blinking at him expectantly, a polite smile still in place.

"Uh, yeah," Sam replied, trying to sound like he'd been paying attention. He must have done okay because his mom gave him a small smile and a wave as she told them to have fun.

He doubted that, somehow.

The ice cream parlour wasn't far, just around the corner. Max gestured for him to sit in a booth and ordered them both sundaes without even consulting Sam on what he'd like on his. Rude. His righteous indignation was dampened somewhat at the sight of the towering confection Max set down in front of him - a smorgasbord of gelato, whipped cream, fudge brownie pieces, sprinkles and a drizzling of chocolate and strawberry sauces.

"Bon appetit," Max said, raising his spoon. He scooped a mouthful of ice cream into his mouth and hummed approvingly. "Mm, still good. It's been a while since I've come here. My boys are too cool to be seen with me these days."

"You have kids?" Sam asked, curious despite himself. His mom had never said anything about it.

"I have a family," Max agreed. "Five boys."

"Oh. I didn't know that." That was a lot of kids. It seemed weird Mom hadn't mentioned something like that.

"There's a lot we don't know about each other," Max said patiently. "It's why I wanted to do this. I wanted to clear the air after last night and to let you know that I'm not angry about your sabotage. I understand. Believe me, my boys have been very difficult on the matter too." He shook his head slightly and sighed.

Sam looked down at his sundae. He didn't really want anything to do with this guy and his 'I just want to be your friend' bit, but it's not like there was anything actually wrong with him other than the fact that he wasn't his father. And that their father hadn't cared enough about them to fight for visitation.

"You should eat that before it starts to melt," Max said, watching Sam closely.

Reluctantly, Sam swiped his spoon through the ice cream, making sure he got a good amount of sprinkles, both sauces, and a chunk of brownie on it before popping it into his mouth. At first contact with his tongue there was an unexpected flavor, something a little tangy and kind of salty. Maybe caramel or something? After a moment it passed, replaced by an exquisite sweetness. This was easily the best ice cream he had ever tasted - it was quite possibly the best thing he had ever tasted. Sam dug his spoon back in and leant forward, shoveling ice cream down the hatch with a soft hum of pleasure.

Across from him, Max leant back against the booth and watched him eat with a satisfied smile. "I have to say you did surprise me though, Sam. Though for future reference, garlic doesn't work that way."

Sam froze, spoon still between his lips.

Max regarded him benignly. "Bulbs of garlic don't do squat against vampires. It's the flowers that do it."

He felt light-headed and strangely incapable of the panic he should be feeling. Sam blinked down at his half-eaten and partially melting sundae, and at the streaks of brown and red sauce smeared against the glass. Not sauce.

He raised his eyes to the window and saw himself sitting alone at the booth, his reflection growing fainter by the second.

[radiocheck]

another bc i can

again piarles - "i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?" 🌹💐🌷

(i'm a sucker for these dorks giving each other flowers)

Markets covered by bright orange and green umbrellas lined the wide cobbled streets of Milan, selling just about anything you could dream of. Charles passed through them slowly, his baseball cap and sunglasses on to try to avoid being recognised as he perused stalls of vibrant and aromatic spices, from vivid orange turmeric to the reddest chilli powder, book stalls selling beautiful old hardbacks with gold lettering, or art stands ranging from huge, detailed canvases of the Italian countryside preserved in oil paint, to a kindly old man sitting and sketching caricatures. At the end of the street he came across a flower stall, sweet smelling and overflowing with blooms of every shape and colour he could imagine. Charles paused and sniffed a bouquet, smiling faintly. Pierre was always buying him flowers, whether it was for a birthday, anniversary, or to celebrate a race win, but Charles felt ashamed to think back and realise he wasn’t sure he’d ever bought some for Pierre.

“I can customise them, depending on what you’re trying to say,” the lady sitting in the stall addressed him in Italian, her eyes wrinkling at the corners with the warmth of her expression. “Who are they for?”

“Someone I love,” Charles said honestly, touching one of the petals of a lily nearby with the tip of one finger. “I just thought he’d like them.”

The lady smiled as if she understood more than he said, and got to her feet. “The white lily symbolises pure love,” she told him, carefully lifting a few from the bunch in which they stood. “Fitting, no?”

She built him a bouquet of white lilies, apple blossom, daisies, honeysuckle, and red chrysanthemum, telling a story of love, devotion, and preference above all else. Charles marvelled at her hands as she composed them into a beautiful bunch, tying them together with a pink ribbon. The smell coming off them was incredible, and he thanked her profusely, leaving an extra tip before taking the bouquet and continuing back towards home.

Pierre had been in a meeting with Alpine, so Charles had gone for a wander around the city in the meantime, enjoying the markets and sunshine and getting an ice cream, but now he couldn’t wait to get back to Pierre and give him these flowers.

He let himself in, ditching cap, keys and sunglasses in a bowl by the door. His face instantly bloomed into a smile when he saw Pierre was already back. “Calamar, I brought you flowers.” He suddenly felt half shy, stretching the beautiful and lavish bouquet out to his best friend, his lover.

“For what?” Pierre laughed, surprised but happy, taking them from Charles and smelling them in the same way Charles had done in the stall. “They’re beautiful.”

“There has to be a reason?” Charles didn’t know why he was blushing, but he was, and he tucked himself into Pierre’s side to hide it. “You always bring me flowers, and I just saw these and thought you would like them.”

“I love them.” Pierre wound his arm around Charles’ waist, drawing him close and resting his chin on top of his head as he admired the bouquet. He was touched more than he knew how to say. Charles was always sweet, and never went short on showing Pierre how much he loved him, but he was also the first boy Pierre had been with, and with that came the territory of re-negotiating in himself what role he played in a relationship. He was used to buying flowers, but not to getting them, and it stirred a fierce love inside him for this beautiful boy – his first and last real love. “And I love you.”

Charles extracted himself from Pierre just enough to be able to see his face, the smile on his lips and the surprise threat of tears in those bright blue eyes. That expression – that was why he’d bought Pierre flowers. He leaned in and kissed him, taking care not to squish the flowers between them. “Je t’aime, calamar.”

[theupsidedownsrealestateagent]

Operation Croissant

Dear Mr. Hauser,

Hi it’s Robin Buckley, you know your favorite student, or well I guess you probably already knew that based on the envelope. I get it’s been awhile since we’ve spoken on account that I graduated four years ago, and I refuse to be the student that can’t let go of high school. I barely tolerated it when I was attending. 

The reason I’m writing to you is that I fulfilled my promise, I actually made three friends from good ol’ Hawkins High (bleh) and you would never guess who they are. Are you sitting down? If not you really really should before you continue reading. Okay back to what I was saying, I made three friends for Operation Croissant. 

Nancy Wheeler, Eddie Munson, and um… Steve Harrington. 

You better not be looking smug Mr. Hauser, why do I feel like you’re definitely smirking right now? So yeah, somehow against all my best efforts Steve Harrington is my soulmate. Strictly platonic soulmate. The four of us (and I got permission to reveal this information I promise) are fellow friends of Dorothy. It’s okay take your time to process that, I sure did. I have a sneaking suspicion that you may have already known about me, and Eddie insists that you must have known about him. Subtle isn’t really his style. 

There was so much stuff about high school and life I was missing, and I never cared about until our lunches. For a long time I thought I was going to live this life alone. I didn’t think that this little group was an option for someone like me, like us. I was wrong, I was so wrong. I’m dating the girl of my dreams, she’s so smart, doesn’t care that I ramble a bunch of nonsense when I’m nervous, she is the most badass, beautiful woman in the world, and I found her here in Hawkins of all places. Then there’s Eddie who I know looks like that but he genuinely is the sweetest dude ever, I really wish he could’ve been there for our chats, the kid just needed anyone to confide in, to tell him he wasn’t a freak, that he wasn’t alone either. He’s smart too, smarter than what those teachers ever gave him credit for. Now for my Stevie, yeah he was an asshole back in school, but I watched him turn into the biggest dork of the twentieth century. We became reluctant parents to seven feral children together. I’m sure you’ve been acquainted with Dustin Henderson and co, for that we are all very sorry, we are working on them. So yeah Steve and I found out we practically share braincells, trauma bonded for life, we’ve both saved each other like at least seventeen different times at this point, but legally I can’t talk about any of those (trust me you don’t even want to know) so yeah Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley, sisters for life. We aren’t even the strangest duo in our group, Eddie and Steve are literally boyfriends and it is the weirdest thing that makes the most amount of sense if you saw how they look at each other. Nancy and I on the other hand are classy about our love (this is a lie, we are probably even more disgusting then the guys. But don’t tell Nancy.) 

Whew that was a long winded paragraph, hope it wasn’t too wordy and got my point across that I love these idiots, and if it wasn’t for you I don’t think I ever would have been comfortable enough with myself to find and trust them. I hope you keep finding those kids who don’t feel like they belong. Most of all I hope you are just as happy and fulfilled as the way you helped me to be. Thanks for everything Mr. Hauser.

Eternally grateful,

Robin Buckley

[schrijverr]

Lunchtime Questions

Steve comes up to Eddie in his Senior year to ask about DnD, because he wants to learn for his kids. Eddie is confused and mesmerized by this new Steve.

On AO3.

Ships: pre- Steve x Eddie

Warnings: mentions of period typical homophobia

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Eddie knows he’s not graduating for the second time when Steve Harrington stands before him after the spring break of ‘85, since there can’t be two miracles in one year.

And yes, Eddie is sure this is a miracle, because Steve isn’t there to make fun of him. Steve hasn’t been making fun of people since November of ‘83 and the whole school has witnessed his slow decent from King Steve with the arrival of Billy.

He looks uncertain when approaching them, lunch tray in hand, and Eddie can’t blame him. He’s been sitting alone ever since Billy beat the shit out of him, having to quit basketball due to the concussion after he already quit swimming in Junior year for no discernible reason.

There is quite little left of King Steve, but he still has a name, thus it is still shocking that he is even approaching them. So all four Hellfire members watch with curious apprehension as he comes closer.

Steve stops near their table, but doesn’t put his tray down. Eddie isn’t sure whether it is because he doesn’t want to be more associated with them as he already is, or if he doesn’t want to just sit down without permission. Common sense would be the former, but something in the way he holds himself makes Eddie think it’s the latter.

For a moment, it’s quiet, then Steve speaks. “Uhm, Hellfire, that’s- that’s DnD, right? That nerd game with the dice?”

And now Eddie knows for sure he’s not graduating, because Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington is standing at his table asking him about DnD. Vaguely he thought the boy must be coming over to ask about drugs, way more likely and an explanation about the nerves. Steve has never bought from him directly.

“Yeah. Yes, that’s us,” Eddie recovers swiftly from the shock. “How may we humble peasants amuse you with our little game, King Steve?”

At the nickname Steve scrunches his face in displeasure though there is also a bit of resigned acceptance there as well.

However, with the sentence done, the whole table is waiting for Steve to speak, something he realizes as he shuffles in place. He looks a bit shy, not at all cocky or arrogant. Then he takes a deep breath and says: “I was wondering if I can ask you a few questions about it.”

