#or i prolly wouldn't know where to put it once I start on it

[xmycxx]

tattoo!artist ellie x reader (more headcannons)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Sketchbook hc's

A/N: This is just, general stuff i was thinking of bc y'all loved this AU and i finally have some time

Dates with tatto!artist ellie

i feel like ellie, specifically tattoo artist ellie wouldn't like the huge romantic dates like going to a fancy restaurant and overdressing for it

nah

she'd def take you to a fair and hold your hand on the rides you think are scary though

you mention you like a brand? she's subscribed to their mailing list so she knows when they have stuff on sale (bc she knows you hate spending more money than you have to) and takes you there

and you're still clueless, you just think she has some sort of magic intuiton for saving money

she prefers smaller, more meaningful dates, to the point where she'd much prefer watching a movie over at your house with a pizza over getting anxiety over going somewhere fancy

Gifts

The gays def know that getting tattoo's are fuckin EXPENSIVE

so ya girl is rich and basically fuckin loaded bc of it

in turn, once she gets comfortable, she love love LOVES spoiling you

"Babe," You called out, frowning in mild exasperation at the item in your room. It wasn't that you didn't appreciate the gesture. It was just that the top was 80. fucking. dollars.

"Yea?" Ellie asked, feigning innocence and following you in your room, grinning when she saw the t-shirt in your hands. "Fits?"

"Ellie, it's almost the same price as the headphones i use," You argued, a little exasperated with this. She rolled her eyes, grinning and coming to place her hands on your hips.

"C'mon, try it on?" She asked, unfazed as you shook your head.

"Please? For me?"

By god, she could get you to do anything by just saying that. You did as she asked, and you loved it. You never would've bought it for yourself, but when you modelled it for Ellie, her smile was worth more than 3 of those tops.

You don't really go for the more expensive gifts, knowing Ellie prolly won't appreciate them much

handmade! gifts!

like, let's say you gave her a handmade bracelet or something

or like, a gimmick (gonna use a personal example here)

your friend has some spare clay or something, so you take a chunk and model it into something you knOW is super super dumb

you take the dimensions of her fav tattoo pen and make a lil snake or sm to wrap around it and make it with huge googley eyes bc it looks so creepy and weird it's hilarious

you give it to her, trying your hardest not to laugh

she finds it fuckin HILARIOUS

she doesn't use it in the shop, scared of being called a simp

instead finds a marker she uses for sketching and puts it on that, it's her favorite marker now

Affection? hugs? kisses? awkward?

i feel like ellie is not very big on pda when you first start out

like very hesitant, doesn't want to cross any lines

if you're more affectionate, she still keeps you at arms distance until she's sure she wants to indulge you

if you're not affectionate like me then it actually works for her, she slowly initiates the affection

i think she'd love hand holding the most

espECIALLY when you trace her tattoos or her lil callouses on her hands

ugh she meLTS

not huge on the PDA, like the mandatory cheek kisses, forehead pecks etc.

if you're huge on it, welcomes it with open arms

if you're not, goes for the basic linking pinkies

you actually asked her once why she doesn't like it that much

"why do i need to show other people you're mine? I mean, I'm pretty secure in the fact that you're my girlfriend, why does the rando across the street need to see my tongue down your throat to get that?"

you choked on your drink at that answer

however, that attitude takes a 180 turn when she's jealous

A/N: Give me headcannons for jealous ellie, i have nOne. Also, what do y'all think of this?

[avinwrites]

Ithaqua x Reader Headcanons!

This one isn't taken as seriously, as in it has more jokes and stuff, sometimes headcanons will be like this, sometimes, I'll be more serious :3

Alright, first things first we have to decide a personality for him

-I think he’s definitely quiet, more soft spoken, a little introverted, but still playful, but it takes time to get him to the smiling point

-in the first match, he’s taking it really seriously until the end, he’s a little afraid that he actually killed the survivors

-if You or anyone for that matter, comes up to him, he’ll be polite, but slightly unsociable

-in the future, interacting, more matches, maybe tea after a game, he’ll be nice, talk about his backstory, provided you tell him about yourself as well

-he might say you remind him of his mother, nice and caring, unfairly mistreated, and someone he…

-he’ll come back to that point

-sometimes he will play around in matches, if you're ever overheating, he will gladly blow a gust of cold wind towards you

-he can’t do much if you're cold but that’s where u come in

-if ur cold, they’re cold, let them in lmaoo

-but ultimately, he’s a fun person to be around, once you get to know him

-cue taking you on rides on the stilts, snowball fights in Leo’s Memory, always letting you get the dungeon if you want it

-the “games/matches” turn into actual games with him

-genuine smiles from both sides, and the childhood he never got to have 

-you both just want each other to be happy and you’re both very willing to be that person for one another

Extra additions!

-he got claw claws, like sharp ass things

-he’s scared to touch you for the first time

-it’s all fun and games until feelings get involved

-literally

-y’all’re playing one of your games

-you trip and fall

-his first instinct is to help you up

-but his claw catches your finger and a relatively large cut begins to bleed

-oh shit.jpg

-he’s gets really really upset

-you'll have to be like “no no it’s really ok”

-take his claws in your hands

-run each finger over the smooth nail-like points and curves

-he’s smitten

-“comparing hand sizes”

-it’s cliche but true

-he has trouble holding your hand, but putting your palm up against his has him blushing behind that mask

-do it often

-Hates chairing you but also really likes to win the game

-will leave u alive until the end tho

-if he’s doing really good and gets all survivors out before all ciphers were completed, he’ll give you little challenges and continue playing even though you’ve already lost

-once again, will always give you the dungeon escape

-he’s just nice like that

-only you though, someone else tries to get him to let them escape, he's chairing them

-and with the tea parties/meals

-he's not big on cooking

-(but i am) but if you are, that/s great

-if not, it's no big deal, you're both happy with snacks

-he likes to chat over a nice hot cup of tea

-despite being mostly uneducated, he likes to talk about philosophy

-here's where we get into all guesses territory^

-he likes to think about the idea of nature versus nurture

-he's a good person, he loves his mother, and his mother raised him well

-he has the nurture belief, he thinks highly of his mother

-plus, if nature were true, wouldn't that make his twin a good person

-no, he doesn’t think so

Other things he likes includes:

-warmth

-quips and banter whilst playing

-his fav thing to eat is prolly warm cookies or some kind of meat soup

-hates super spicy things, but likes things with a lot of flavor

-like cilantro

-i hate cilantro, i got the soap gene

-but I bet he loves it

-his favorite game mode to play is– idk I would say –blackjack because that's the most ‘game’ like and if he's teamed with u he doesn’t have to hurt u

(And then, right after I wrote this, I started writing a one-shot of playing blackjack with Ithaqua on your team :))

[infin1ty-garden]

can you do a jill roberts x gn! reader? Reader and jill were childhood bestfriends but then reader moved.And now reader is back and she and jill reunite during the killings and jill is revealed and she prolly gives reader an option to join her or die? You could choose the ending.

UNTIL THE END

.ೃ࿐ summary: [ in request ] .ೃ࿐ pairing: jill roberts x gn! reader .ೃ࿐ warnings: weapons, injuries being inflicted, murder, stabbings & threats .ೃ࿐ word count: 747 .ೃ࿐ author note: sorry this request took a bit longer. some personal stuff came up. i'm working on other request but it's taking longer than expected.

masterlist. & part 2

Woodsboro barely changed since you'd last been there, at least that's what everyone tells you. To be honest you don't remember it well. Something or someone you will never forget is Jill Roberts. You used to be bestfriends. Living next door to each other. Inseparable, where one goes the other will follow.

When you moved the two of you tried to stay in touch but one thing led to another and you haven't spoken in a long time. You hoped she remembered you at the very least. Your parents picked a horrible time to move back as the ghostface murder's have started again. But there was nothing you could do about it.

You did reunite with Jill and she did in fact remember you as did her aunt. It felt as if almost nothing had changed. Jill fills you in on what you'd missed as well as introducing you to Kirby and Oliva. They seemed nice enough. Everyone was on edge since the murders started and Jill was glued to your side.

She was the one to invite you to the after party at Kirby's house. Once you arrived it seemed as if there was no one in the house. Suddenly Jill came running down stairs. "Where's everyone?"

"I don't know Sindy is on the roof chasing away the killer," Jill said, clearly panicking and assuring you somewhere safer. "The killer's here?" She didn't answer you, instead leading you to a hiding place. "I'm gonna call the cops. You stay here," the next few minutes you heard a lot of commotion but decided to stay put.

The door was ripped open by Charlie. He grabs you. Pointing the knife at your neck. "What are they doing here?" Jill was now dressed in a ghostface costume. "Are you trying to double cross me?"

"I would never do that, baby." In a blink of an eye she held the gun up. Shooting Charlie in the head. He dropped to the floor. You froze. Jill just killed somebody. She slowly moved closer to you. Cupping your cheeks and moving your head away from Charlie's body.

You only now noticed Sidney and Travis were also in the room. Sidney being the only one alive. "Look at me! You don't have to be afraid," she pulled you closer. "It's just you and me until the end. What do you say?" Sidney begged her not to do this. Not to harm anymore people.

"Until the end," you replied. Jill kissed you with ferocity, you had never experienced as if wanting to convey years of longing in one kiss. Everything after that was a blur. You ended up in the hospital. Sidney was pronounced dead. Leaving the only survivors being you, Jill and Gale.

Jill basked in the fame that came with being one of the survivors. You refused any attempt to get you in front of a camera. Every single thought in Jill's head was consumed by her new found fame or at least that's how you felt. She constantly cancelled on dates or didn't bother showing up.

You felt even more isolated. Your peers avoided you like the plague. Afraid that being in your presence would lead to them being the next victim. Even if the killers were caught. Your parents didn't know how to act around you. Resulting in them pretending as if nothing happened.

You decided to break up with Jill as she has barely shown a smidge of care since the relationship started. You thought a text was the best option since that's the only way the two of you interact. She didn't reply to your text. You went on with your day feeling a lot better. You thought Jill wouldn't care.

You thought wrong as she was holding a knife against your neck. "What did I do?"

"Why would you leave me?"

"Over text! What kind of person does that?"

"Why would YOU do that?" Tears were falling down her face. "You promised! You promised until the end," her voice got quieter by the end. Her grip on the knife loosened. You slowly took it from her. Putting it out of her reach. "You are the one who gave up on us. Not me."

"Please don't leave me. I'll change," her hands gripped your shirt. "I've heard that enough time to know that's not gonna happen."  The knife was in her hand again. "YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME! You can't leave me. I won't let you." She stabbed you.

Thanks for reading and requesting!

[cottondo]

JAX X FEM READER // cloud nine

Digital circus

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prologue

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"Y/N!" A loud voice echos through the restaurant, "Just finish cleaning that last section, and you're outta here!"

Oh, hell yeah!

You turn your head in the direction of your manager, smiling with excitement. "Yess! Okay," it was pretty obvious by your tone of voice that you were excited to get the fuck out of there.

After a long night of serving tables, you wanted to just relax.

Sore feet, tired eyes, that front door was practically calling your name after an eight hour shift.

With a rag in hand, broom in the other, you begin wiping down the last table, and sweeping up any leftover crumbs on the floor. Honestly, you liked your job. It had its moments like any place, but overall, you were really happy here.

The customers treat you well, you make good money, and, it really helped that your coworkers were nice.

 

Finishing up your section was quick, and once you collected your tips from the night, you ran the F out of there. Trotting out of the building to your car, you hop inside, grip the wheel, and start it up.

The ride home consisted of blasting music with the windows down, speeding through the yellow lights, until you finally made it back to the shared apartment complex you call home.

Your tired feet travel up the stairs, standing to meet eyes with the front door. Jingling keys around your wrist, you lift your hand to unlock the door, and step inside. You inhale a small breath in excitement to be home, and kick off your shoes.

"Yoo, I'm home, bitch." You call out into the void of the dim hallway, looking around for a certain mischievous roommate. It wouldn't take her long to show up. Especially since you worked the night shift- - that meant you brought food home with you.

Footsteps make their way up to you, and you smile in their direction.

"Girl, you know those two teenagers that show up every once in a while and throw stuff out near our dumpster?" F/N bumps your shoulder, eyes all wide and crazy.

You frown slightly, "Damn, I just walked in the door—"

"So!" She waves her arms, "They tossed their fucking VR headset out!"

Your eyes widen a bit in curiosity. It probably didn't work- - who would throw out a headset if it wasn't broken?

"Okay? And?"

 

"And- it still works!" She shook your shoulders dramatically. You had to see it to believe it.

"No way," you laugh. "What the hell? It's prolly cursed or somethin' then." Your smirk was enough to piss her off as you brushed past her and made your merry way into the kitchen. With your leftovers bag in hand, you set it on the countertop and look around to gather your mind.

F/N sighs, rolling her eyes at you. "It came with some weird circus game. I dunno, it looked kinda lame. Wanna try it out?" Her voice seemed pretty desperate for attention.

You look up with a tired expression, mouth slanting into a crooked frown. "I wanna sit down and eat. I just worked all day!" You laugh.

"You can sit and play! C'mon!" She drags you into her bedroom. You groan, stepping over the piles of laundry covering her floor, food bag in hand. "Did you clean it? Because I'm not wearing that thing if it's been in the complex dumpster." It's not like you were gonna just put some weird headset on if you didn't know where it came from.

"Of course I cleaned it," she huffs, back facing you, as she pulls out the device from her desk. "That's gross."

You shrug, stuffing a forkful of rice into your mouth as you look around her untidy room. "Just checking."

Her hands find a plug, and connects the headset's wire into her desktop.

She places it on her head, smiling wide as it turns on. "Yo this is so cool," f/n laughs, moving her head around. "I can't believe I found this thing."

You shake your head at her, snickering. "I can't either."

Her hands raise up, and she takes the headset off, blinking a few times to adjust back to reality. "Try it on! It's so cool,"

You set your food aside, and laugh, nodding and holding a hand out for it. "Okay, gimme."

You take the headset, and move over to the computer desk. Sitting down, you adjust it on your face to fit more comfortably. It fit pretty snug. You find the game on the screen, and smile. "It was that circus game, right? Imma click on it," you tell her, assuming she could see the computer screen, while you look through the headset.

"Yeah! Go for it." She takes a seat, leaning forward with anticipation.

You use the controller and click on the game. As it loads up, your eyes squint a bit from how bright it was. Holy shit, it was like walking into a neon daycare center.

"Ugh, it's bright," you mumble, looking at the screen.

"Really?" F/N asks.

You nod, head feeling a little funny. You swore that headset felt tighter. "It feels really weird,"

Suddenly, the screen seemed to fit your vision almost perfectly.

It really felt like you were in the game . . So weird.

"F/N?" You ask, not hearing a reply.

Oh, cute. She probably pulled a dumbass prank on you again.

The colorful circus screen zoomed in, and man it felt weird being in VR while crashing in a game. The ground got closer and closer, and with each second of you falling, you felt your stomach drop. Why did this feel SO REAL?

"Yo! What the f—!"

 

 

Did you just get censored?

 

 

"Aah!"

Your body hits the floor. Ouch.

With a groan, you manage to sit yourself up from the wooden floorboards. It looked like you were on some sort of . . stage? How is this possible?!

Your eyes squint through the bright colors, and your breath hitches.

 

"Ugh! Don't tell me this is another NPC screwing up the theme song again!"

[mad4turtles]

brave when I have to be (pt 2)

a ROTTMNT future!fic

[PART 1 HERE]

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Casey is going to die.

Physically, he's no worse for wear. His broken hand is an easy fix between Master Mikey's healing hands and the sling Aunt April fashions to keep it steady against his chest, the cuts he received from Subprime's claws are all stitched up, and the bruises will eventually fade with some ice. 

Mentally, emotionally and spiritually? Casey can feel the noose around his neck, tense and tight as the silence chokes the med bay.

Master Leonardo hasn't said a word. He'd tended to Casey's minor lacerations, but his face was hard and cold. He didn't look Casey in the eye once. And Casey's too afraid to try, so he keeps his head down and doesn't talk. It won't do much to prevent his death, but it might quicken the blow. 

Leonardo puts the equipment away, carefully rolling up the unused bandages and throwing out the bloody tissues. Michelangelo takes Casey's uninjured hand and holds it tight. April is typing something on Uncle Tello's Genius Built vambrace, probably checking in on the soft shell. 

Thinking of how badly his hands shook as he fought for control makes Casey's eyes burn with shame.

Sensei snaps the first-aid box shut and straightens, facing the wall. “Commander.”

Everyone jumps. Aunt April sets her jaw and steps forward. “Sir.”

“Take Casey to my quarters. I'll finish up here. Michelangelo, help Don. It's been over ten minutes, and he hasn't calmed down. He might need assistance.”

Twin senses are something else, Casey thinks in awe.

But Uncle Mikey frowns at Sensei's shell. “Leo—”

“Michael. Go. Help. Don.”

Uncle Mikey's frown deepens, but he lets Casey go with a final hair ruffe before floating off the ground and through the door. Aunt April gives Sensei's shell a look before helping the boy off the bed and herding him out of the med bay with an arm around his shoulders. 

Her grip is tight but not restraining. He could run for it right now. He wouldn't get far, but he could try.

But the look on April's face has him leaning against her instead. He needs it about as much as she does.

They reach Sensei's room—back where it all started—and Casey sits on the bed. It's huge, just like Sensei, and soft as far as old mattresses go with limited resources. 

April rolls her neck and shoulders with a long sigh, hands on her hips. “Damn,” she says with feeling. “What a freakin' day.” 

She looks at Casey, frowning sternly, and the boy wilts under her gaze. She's always been fierce, fearless and wild as his mother, but she's never lost her temper the way she did. Even now, all shades of angry and frightened, her stare doesn't burn through him, but still blisters the skin. 

“Your Sensei's prolly gonna give you hell when he gets here,” she says, “but I'mma give you my two cents real quick. If you ever pull that shit again while I live and breathe, I will slap the caps off your knees.”

Casey believes her. He's seen her do it. “Yes, ma'am,” he squeaks.

April nods. “Good.” Then she leans down to squeeze Casey in a hug. Eyes watering, Casey returns it as best he can with one arm, burying his nose into her shoulder. 

She kisses his cheek. “Love you, baby.”

Casey sniffs. “Love you, too.”

There's a knock at the door, ending the moment swiftly and cruelly as April lets go and straightens. She claps him firmly on the shoulder with a smile that sits like a grimace and says, “Good luck.”

Gee, thanks. I'll write that on my tombstone.

Sensei walks into the room, big and imposing in ways Casey only ever saw in the aftermath of battle. April leaves Casey and gives Sensei a long look on her way past him. There's a conversation in their eyes Casey isn't privy to, a connection a lifetime in the making beyond anything Casey will ever know. 

Whatever April says has Sensei sighing, shoulders drooping. April briefly squeezes his left hand and leaves the room. Sensei shuts the door behind her, and then it's just them. 

Sensei's metal hand clenches the handle tight for a minute. Shoulders climbing to his ears, Casey bites his lip.

Then Sensei faces him, the frown as deep as it was in the med bay but not as cold. He crosses the short distance until he's looming over Casey, folding his arms. 

Casey has never felt so small.

“I don't think it needs to be said, but I'll say it anyway,” Sensei says lowly. “Casey, I am very disappointed in you.”

He isn't yelling, but this feels ten times worse. Casey ducks his head, staring hard at his lap. “I know.”

“See, I don't think you do. You—Jesus, Casey, you could've been killed today!” Sensei's voice climbs as the anger spikes, frustration drawing a hiss from his chest as he pinches the bridge of his snout. “You deliberately disobeyed me! And what's worse, you could've jeopardized the whole team! They had no idea you were there or that you left! What if you blew their cover by sneaking off? What if Subprime called for reinforcements while he hunted you down?! Did you even have a plan? Do you have any idea what you could've done?!”

Casey's eyes fill up and spill over his cheeks. 

“I'm sorry,” he hiccups because his body enjoys betraying him today, making him look and act like the baby they all see him as. At this point, though, he probably deserves it. 

“I just—I just wanted to help. I-I thought I could be a s-scout, spot the danger before it got too close. I didn't mean to get caught. I didn't mean to make trouble or—or hurt Uncle Tello or make you mad.” He scrubs his good arm over his face and only makes more of a mess as he sniffles hard. “'m so sorry, Sensei.”

He can barely see through the tears but watches the fight drain out of the slider. The fire dies, and Sensei sighs long and heavy. He sits on the bed next to Casey, rubbing his left hand over his face wearily. For a moment, he says nothing, Casey's sniffles filling the silence.

“... Casey,” he says softly, still retaining some of that earlier sternness. “I'm... I'm mad, don't get me wrong. Like, I'm freaking livid at what you did. But I don't want to be mad at you because I know you. You wouldn't have done this unless you thought you had a damn good reason. Am I right?”

Hesitantly, Casey nods.

“Thought so. So... Help me understand. Why did you go up there? Did you feel like you had to?”

Casey swallows a sob and nods again. 

Sensei nods back. “Okay. Why?”

“'Cos—“ Casey's voice breaks. He tries again. “'Cos I wanted to show you I was... good enough, y'know? That I'm brave enough, s-strong enough to help everyone up there. To help you so you don't get—get hurt again.”

He tries not to look at the gleaming metal arm and fails. 

Sensei hisses a curse and leans back on the bed. “Knew it,” he mutters. “Freaking Tello, stop being right all the time.” 

He turns back to Casey. Understanding gleams in aged golden eyes. “That's why you were so hell-bent on going up this morning. You want to protect me.”

Finally. 