Everyone at the table hesitates, looking at Eddie to make the decision. All have been burned by someone faking interest, only to bully them about it and with Steve that is a valid fear. So, with Eddie as their leader and the one leading the conversation, they leave it up to him.

Eddie leans back in his seat and crosses his arms, trying to look as intimidating as he can as he raises his brow and asks: “And what interest do you have in DnD?”

Steve winces like he knows why he’s being asked, but then surprises the whole table by actually explaining. “I have been babysitting these kids for the past few months. They’re little shits and a bunch of dorks, but they’re good kids, you know. Anyway, they love this game and they always talk about it and they had this huge – I think they called it a campaign – over the break and they tried to explain it to me, but I didn’t get it. And I know that bums them out, but they get too excited about it, so it’s all over the place, full of terms I don’t know, so I hoped you would clear some things up for me, so I can follow them when they talk to me about it.”

He’s rambling.

King Steve is standing at their table rambling about kids he babysits. Kids, who are nerds and talk about DnD. Kids he wants to understand.

Holy shit. Yeah, he took too much drugs yesterday, it’s official. He leans over to Gareth and asks him: “Am I still high or is King Steve really there talking about babysitting.”

“I get it,” Steve sighs, looking annoyed and a bit embarrassed. “If you don’t wanna help that’s fucking fine, alright, I get it. Just tell me and I’ll leave.”

And he looks so genuine about it too. Eddie can barely believe that the same kid, who hung around Tommy Hagen is now assuring them that he’ll leave if they ask him. That he understands if they don’t want him there.

It’s so out of character that Eddie’s interest is immediately piqued and he’s pretty sure his friends know it too, because Chris is already giving him a look, quickly followed by Gareth and Jeff. But he ignores them and grins: “Well then, by all means, sit down. I can’t offer you a throne, so I hope cafeteria stools are good enough for our King.”

He gestures widely and Gareth slides one seat down the table, so Steve can sit next down to Eddie, giving the DM an eyeroll.

“Can you not call me that?” Steve requests, setting down his tray and ignoring how whispers go up all around him.

“What? King Steve?” Eddie asks, just to make sure. He never thought Steve had an issue with the nickname the school had given him. Maybe it’s just because Eddie is using it mockingly, which he will find quite rich coming from Steve.

“Yeah,” Steve says. “King Steve was a fucking asshole and I’ve been trying not to be him, so if you couldn’t that’d be great.”

Now the four at the table give each other big eyes. Eddie hadn’t known this sort of personal growth was possible for the jock population of the school, yet here he is witnessing it.

Still, he can’t help but push a little by slyly grinning: “Would you prefer princess then?” And he knows it’s stupid, because Steve is a bully who has thrown the word queer around before now and with questioning his masculinity like that Eddie is just asking to be punched. Steve is too much of a macho man to let that go.

Again Steve surprises him by blushing a bit, before laughing and saying: “If that makes you happy, sure. Better than that stupid nickname.”

Eddie can’t believe he just heard that and it takes him a moment to wipe the gobsmacked expression off his face. Once he has gathered himself, he asks: “So, what do you already know, princess? I’m sure you must know something if they talk so much about it.”

Steve explains how he knows it’s a fantasy game where you play with dice to fight monsters and everyone is their own character. “That’s pretty hard to miss after the fourth explanation,” he says. “But then they go on with classes and they use names like bard and paladin and sorcerer, but then never really explain what those mean. Not to mention stats. I don’t know what a stat is! And they just go on about it and I can never follow it.”

He sounds a bit like a haggard parent trying to figure out their child’s interest so they know what to buy them for Christmas. It’s both hilarious and adorable. This is actually pretty bad for Eddie’s heart.

Yeah, you got him, he has a crush on Steve. What are you gonna do? Sue him? Everyone in the school who’s into dudes has a crush on Steve. He’s a pretty boy and Eddie has hormones and eyes, alright.

Eddie never allowed himself to indulge too much, because Steve was a dick, but now he’s here listening to Eddie ramble about DnD. The man is even taking notes in for God’s sake, like literally actively taking notes on Eddie’s rambles about DnD, because he wants to be a good babysitter for a bunch of kids, like the fuck.

“Following me for far, princess?” Eddie asks.

“I think so,” Steve smiles. And that’s the other thing. Steve letting Eddie call him princess like that’s okay in the world of jock. Like that won’t usually get Eddie punched. But no, Steve here isn’t even batting his eyes, only smiling. And blushing, if Eddie wants to fool himself.

He’s aware of the others staring at Steve like he’s an alien. Both curious at what they’re seeing and wanting to study it, and a bit afraid of it. Eddie can’t blame them. He himself keeps wanting to pinch himself.

When the bell rings to signal lunch is over, Eddie wants to fight the school, because he could have been there for hours, explaining stats and classes to Steve Harrington.

Steve startles a bit at the sound, almost if he had forgotten where he was. He smiles sheepishly and gathers his stuff, before saying: “Thanks so much, sorry for hogging you lunch hour.”

“Hey, no worries, princess,” Eddie smiles at him. “You can come back with more questions anytime.”

“Thank you,” Steve thanks him again. “You have no idea how happy Dustin will be when I understand what he’s telling me.”

Then he disappears into the crowd, leaving Eddie to watch his back. He wants to run up, wants to stretch out the moment, live in it for a little bit. It almost feels like he has fallen into an alternate dimension.

“Come on, man,” Gareth tells him and Jeff nods, slinging an arm around his shoulder and dragging him to their next class.

Throughout the final few months of the year, Steve sometimes comes up to Eddie in the halls asking about a term or clarification about something. However, he never sits at lunch with them again and he never approaches Eddie outside those moments.

At the end of the year, Eddie doesn’t graduate as expected. Steve walks the stage while he is off getting high somewhere else and he thinks he’ll never see him again. It makes him a bit sad, he wants to know a bit more about this new Steve, of whom he has only seen glimpses.

Alas that isn’t in the cards for him.

However, the universe grants him a kindness. Because third time will be the charm and when he sits in the cafeteria after the summer, he hears a Freshman voice call out: “Come on, Dustin. Shut up for a second and just sit down.”

He watches three boys and a girl with red hair sit down at a table. One has a Weird Al shirt and by the looks of it, they’re all nerds. Eddie will approach them because of all of that anyway, but the name Dustin is familiar. Steve used that name.

So, he approaches them and sure enough they mention Steve as a babysitter, rambling about how cool he is.

It’s clear the others want to mention Steve asking them about DnD, especially when all of them complain that Steve never wants to play with them and calls it a stupid nerd game. But Eddie stops them before they can.

In passing Steve once groaned: “God, if those kids knew I was asking you, I’d never hear the end of it,” only to realize how rude that could sound. “Sorry, not that I don’t appreciate it. I don’t know, it’s so stupid, but I want them to think I’m cool, that they can come to me. It’s honestly embarrassing how much I want them to like me.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secrets, princess,” he told Steve and damn if Eddie doesn’t keep his promises.

So, he shuts it down and makes them all pretend it never happened, while getting more and more curious about the Steve he had only seen in passing. But he knows the world would probably have to end for them to speak again.

He has no clue how true that is yet…

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A/N:

This idea popped into my head and I had to write it, because I think it would be cute for Steve to try for his kids <3

[frozenjokes]

Signing Back In, Apparently - 14

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“So then, why do you think I killed you?” There was something in Scar’s eye, a searching look Mumbo couldn’t quite place. The whole atmosphere suddenly shifted and Mumbo found himself thrown off balance, scrambling for purchase.

“That’s not what I asked, Scar,” Mumbo’s voice was strangled, “You’ve gone and jumbled me now.. I meant.. Why did..?”

“Anyone could see that’s where this was going. You want to know me. You want to know if you ever knew me. You want to know what changed. Well I want to know what you’ve been thinking first. I want to know where you’re at. You have thought about it, right?”

“Of course I have! You hung pictures of our wanted posters in your room along with their meager rewards, so there’s that. But you never even tried to turn in our bodies, not that it wasn’t risky since your head was also on the list,” once Mumbo started, he couldn’t stop, “It’s also- you sank the ship! You steering directly into that storm has never made any sense! What did you want, a cover story? I mean, that’s what you tell people; that The Flying Jellie went down in a storm and you were the only survivor. Who cares? Who could even verify that?”

“Seemed like a good idea in theory. Atmosphere was great though.”

“ Atmosphere-” Mumbo’s free fist went to his face, covering the crease of his brow, “Did you not think at all before making your move?”

“I thought it would be a good excuse to separate Impulse, Pearl, and Grian. I was right on that front. Well, I would have been right if you hadn’t gone and survived the fall. Maybe Grian would have done what I told him instead of coming back to check on you. To be fair, Grian as a witness probably saved me from Pearl. If he hadn’t told her Impulse was dead, she wouldn’t have hesitated. Got pretty lucky with the lightning, too.”

“You’re talking about this like- you’re talking about this wrong.”

Scar laughed, looking far stronger than he had been just a few minutes ago. Mumbo was grateful he couldn’t hear; seeing was disturbing enough.

“How can you talk about us like this? Did we mean nothing to you?”

“What do you think? Really, I’d like to know.”

“I don’t know, Scar! I don’t! But I’m inclined to say you never did care! You’re awfully good at pretending though, I’ll give you that. Why do you keep asking what I think?”

“Well I’m trying to figure out how upset you’re going to be after, that’s why. Right now, given how much you’d like this whole thing to make sense, I’m thinking I’m gonna be in for it.” Scar brought a finger to his lips, tapping thoughtfully, “Well believe it or not Mumbo, I do love you guys. Of course I do, you’re all a bunch of dorks, you’re the best. Now, these past couple months have tested me, I won’t lie to you, but I never stopped caring. Like when a family member gets into a habit that’s really annoying and you’re like, ‘oh my god, stop it!’ but you don’t stop loving them.”

“You’re lying. I don’t believe you.”

Scar rolled his eyes, saying something that probably aligned with the gesture.

“Repeat yourself. What did you say?”

“I said I knew you’d react like that. You want it to make sense. You want me to make sense. This whole event isn’t for me to tell you what happened, it’s for you to get me to confirm what you’ve already decided is true. Scar, famed pirate captain of The Flying Jellie, recruits a crew of misfits the world wouldn’t miss, giving them a chance at new life. But no, that was never the case. See, this Scar , he’s quite the nasty fellow. He tricked them, got them into trouble! Enough trouble in fact, that their bodies might be worth a pretty penny. Using his charm, elegance, and of course, his good looks, he put them under his spell, only to turn around and stab them in the back for a quick buck. Now, having lost it all, that greedy bastard moves on to another crew, haunted by his grave mistake. But that story has holes, doesn’t it?”

Mumbo felt something shift inside of him, and this time, it didn’t just feel like a crack. He looked at his hand, still locked to Scar’s wrist. It was almost.. It wasn’t right. Like trying too hard to see it might hurt his eyes. He closed them, tight. “No one that loved us would do this. Not kill us, not try so hard to hurt us when we haven’t done a single thing to deserve it.” A new thought startled Mumbo into opening his eyes, “Did- did we do something, Scar? What could we have done?”

Scar looked.. sad? It was something deep and emotional that played across his features, like the question had shaken his very core. Scar brought his free hand to Mumbo’s face, Mumbo finding himself too rigid to flinch away. Scar’s calloused thumb felt nice against his cheek, his fingers at home in his hair. Mumbo let Scar’s warmth sink in. “No, of course not,” Scar’s voice was gentle, his eyes soft, “Mumbo, you can’t know me because no one can. You function in absolutes, where I have never existed. I am an animal. I thrive on impulse, I tear and bite at the seams, I play games to break the rules. And you all did too, for a long time, until you loved too much. We started playing it safer because we discovered in each other a life that was worth it , but only if it was lived together. All of us. Safe. Oh Mumbo , I loved you all, but I would rather die than see my crew waste away, frightened by the fires of a risky battle. Frightened of loss. I loved you too much to let it happen.” Scar pulled his hand away, leaving Mumbo in an electric silence. He didn’t speak. He couldn’t, not when everything was frozen in place. How could he run so cold, when Scar was so warm?

Scar took his quiet as an invitation to continue, “I didn’t care what happened to me. I thought I’d die, if I’m being perfectly honest, which might be why I wasn’t too worried about escaping. And I’m sorry you were first, Mumbo. I mean it, I regret the way that happened. You should have been given a chance to fight for the right to live domestically, just like the rest of them. At the time, I jumped on the opportunity to take you out because I was certain you wouldn’t fight back, but I was also certain Grian would , and that ended up being a bust. Man, I try not to hold that against him, but he’s just been so annoying lately- ah, nevermind,” Scar inhaled deeply, like he was savoring the air he still got to breathe, “I remember that day very fondly, to answer your question from before. That’s why I speak about your deaths casually, it’s not because I don’t care. I respect you, all of you, although I know I don’t give off the impression I do,” Scar laughed, “Would you believe that?”

Mumbo stared, unable to keep himself from gaping, “So you.. you just decided we were done? You saw that we were thriving. You thought we wouldn’t want to be pirates or-or- at least that we wouldn’t want to put our lives at risk anymore, and you just decided for us that it all had to end. That it was better to be dead than to be happy?”

“There is no life more valuable than one lost fighting, and my crew deserved nothing less. It was an honor to fight beside you, I only wish you’d had a chance to take a swing at my head. Again, I’m sorry.”

Something clicked, or maybe a better word, something snapped. Mumbo’s form flared, alight with color and fire, “That’s so stupid! How dare you play god with our lives! You could have left! You could have even kicked us all to the curb if you wanted- you could have done anything but murder us! Why should you dictate how we choose to live? We were happy! We were-“ Mumbo yelped as Scar suddenly yanked his arm back from the ouija board. He felt his nails- or whatever had replaced them- slice through Scar’s forearm and hand, sending blood splattering over the planchette. Scar got to his feet, examining his hand with a frown.

“Sorry Mumbo, couldn’t hear that last bit. You could say I didn’t ask,” Scar smiled at his own joke, but he didn’t look at Mumbo when he spoke, “I’ve seen this before, and I’m not keen on reliving the Grian incident, so I’ll keep this quick. I don’t care what you think. As far as I’m concerned, you shouldn’t exist, let alone have an opinion, and it’s quite the cruel twist of fate that you do. Death should be permanent. Heaven and hell, none of it is real. The reward is the way you choose to go, and the people you pissed off along the way. I hope now that you’ve got what you need to move along, because the afterlife has not been kind to you. Misery doesn’t suit you, friend.” Scar moved to his shelf, digging around until he found some spare bandages and a bit of tape for his hand. “Now, I don’t think this is the last I’ll see of you, I’m not that optimistic, but for what it’s worth,” Scar paused, only turning to face him now, “I’ll miss you.”

[golvio]

Revisiting the early quests hyping up the Yiga Clan reminded me of one of the really noticeable problems I had with BotW’s writing: the inconsistent and wildly fluctuating tone for the “serious” parts.

The introduction to the Clan most people get is from the guards outside of Impa’s house describing them as “sad souls” who went off the path Hylia laid out for them with pity. Then, Paya’s heirloom quest has them built up as remorseless killers in an organized crime ring, murdering Dorian’s wife in cold blood and being perfectly happy to orphan his daughters now that Dorian himself is no longer a useful informant. If you take on that quest early, odds are the Yiga Blademaster who shows up is going to kick your ass.

And then you actually enter the Yiga hideout and the same Blademasters that beat your ass when you were a lower level now have animations like this:

This isn’t an “uuuuuuuu y aren’t villains cool n edgy anymore like my beloved ‘90s comic books 😭” post. I’m okay with Kohga being silly. I love the concept of a character who’s at once funny and entertaining but also a really dangerous and skilled combatant who uses his clownish first impression to get people to let their guard down. The main problem I have with it is just that the tone is not consistent at all. The clan feels less like the complex, multifaceted organization that arose from a complicated and traumatic historical situation it deserves to be and more like all the scenario writers had great ideas but somehow forgot to get together and talk to each other about how to weave them into a coherent whole. It swings wildly back and forth between them being this scary force of assassins capable of infiltrating even the Sheikah secret service undetected to “Haha, look at these dork-ass losers! They were dumb enough to serve Ganon! Only a total dweeb would be scared of these banana-obsessed clowns!” Which is, y’know, kind of insulting to the Sheikah who actually did have legitimate reasons to be scared of these people based on what we saw with Dorian.

It’s like what bugged me about the main conflict within the Zora. It wanted to tell a story about generational trauma and bigotry, but was so terrified of presenting anything unflattering to the player and the lost kingdom of Hyrule that it turned everyone into goofy, exaggerated caricatures performing for our amusement. The Zora elders weren’t a bunch of extremely traumatized people who needed to heal, they were just a bunch of curmudgeonly old fuddy duddies who were out of touch and needed to get over themselves (Which they instantly did, because of how cool and awesome the player is for putting up with their stubborn old people nonsense. You’re so cool that the hot Zora princess everyone’s mourning was throwing herself at your avatar! Isn’t that awesome?). And Sidon wasn’t allowed to be a character in his own right, doing what he thought could help heal his people while risking a revolt or a forced abdication for breaking the ban against outsiders behind the elders’ backs! He’s just Your Funny Friend Who Encourages You, because he exists solely to get you to your objective at Vah Ruta, and the game never lets you forget it. And the younger generation of Zora, some of whom remember Link before his death, aren’t symbols of the younger generation trying to move forward at the risk of starting a major generational conflict with their parents/grandparents who’re still traumatized from the Calamity because it was practically yesterday in Zoran terms. They’re just funny clowns who put on a show for you and point you towards the bridge where Sidon’s waiting.

It’s like…they wanted the royal advisor seeing the armor Mipha made for Link to be this big, emotional moment, but the writers spent so much time assuring us that we didn’t need to respect the Zora that it felt…like something was missing, emotionally. Like, “Oh, you don’t need to take those old coots seriously! Sure, they’re all mad at Link for something he had no control over, but they’re just stubborn and old! You don’t need to take their cold silence so personally! Just keep your chin up and eventually they’ll realize how stupid they were being for ever doubting you, the great hero who’s come to save them!” And when Muzu’s looking up at the statue of Mipha, there’s not a sense of this broken community coming back together to heal, or a man in deep denial of his own grief coming out of the dark place his heart had been lost in to the point where he treated the little boy he once knew as a scapegoat, and more just him being, “Oh, right! How could I have been so stupid?”

It’s like…these people are traumatized. The Zora are grieving because the apocalypse practically happened yesterday. The Yiga were traumatized by the royal family, who their religion told them they were born to serve, attempted a genocide against them. Both of them are understandably lashing out against a world that they think forgot them, that blithely moves on, unburdened by the grief they caused them, not a care in the world. The game doesn’t want to sit with these emotions because it might make the player uncomfortable, interrupt the hero fantasy, spoil their fun. But in exchange for trying to maintain a lighthearted tone throughout, it just feels like the writers aren’t really respecting their NPCs as much as they should, and deliver a somewhat jarring experience where the emotional pendulum wildly swings back and forth depending on the whims of whichever writer was at the helm when they wrote that quest/sidequest that day.

The whole game is a story about trauma, or at least, it wants to be. The main character himself lost his identity after a near-death experience, either because of brain damage he suffered after the physical trauma he endured, or as traumatic amnesia caused by his mind desperately trying to protect him from the memory of something no one should have to endure. But the game just can’t sit with trauma. It doesn’t want to tie the concepts it introduces into a coherent, consistent theme that spans every inch of the world, every character. It just wants to introduce its cool new UI and have fun. Which…there’s nothing necessarily wrong with that, but can you at least make up your minds about what kind of overall story you want to tell as opposed to spitballing interesting pieces of story ad infinitum?

I’m a little worried about dropping this take, particularly because we all now know that BotW was designed to be the first part of a series, and so suffered a case of what I like to call “To Be Continued Syndrome.” It was built to introduce the world of Hyrule and its new mechanics & concepts to its audience first and foremost, with far less time being spent on the story. For all I know, TotK could resolve a lot of my complaints with what appears to be a stronger focus on story than BotW with more actively present characters, as opposed to Ganon and Zelda kinda hanging out at the castle and not really affecting anything until it’s time to beat the game.

But, it’s like…I’ve seen games at least try to treat their NPCs with more respect and put more thought into their storytelling without having to sacrifice gameplay or exploration, both in big budget and smaller indie titles. I’d like the Zelda series to finally catch up, too. I love the series, and I know they’ve got the potential to tell really compelling stories that don’t treat the characters who aren’t destined to be great heroes like nobodies you can just breeze past. I saw that in Majora’s Mask. I know they can do it again. I hope that’s what they meant when they said they wanted TotK to feel more like Majora in tone.

[abbythewritor]

"Just her." Chapter One.

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Description: Abby Kamado, the sister of Nezuko and Tanjiro Kamado, gets teleported to a world without Demons when fighting a demon, having no way of future world technology. But what happens when a bunch of handsome men help her get used to the world while falling in love with her as well?

Warnings: I do not own Haikyuu, Demon Slayer, or the Pictures in this book; they belong to the rightful owners. Blood, Violence, Demons, and slight cursing will be in this book, but nothing out of the ordinary. You are two years younger than Hinata, as you are the youngest in the story. Fighting scenes in this book may be terrible, so bear with me. I hope you all Enjoy my new book and Enjoy the first chapter, everyone, as this is a remake of my old Wattpad book, her.

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Sugawara-senpai human was super nice, and amazing as well. 

He offered to bring you back to his house, which surprisingly was down the street from the Abandoned home you were in. 

At first, after you told him you were a demon, he just stood their, mumbled to himself like the cute dork he is. 

It wasn't that he was disgusted or scared by it, it just surprised him that he was standing in front of a demon, who was from another world at that. 

Him and you got along really well, real quick. It relieved you that he knew sign language, not having to go through the brutal steps of hand motioning. 

You were also glad that you 'accidently' bumped into him. If not, then you wouldn't be walking with him back to his house. A nervous feeling kept setting in your gut, not knowing about how the other humans living with him are going to be like...