Casey's eyes fill up again. “Y-Yes. I was just trying—I only wanted to help, Sensei, I promise! Y-You came back but—but you almost didn't, y-you nearly died and—and I can't lose you, too, Sensei, I can't—!”

“Oh, buddy.” 

Sensei—no—Uncle Leo pulls Casey to his chest, pressing his beak into his wild black hair, holding tight, the ever-steady rock for Casey to cling to as he falls apart. “Shh, Casey, it's okay. You're okay, just breathe. Easy, hijo, easy. I'm here. I've got you.”

And with that, Casey gathers all the fear, frustration, anxiety, love and grief of the day and sobs his heart out. Uncle Leo churrs, a soothing rumble deep in his chest that sometimes reminds him of Uncle Raph, but still every inch his Sensei.

(Another word that sits heavy on his tongue, ready and aching to be spoken. He doesn't say it. He needs to take back what he did say first.)

The sobs eventually die into sniffles. Uncle Leo pulls Casey closer, left hand carding through his hair. He swallows hard and then sighs. “You have your mother's spirit for sure. Always looking for a fight—for what you believe in or just for the sake of it. Or to protect the ones you love.”

He draws back to meet Casey's eyes. He lifts the tip of his blue scarf to dab the tears off Casey's blotchy face just like he used to. He almost loses it all over again. 

“But she learned something—we both did—that we can't always fight our way through everything,” he continues sombrely. “Sometimes we can't fight, no matter how strong, smart or brave we are. Sometimes it's better to stay low, wait, and hone your skills. Helping in little ways that might not seem important but mean everything when the time comes. Trust me, Case. You do more for us than you even know.”

Casey stares into his Uncle's eyes and almost searches for a lie. He knows better, though, so he doesn't.

As if reading his mind, Leo smirks. “I wouldn't joke about something like that, bud. As for the whole 'protecting' situation, you don't have to do that. And you sure as hell don't have to go looking for trouble to prove anything to me or yourself. That's not what being strong or brave is about.”

Okay. Casey gets some of that, but—“What about you?”

“Eh?”

Casey swipes his arm under his nose, ignoring the snot on his sleeve. “You go up looking for fights every day.”

Leo sweats. “Uhh, it's—it's not quite like that—”

“And you're the strongest, greatest ninja the world's ever seen.”

“Gee, that's not gonna inflate my ego or anything, thought I left that shit behind—”

“And you're not scared of anything!”

Leo pauses. His eyes grow distant as he stares at his lap. Casey watches. Had he said something wrong...?

“I was today.”

Casey blinks. 

He'd known Uncle Tello and Mike were scared—they wear their hearts on their sleeves, just in different fashions, much like Auntie April shows her worry with threats followed closely by rough but warm affection. But he hadn't thought...

“You—you were?”

Leo turns. He looks right at Casey like he holds the moon, sun and stars in his eyes. “Yeah.” 

He reaches for Casey's shoulder and pulls him close enough to press their foreheads together. The slider shuts his eyes and clenches his jaw. 

“I thought I might lose you,” he says. “You're all we have left, Case. You're the reason we're doing any of this. You're the reason I'm brave. Don't know what the hell I'd do without you, hijo.”

Oh. 

Oh holy shit.

Casey's chest feels warm and full, like a boiling mountain ready to burst. His eyes sting enough to hurt, but the grin across his face hurts more it's so big. It's a good hurt, though. He hasn't had many of those.

“Oh,” he chokes. Then he giggles, a little hysterical, and nuzzles his forehead against Leo's to bring a chuckle out of him before they draw back. Casey sniffs messily. “Guess even great ninjas get scared, huh?”

“Oh yeah,” Leo huffs, swiping a thumb under his damp eye—like Casey wouldn't notice. “Like you wouldn't believe.” 

Still riding the giddy high, Casey snickers. “Y'know what, though?” he whispers, despite them being the only ones in the room.

Still, Leo leans in and whispers back, “What?”

“I think Subprime was even more scared. I mean, if Krang could piss themselves—”

Leo throws his head back with a startled bark of laughter. “Jesus, kid—!”

“Am I wrong?” Casey cackles, kicking his feet. “I mean, what you did was sick—in more ways than one—and he deserved it! An eye for an arm! That's what he gets for messing with my Dad—!”

Leo stops laughing. Casey's eyes pop wide open. They stare at each other.

Casey sweats. 

Too much, too soon, too far. 

But then Leo smiles, wide and delighted, eyes brighter than Casey has ever seen them. “... Hell yeah,” he says. “And that bastard had to learn not to mess with my son.”

Son. Casey could dance. 

But then Leo's smile becomes a sly grin, his right arm slowly moving around Casey. “And you're right. He had it coming. 'Cos nobody messes with your Dad. C'mere, you!”

“Oh no—!” 

He snatches Casey up, pulling him into his lap and driving his knuckles into Casey's scalp. It hurts like a bitch but Casey's laughing as he squirms and wriggles in the slider's metal grasp.

“AH! Nonononono—ow, Sen—Dad, stoppit—!” Casey giggles.

“Absolutely not!” Leo cackles. “And don't think you're off the hook just because you called me 'Dad' and we had a whole heart-to-heart thing! Your ass is still grounded—for three months!”

“What?!”

“You heard me! You are not getting out of this by being cute—oh shit—!” 

Casey wriggles enough to dig two fingers under Leo's chin, making his partially retreat into his shell long enough to loosen his grip and let Casey scramble free, grinning manically. “Gotcha!” he hollers, leaping on top of the turtle right as his head pops back out, attempting to put him in a lock with one arm.

“Ohoho, you wanna get nuts? Let's get nuts!” 

Leo jumps off the bed, Casey bundled in his arms and shrieking with shock and delight when the turtle manhandles him until he's upside down, legs kicking wildly in the air as Leo hugs him around the waist and spins. “Now, who's got who you little shit?!”

“I'm gonna puke!” cries Casey, the blood rushing to his face. “Mercy, mercy, white flag, I surrender—Sensei, my arm!”

Leo chuckles, gently tossing a breathless Casey back onto the bed. He heaves a long sigh, a smile stretched wide across his beak. “Alright, alright. But seriously, three months; for dissing me earlier, for leaving, and scaring the utter shit out of all of us.” He sits down next to Casey, his smile falling a few inches. “Especially me.”

(Casey thinks of how he'd snarled at Subprime before he'd gauged his eye out, how he'd been taut as a stretched copper spring from the moment they returned until the second he had Casey in his arms, and believes it.

Fear and worry take many forms. His Sensei's is an inferno, tamed to a candle for those he loves as their guiding light. For Casey, it's a supernova, barely contained, until the boy looks his way, holds his hand or smiles—all that's left are embers, gentle and warm like a campfire to protect him against the dark and the wild of a ruined world.

His love fuels his fear, and vice versa. It's a vicious cycle Casey won't fully understand. But he won't forget it as long as he lives.)

Sobering up, Casey flops against the pillow and sighs. “Yeah. I know. And I really am sorry.”

“I know you are.”

“Not just for leaving, but... for everything I said before. I didn't mean it and I shouldn't have said it. I won't do it again.”

“I know you won't.”

“No, really, I mean it!”

“I know you do.” 

Casey pouts. “How do you know?”

Leo smiles, leaning over to chuck Casey under his chin affectionately. “'Cause you take after me. So much that it's scary, honestly. So I know you did what you thought you had to, and I know you won't do it again now that you've seen where you went wrong.”

… huh. 

“So you're saying, like father like—?”

“Don't finish that sentence.” 

“W-why?”

“Nothing against you, just. Meta humour.”

“What are you actually talking about.”

“Don't worry about it. Let's just get you back to your room to rest.” Leo stands up and stretches until bones pop in his back and remaining arm. “We can iron out the details of your three months when we're not both keyed up and—”

“A-Actually...”

Leo looks at Casey over his shoulder. “Hm?”

Casey stays where he is, twisting his fingers in a show of nerves he's yet to curb. “... can I... um...?” He shrinks back a little, face burning. It's so stupid, bonding moment or not. “...can I stay here tonight? I mean, it was my fault, I know, but I'm... just...”

Leo softens immediately. “Ah. Still freaked out?”

“I think I'll dream of being chased through the sewers for the rest of my life.”

“I would say that's a good incentive not to do that again, but I won't lie, it'll probably happen again.”

“You are not helping me feel better.”

“Then scoot your tiny ass over so I can sleep already, damn.”

Relieved and scolding himself for ever doubting at all, Casey snickers and obediently shuffles across the bed to the wall, ducking under the blanket as Leo removes his gear, scarf, and mask and carefully detaching his mechanical arm, setting it on the long desk to charge in the port Uncle Tello made for him. 

Then he lifts the blanket and falls gracelessly into bed, deliberately bouncing Casey to make him yelp. “Jerk,” Casey giggles.

“Brat,” Leo retorts with a yawn. He pulls Casey closer with his left arm and shuts his eyes. “Now shut up and go to sleep, or it's five months.”

Casey snuggles against his plastron. It should be uncomfortable, but to him, it might as well be a second pillow. The steady heartbeat under his ear is a lullaby, and his eyes droop as the day finally catches up to him. 

He closes his eyes. “Aishiteruyo, otōsan.”

He feels Leo stiffen. His heart stutters beneath Casey's ear.

Then—“Heh...” he chuckles wetly. He drops a kiss into Casey's hair. “Te quiero, hijo.”

In the safety of the underground, under the watchful eyes of his family (in whatever form they may take), Casey feels safe. Warm. Loved.

There's no need for bravery here. In his father's arms, he doesn't have to be.

Casey falls asleep with a smile.

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[wolverineluvr]

I'm sorry for being weak.

(He's prolly a bit ooc, I don't know I to make him if you have some tips it'd be great!)

(Tw: None that I know of!)

You were walking up the stairs in Wangshu inn (tell me if I'm wrong please) bringing almond tofu to Xiao. You would say you're friends but you're trying to get him to be your friend. You finished walking up the stairs and saw him sitting on the fence. (idk if he does that) "Xiao!! I have your food!" You exclaimed as you walked over to him. "Hand it over." He said. "Mhm!" You nodded and gave it to him, and watched him start to eat it. "Why are you looking at me like that, leave."

"Oh, sorry if I made you uncomfortable! I just wanted to know if you liked it!" You say. "It's fine." He said and went back to eating. And you stood there untill he finished. As you picked up the plate you asked. "How was your day?" "Why do you keep asking it was fine." He said in an annoyed tone. "Ah, I'm sorry!" You apologized and started to walk away. "See you tomorrow!" You said as you walked away.

Time skip

When you started walking home it started raining, so when you got home you were reasonably wet. (🤨) You walked to your bedroom and getting out your clothes you sneezed. You shrugged it off and went to take a shower. When you got out you dried your hair (or not) and your body. Then you changed and went to sleep.

When you woke up you had a stuffed nose and felt stuffy yourself. Then it hit you, you were sick. You didn't want to stay home today but you knew Goldet (?) wouldn't let you work. You sighed and got up to get some food, then you went to sleep again.

Timeskip

You woke up and groaned you felt horrible. You looked out a window and realized it's night. You wondered if Xiao was relieved to not have you there, maybe you bothered him. The thought made you sad but you got up and got some food, a drink and a book. Then you sat back down and started to read.

Xiaos pov

Where are they, they're normally here by now.. Was it because of what I said? No they said they would see me today, so where are they?..

Y/ns pov

After reading for a few hours you decide to take a small walk around your house, maybe talk to Goldet. So you put on some warm clothes and a scarf and started walking to Wangshu Inn. After a while of walking you felt weaker, but you kept going because, you were almost there!

When you got there you sighed and started walking up the stairs, after a little you got to where Goldet was. "Ah, Goldet!" You said. "Y/n! Where were you? You didn't show up for work today?" She said. (I'm sorry idk how she acts) "Sorry! I got sick so I couldn't show up.." You said. "Y/n, why are you always so reckless!" She scolded and you bowed your head and apologized again. Once she finished scolding you she spoke again. "I think Xiao might've been waiting for you." She said as she wiggled her eyebrows. (Again sorry if the doesn't act like that) "Really? You think so? But he always acts so annoyed when I'm with him.. Nah he probably wasn't, thank you though!" As you said that she sighed. "Well at least go check up on him!" She said. "No I won't bother him today, well tell him I said hello! Bye Goldet!" You said as she said ok and waved at you.

You speed walked away, down the stairs and back to your house.

2 weeks later

You walk up the stairs and to Xiao. "Xiao! Hey, your foods here!" You say. "Ah thanks." He muttered as you handed him his food, but you still heard him. "You're welcome!" He slightly blushed and started eating and you noticed it started raining, and stood next to him and looked at the rain. "Do you like the food?" You asked. "It's fine" He said and you smiled at him. After awhile you notice it's starting to thunder. So you got up. "I got to go, sorry Xiao." You said and started to walk away. "What's wrong?" Xiao quietly asked. "It's nothing, I just don't wanna get sick again!" You said as you smiled at him and walked away.

When you finished walking down the stairs you sighed as you knew it was going to be hard to sleep tonight. And headed to your house.

48 minutes later

You finally got home, unlocked the door, opened the door and closed the door. You flinched as you heard the thunder get louder. You locked the door and walked to your bedroom and changed clothes. You laid on the bed and wrapped your blanket around you and tried to fall asleep.

Later

You walked up the steps and up to Xiao. It started thundering, you flinched and Xiao saw it. "Hm? What's wrong?" "N-nothing I'm fine!" You said. "You sure?" He asked. "Yea!" You exclaimed. He grabbed your chin. "Don't lie to me." He said. "Okay I'm sorry! I'm scared of thunder.." You said. "Oh." He let go of your chin. "So you're weak." He said. "N-no! I just.." He scoffed as you trailed off and started to walk away. "Wait, I'm sorry don't leave Xiao please!" You said as you fell to your knees.

"Xiao, don't go please I'm sorry.." You muttered. Xiao stood Infront of your sleeping form, as you kept asking him to not leave. He realized you were having a nightmare when you started to cry. He then started to wake you. "Y/n, wake up. Y/n!" He said multiple times and you woke up.

You were confused, what's going on? Why was he here? Then you realized, you must've called him in your sleep. Oh God you're so embarrassed. "Xiao, I'm so sorry!" You said then wiped your tears and got up. "It's ok.." He said as it thundered loudly and you flinched. "What were you dreaming about?" Xiao asked. "Nothing it's fine." You said. "I know it's not fine, just tell me." He asked again. "No, no it's okay!" You smiled and chuckled. "Tell me Y/n." He said. "Okay.. I'm, scared of thunder.." You said quietly not wanting him to leave. "Oh." He said.

"Why didn't you want to tell me?" He asked. "I thought that you'd think I'm weak and pathetic.." You explain. "Y/n, I'd never think that of you." "Really?" You asked him and he nodded. You hugged him. "Thank you.." You said as you sniffle. "Do you wanna go back to sleep?" He asked. "Yes, please.." You said softly and he slowly put you back down and laid in front of you. You put your face in his chest and hugged his waist. You started to fall asleep. "I love you Xiao..." He then put his chin atop your head. "Love you too.."

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[ase-trollplays]

When We Were Kids (Part One)

...s-so... how are you feeling?... ...s-still s-sore?...

Y'all got no idea. The only thing that don't hurt is blinkin'. I swear, soon as I can move again, I'm suplexin' Dan inta next sweep.

...he only picks on you because he cares... ...its his way of making s-sure you dont obsess over everything...

Ya mean like the fact I fucked myself an' can never have anythin' close ta a normal life ever again cuz I lost my fool head?

...yeah... that... ...im just relieved you werent killed... ...i... ...i was going insane thinking id have to bury another moirail...

I wouldn't be too relieved. I can't go out in public ever again with legis an' fleet dogs out fer my head. Prolly got a hefty bounty, too, an' rewards fer turnin' me in. Y'all two ain't safe either if anyone finds out y'all know me.

...yeah... ...when dantli comes back... we s-should all talk about where were going from here...

Ugh, I can't even get my shit from my hive. It's prolly bein' watched or somethin', or it's been raided an' bugged by now in case me'r one a y'all shows up. God, my lusus ain't gon' know what happened ta me, an' he can't come here like yers. I ain't sure he'll wait a sweep fer me ta come back like when I was a kid.

...that reminds me... ...when i was in the hospital... you s-said you knew exactly how i felt when i was being held captive... and that i s-should ask you about your childhood...

Yeh. Yeh, I did say that, didn't I? I'm guessin' this is yer way a askin'?

...yeah... if you dont mind...

Alright. It ain't a happy story, but I'm sure ya already figured that. I guess I'll start from the beginnin'.

I was even more a a hotheaded stubborn shit when I was a kid, if y'all can believe that. Pickin' fights with every troll I saw an' tryin' ta befriend the ones who beat me. Which was damn near all a them cuz fer all my bluster, I was a twiggy scrawny little toothpick, ain't had a ounce a muscle on me. I didn't want nobody thinkin' I was weak just cuz I was a skinny rust.

I was always gettin' my dumb ass beat up an' hurt tryin' ta prove I ain't no wimp, but I did get some good friends outta it. Even had a li'l flush crush on one a them, a girl who beat me in a fight just by knockin' me down an' sittin' on me 'til I wore myself out tryin' ta get her off. I had a whole group a friends back then. I can't tell ya what their names'r caste was, but we were a happy li'l group.

Here's the part where everythin' goes ta shit. When I was five, I was out patrollin' my li'l territory when I spotted a scraggly-lookin' teal prowlin' around. He was a adult an' a lot bigger'n me, but I challenged him all the same. He hauled off an' kicked me dead in the stomach an' told me ta get lost. If I was smart I'd a left it at that, but who said wrigglers are smart? I wasn't ready ta say I lost, so I picked myself up, grabbed a big ol' rock, an' chucked it square at the back a his head. Hit him so hard he started bleedin' an' staggered a good bit.

He looked back at me real mad at first, then he started smilin'. Said I had a lot a fight in me for a twiggy brat. I told him there's more where that came from if he don't git, an' he laughed an' said he'd have a ball breakin' me. 'Fore I knew it, he was right up on me, an' I didn't have no time ta react 'fore he got me in the gut with a stun gun an' knocked my ass right out.

I woke up in a cell with a couple other young trolls. I asked where I was, an' they said I was in the slave camp. Said I was here cuz they were gon' break me, train me inta a perfect li'l pet slave, then sell me off ta the highest bidder. Needless ta say, I wasn't havin' that shit. I made it my mission ta put up as much a a fight as I could an' refuse ta be domesticated.

First handler they assigned ta me was that teal that grabbed me. Since I already fought with him once, I knew what ta expect. He got a lotta good licks in over the first couple nights, but eventually he slipped up an' I was able ta steal his stun gun an' shock him dead in the eyes. After that, they decided to gimme their toughest, meanest, biggest handler.

He was a big blueblood who made us call him "Mister," an' he took that shit serious. I called him asshole exactly once an' he slapped me 'cross the face so hard he damn near snapped my neck. I couldn't feel my face fer a night afterward. Most a my abuse came from him, an' I just know he was havin' fun beatin' my ass every night tryin' ta make me give up.

But I'm the most stubborn bitch ever hatched, so I didn't make shit easy fer him. He beat me ta shit, starved me, locked me in a tiny li'l cage, an' made sure no one talked ta me'r tried helpin' me'r they'd be in the same boat. His favorite punishment fer me was the post. There was a big wooden post in a sort a courtyard outside with a pair a manacles attached. He'd lock me in, hike up my shirt, an' tear me ta ribbons with a whip. Afterwards, he'd leave me out there fer nights with only a thick blanket thrown over me ta keep me from bein' completely cooked ta death by the sun durin' the day.

He liked hearin' me cry an' scream in pain, so I'd try my damnedest to keep my mouth shut no matter how hard an' how much he whipped me. I'd stay quiet for the first thirty seconds, but after that I could never hold it in anymore. Then he'd whip me more fer resistin'. So many times I was close ta givin' up if it meant he wouldn't torture me no more, but I didn't wanna let him win.

...oh my god... ...im s-so s-sorry... ...i cant even imagine... and i s-said all that--

Y'ain't gotta apologize fer bein' mad. I get it. Ya were in a scary situation, an' hearin' that I never even tried ta find ya when this whole thing was my damn fault ta start with? I'd a been pissed, too.

...s-still though... ...it was s-so insensitive...

It ain't like y'all knew any a this at the time. It's fine.

...how did you get out??...

Heh, that's where shit gets real interestin'.

They kept me at that camp fer half a sweep torturin' me, but I held on. I dunno why they didn't just cull my stubborn ass a long time ago. My guess is cuz Mister wanted the satisfaction a breakin' me cuz ain't no one else been this much a a challenge fer him fer so long. If he let them cull me, it ain't a real win. But eventually he reached the end a his patience with me.

I managed ta get a hold a a fork an' taunted Mister 'til he grabbed me 'round the throat an' got right in my face ta threaten me. I stabbed him in the eye an' tried ta make a break fer the exit while he was screamin' an' cursin' an' bleedin'. A course, I didn't make it nowhere close ta the door 'fore I got caught. Mister was fumin' somethin' fierce, and I didn't even get a chance ta register what he was about ta do 'fore everythin' just became blindin' pain.

I remember one a the supervisors cussin' him out cuz they was plannin' on sendin' me ta The Pit, an' now I ain't in no condition ta be transferred. That fucker cut me open from rib ta hip with a dagger. I spent nights in the infirmary tryin' ta get stabilized an' patched up. I was so weak from bein' starved an' beat on a regular basis that I almost died.