It almost scared you at that. But somehow, Suga distracted you from your scared feelings, teaching you all about the human technology, how things work in the world, and the odd sport he plays. You think it's called VolleyBall?

You also got too see some other weird looking humans along the way, all many different kinds of Sizes and colors. 

It fascinated you.

Sugawara looked at every word you were signing, being patient if you felt uncomfortable with a question he asked. 

But it seemed like you weren't bothered with statements, or thoughts he had. You just answered them honestly, without hesitation. 

It amazed him what you've gone through, now knowing that your adopted, used to be unwanted made his heart hurt. 

How could no one want you?

Because your a demon?

That shouldn't matter, it showed how people can be so cruel, even in another universe. 

But, he's happy that you've found a family that loves you most dear. 

Now, he has to try his best to take care of you, until they find a way to bring you back. 

It's definitely going to be a challenge, but...

He's not going to do it alone of course.

Finally, both of you arrived at his house as the two of you just stood in front of it. 

You're mouth was opened wide, surprised on how huge and cute it was on the outside. 

Sugawara loved your reaction, his mind knowing that you've never had homes like this in your world. 

It was cute. 

So, the setter instantly grabbed your hand, heading towards the door as he pulled you with him. 

Surprised by his actions, you didn't think of it as both of you got closer to the door; you almost tripped on your own feet on how fast he was going. 

Wishing he would go slower, the two of you arrived at the door, your eyes looking at his hand holding onto the metal stick on the barrier. 

Pushing down on it, the barrier opened which caused your eyes to widen, a silent, gruffy gasp escaped your mouth which made sugawara looked back at you. 

He laughed. 'What? Never seen a door before?'  He signed, which made your head suddenly tilt with confusion. 

'Door?' you thought, suddenly stepping closer as the silvette boy made room for you. 

Tilting your head, you did the exact same thing he did, watching as the barrier magically opened. 

You're eyes sparkled as you kept opening and closing the door, amazed by how futuristic it is. 

At home, you didn't have barriers like this, they slid instead of pushed open.

It really fascinated you. 

"Koushi! Please stop playing with the door and come in already!" An unfamiliar feminine voice called out, making you and Suga suddenly freeze. 

Her vibrations felt the same as Suga's, but more faster and harder.

You could tell the lady was like suga, maybe his mother?

Grabbing your hand, Suga stood in front of you so you wouldn't play with it anymore. "Sorry mom!" He apologized, turning back to you as he scratched his neck. 'L-Let's go inside.'

A sudden nervous feeling grew in your stomach, notifying you that you're meeting another human. 

Would his mom like you?

What if she's scared when Suga tells her your a demon?

*GASP!*

What if she's a demon also?!

Suddenly, your body froze in front of him, you're whole body started to shake as his eyes started to wide. 

Sugawara started to freak out a bit, not knowing how to fix you.

'S-Shit! I broke her!' he thought, trying to shake you out of your trance. 

Finally, after what seemed to be a minute, you finally calmed down when Suga's hand landed on your shoulders again. 

Looking up at him, your eyes met his comforting face giving you another smile. 

'Don't worry!' He signed, your eyes blinking from staring. 

'She's not scary, I promise. You'll love her as much as I.' He finished, somehow making you feel better about the situation. 

You're heartbeat started to go down, your instincts trusting your new friend as you look up at him for a moment. 

But, soon you just nodded, allowing him to take you inside of the home. 

Relieved, Sugawara grabbed your hand again, opening the barrier as he lightly pulled you inside.

Your bare feet touched something soft, some stuff went in between your toes as curiosity got the best of you. 

It felt like fur, animal fur.

You were amazed how soft it felt under your feet, as your head looked down to see a white, fluffy looking rug. 

You're eyes sparkled, not looking away from the amazing thing as Suga took off his shoes, neatly putting them aside. 

Sugawara looked in front of him, noticing that his brother hasn't greeted him yet. 

His eyebrows furrowed, sad that his usual bright, happy brother didn't greet him.

"Mom? Mom!" Sugawara heard some pot's drop, his eyes widened as his feet bolted, him grabbing your wrist again.

Running to the kitchen, he suddenly stopped to see his mom looking at a now broken pan in her hand. 

Laughing, he let go of you as he made his way towards her, kneeling down to help pick up the falling veggies. 

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking up to meet his mother's exhausted eyes. 

"If working an all day nurse shift, then feeding you two little rascals makes me okay, then I might need a five week vacation." She joked, making the Silvette chuckle. 

"I told you I could've cooked today, you didn't have to put this extra work on you mom." 

His mom smiled at her son's words, grateful to have him around the house when times are tough. 

"Oh, Koushi..."

Catching the boy by surprised, the mom immediately brought him into a loving hug. 

Smiling, Suga hugged her back, taking in his mothers love as both of them stayed like that for a bit. 

"What would I do without you?" She asked, making Suga chuckle again. "Probably burn the house down and become sleep deprived." HIs comment earned him a slap in the head, making the poor boy squeak as he suddenly fell to the ground.

His body shook, holding the hurting spot onto his head. "My cooking isn't that bad!" She snapped, ignoring that suga is on the floor in pain. 

"How about you try to work almost 24 hours in a germ filled hospital- Huh?" She stopped mid-sentence when her eyes landed on you.

You're head was tilted, as your eyes gazed on the shaking Silvette on the floor. Did her son bring...

A GIRL HOME!?

Her face soon brightened, instantly she stood to her feet with a hop. 

"Koushi?! Who's this?!" She asked. A hint of excitement sounded through her voice. 

Sugawara stopped shaking, instantly froze in his spot as he completely forgot about you. 

Standing up quickly as he can, he stood back beside you. "O-Oh! Right, Uhm, mom this is (Y/n), I've found her in the abandoned home down the street-"

His sentence was interrupted when his mom was now in front of you, her actions caused you to freeze, your body instantly hiding behind Suga.

"EEK! She's so cute! How did you manage to talk to a girl, Koushi?!" Her question made him sweat drop; it hurt his mom, who always doubted him about girls. 

"She's deaf, mom." He answered, causing the women's eyes to widen more. 

"Really?!" She soon then laughed, her body standing back up as she put her hands onto her hips. 

"Man, Suga, you really hit the Jackpot! She's soo adorable and cute!~" 

Her giant hands soon grabbed onto your cheeks, moving suga slightly away from you as she squeezed your skin together. 

You're face was even cuter the way his mom squished, pulled, and swooshed it around, it made Suga giggled the way he could hear your soft, gruff groans. 

"Just look at these chubby cheeks! And her hair! It's softer than mine! Wow! Oh my she must be soo cold, but I just can't stop squishing her cute cheeks! Maybe we should draw a bath to clean those cuts and to get rid of the dirt-"

"Mom!" 

Freezing in her spot, her head then slowly turned to look at her son, who then let out an annoyed sigh.

"Please let go, she's quite uncomfortable with you squishing her cheeks like that." He explained, causing his mom to pout a little. 

She looked back in your direction, your eyes casually looking at her.

You bamboo thing was off, back at the abandoned home as Sugawara made you confident enough not to wear it on the way here. 

Besides, there is no way your demon side could come out. 

Right?

Smiling slightly, you hummed a bit as you brought your hand up, immediately you started to pat the mothers head, which made her eyes sparkle with excitement. 

'SOO CUTE!!!!!' she thought, now wanting to communicate with you more. 

Backing away, she grabbed your hands with her left, bringing up her right hand. 

'Hello Sweetie! I'm Sugawara's mom, It's nice to meet someone my son brings home, especially a girl!' 

'She can sign too?!' you thought, feeling slightly relieved, but also comfortable on how nice she is. 

She was really pretty too as her hair color was just the same as Suga's, but more longer, and up in a pretty bun. 

Her outfit was odd though, it was all blue and felt like paper and silk material as it had red splotches on it.

It was really odd on how human's dress in this era, but somehow it's better than just Silk kimonos. 

Ever since you got here, you couldn't even scense demon activity at all, which means that no one in this house is a Demon at all. 

What a relief. 

Better than the ones who snap at you everytime you ask for food. 

Though, you wish you could've asked the nice human for residence who gave you the delicious bun's, but you didn't want to be a bother to him. 

"Mom, we have any spare rooms Available? I don't want her to sleep " Suga asked, making His mom look to him. 

"Of course! She can use the Guest room for now, it might not be much, but until i get a little more paid we can re do it if you'd like?"

His mom's answer made him smile even more, Instantly grabbing your wrist, he gave him mom a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks mom!" 

Ruffling his hair, she smiled brighter. "Oh suga! You're such a kind soul! A Perfect ladies man, am i right?" She jokingly asked a pepper in her hand, causing Suga's cheeks to rise in embarrassment. 

"Y-Yeah! Okay mom let's not talk about that now, I need to get her settled, okay bye!" 

And with that, he quickly began to drag you away, his feet heading to the stairs as his mom just stood their, her arms crossed while a smirk was plastered onto her face. 

'He always get's embarrassed easily...' she thought, seeing how you both are halfway up already.

But, she remembered she had to tell him something from earlier. 

Now she knows what. 

"Oh, Suga!" She called, making the Silvette look her way. 

"Yes mom?"

She smiled. "Maji's at his friends house, so you should be fine on getting her settled in, okay?" Nodding, Suga continued to hold your hand as you and him made way to the upstairs. 

His mom kept watching with a smile on her face, the towel in her left hand soon going on her right shoulder. 

'I like her..' she thought, soon turning around to get back to making dinner. 

'I really like her...'

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"Haha, I've seen you found my bed!" The silvette spoke, his form standing in the doorway as a towel sat on top of his head. 

Just getting out of a shower for him was always good, since him and Minji were the only boys, he doesn't have to worry about walking out to the hallway clothed. 

But, now that you're here, it makes him getting ready much more difficult, not that he's complaining of course. 

Now his eyes land on your, you're adorable self engulfed in his fluffy blankets on his bed, looking like a freshly baked blanket burrito. 

He laughed, knowing how your cheeks puffed out, your eyes sparkled from the softness of the blanket, and your somewhat tired form lazily laying onto his bed. 

It was quite cute seeing you this way, somehow making his soul happier that he has a friend with him now. 

You're skin was all cleared and patched up, due to his mom giving you a bath who knew how to clean wounds and cuts. 

She was so gentle with you, signing as slow as she can, since her Signing is a little rusty. But, you correct her if she get's a word mixed up. 

You and her gotten along so quickly that you are already part of the family. 

Hell, Suga wasn't complaining, just as long as he can keep you for the rest of the season. 

Seeing your body wearing his clothes made his heart ache, in a good way!

He loves to see his little brother in his clothes and he's happy too see you in them also. 

It makes you look a lot smaller than you are, the way the huge shirt hanged down to your thighs, and also how his nike basketball shorts go down to your knees. 

Oh boy does it drive him wild. 

He was about to blush then and their, until your head suddenly looks up, your eyes meeting the Silvette human in the doorway. 

As your face brightened, you jumped off from the bed, your bare feet pattering on the floor as you made your way to him. 