But like I said, I'm the most stubborn bitch ever hatched. I was able ta recover enough ta get my stitches out, but after they they decided ta cut their losses and finally cull me. Mister wanted ta do the honors himself. After what I did ta him, he didn't care about winnin' no more. He wanted me dead. He filled a tub full a water, threw me in, an' held me down with his foot while I thrashed an' tried ta free myself 'fore I drowned. Eventually I lost consciousness.

I woke up chokin' on water an' hackin' the shit out my lungs in the middle a the forest. I figured they dumped my body fer the undead an' the animals ta eat once I blacked out. I didn't know where I was or how ta get back home, an' I was fuckin' scared. But I was free after half a sweep in captivity, an' that was more important than bein' afraid. I picked a direction an' started walkin'.

I didn't have no way a huntin' ta feed myself, an' I was still fuckin' weak as shit, so I didn't eat much a nothin' 'cept whatever bugs an' small animals I was able ta catch. I had ta sleep up in trees durin' the day ta avoid the roamin' undead. Eventually between the hunger an' bein' exhausted all the time, I dropped.

Next thing I know, I'm wakin' up in a hive belongin' ta some li'l jade even younger'n me sayin' him an' his lusus found me. I was still a ornery li'l shit an' wasn't exactly a good hiveguest. He still helped me an' everythin' though. Kept me fed, gave me a place ta sleep. Once I was mostly healed an' had my strength back, I robbed him blind an' ran. Took every piece an' scrap a food I could carry, stole a couple knives, an' I was off. I'd prolly apologize ta him if I ever see him again, not that I remember what he even looked like, an' I'm sure he don't remember me or wouldn't recognize me now.

I spent the next half sweep doin' whatever I could ta survive an' try ta find my way home. I stole, I killed, I broke inta hives, I did whatever I had ta do ta make it ta the next night. When I finally made it hive after that half a sweep, my pa was there waitin' fer me. He waited fer a whole sweep fer me ta come back instead a takin' in a new charge. I bawled the hardest I ever have in my life. Makes me feel extra shitty that I can't go back an' say my goodbyes ta him. He's prolly still waitin' fer me ta come back just like I did last time I went missin'.

...if you want... i can ask dantli to go to your hive and tell your lusus you arent coming back... ...i dont think hes on anyones radar s-since he doesnt s-socialize... ...i can tell him to make it look like he's robbing you s-so they dont get s-suspicious... and itll be a convenient way to get s-some of your things for you...

That ain't a bad idea. S'long as he don't say nothin' stupid'r incriminatin', that could work.

Anyway, speakin' a going back hive, when I finally made it back ta mine after my sweep in Hell, I couldn't function fer shit. I didn't wanna reach out ta my friends cuz I didn't want 'em ta see how broken I was. I didn't wanna look weak ta them, an' none a them reached out anyhow. In just that one sweep, they moved on from me, which still kinda hurts ta know that's all it took ta lose 'em.

Fer perigees after, I'd have daymares a bein' back at the slave camp, weak an' in pain with Mister standin' over me with the whip, then draggin' me out ta the post. I was barely gettin' any sleep, I couldn't eat, an' I was terrified a bein' in water. That's when I decided ta start bulkin' up an' gettin' stronger so I couldn't be taken back there or anywhere else.

Fer three sweeps, I had the mother grub a anxiety. A lotta nights, I couldn't even get the nerve ta leave my hive. I'd get anxiety attacks an' panic attacks when I saw highbloods, 'specially male blues. An' y'all know me. When I start gettin' anxious, I get real mad an' itchin' fer a fight. Even now, I don't hate highblood s'much as I get anxiety bein' around 'em. An' I do also hate 'em.

That's when I started drinkin'. It wasn't about gettin' drunk. It was a way ta calm my frazzled nerves an' keep my anxiety under control. Over time, though, it turned inta a addiction, an' y'all know how well that ended up workin' out fer me in the end.

That's basically everythin' about my childhood, so believe me when I say I know exactly what it's like ta not know if yer gonna live ta see another night, an' cryin' yerself ta sleep durin' the day cuz everythin's so awful, an' prayin' that yer loved ones ain't next or won't be too tore up if ya don't survive.

...i... im s-so s-sorry... ...no one s-should have to endure that... especially not a child... ...i... i...

C'mon now, y'ain't gotta cry about it. It sucks, but it's in the past now, an' fallin' ta pieces over it ain't gon' fix nothin'.

...i... i know... but...

It's okay, I get it. If it'll make ya feel better, go ahead an' cry it out. I can hold ya if ya want.

...but arent you s-still sore?...

Not so sore I can't comfort my pale. It ain't gon' kill me, so get yer li'l cryin' sniffly self over here.

[gay-salt-amber]

Kazuheiscara incorrect quotes

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Neither Scara nor Heizou can sneak up on Kazuha cuz of his “superhuman hearing” or whatever it’s called but Kazuha pretends to be scared

scara would be a good person for heizou to bring with him on detective stuff

Kazuha has a bird and Scaramouche accidentally teaches it swears which makes kazuha mad

Scara: it was an accident

 kazuha: oh bullshit

Parrot: oh bullshit

 Whenever Kazuha gets sad about his past Scara feels guilty about it so he stays away from him even tho Kazuha’s ancestors “don’t know Scaramouche” and kazuha would specifically go to scara for comfort cuz heizou is prolly out]so they both comfort each other

yknow that thing kids do when they hide someones like shoes so they don't leave? Yeah heizou does that with kazuhas scarf and scaras hat

Scara: baby I'm just going out for a walk

 heizou: nu

Kazuha: sweetheart, where’s my scarf? I need to go to the shop

 Heizou: nOooO 

I feel like Heizou has ADHD and so whenever he gets hyper-focused on something Scara and Kazuha find it adorable, he prolly gets focused on a book meanwhile kazuha left him coffee and he didn't notice till like an hour later

puts down book, Heizou: oh- Zuzu?

 Kazuha: yes my lovely detective? Heizou: did you make me a coffee?-

Kazuha: you’re just now noticing?

Scara: bursts out laughing

kazuha has tiny little pink freckles all over his body and scara and heizou trace them while kazuha is napping whenever he’s awake they comfort him about them cuz he’s insecure about them

After getting married, they join up with Beidou and her crew

Their love languages:

Kazuha: words of affirmation 

Scara: acts of service/gifts

Heizou: physical touch (biting)

Heizou: Zuzu~ Kazuha:

 Yes, my detective? I’m trying to- ack

 Heizou: bite I love you

 Kazuha: I love you too

Scara likes being carried bridal style but will never, ever admit it. And Kazuha teases him about it, but Heizou doesn’t know cuz Kazuha only carries him like that when he isn’t home

Heizou uses his intuition whenever he’s at work to probably guess if Kazuha or Scara is feeling down and will text them something like “I love you”

kazuha can play the guitar and it puts scara to sleep laughably easily

Heizou is the little spoon (Scaramouche teases him for this) scara is the middle spoon and kazuha is the big spoon

I think they just drown themselves in blankets so if anyone were to come in they wouldn't even know who was under the blankets

Kazuha and Scara give heizou those metal 3D puzzle things and he hyper-fixated on them for a week (or two)

Their theme song is Devils Backbone, specifically from the pov of Heizou because Scara and Kazuha are both on the run in their own ways

Kazuha confessed first to scara then they confessed to heizou when the vision hunt 

decree ended

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so the plot is the same with scara but instead of Nahida helping him recover, kazuha comes in a second too late to see scara unconscious on the ground. he runs over to help and he and heizou help him recover, Then Heizou yells at Nahida, Aether is confused and kazuha yells at him and paimon. Then Scara wakes up and is confused, So Heizou and Kazuha forget about yelling, and rush to his side, scara just wrapped his arms around kazuhas neck with a soft 'i love you before passing out again... The yelling continues and Kazuha is crying, they end up taking him back to Beidous's ship where the doctor on board makes sure Scaramouche recovers all while kazuha and heizou are outside panicking/crying Beidou calms them down then explains to Nahida and Aether on why they started yelling at them. Then Scara demands Kazuha and Heizou to cuddle him once he wakes up. I think they'd prolly be in there for a day or two just making sure scara is safe/ok, and Beidou brings in soup and whatnot so they don’t die.

After this, they buy a house near Springvale and live there

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Once Scara felt guilty about his past and what he did to Kazuha’s ancestors that he once locked himself inside their spare guest bedroom and Kazuha and Heizou had to beg him to come out so he could eat, once he comes out Kazuha hugs him and just mutters, "its ok, it's all gonna be ok." but while it comforts scara, he kinda said it for himself. Then refused to speak to them for the next week cuz he felt guilty

Scara goes to therapy for everything that has happened to him and Kazuha and Heizou reward him with stuff after cuz he doesn’t want to go, but he does it for them

 I think they'd have a nice garden area where heizou likes to take Scaramouche whenever he's stressed and they can talk if needed or just take a break if that's what scara wants. And he tells Heizou stuff about his past and how he’s met Kazuha’s ancestors. And Kazuha feels left out that he doesn’t get to go with them but he gets extra cuddles after

some knights/law enforcement of some kind would come by their house trying to arrest scara or kazuha maybe for crimes they've committed and heizou would just lie and go, "You have the wrong house, good luck though.", Kaeya is always suspicious but lets it go anyways

honestly, the only nice one in mondstadt they're on friendly terms with is venti cuz he doesn't give a shit, he is the town drunk bard after all

Whenever Heizou and Kazuha are on walks Heizou collects leaves for Kazuha

have you seen those things of confetti that are leaves instead of plastic/paper? Yeah Scaramouche will sneak those into kazuhas pockets every once in a while 

For new years they would all stay up and just cuddle

Heizou is always the most tired cuz of his work and is always the first to sleep then whenever Scara screams “HAPPY NEW YEARS” and kisses Kazuha. Heizou wakes up in fright, Kazuha would comfort Heizou after and Scara is like “where’s my attention >:(“ so he would have to give it to both of them

Heizou has an aesthetic social media page that's dedicated to his bfs

Scaramouche attention whore 2023 

On Christmas Heizou would get Kazuha leaves as a joke and then surprise him later with his present, the present was a little white kitten like the one his friend had which makes him cry

Heizou: hey zuzu-

 Kazuha: hm?

 Scara: sighs knowing what’s about to happen

 Heizou: I- um, can you come here for a second?

 Kazuha: yeah sure love, what’s wrong?

 Heizou: hands gift with head down here’s your gift- I couldn’t get him until a few mins ago

 Kazuha: huh? looks into the gift and starts to cry Heizou- what is this?

 Heizou and Scara: merry Christmas zuzu

Kazuha wears glittery lipgloss and heizou didn't know so he went to work covered with glitter on his face

after everything Ei tries to reconcile how that would go…. Well, Scara would push her away and start crying and screaming at her while Heizou tries to comfort him and Kazuha starts to argue with her, then heizou would also start arguing with her because of what she did to scara and his friend

Heizou would like to be kissed on the cheek, Kazuha on the forehead, and Scara on the nose, heizou and kazuha kiss Scaramouche on the hands (specifically the palm) as a sign that they don't care about what he's done and that they love him sort of like ignoring what those hands have done to others kind of thing.

their on a date and aether and paimon have a commission there and kazuha eyes them like, 'you saw nothing, you fuck' While Heizou and Scara are kissing each other distracted, aether just walks away like, 'nope, not worth it’

After tomo’s death, Scara couldn’t forgive Raiden for what she did to Kazuha’s best friend

them stargazing while on the crux while the others are sleeping for the night

Scara: zuzu, can you count these stars?

 Kazuha: I mean I could try but it would be impossible

 Heizou: the day you count them all is the day Scara and I won’t love you anymore As Scara kisses Kazuha’s cheek

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r51C5dhl-4k This song is scara crushing on his bfs

I feel like Scara and Heizou would be cuddling with each other and Kazuha would be like “aww how cute-“ then Beidou walks up to him and says “what’s so cute?” And catches him off guard, she also got a photo before she said that. Obviously. Kazuha yelps whenever Beidou scares him, waking Scara up and he’s all flustered now, But Heizou is too tired from work that he’s dead asleep

Scaramouche proposes on the spot of their first date

Valentine’s Day Heizou would go all out, Chocolates, cuddles, dates, kisses

Ningguang would secretly use her powers to clear her new stepson criminals of all charges

Heizou Scara and Kazuha would be on vacation in Liyue and Ningguang would have her servants clear a room for them

their wallpapers are all photos from dates

kazuhas is the type to post a photo of their partner eating and just say, 'i got myself some real beauties' meanwhile heizou/scara are like 'we look like shit in these??? What???', meanwhile kazuhas like, And Kazuha’s like ‘you look fine my lovelies’

Heizou would call Kazuha zuzu or leaf, Scara calls kazuha dove, Kazuha would call Heizou his detective and Scara would call Heizou zou or sweetheart. And I feel like Scara would let Kazuha and Heizou call him Kuni. I think Aether or someone would hear that and think it's normal and aether almost died

Aether: hey Kuni!

 Scara: what the fuck did you just call me?

Aether: Kuni?-

Kazuha holds Scara back while Heizou explains to Aether that only he and Kazuha can call him that and tell him to run

i think kazuha leaves cute lil post-it notes around with stuff like reminding scara to take his meds, reminding heizou to get rest, etc

Kazuha definitely has anxiety and whenever he has a panic attack Heizou and Scara drop everything to comfort him

heizou def is the cook out of them

Kazuha has a onesie of a cat and whenever Heizou saw him in it cuddling with Scara his nose bled

Scaramouche keeps small plushies of his bfs and cuddles them whenever their away, this applies to kazuha when he's on the Alcor

Beidou is scaras new mom figure which makes scara cry a bit because he's not used to having a good mom figure in his life

kazuha telling beidou that scara and heizou are gonna be staying on the ship for the first time, was an… interesting conversation 

Kazuha: mom- I mean Beidou?

 Beidou: yes sweetie? HE CALLED ME MOM

 Kazuha: can Uh- can Scara and Heizou stay on the ship?

 Beidou: don’t they have their own homes in Inazuma?

 Kazuha: well uh-

 Heizou: hey Kazuha’s mom I don’t think he mentioned this

 Kazuha: don’t say it heizou

 Scara: we’re actually dating now

 Beidou: I- what? Rebooting

 Kazuha: I SWEAR TO GOD YOU TWO /// 

Scara: oh come on dove~ follows Kazuha to his room

 Kazuha: NOOOOOOOO

 Beidou: i- yeah sure you and Scara can stay as long as you want

 Heizou: thanks Kazuha’s mom!

If heizou wasn't home when the knights came, Scara would probably look through the window while telling Kazuha to hide, and once he figures out it’s the knights he hides with Kazuha and comforts him that it’s gonna be ok, Cuz I feel like Kazuha would have a panic attack whenever he knew it was the knights at the door. And Scara would muffle his cries with kisses and just cuddle him making sure he was ok with heizou would be getting a lot of urgent texts in the process. However, if they got in...

Woah, those knights are missing? Man, that's strange! Oh did you see these endangered plants? Yeah, you legally can't dig those up, cool huh?”

Scara: ‘Heizou, the knights are in the house and Kazuha is panicking. When will you be home?’

 Heizou: ‘I’ll be there asap, try to keep zuzu quiet as best as you can’ Scara: ‘if they find us I'm gonna kill them I swear to god’

heizou sighing (disappointed) before typing, 'go ahead if you need to, just plant some of those bushes over the bodies if you do’

Matching pajamas (Kazuha red Scara purple Heizou green) And they would each have a part of the different sets

Scaramouche has purple bunny slippers

the angels share has a dance thing and the bois decide to go, venti distracts diluc for the night whos bartending, after being paid in wine

They have one of those cheesy heart locket necklace things with the magnets

Heizou is a trans boi, and  painting his nails black makes them look more masculine, so when he's feeling dysphoric, kazu and scara paint his nails black to help a bit

Kazuha and scara kiss heizous top surgery scars before bed

kazuha doodles on scaras hands when he's bored and also colors in scaras tattoos

Kazuha teaches Heizou how to crochet

the first few times aether asks any of them to go out on commissions with him he gets so many death threats from the other(s) partner(s), scara def bitches abt being on those commissions btw, saying he'd rather be with his bfs

after scaras fall and after he fell into a coma Heizou taught him how to fight with a catalyst again

When Heizou and Kazuha were in school they would hide in one of the empty rooms and just cuddle during lunch

Scaramouche really likes winter and looks really cute in snow clothing so kazuha and heizou just stand back and smile while scara enjoys the snow

Kazuha: He's adorable, isn't he?

 Heizou: Of course.

Scara is definitely the shortest out of them12:03 AM], It goes Heizou Kazuha Scara then scara uses his e and is like,’no I’m taller’ and Kazuha and Heizou be like “of course you are sweetheart”

Heizou has really good puppy dog eyes and abuses the shit outta them Heizou: Kazuha, do I have to sleep

 Kazuha: yes Heizou, come join Scara and I 

Heizou: puppy eyes but I wanna stay upppp 

Kazuha: sigh fine, but only for another hour

He went on to stay up the rest of the night working on cases and Kazuha got angry with him the next day

heizou often passes out at his desk while doing a long case and kazuha just sighs, picks him up, and carries him to bed

Scara would have nightmares about what Raiden did to him and Kazuha and Heizou would have to comfort him, that's why they always hold him while they sleep because it makes scara feel safe, his head is in Kazuha’s chest, and Kazuhas holding him while Heizou is holding him from the back

When Heizou was in college for his degree he used to be on the track team for his school and Kazuha and Scara would root him on, he also won many trophies for his school

Heizou’s favorite animal is the deer (from his constellation) and so for his birthday Kazuha and Scara surprise him with a deer stuffed animal for when Kazuha was on the Alcor and Scara was traveling

For scaras birthday, since he doesn’t like sweet stuff, Kazuha and Heizou make him his favorite food instead of a cake

while scara was gone kazu and heizou are asleep on the couch, so when scara gets back he puts those teeny lil Santa hats on them cuz it's funny and they wake up with a scara on their chest and are confused af

their house would be big because scara has money from his work in the fatui

they name that kitten after tomo in his memory

scara has one of those cute bunny hats with paws you can press to make the ears go up (it kuromi themed) he hates wearing it in public but Heizou and Kazuha make him sometimes, he gets many kisses as a reward

You yknow the caress cheek animation from the sims 4? yeah kazuha does that to heizou

Before Heizou was on testosterone and still got periods, Kazuha and Scara would cuddle him until he felt better and promised him he was a real man And just whispered all types of gender-affirming stuff cuz he would be dysphoric

scara threatening some fatui grunts at a camp while kicking their asses and kazuha just goes 'babe! we'll be over here!' and Scaramouche smiles and goes, 'alright dove, I'll be over there in a sec!' then goes back to scary threats to the fatui guy

Kazuha would have a really good ASMR voice and would do that voice to make Heizou go to sleep, and while they're apart, kazuha will record him reading books to help his bfs fall asleep

after being away for a long time, scaramouche would just walk up to kazuha, hug him and go, 'home..' before closing his eyes and relaxing

when Kazuha is on the Alcor and Scara and Heizou are at home on a call trying to calm Kazuha down from something and Kazuha’s phone died they would start to panic until Kazuha called them back crying because he made them worry. And they would be like “no Zuzu it’s ok, we’re ok. Are you ok?”

heizou does a meow like cats do and the bois just awh over him

their kitten follows scaramouche around like a duck but loves to climb onto kazuhas shoulder like a bird, oh, and it hates Heizou for no reason

scaramouche steals all the hoodies and whenever their bfs want them back he'll just go 'idk what you're talking about, I don't steal hoodies.' while he's wearing haizous hoodie

Heizou has an obsession over energy drinks to stay up to do work and it got to the point where Kazuha and Scara had to hide them so Heizou would quit

Scara would get a small headache and Kazuha and Heizou would get all worried cuz of his coma

scara being one of those people where if you drink pickle juice it helps their headache and kazuha and heizou are so confused

On new years or whenever fireworks go off Heizou would be afraid of them and so Scara and Kazuha get him his headphones, his favorite snack and drink, and hide/cuddle with him in the closet

Heizou would be a blanket stealer, so scra and kazuha pile ontop of him because hes a human heater

scara is naturally cold so he always has his arms around his partners or are holding his partners hands to be warm

Kazuha loves being picked up by Heizou but will never admit it, even after being teased

[youredreamingofroo]

📩 Simblr question of the day: Choose as many sims/ocs as you'd like for this question, What's something INCREDIBLY obscure and/or out-of-pocket about your sim/oc? Something that nobody (fellow sims and/or your followers and mutuals) knows 👀 (This could be things about their social skills, physicality and/or birth defects, or it could be something they vaguely remember, a dream they had that actually predicted the future, etc etc... whatever you come up with)

( p.s I'm [the SQOTD anon] planning on starting a separate SQOTD blog for these asks/questions, and I'm open for input on this :) ) ( p.p.s freely share this SQOTD around, anon or not, and use the # SQOTD ~ 💛 )

HI SQOTD ANON!! I hope you are so well, you are amazing

I'm gonna sorta blast out obscure facts for multiple OCs/Sims, when I say obscure facts, I'm gonna prolly do more behind the scenes facts and less actual character facts 😭 I'll try to squeeze some in tho

Under the cut cuz this gets LONGGG (I have so many behind the scenes facts LMAO)

For Roo: Here's a couple Behind-The-Scenes facts, I have SOO many of these for early-days roo so get ready:

[ Prior to a settled design for Roo, Roo was gonna be a Succubus woman with white fading to black hair! I still have the only drawing I made of her, but it's bad and embarrassing (mind you its like 6 years old so) LMFAOO [ Adding onto the last one, I used to go by "The Unfortunate Roo" before Roo was a separate character and when I used to call myself Roo, I also went by "The UnRootunate" which you can imagine 12 year old me was SOO proud of that... 💀 (it is clever tho so 🤷‍♂️) [ After making Roo's first design, I intended Roo to be trans! FtM- This ended up changing because I designed his younger versions and they weren't pre-transition, and instead ended up making his gender be very apparently open-ended (which you can see through his different eras where his hair progressively gets longer :P) [ I never really shared what Roo's middle name is! But to be honest, I completely forgot about the existence of his middle name LMAO Initially his middle names were "Ivory-Roland" and the idea of "Roo" for a name came from "Roland"! [ This will come as a shock... but a while ago (~1 year ago), I was actually gonna give Roo a child 👀👀 Not biological, but just a kid he adopted or something, I don't remember anything about the kid cuz I never wrote anything down

And Here's a couple "other people/sims don't know/notice this" facts:

[ This is INCREDIBLY unnoticeable, but Roo's freckles would very faintly change through the years alongside his hair and eyes changing due to Piametia!