Getting in front of im, he looked down at you while you held your hand out, soon standing on your tippy toes as you gently pat his wet hair. 

Laughing at your actions, he bended down a bit more, making it so you'd not have to work so hard. 

Smiling, you continued to pat his soft, wet hair, a small blush forming onto your cheeks as you noticed water dripping down his neck. 

You paused the on coming head rub, now somehow you weren't unable to move. 

All you could do is just, stare. 

Stare at his handsome form while his Hazel eyes look to yours.  

'I-IS SHE BLUSHING?!' The setter thought, his heart beating faster, and faster the more you stare at him. 

His hand suddenly grabbed your wrist, gently bringing your hand down from his head as the cute bean gave you a small smile. 

'Let's go to bed. We have  to go to my school tomorrow for a three on three game, So it's better to sleep early so we won't be walking Zombies

You're breath suddenly hitched. 

His explanation made you kind of confused, because you don't know what he's talking about. 

What's a school?

Is it a place to teach demon's like you?

What if he's really taking her to a place were they torture you?

The though of it made your whole body shiver, your eyes sadly looking up to him which made the silvette setter to suddenly freeze.

'H-Hey! It's alright, the school isn't going to hurt you. Zombies don't exist- well I don't know what exists or doesn't exist, but I go to Kurasuno, so that's where you'll be attending also. I promise I won't let anyone hurt you, got it?' 

 His sudden feel better explanation made your heart at ease. You're eyes now focusing on his warm smile, making your whole body start to at least calm down a little bit. 

Sighing with relief, Sugawara set his towel in his dirty clothes basket, then his arms wrapped around your tiny form. 

Bringing up his right hand, he made sure you saw it as he was going to tell you something important. 

'If you need me, I'll be in the room next door So if you get scared, all you have to do is walk over to the Guest room, Okay?"

You're heart suddenly melted from the very nice gesture. Sugawara was the nicest human in this world so far, a human you can actually trust who won't shun you away, or even sell you to demon slaughters. 

You were grateful to meet him, and hopes to stay with him until your siblings find you again, and bring you back home. 

But for now, you were stuck here. So you had to get used to Human lifestyle here, and somehow not stick out too much. 

Backing away from your new friend, you gave him a small nod, while your tiny left hand made a salute in front of him. 

Suga's eyes sparkle. 'So cute!!!'

And with that, Sugawara patted your head one last time, as you then ran to his surprisingly giant bed. 

Cutely, you crawled under the covers as you're tired face let out a silent yawn. 

Suga smiled at the site of you engulfed in his fluffy covers, your bare feet slightly hanging off of the edge of the bed while your toes wiggled cutely. 

Suddenly, Sugawara turned around as he turned off his room light, his feet heading out the door as he only just cracked it beside him. 

Looking in between the crack of his door, he saw that you completely fell asleep already, which put's the boy at ease. 

And with that, he walked a little bit down the hallway as his body soon entered the guest room, the door shutting behind him quietly. 

Smiling to himself, the setter stretched his arms over his head, his feet walking across the room floor as his body plopped down onto the mattress. 

Somehow, you've never left his mind as the recent scenes of running into you replayed in his head. 

He couldn't stop thinking on how cute and adorable you looked, especially when your in his clothes. 

You're the nicest and sweetest girl- well, he should say demon but he's not used to that part yet. 

In his mind he doesn't feel the slightest regret of what he did. 

Who knows?

Maybe bringing you in wasn't as bad after all?2

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'KURASUNO GYMNASIUM.'3

That's what your eyes read as your tiny form stood in front of two large barriers, the vibrations in your ears going crazy as if multiple beings are behind the door. 

You're hair was up today, the reason being is that Sugawara's mom decided to do your hair.

Which she was really talented at. 

You couldn't help but touch it the whole way there, and it still amazes you on how it's still up and not falling over your face. 

Sugawara had a small smile beside you, his form watching as you face looked more excited then nervous. 

You're hazel eyes sparkled more and more from the new Vibrations hitting your ears, every one of them having a unique type of personality. 

However, you didn't like one of them because the vibrations were a little mean to the others. 

You're hand was holding onto his clothing as the black fabric of his jacket tugged a little bit. 

But it didn't bother Suga one bit. 

Instead, his hand grabbed a hold of the door, as he suddenly slid the metal barrier open. 

Your eyes instantly widened as your vision saw a bunch of balls going over a net, then hitting the floor as their vibrations hit your ears a bit. 

A Bunch of human's were jumping in the air, especially a black haired human. Who's face was a little bit scary for your liking. 

Instantly, your form started to hide behind suga's as both of you entered the gym.

Sugawara could sense you being super shy, which he thought it was cute as the way you were suddenly hugging his back. 

His heart was fairly beating faster, as his backside felt the warmth of your arms wrapped around it, but also your body was shaking with a little bit of fear. 

The first person to notice Suga was Kyoko, who then gave him a welcoming smile as the female human walked in your guys's direction. 1

"Hello Suga, Daichi isn't here yet so you have time to go over some stuff with the two-" 

Her sentence was interrupted when she saw your head poking out, her eyes landing on your shy form. 

"Who's this?" She asked, her finger pointing in your direction. 

The other player human's seemed to stop as the black hair and the Orange haired human stopped in their tracks, instantly looking in Kiyoko's direction. 

"Oh!" 

Sugawara moved slightly out of the way, suddenly fully bringing your form into her view. 

"This is (Y/n) Kamado, I found her at the abandoned house down the street from my house. She's quite shy, and she's also Deaf-"

"HELLO! MY NAME IS HINATA SHOYO! YOU'RE SHORTER THAN ME!!" A loud voice interrupted, as an Orange hair human was suddenly in front of you which made you silently squeak, your body hiding behind Suga completely. 

" BOKE HINATA BOKE! DON'T GO UP IN PEOPLES FACES LIKE THAT YOU TERD!" Another voice yelled, the same black haired human coming up beside him, soon slapping the orange human across the head. 

"HEY! BAKAYAMA I WASN'T SCARING HER! YOU'RE MORE LIKE TO SCARE HER WITH YOUR UGLY FACE!" Hinata snapped back, making Kageyama's face turn angry. 

"Oh don't be a dumbass! I'm not that bad looking!" He argued, scarily looking into hinata's soul.

"Says the idiot who's mirror break's everytime you look in the mirror!" 

"GRRRR WHY YOU!!!" 

Their vibrations were really loud, which made your ears hurt more.

He was definitely hype, and more loud than Suga-senpai. 

"Guys! Stop, your making her uncomfortable-"

A bald, shaved human was beside him, also very close to your liking as his eyes basically were made out of hearts. 

"MY NAME IS TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE! WOW, SUGA! YOU REALLY HIT THE JACK POT-"

Kiyoko then grabbed the bald human by the collar, instantly setting him beside her. 

"Would you be quiet? You're scaring the poor thing." She blankly stated, her face soon turning into a soft smile. 

"You said she was Deaf, right Suga?"

That question seemed to caught Hinata's attention as his mouth formed an O shape. 

He then looked back at you, who was basically shaking with fear. 

'She's deaf?' He thought, his mind instantly feeling bad for suddenly getting into your face. 

Tobio seemed to have the same thought as he looked at you also, but his face was surprised from Kiyoko's comment. 

"Yeah, and she's voiceless too. So if she doesn't talk at all, that means her voice is completely gone." He explained, making his friends faces to sadden. 

'She has no voice?' Hinata thought, suddenly he felt worse for you to go through that, he wonders what it's like not having a voice, or being deaf. But, those thing's don't change a person in looks or personality. It's just another part of life a person has to go through. 

Hinata's eyes trailed off of your form, his eyes landing on Kageyama who was holding a blank face. 

He looked at your tiny form, seeing how you are wearing offly big close for your size. 

Curious, his face turned to suga's. 

"Is she wearing your close?" He asked, the silvette nodded from his question. 

"Yeah! I found her only wearing a torn up dress, we never had girls at our house before, so the size difference are advanced. But this weekend my mom will take her shopping for new clothes." He explained. 

'Oh....' Hinata and Kageyama thought, their eyes looking at you again. 

Somehow, you started to calm down as you saw how Suga's friends are acting around him. 

They don't seem very mean at all, more like brothers to him. 

Nore do they look like demon slaughters at all. 

It kind of makes you happy suga has these friends, instead of Someone mean, and snippy. 

Yes, their vibrations are a lot louder than Suga's. But, they are alot more Unique and different. 

Which makes them really special. 

Suddenly, you took a chance as you then got out of hiding. 

Tanaka's eyes basically sparkled, as he was the first one to notice your bravery. 

'SHE'S SO TINY!!' he thought, holding his heart as he felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

Kiyoko noticed next, seeing how your bare feet slowly traveled across the gym floor, heading over to Kageyama. 

The Blackette slightly started to freak out, seeing how a deaf and voiceless girl is approaching him. 

How does he react?

Will he be able to communicate you with his terrible sign language?

Are you a meany than a softie on the inside. 

Are you going to hit him?

Shoyo's thoughts were the complete opposite from his, instead, his eyes sparkled like tanaka's as his head look down to you, noticing the cute bandages on your arm's and leg's. 

For the first time, Hinata blushed a bit on how cute you looked.

As your form stopped in front of Kageyama, your eyes just looked up at his, your mouth soon forming a soft smile. 

Suddenly, you felt comfortable around Suga's new friends, you yourself wanting to get to know them too. 

So, you decided to take the first step. 

Head rubs. 

Standing on your tippy toes, your face got a lot closer to Kageyama's, who then started to blush madly from a girl getting this close. 

'W-What the hell is she doing?!' he thought, trying his best not to push you off. 

As his head looked down to yours, you're hand rose to the top of his head, your soft, yet warm fingers suddenly meeting with his very fluffy, well taken care of hair. 

Then Kageyama froze. 

He soon felt your small hand rub on the top of his head, you giving him small head pats also. 

Everyone except suga was surprised by your actions, Tanaka and Hinata's heart's instantly melting from the sight. 

Kageyama didn't move, nore he moved you. 

He just stood there, surprised that you were brave enough to give the other setter head pats. 

His heart was quite warm on how close you are, but also at ease from how comforting the head rubs you give are. 

You were surely something else. 

"She seems to take a liking to you Kageyama." Sugawara spoke up, a smile then plastering his face at the sight. 

All Kageyama could do was just slowly nod, as his blue, handsome eyes looked down at you more. 

You're right hand was completely free, as your (E/c) eyes looked over to the orange haired human, who still had sparkles in his eyes.

Smiling, your right hand went on top of his head also, moving back and forth as your rubbed it also, making the sunshine boy giggle.

Kiyoko smiled at the sight as she saw your hand move from Kageyama's to Tanaka's head, which he was fanboying about as his body moved in a weird and goofy way.

But soon, the head pats were interrupted when unfamiliar Vibrations ran through your ears. 

Curious, you looked behind to were sugawara was to see three Unfamiliar Human's beside him. 

There was a dark brownette human, who was quite handsome as he had the same jacket as Suga on. 

He also looked to be the same age as him, which was a relief.