For Virginia (Roo's mother): I've only got one Behind-The-Scenes fact for her:

[ My first name choice for her was gonna be Persephone! But I felt that it didn't fit her <:)

Putting these together but here's two name facts for Virginia (besides the persephone part) and Reese:

[ Virginia's last name was supposed to be Keith-Norman when I first made her, but have since realized it wouldn't make sense for one reason that you'll see in the next fact- Her middle name was supposed to be Jillian and... it stuck! (Virginia Jillian Norman) [ Reese's name was COMPLETELY different when I made him... "Stephen-Elijah [Eli] Jackle Florence"... Yea LMAO, this is why Keith for Virginia wouldn't make sense, and overall his name was just a chaotic mess... I decided to actually make him have no middle name! And his birth last name is Arnett, but he changed it to Norman :) (Reese Arnett -> Reese Norman)

For Jordynn (Roo's oldest sister): Once again, behind-the-scene fact :):

[ One of the first iterations of Jordynn was that she looked nothing like her parents (Virginia and Reese) and because of this, Reese got upset with Virginia and almost divorced her bec he assumed the kid wasn't his! They had a much more toxic relationship when they were being baked in the OC oven

and here's an in-universe fact:

[ She doesn't tell a lot of people this because it's not necessarily an issue, but she's deathly allergic to lavender, one whiff could put her out of commission for a LONGGG while

For Devan (Roo's only brother): behind-the-scenes fact:

[ Devan used to have british origins, and would have a very confusing accent crossed with heavy Swedish and a heavy British accent, making it very difficult for people to understand him no matter what language he spoke, I ended up changing this simply cuz I forgot :)

in-universe fact:

[ He has pierced ears! But he tends to forget to put earrings in and has had to re-pierce his ears once before

For Deliahna (Roo's second youngest sister): in-universe fact:

[ Her birthday is on Valentines Day!! <:)

And finally, Juniper (Roo's youngest sister): in-universe fact:

[ Juni is mixed! She's Hispanic and Scandinavian, and has an accent that actually ping-pongs in terms of which half is stronger, which depends on which parent she's with, if she's with Virginia, her light Swedish accent comes out, but if she's with Mateo (Her Father and Roo's step/half(?) father), her thick hispanic accent comes out, she's also fluent in Spanish and English, and knows little-to-no Swedish

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And here's a random fact about an OC that never really saw the light of day (keep in mind I was like 12-14 when I made this OC LMAO):

[ This oc's name is "Bashful", is a clown and is a quintuplet! (The other names are just [insert verb] - ful 💀)

AND last fact (sorry I keep saying and LMAO) about an OC that I plan to... eventually share 😭:

[ I have an OC named 1504 and she's made of Clay! She's one of my oldest OCs that has actually survived the OC-purge (by OC purge I just mean completely dropping all my old OCs for new ones)

[cadrenebula]

Do you want to try that song shuffle-fic game? I'll give you the number 4 then! :)

In the End by Linkin Park

I tried so hard and got so far But in the end it doesn't even matter I had to fall to lose it all

(Thank you @celestialspark - I just want to say curse you playlist lol. With almost 900 songs and it gives me the one that got me through my Senior year of HS. So please have this dark piece of Alexois right after his betrayal of Lancefer... Prolly a little over 10yrs ago? I didn't do the math but Alex is 36 now an this happened in his early 20s. Warnings for blood and violence.)

Alex slumped with his back against the tree near one of the deep ravines. It seemed it was safe enough to stop running. Putting a hand over the still bleeding wound on his face.

A fraction slower on dodging and he could have lost his eye. It was bad enough how badly face wounds bleed. Lance's sword had certainly tried to claim his eye. Not that he could blame the man that had just been his friend the day before.

Balling his blood stained hand into a fist before thudding it into the tree behind him. He wasn't sure what hurt more. The one person he allowed himself to care about thinking the worst of him. Or the throbbing slash wound in the flesh of his face.

Wrapping a cloth around his face as best as he could to help stop the bleeding. Hands freezing at the sound of someone approaching. Quickly grabbing for his dropped polearm to defend himself. Just in time to avoid the blade of his mentor aiming for his neck.

"I told you to kill the boy. Yet he still lives. Why?" Sneered the dark skinned duskwight know as The Carver among Ishgard's assassins.

"I wasn't being paid to kill some snot nosed brat from Hallienarte." Alex grimaces as he avoids meeting his mentor's gaze.

"I gave you an order. I guess I'll just have to kill the boy myself then."

"No!" Alex snarled in response as he glared hatred towards Jacques. He wasn't going to let all his work still end in Lance's death. He'd hoped that betraying Lance would be enough to make it look like he'd never cared about the high born lad. As if he'd just been using the black sheep of the Aurifore family. Damn it all that it hadn't been enough to trick Jacques.

A sharp crack of flesh against flesh as Alex's head snapped to the side. The hastily wrapped cloth coming off his face with the backhand he took from Jacques. The wound still seeping blood as Alex snarled.

Lunging for his mentor now. He couldn't let it happen. He wouldn't. He might not be a good person but Lance was. Broken but with good intentions of trying to help those who should have been beneath him as a high born. Putting every thing his mentor had taught him over these years to use against him. He would not let Jacques kill Lance. Even if it meant he died here.

Alex knew he couldn't beat Jacques in a prolonged fight. The other assassin had far more experience and if he got inside of Alex's reach... He'd be screwed. Distance was his friend with a polearm. Using the terrain to his advantage as he attacked like a frenzied animal. Driving Jacques back towards the ravine. Hating that gloating look on Jacques' face as he blocked and feinted attacks.

Only for that gloating look to be replaced by one of shock. The edge where Alex had pushed Jacques to, crumbled beneath them. Down into the ravine the older man plummeted. But that polearm was Alex's saving grace as he managed to lodge it into part of the rocky face.

Alex managed to climb back up, collapsing onto his back. It wasn't safe for him anymore. Without going down there, he couldn't be sure if his mentor was dead. Nor did he have the strength to go check or face another fight. All he could do was hope that Jacques was dead at the bottom.

Forcing himself to his feet, he collected his discarded cloth he'd been using as a bandage. Once he had it in place again, he started south. Heading towards the Shroud to put as much distance as he could between himself and Ishgard.

[allpromarlo]

5, 11, 17 and 28 for the ask game!

this was harder than i thought lol anyways thanks for the ask bb!

putting this shit under a readmore bc you know how it gets sometimes

5: a song that needs to be played LOUD

trademark usa - baby keem

i feel like this is so obvious lol that beat switch needs to be heard by the masses...the song is goated in and of itself but you don't have the full experience if you don't get to scream "I'M A HOT GIRL" alongside 15,500 other people

11: a song you never get tired of

ziplock - saba

i feel like saba has never made anything below average but he put the power of the gods into this song. literally every second is perfect like how did he do it. i could prolly listen to this 20x in a row and i wouldn't get tired of it

17: a song you would sing a duet with on karaoke

lovely - billie eilish, khalid

extreme generic answer but given the fact that i sing with the vocal talent of a strangled goose and i barely know any songs w 2 artists on them that you can sing at a karaoke...yeah this was a last resort

28: a song by an artist with a voice that you love

switch it up - denzel curry

i talk about zel too much on this app but like i don't CARE i love that mans music and i'll never get tired of it. switch it up isn't my favorite off ta13oo (mad i got it my beloved) but the things he does on this with his voice have my soul leave my body. his voice & cadence is generally one of his strong feats but when he starts getting creative with it? that's where magic is made i fear (also that lil bit in sirens w the "this for trayvon and tree"...who allowed him to be this good)

n e ways once again thank u vv much for the ask and goodnight!

[tiktaaliker]

i can't wait for rei to meet ingo. most pla fics have the protag latch onto ingo in some way bc they're both ppl from modern times, but i can see rei going "oh shit" once they realize ingo is from modern-day (if not sinnoh, maybe) bc if he recognizes rei as being Not Who They Seem (maybe he knows lucas and recognizes a little bit of him in rei's appearance) and fully regains his memories... that could be p dangerous! and if they (rei and ingo) really get out of hisui and back to present-day, what if ingo has bonded so deeply w rei that he wants to visit every now and then like human friends do. so i see rei being really wary of ingo (every other human in hisui, they can just leave behind and not have to explain when they go back to sinnoh!) and kinda hoping he doesn't regain his memories or leave hisui, so he can't report them to the officers jenny or whatever for impersonating someone like The Sinnoh Champion (altho they prolly wouldn't know that's who their face/body belongs to at that point) and stealing some rando's phone lol.

oh yeah i will not lie ive been looking forward to introducing ingo since before i started actually writing history offers preservation. like 90 percent of the time when ppl write the protag and ingo interacting it's like. ok we have both been eebied from a similar deeby so we gotta stick together! but here? rei's worst nightmare is someone from modern day calling out their bs. like rei knows very little of how things work in actual civilized society and even with ingo's memory loss rei is gonna freak out BIG time. its like. you know how in hitman where if you put on a disguise there's certain people who can still tell you're lying even if everyone else buys it? i feel like rei would be absolutely CONVINCED that ingo will find them out eventually

meanwhile im honestly torn for ingo's side of it... either he's going to very very easily see thru rei's disguise (i feel like he's prob dealt with a lot of zoura/zoroark both in hisui and unova so is used to pokemon trying to pass as humans. like he can't tell with rei at first glance but there's some sort of vibe that ingo picks up on that rei is very much not human) or it goes RIGHT over his head. like its not even something he's at all considering despite any and all signs to the contrary

[kawaii-genic]

707 x ghoul!reader

Hi! This is my first time posting here on Tumblr so I don't really know what I'm doing like how to put a title and stuff so I kinda just placed it there on the top with a diff font. But anyway, here's a story for 707. It's been so long, prolly years since I've written smthn and I'm still kinda rusty so I'm sorry if it sucks. I tried. I'm very open to criticism tho so feel free to drop your thoughts in the comments and also I can make this into a series if ever. I hope you enjoy! ✨

This story is inspired by Twilight and Tokyo Ghoul by the way so it's kinda like a crossover more or less. Again, I apologize if it sucks.