A warm smile was placed onto his face, seeing how there's a new girl in the gymnasium. 

"Was this the girl you were telling be about Suga?" He asked, making Suga and his team look at the brownette.

Smiling at him, he nodded. "Of course Daichi, this is (Y/n) Kamado, the girl I got from that Abandoned house down the street from mine. 

A scoff escaped a rather tall human, his arms crossed as he glared at you in front of him. 

"Great, a street rat, we want one of those on the court. Especially a girl, they have more rabies than male ones." He teased, a small smirk soon forming onto his face which caused his friend beside him to slightly freeze. 

"Tsukki! What if she hears you?!" He asked, a little nervousness hinted his voice. 

The tall french fry rolled his eyes, his giant hands pushing up the weird object onto his face. 

Odly, It compliments his soft, yet messy blonde hair, which shined in the moonlight. 

 You could feel how hard, and gruffy his vibrations are, telling you that he's a very salty, yet mean human. 

"Shut up Yam's, that's the point." He replied, making the cute green haired boy to gulp. 

"Gomen Tsukki!" 

You're head tilted in front of him, seeing that this human was way shyer than his mean friend. 

He was quite cute and handsome, the way his green hair blowed in the wind, while the hair on top of his head was quite longer than Sugawara's. 

Out of curiosity, you walked over to the shy boy, who's eyes now just landed on you.

He suddenly froze, seeing you walk closer and closer to him. 

As you stopped in front of him, you began to rub his soft, yet smooth hair gently, making Yamaguchi to stutter more. 

"O-Oh, U-Uh, H-Hi there, uh K-Kamado-"

"Oh, I forgot to mention to you three, the Deaf and Voiceless, so if you try and talk to her, She won't be able to respond." Suga explained, making Tsukki and Yamaguchi look at your form again. 

"Good, she can't hear my comments on how annoying she's being, she's trading rabies to poor Yamaguchi...I almost feel bad for him." Tsukki cockily replied, that same smirk still holding onto his face. 

"Says the guy who looks like fucking fast food." Kageyama remarked, his blue eyes suddenly glaring into his sole. 

"Did I push his highness's buttons? Oh, I'm terrible sorry my league, I won't want to ruin your crown now do I-"

Before he could finish his sentence, a gust of wind blew through his hair, a body was suddenly in front of him as his eyes then widened. 

You decided to stop the french fry, so you jumped up in front of him as your body was technically flying in the sky on how high you jumped. 

He saw your sudden behavior changed to a calm state, to a more angry one as he saw your arms suddenly rising. 

Forming an X with your arms, you gracefully landed back down as Tsukki's eyes never left your form. 

Daichi and the other's were surprised also, not seeing anyone who could jump so high before. 

Suga just stood their, a smile plastering onto your face as he already knew you were a demon, not surprised from your actions. 

Tanaka's eyes widened, not believing his eyes as you stared the beanpole down, not wanting anyone in the room to be made fun of by him. 

'Did she.....stand up to me?' he thought, kind of impressed with your bravery just then. 

But soon, a burst of laughter entered the atmosphere as everyone looked to see Tanaka laughing his ass off. 

"PFFTHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA HIS FACE!!"  He wailed, hinata beside him trying his best to hold in his laugh.

Tsukki's eyes twitched as Yamaguchi was laughing beside him, actually going against the blonde. 

"Wow, she's quite a jumper there Suga, did you know about it?" Daichi asked, the captain growing quite fond of you. 

"Ahh....Y-Yeah, she explained to me her back story, which reminds me, don't we have a game to do?"

The captain nodded as he sat his stuff down, some other humans just coming  in the gym with arms full of stuff. 

"Alright everyone!" 

Everyone except you looked in daichi's direction, as you were too busy petting kiyoko's beautiful head. 

"Let's get ready for the match!"

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Her vibrations felt the same as Suga's, but more faster and harder.

You could tell the lady was like suga, maybe his mother?

Grabbing your hand, Suga stood in front of you so you wouldn't play with it anymore. "Sorry mom!" He apologized, turning back to you as he scratched his neck. 'L-Let's go inside.'

A sudden nervous feeling grew in your stomach, notifying you that you're meeting another human. 

Would his mom like you?

What if she's scared when Suga tells her your a demon?

*GASP!*

What if she's a demon also?!

Suddenly, your body froze in front of him, you're whole body started to shake as his eyes started to wide. 

Sugawara started to freak out a bit, not knowing how to fix you.

'S-Shit! I broke her!' he thought, trying to shake you out of your trance. 

Finally, after what seemed to be a minute, you finally calmed down when Suga's hand landed on your shoulders again. 

Looking up at him, your eyes met his comforting face giving you another smile. 

'Don't worry!' He signed, your eyes blinking from staring. 

'She's not scary, I promise. You'll love her as much as I.' He finished, somehow making you feel better about the situation. 

You're heartbeat starts to go down, your instincts trusting your new friend as you look up at him for a moment. 

But, soon you just nodded, allowing him to take you inside of the home. 

Relieved, Sugawara grabbed your hand again, opening the barrier as he lightly pulled you inside.

Your bare feet touched something soft, some stuff went in between your toes as curiosity got the best of you. 

It felt like fur, animal fur.

You were amazed how soft it felt under your feet, as your head looked down to see a white, fluffy looking rug. 

You're eyes sparkled, not looking away from the amazing thing as Suga took off his shoes, neatly putting them aside. 

Sugawara looked in front of him, noticing that his brother hasn't greeted him yet. 

His eyebrows furrowed, sad that his usual bright, happy brother didn't greet him.

"Mom? Mom!" Sugawara heard some pot's drop, his eyes widened as his feet bolted, him grabbing your wrist again.

Running to the kitchen, he suddenly stopped to see his mom looking at a now broken pan in her hand. 

Laughing, he let go of you as he made his way towards her, kneeling down to help pick up the falling veggies. 

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking up to meet his mother's exhausted eyes. 

"If working an all day nurse shift, then feeding you two little rascals makes me okay, then I might need a five week vacation." She joked, making the Silvette chuckle. 

"I told you I could've cooked today, you didn't have to put this extra work on you mom." 

His mom smiled at her son's words, grateful to have him around the house when times are tough. 

"Oh suga..."

Catching the boy by surprised, the mom immediately brought him into a loving hug. 

Smiling, Suga hugged her back, taking in his mothers love as both of them stayed like that for a bit. 

"What would I do without you?" She asked, making Suga chuckle again. "Probably burn the house down and become sleep deprived." HIs comment earned him a slap in the head, making the poor boy squeak as he suddenly fell to the ground.

His body shook, holding the hurting spot onto his head. "My cooking isn't that bad!" She snapped, ignoring that suga is on the floor in pain. 

"How about you try to work almost 24 hours in a germ filled hospital- Huh?" She stopped mid-sentence when her eyes landed on you.

You're head was tilted, as your eyes gazed on the shaking Silvette on the floor. Did her son bring...

A GIRL HOME!?

Her face soon brightened, instantly she stood to her feet with a hop. 

"Suga?! Who's this?!" She asked, a hint of excitement sounded through her voice. 

Sugawara stopped shaking, instantly froze in his spot as he completely forgot about you. 

Standing up quickly as he can, he stood back beside you. "O-Oh! Right, Uhm, mom this is (Y/n), I've found her in the abandoned home down the street-"

His sentence was interrupted when his mom was now in front of you, her actions caused you to freeze, your body instantly hiding behind Suga.

"EEK! She's so cute! How did you manage to talk to a girl Suga?!" Her question made him sweat drop, kind of hurt his mom always doubted him when it came to girls. 

"She's deaf, mom." He answered, causing the women's eyes to widen more. 

"Really?!" She soon then laughed, her body standing back up as she put her hands onto her hips. 

"Man Suga, you really hit the Jackpot! She's soo adorable and cute!~" 

Her giant hands soon grabbed onto your cheeks, moving suga slightly away from you as she squeezed your skin together. 

You're face was even cuter the way his mom squished, pulled, and swooshed it around, it made Suga giggled the way he could hear your soft, gruff groans. 

"Just look at these chubby cheeks! And her hair! It's softer than mine! Wow! Oh my she must be soo cold, but I just can't stop squishing her cute cheeks! Maybe we should draw a bath to clean those cuts and to get rid of the dirt-"

"Mom!" 

Freezing in her spot, her head then slowly turned to look at her son, who then let out an annoyed sigh.

"Please let go, she's quite uncomfortable with you squishing her cheeks like that." He explained, causing his mom to pout a little. 

She looked back in your direction, your eyes casually looking at her.

You bamboo thing was off, back at the abandoned home as Sugawara made you confident enough not to wear it on the way here. 

Besides, there is no way your demon side could come out. 

Right?

Smiling slightly, you hummed a bit as you brought your hand up, immediately you started to pat the mothers head, which made her eyes sparkle with excitement. 

'SOO CUTE!!!!!' she thought, now wanting to communicate with you more. 

Backing away, she grabbed your hands with her left, bringing up her right hand. 

'Hello Sweetie! I'm Sugawara's mom, It's nice to meet someone my son brings home, especially a girl!' 

'She can sign too?!' you thought, feeling slightly relieved, but also comfortable on how nice she is. 

She was really pretty too as her hair color was just the same as Suga's, but more longer, and up in a pretty bun. 

Her outfit was odd though, it was all blue and felt like paper and silk material as it had red splotches on it.

It was really odd on how human's dress in this era, but somehow it's better than just Silk kimonos. 

Ever since you got here, you couldn't even scense demon activity at all, which means that no one in this house is a Demon at all. 

What a relief. 

Better than the ones who snap at you everytime you ask for food. 

Though, you wish you could've asked the nice human for residence who gave you the delicious bun's, but you didn't want to be a bother to him. 

"Mom, we have any spare rooms Available? I don't want her to sleep " Suga asked, making His mom look to him. 

"Of course! She can use the Guest room for now, it might not be much, but until i get a little more paid we can re do it if you'd like?"

His mom's answer made him smile even more, Instantly grabbing your wrist, he gave him mom a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks mom!" 

Ruffling his hair, she smiled brighter. "Oh suga! You're such a kind soul! A Perfect ladies man, am i right?" She jokingly asked a pepper in her hand, causing Suga's cheeks to rise in embarrassment. 

"Y-Yeah! Okay mom let's not talk about that now, I need to get her settled, okay bye!" 

And with that, he quickly began to drag you away, his feet heading to the stairs as his mom just stood their, her arms crossed while a smirk was plastered onto her face. 

'He always get's embarrassed easily...' she thought, seeing how you both are halfway up already.

But, she remembered she had to tell him something from earlier. 

Now she knows what. 

"Oh, Suga!" She called, making the Silvette look her way. 

"Yes mom?"

She smiled. "Maji's at his friends house, so you should be fine on getting her settled in, okay?" Nodding, Suga continued to hold your hand as you and him made way to the upstairs. 

His mom kept watching with a smile on her face, the towel in her left hand soon going on her right shoulder. 

'I like her..' she thought, soon turning around to get back to making dinner. 

'I really like her...'

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"Haha, I've seen you found my bed!" The silvette spoke, his form standing in the doorway as a towel sat on top of his head. 

Just getting out of a shower for him was always good, since him and Minji were the only boys, he doesn't have to worry about walking out to the hallway clothed. 

But, now that you're here, it makes him getting ready much more difficult, not that he's complaining of course. 

Now his eyes land on your, you're adorable self engulfed in his fluffy blankets on his bed, looking like a freshly baked blanket burrito. 

He laughed, knowing how your cheeks puffed out, your eyes sparkled from the softness of the blanket, and your somewhat tired form lazily laying onto his bed. 

It was quite cute seeing you this way, somehow making his soul happier that he has a friend with him now. 

You're skin was all cleared and patched up, due to his mom giving you a bath who knew how to clean wounds and cuts. 

She was so gentle with you, signing as slow as she can, since her Signing is a little rusty. But, you correct her if she get's a word mixed up. 

You and her gotten along so quickly that you are already part of the family. 

Hell, Suga wasn't complaining, just as long as he can keep you for the rest of the season. 

Seeing your body wearing his clothes made his heart ache, in a good way!

He loves to see his little brother in his clothes and he's happy too see you in them also. 

It makes you look a lot smaller than you are, the way the huge shirt hanged down to your thighs, and also how his nike basketball shorts go down to your knees. 

Oh boy does it drive him wild. 

He was about to blush then and their, until your head suddenly looks up, your eyes meeting the Silvette human in the doorway. 

As your face brightened, you jumped off from the bed, your bare feet pattering on the floor as you made your way to him. 

Getting in front of im, he looked down at you while you held your hand out, soon standing on your tippy toes as you gently pat his wet hair. 

Laughing at your actions, he bended down a bit more, making it so you'd not have to work so hard. 

Smiling, you continued to pat his soft, wet hair, a small blush forming onto your cheeks as you noticed water dripping down his neck. 

You paused the on coming head rub, now somehow you weren't unable to move. 

All you could do is just, stare. 

Stare at his handsome form while his Hazel eyes look to yours.  

'I-IS SHE BLUSHING?!' The setter thought, his heart beating faster, and faster the more you stare at him. 

His hand suddenly grabbed your wrist, gently bringing your hand down from his head as the cute bean gave you a small smile. 

'Let's go to bed. We have  to go to my school tomorrow for a three on three game, So it's better to sleep early so we won't be walking Zombies

You're breath suddenly hitched. 

His explanation made you kind of confused, because you don't know what he's talking about. 

What's a school?

Is it a place to teach demon's like you?

What if he's really taking her to a place were they torture you?

The though of it made your whole body shiver, your eyes sadly looking up to him which made the silvette setter to suddenly freeze.

'H-Hey! It's alright, the school isn't going to hurt you. Zombies don't exist- well I don't know what exists or doesn't exist, but I go to Kurasuno, so that's where you'll be attending also. I promise I won't let anyone hurt you, got it?' 

 His sudden feel better explanation made your heart at ease. You're eyes now focusing on his warm smile, making your whole body start to at least calm down a little bit. 

Sighing with relief, Sugawara set his towel in his dirty clothes basket, then his arms wrapped around your tiny form. 

Bringing up his right hand, he made sure you saw it as he was going to tell you something important. 

'If you need me, I'll be in the room next door So if you get scared, all you have to do is walk over to the Guest room, Okay?"

You're heart suddenly melted from the very nice gesture. Sugawara was the nicest human in this world so far, a human you can actually trust who won't shun you away, or even sell you to demon slaughters. 

You were grateful to meet him, and hopes to stay with him until your siblings find you again, and bring you back home. 

But for now, you were stuck here. So you had to get used to Human lifestyle here, and somehow not stick out too much. 

Backing away from your new friend, you gave him a small nod, while your tiny left hand made a salute in front of him. 

Suga's eyes sparkle. 'So cute!!!'

And with that, Sugawara patted your head one last time, as you then ran to his surprisingly giant bed. 

Cutely, you crawled under the covers as you're tired face let out a silent yawn. 

Suga smiled at the site of you engulfed in his fluffy covers, your bare feet slightly hanging off of the edge of the bed while your toes wiggled cutely. 

Suddenly, Sugawara turned around as he turned off his room light, his feet heading out the door as he only just cracked it beside him. 

Looking in between the crack of his door, he saw that you completely fell asleep already, which put's the boy at ease. 

And with that, he walked a little bit down the hallway as his body soon entered the guest room, the door shutting behind him quietly. 

Smiling to himself, the setter stretched his arms over his head, his feet walking across the room floor as his body plopped down onto the mattress. 

Somehow, you've never left his mind as the recent scenes of running into you replayed in his head. 

He couldn't stop thinking on how cute and adorable you looked, especially when your in his clothes. 

You're the nicest and sweetest girl- well, he should say demon but he's not used to that part yet. 

In his mind he doesn't feel the slightest regret of what he did. 

Who knows?

Maybe bringing you in wasn't as bad after all?

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'KURASUNO GYMNASIUM.'3

That's what your eyes read as your tiny form stood in front of two large barriers, the vibrations in your ears going crazy as if multiple beings are behind the door. 

You're hair was up today, the reason being is that Sugawara's mom decided to do your hair.

Which she was really talented at. 

You couldn't help but touch it the whole way there, and it still amazes you on how it's still up and not falling over your face. 

Sugawara had a small smile beside you, his form watching as you face looked more excited then nervous. 

You're hazel eyes sparkled more and more from the new Vibrations hitting your ears, every one of them having a unique type of personality. 

Though, you didn't like one of them because the vibrations were being a little mean to the others. 

You're hand was holding onto his clothing, as the black fabric of his jacket tugged a little bit. 

But it didn't bother Suga one bit. 

Instead, his hand grabbed a hold of the door, as he suddenly slid the metal barrier open. 

You're eyes instantly widened as your vision saw a bunch of balls going over a net, then hitting the floor as the vibrations of them hit your ears a bit. 

A Bunch of human's were jumping in the air, especially a black haired human. Who's face was a little bit scary for your liking. 

Instantly, your form started to hide behind suga's as both of you entered the gym.

Sugawara could sense you being super shy, which he thought it was cute as the way you were suddenly hugging his back. 

His heart was fairly beating faster, as his backside felt the warmth of your arms wrapped around it, but also your body was shaking with a little bit of fear. 

The first person to notice Suga was Kyoko, who then gave him a welcoming smile as the female human walked in your guys's direction. 

"Hello Suga, Daichi isn't here yet so you have time to go over some stuff with the two-" 

Her sentence was interrupted when she saw your head poking out, her eyes landing on your shy form. 

"Who's this?" She asked, her finger pointing in your direction. 

The other player human's seemed to stop as the black hair and the Orange haired human stopped in their tracks, instantly looking in Kiyoko's direction. 

"Oh!" 

Sugawara moved slightly out of the way, suddenly fully bringing your form into her view. 

"This is (Y/n) Kamado, I found her at the abandoned house down the street from my house. She's quite shy, and she's also Deaf-"

"HELLO! MY NAME IS HINATA SHOYO! YOU'RE SHORTER THAN ME!!" A loud voice interrupted, as an Orange hair human was suddenly in front of you which made you silently squeak, your body hiding behind Suga completely. 

" BOKE HINATA BOKE! DON'T GO UP IN PEOPLES FACES LIKE THAT YOU TERD!" Another voice yelled, the same black haired human coming up beside him, soon slapping the orange human across the head. 

"HEY! BAKAYAMA I WASN'T SCARING HER! YOU'RE MORE LIKE TO SCARE HER WITH YOUR UGLY FACE!" Hinata snapped back, making Kageyama's face turn angry. 

"Oh don't be a dumbass! I'm not that bad looking!" He argued, scarily looking into hinata's soul.

"Says the idiot who's mirror break's everytime you look in the mirror!" 

"GRRRR WHY YOU!!!" 

Their vibrations were really loud, which made your ears hurt more.

He was definitely hype, and more loud than Suga-senpai. 

"Guys! Stop, your making her uncomfortable-"

A bald, shaved human was beside him, also very close to your liking as his eyes basically were made out of hearts. 

"MY NAME IS TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE! WOW, SUGA! YOU REALLY HIT THE JACK POT-"

Kiyoko then grabbed the bald human by the collar, instantly setting him beside her. 

"Would you be quiet? You're scaring the poor thing." She blankly stated, her face soon turning into a soft smile. 

"You said she was Deaf, right Suga?"

That question seemed to caught Hinata's attention as his mouth formed an O shape. 

He then looked back at you, who was basically shaking with fear. 

'She's deaf?' He thought, his mind instantly feeling bad for suddenly getting into your face. 

Tobio seemed to have the same thought as he looked at you also, but his face was surprised from Kiyoko's comment. 

"Yeah, and she's voiceless too. So if she doesn't talk at all, that means her voice is completely gone." He explained, making his friends faces to sadden. 

'She has no voice?' Hinata thought, suddenly he felt worse for you to go through that, he wonders what it's like not having a voice, or being deaf. But, those thing's don't change a person in looks or personality. It's just another part of life a person has to go through. 

Hinata's eyes trailed off of your form, his eyes landing on Kageyama who was holding a blank face. 

He looked at your tiny form, seeing how you are wearing offly big close for your size. 

Curious, his face turned to suga's. 

"Is she wearing your close?" He asked, the silvette nodded from his question. 

"Yeah! I found her only wearing a torn up dress, we never had girls at our house before, so the size difference are advanced. But this weekend my mom will take her shopping for new clothes." He explained. 

'Oh....' Hinata and Kageyama thought, their eyes looking at you again. 

Somehow, you started to calm down as you saw how Suga's friends are acting around him. 

They don't seem very mean at all, more like brothers to him. 

Nore do they look like demon slaughters at all. 

It kind of makes you happy suga has these friends, instead of Someone mean, and snippy. 

Yes, their vibrations are a lot louder than Suga's. But, they are alot more Unique and different. 

Which makes them really special. 

Suddenly, you took a chance as you then got out of hiding. 

Tanaka's eyes basically sparkled, as he was the first one to notice your bravery. 

'SHE'S SO TINY!!' he thought, holding his heart as he felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

Kiyoko noticed next, seeing how your bare feet slowly traveled across the gym floor, heading over to Kageyama. 

The Blackette slightly started to freak out, seeing how a deaf and voiceless girl is approaching him. 

How does he react?

Will he be able to communicate you with his terrible sign language?

Are you a meany than a softie on the inside. 

Are you going to hit him?

Shoyo's thoughts were the complete opposite from his, instead, his eyes sparkled like tanaka's as his head look down to you, noticing the cute bandages on your arm's and leg's. 

For the first time, Hinata blushed a bit on how cute you looked.

As your form stopped in front of Kageyama, your eyes just looked up at his, your mouth soon forming a soft smile. 

Suddenly, you felt comfortable around Suga's new friends, you yourself wanting to get to know them too. 

So, you decided to take the first step. 

Head rubs. 

Standing on your tippy toes, your face got a lot closer to Kageyama's, who then started to blush madly from a girl getting this close. 

'W-What the hell is she doing?!' he thought, trying his best not to push you off. 

As his head looked down to yours, you're hand rose to the top of his head, your soft, yet warm fingers suddenly meeting with his very fluffy, well taken care of hair. 

Then Kageyama froze. 

He soon felt your small hand rub on the top of his head, you giving him small head pats also. 

Everyone except suga was surprised by your actions, Tanaka and Hinata's heart's instantly melting from the sight. 

Kageyama didn't move, nore he moved you. 

He just stood there, surprised that you were brave enough to give the other setter head pats. 

His heart was quite warm on how close you are, but also at ease from how comforting the head rubs you give are. 

You were surely something else. 

"She seems to take a liking to you Kageyama." Sugawara spoke up, a smile then plastering his face at the sight. 

All Kageyama could do was just slowly nod, as his blue, handsome eyes looked down at you more. 

You're right hand was completely free, as your (E/c) eyes looked over to the orange haired human, who still had sparkles in his eyes.

Smiling, your right hand went on top of his head also, moving back and forth as your rubbed it also, making the sunshine boy giggle.

Kiyoko smiled at the sight as she saw your hand move from Kageyama's to Tanaka's head, which he was fanboying about as his body moved in a weird and goofy way.

But soon, the head pats were interrupted when unfamiliar Vibrations ran through your ears. 

Curious, you looked behind to were sugawara was to see three Unfamiliar Human's beside him. 

There was a dark brownette human, who was quite handsome as he had the same jacket as Suga on. 

He also looked to be the same age as him, which was a relief.

A warm smile was placed onto his face, seeing how there's a new girl in the gymnasium. 

"Was this the girl you were telling be about Suga?" He asked, making Suga and his team look at the brownette.

Smiling at him, he nodded. "Of course Daichi, this is (Y/n) Kamado, the girl I got from that Abandoned house down the street from mine. 

A scoff escaped a rather tall human, his arms crossed as he glared at you in front of him. 

"Great, a street rat, we want one of those on the court. Especially a girl, they have more rabies than male ones." He teased, a small smirk soon forming onto his face which caused his friend beside him to slightly freeze. 

"Tsukki! What if she hears you?!" He asked, a little nervousness hinted his voice. 

The tall french fry rolled his eyes, his giant hands pushing up the weird object onto his face. 

Odly, It compliments his soft, yet messy blonde hair, which shined in the moonlight. 

 You could feel how hard, and gruffy his vibrations are, telling you that he's a very salty, yet mean human. 

"Shut up Yam's, that's the point." He replied, making the cute green haired boy to gulp. 

"Gomen Tsukki!" 

You're head tilted in front of him, seeing that this human was way shyer than his mean friend. 

He was quite cute and handsome, the way his green hair blowed in the wind, while the hair on top of his head was quite longer than Sugawara's. 

Out of curiosity, you walked over to the shy boy, who's eyes now just landed on you.

He suddenly froze, seeing you walk closer and closer to him. 

As you stopped in front of him, you began to rub his soft, yet smooth hair gently, making Yamaguchi to stutter more. 

"O-Oh, U-Uh, H-Hi there, uh K-Kamado-"

"Oh, I forgot to mention to you three, the Deaf and Voiceless, so if you try and talk to her, She won't be able to respond." Suga explained, making Tsukki and Yamaguchi look at your form again. 

"Good, she can't hear my comments on how annoying she's being, she's trading rabies to poor Yamaguchi...I almost feel bad for him." Tsukki cockily replied, that same smirk still holding onto his face. 

"Says the guy who looks like fucking fast food." Kageyama remarked, his blue eyes suddenly glaring into his sole. 

"Did I push his highness's buttons? Oh, I'm terrible sorry my league, I won't want to ruin your crown now do I-"

Before he could finish his sentence, a gust of wind blew through his hair, a body was suddenly in front of him as his eyes then widened. 

You decided to stop the french fry, so you jumped up in front of him as your body was technically flying in the sky on how high you jumped. 

He saw your sudden behavior changed to a calm state, to a more angry one as he saw your arms suddenly rising. 

Forming an X with your arms, you gracefully landed back down as Tsukki's eyes never left your form. 

Daichi and the other's were surprised also, not seeing anyone who could jump so high before. 

Suga just stood their, a smile plastering onto your face as he already knew you were a demon, not surprised from your actions. 

Tanaka's eyes widened, not believing his eyes as you stared the beanpole down, not wanting anyone in the room to be made fun of by him. 

'Did she.....stand up to me?' he thought, kind of impressed with your bravery just then. 

But soon, a burst of laughter entered the atmosphere as everyone looked to see Tanaka laughing his ass off. 

"PFFTHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA HIS FACE!!"  He wailed, hinata beside him trying his best to hold in his laugh.

Tsukki's eyes twitched as Yamaguchi was laughing beside him, actually going against the blonde. 

"Wow, she's quite a jumper there Suga, did you know about it?" Daichi asked, the captain growing quite fond of you. 

"Ahh....Y-Yeah, she explained to me her back story, which reminds me, don't we have a game to do?"

The captain nodded as he sat his stuff down, some other humans just coming  in the gym with arms full of stuff. 

"Alright everyone!" 

Everyone except you looked in daichi's direction, as you were too busy petting kiyoko's beautiful head. 

"Let's get ready for the match!"

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[contentcompendiumrw]

Oppenheimer Thoughts

Oppenheimer was a very good move. It's very respectable to have tried and cover such a topic in a singular film however I believe the film's hubrice to be its ultimate downfall in some clear ways.

I really enjoyed how the soundtrack was very, everpresent. It never felt like it turned off (bar obvious key moments) and this just to me, seemed very satisfying as it felt like one big soundtrack, keyed specifically for each sequence.

As for the pacing it was a little batshit. For a three hour film it was incredibly fast paced, but it felt like the film was trying to get itself over and done with as fast as possible. It didn't feel like three hours which was really good especially for those who can't stand long films, but on the other hand it felt like the film was on 1.5x speed and as if the film was afraid people would get bored.

The acting was, very subtle, in a good way. I like that I really got the sense that, despite the drastic scenarios and themes of the film, it really showed that those who worked on the Manhatten Project were just, really a bunch of dorks fucking around to eventually find out and it led to a lot of weird, perhaps unintentional comedy for me but I enjoyed it a lot because of that, it didn't feel as dour as, it certainly was supposed to.

The practical effects, while incredibly impressive, seemed very, out of place in conjunction with the character driven story. I loved the images of space, fire, electrons and of course the bomb but outside OF the bomb most of them felt just like, cool imagery for the sake of it.

The film is, quite scattered, understandably but it's very enjoyable I'm unsure if, those watching it just for the sake of it for the meme will, really get anything from it. It's a little bit of everything it needed to be but also not enough simultaneously.

Well worth the watch, but I'd really only say for a certain type of person. I don't mean that in a pretentious way just, if you didn't care about the story before the film, I doubt it will make you suddenly care.

8/10

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[thechillsquid]

Thoughts about grief

Warnings: I get personal about death and loss, reflecting on its effects

It’s interesting, to know loss when you can still know those times before, feel that warmth and closeness despite the empty chill of the present. It’s strange, hungry and consuming, tearing off small pieces with every time it circles back around. But it doesn’t always have to hurt, sometimes grief is removing the anger and knowing there’s nothing you could have done, sometimes it is knowing that you still had those moments even if you’ll never have them back.

It hurts, aches, stings, burns, chills, etc. Etc. It lingers, it fades, it clings, but it still finds a place eventually.

But god do I wish I didn’t have to feel it sometimes. It’s been a decade since I left home and when I got back she wasn’t there, it’s been a decade since I heard her laugh to the point I can’t remember what it sounded like, it’s been a decade since I asked ‘where’s mom?’ and had sobs answer me.

It hurts still, fresh pangs now and again, silent tears when I think of the songs she’d play when driving, a low ache when I see pictures of her smiling, a longing for someone I only saw again on a cold table later (days? Week? Time didn’t really have a hold on me after that, I don’t even know how long it had been before I was shakily going back to school in a whole new place). She didn’t look like she was supposed, she was all dolled up when she was the kind of lunatic that would drive through the mud and lift weights up and down our driveway smiling when I’d cheer her on in a squeaky little voice. She didn’t wear makeup like how they dressed her up, but well, it was an empty imitation, right?

I don’t know. I don’t know how to feel. You think that I would know, but that’s the funny thing, you can’t always explain emotions and response. You can certainly try to predict it or manipulate it, but I know it will happen as it wants.

It’s gotten easier to acknowledge, that’s for certain. I used to burst into tears whenever I heard certain songs, I was reduced to sobs because of a ‘yo mama’ joke, I would lay in bed at night and feel empty.

It was a strange time, but well. I can say her name now without burning completely. I can listen to those songs and feel some sense of closeness instead of emptiness. Hell, I’ll even make jokes in turn when people bring up moms. Sometimes night still makes me somber and quiet, but that’s okay.

And I mean, I may have lost a mom, but I gained a lot after. I have a mother, who will never replace my ma, but she was there for me and still is. I love and appreciate her. I have new siblings, I don’t care to add the ‘step’ on because they’re as true to me as blood will ever be. They’re dumbasses sometimes but I’ll do anything for em. I have new friends that have stuck by me, I got a best friend I can depend on, I got people in my corner who I can trust. I adore those knuckleheads. And well, here I am still. Cause of a bunch of silly internet people, I remember y’all even if I haven’t talked with any of y’all in years and I don’t know where you went, but damn. I started writing again, I started doing art again, I grew and became who I am, and well. Ain’t that something?

I got a whole collage of new people I’ve met, I got absoute dorks who I plan evil little stories with, I got folk I play dnd with and laugh with, I got those who make me feel real when I lose my grip. And goddamn, ain’t that something!

Because I lost a lot. But I also gained a lot.

If I could go back, well I don’t know what I’d do. I’d like to say I’d tell her don’t go for that drive, watch out for those trees, dad stay with her, anything like that, but? I don’t know. And well, as much as I can think about it or wonder, I’m in the present. Not the past.

There’s no point in ignoring it, that only buries things and lets em fester, but I will not try to forget. I’m here, I hurt, but I’m doing okay.

I’ve seen life and death, I’ve lost more people, I’ve had to leave some behind, I’ve gotten horrible news, I’ve lost family members, I’ve been betrayed; and still. I wouldn’t give that up. Because that’s life sometimes, you have to open yourself up if you’re to feel, it’s natural that hurt happens because of that.

I remember their influence on me, I remember her face, I remember how I’ve met so many I’ve known, and there’s more for me to do.

More places to go.

More things to try.

More thoughts to have.

More creatures to discover.

More shows to watch.

More art to create.

More people to love.

Because when the world is too big for me, when I am a mere speck, when I am full of emotions and hurting; I will still love. I will be loved.

That’s got to be worth it. I think it’s worth it. I mean, grief is simply a cause of love, ain’t it? Love that was worth it.

[crispystrawberrygarden]

Done watching Campcamp Season3

My opinion is:

THE WHOLE SEASON 3 SEEMS FANFICTIONAL

and is good

(Cough