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I'm so hungry. I've been cooped up in Rika's apartment for too long. Ever since Seven moved here, I wasn't able to feed without risking him knowing who I was or what I was. And him being my mate doesn't help. I discovered this the first time he moved here. The moment he walked through the door, first thing I noticed was his blood. It wasn't like any other blood that I've smelled in my hundred years of living. It's almost as if it's calling out to me, singing. So this is what it feels. My throat hurts. All the self control I've built through the years all flew out the window. I wanted to feast on him. I wanted to tear his flesh, tear him limb from limb, devour him on the spot. The moment I was gonna jump on him, our eyes met and at that moment, my world stopped. I found him. It's almost as if I wanted to punish myself for my animalistic thoughts. From wanting to devour him to wanting to do everything just to protect the angel before me. And that I did.

The days that he spent with me was torture and bliss at the same time. Torture because I can't feed and his blood and scent wafting through the air is not helping my growing hunger. And bliss because, I get to see my angel every single day. I'll be able to protect him. His cold attitude towards me kinda hurts though. But it's fine. It's kinda helping me with my thirst a bit. I swear to protect this man with my life. He's my mate. But tonight, everything will change.

It started as a normal night, Seven still avoiding me like I'm a plague. As usual, I'm in my room, him in the living room working on God knows what kind of robotic hacking stuff kids do that until now I still don't understand.

I went to the kitchen to make 'dinner'. Well mainly for him. He's been sitting there for a whole day and I can practically hear his stomach grumbling. I wouldn't want my angel to starve. A good sandwich wouldn't hurt.

I was in the kitchen making him dinner when I heard him curse under his breath. And in an instant I was by his side. "Seven, what happened? Let me see? You're not being careful enough, dear-" everything stopped. The smell wafted through the air, taunting me. The scent stronger now. My throat hurts. It's like my whole body is burning. He's bleeding, (y/n). Controll yourself. The smell is intoxicating, it's like poison. It's taunting me. I need to get out.

With that, he pulled his hand away. "Let me go, (y/n). This is nothing. Just go back to what you're doing and stop bothering me" Seven glared at me. I hastily stood up from my sitting position beside him, mind getting clouded as seconds pass. We need to get out, (y/n). He's bleeding this is bad. Controll yourself. Get out. Run.

"I need to go. I really need to go" I said trying not to breath in his scent. He grabbed my wrist tightly, not wanting to let me go. "And where to? You can't go out. It's way too dangerous. Can't you listen for once?" He said angrily, standing up, towering over me. "Let me go, Seven. Please just this once" I pleaded, mind getting cloudier. Please, Saeyoung. Let me go. I don't want to hurt you.

He stared at me for a few seconds, still not letting go and with me trying not to breath his scent. Get out of here, (y/n).

"How long?" He asked. That question scared me.

"How long what?" I answered shakily.

"How long have you been 20?" This question struck me like lightning. He knows what I am. He knows I'm a monster. I didn't want him to know and I didn't want him to be scared. My one and only mate. I really need to get out of here but his blood is driving me crazy. He knows. What more can I lose?

And with that, I lost it. I lost the battle.

I slowly turned around, letting my true colors show. My fangs barring, my tendrils freeing themselves from hiding, my eyes turning into one of the beast's. I'm a ghoul. A blood sucking, flesh eating 100 year old monster. I thought I had mastered my self control but here I am craving the blood of the red-hed behind me. Oh so sweet, intoxicating. How funny. I can sense his fear. It's saddening and it feels amazing at the same time.

Chuckling, I slowly turned around with my eyes showing everything. I'm exposed. I can sense his fear shooting up. My prey.

He let go of my hand and moved backwards only for the bed to block his path.

Falling on the soft cushion, I climbed on top of my gorgeous, delectable prey.

I can hear his heartbeat, I can feel his pulse. I slowly went to his neck. It smells so sweet. Mix of sweat, mint and the scent of his oh so sweet blood.

"You're playing a very, very deadly game here, Saeyoung" I said inhaling his sweet scent on his neck, my hand travelling on his chest towards his heart and to his bleeding finger.

"How did you know my name?" He whispered, fear evident in his voice. "Are you scared, dear?" I questioned, looking straight into his beautiful honey eyes. "You still haven't answered my question, (y/n)" He replied, shakily.

I softly chuckled going back to his neck, still holding the bleeding finger. "You're not the only one who knows a thing about the other. I can feel your fear my love. I can feel your pulse pumping your sweet, sweet blood. I can smell your scent. It's so intoxicating. It's painful" I brought my eyes back to his gold fear stricken ones, bringing the bleeding finger softly to lips. Just a taste. It's intoxicating. Stop this (y/n). You'll lose control. You'll kill him and you'll regret it for the rest of your immortal life. But I can't seem to stop.

His blood, his scent, his fear, it's all mine. It's painfully intoxicating. Just a taste, (y/n). But as much as I'd love too, I can't bring myself to do it. Bringing my had back to his chest, I looked to his eyes. Fear evident. "What are you, (y/n)?" He asked. I just smiled softly at him, bringing my hand to his face. "You're mine, Saeyoung. Mine. I'll protect you with my life because you're mine, my darling" I whispered. Inhaling his sweet scent one last time, I blinked, my eyes turning back their normal (e/c) hues, tendrils disappearing.

I stood up from my position on his lap. I smiled sweetly. Walking towards the door, I gave one last glance at my mate, still in his position on the bed staring at me. "I need to head out for a bit, Seven. Please don't wait up. I promise I'll be back after an hour or so. I'll bring home food as well" With that, I fully closed the door, a hand on my chest. "What have I done?" I whispered to myself, heading off to feed.

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There we go. I'm sorry again if it sucks but I hope you enjoy. If not, please leave a comment so I know where to improve ❤️

[to00ch]

Hello! I love what you write! HC for Dorm Leaders with a reader who is a gentle and calm lioness who hates fighting, but is a descendant of the Nemean Lion from Greek mythology? (I think it's a priority that you shouldn't mess with her lolololol patience has limits and she wouldn't be against scaring the idiots with threats and putting them in their places hahahaha)

I just blasted my way through this cause hey! why not? Just listened to a podcast on Nemean Lion before I wrote this, its a pretty sad story— hera is the such a bij all the time but honestly if it weren’t for zeus, none of that wouldve happened lol

Anyway, I hope your request is granted love

Tags: nemean lion descent f!s/o x dorm leaders, fluff headcanons [that’s all I do mostly so far :’^)]

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud & Malleus Draconia

Riddle Rosehearts

“You better not come across Grimm, Ace and Deuce whenever they’re on each other’s throats,” he advised

He really couldn’t imagine how s/o would be if she ever got angry,,,,cause she’s always so,,,calm

Whenever he’s mad, extremely mad to the point where his face is red; he’d always go to s/o to rant

But it just from hearing her ask “Hey, what’s wrong?” gently, he started to soften up and regulate his breathing slowly in order to control his anger before he’d start talking to her about his day

He knows that s/o is a descendant of the oh so famous Nemean Lion, and honestly if it weren’t for how majestic and pretty she looked from the inherited features she got from the beast, he wouldn’t believe it; he wouldn’t want to make her angry at all

Once he was reading on the beast and said “The legendary Nemean Lion, is....her ancestor?......That can’t be right,” he’d be so skeptical and convince that maybe its not a direct ancestor

There was a time someone tried to mess with s/o, and she told Riddle that ‘it would be nice if I sent them a threat that I would rip off their heads like my ancestor did to a whole village once,’ she said that with a smile that sent chills down his spine

Leona Kingscholar

Leona should know best to never, ever, mess with a descent of the Nemean Lion

In fact, whenever s/o is around, his ego is well, lowered a little? That Leona? Lowering his ego?

He treats her with respect, and made sure no one from Savanaclaw messed with her, not that she would mind it, since she’s so patient after all; but he knew that patience has its limits

He’d still call his s/o kitten at times, and he loves napping with her on his side cause it helps him sleep easier than usual and in peace cause of the vibe she exudes

When he first found out that she’s a descent, he lowered his head in respect and said “My Queen,”

He loves how soothing and gentle her touch is, he really can’t wrap it around his head how delicate her movements are

When s/o said him what if she tore the throats of those who bothered her casually with a laugh, he’d clear his throat and sweat

Azul Ashengrotto

Even non-land creatures knew to never mess with a descent of the great lion regardless of their patience level

Azul felt that people with the highest level of patience are the scariest

He loved how s/o is always speaking in such a decent manner, so calm and even the words she chose elaborated on how majestic and beautiful her whole existence is

He’d hate it if anyone ever bothered her, it didn’t matter if she cared or not cause he cares

Sometimes Azul would show his vulnerable side to s/o, and talk about his insecurities with her and she’d give him a warm hug and stroke his head gently

“There’s something about you, I can’t pin out what exactly, but you make me tell things I can’t say out loud,”

His reaction to s/o saying she might threaten the people who messed with her is that he’d clean his glasses and tell her that she ought to not do so for he will get things done and he will

Kalim Al-Asim

Both Kalim and s/o are no-anger people dear lord everyone wonders how they’re able to manage that

“You’re a descent of the legendary Nemean Lion? That’s so cool! I wouldn’t want to make you mad at all,” he beamed at s/o

People wouldn’t feel like bothering the both of them at all cause they are just so happy people just back off ~positive vibe check~

Kalim gives her headpats, lots of em! He spoils her a lot and treats her like a queen

“Why I’m treating you like this you ask? Cause you’re my queen! You deserve to be treated like one,” he’d grin and say when s/o asks him why he spoils her sm

Kalim is her ult babbey, she dislikes fighting but if anyone were to fight Kalim bro, they’re dead; not literally btw, her glare and growl is enough to chase em out

Vil Schoenheit

When s/o wakes up, she’d have really bad bed hair, like a lion’s mane

Vil would go in first thing and comb her hair, he loves doing so cause she had rlly rlly nice hair; its the gene she inherited from the beautiful Nemean Lion’s golden fur

Vil’s facial sessions become more therapeutic with her around, so he often makes her do facial with him

“It’d be a waste for a being as pretty as you, to not take care of your appearance,” he paused “well, you’re still not as beautiful as I am though,” he’d clear his throat and look away

He envies how she don’t get angry at all?? Like okay sis no wrinkles to worry about?

He absolutely loves her graceful demeanor in literally everything she does? Its so eye pleasing! He loves watching it almost as much as he loves looking at himself in the mirror

If s/o is about to send threats he’d say that its a waste of her beauty so he prevents her from doing so

Idia Shroud

“A descent of the N-n-nemean L-lion? Why do people of status keep on coming here,” he shivered when he found out at first cause yay! more intimidating people!

When s/o first introduced herself she was definitely not what he’d imagine, he felt less intimidated but still,,,had troubles cause,,,communication

He’d try to avoid her at first but she really do be wanting to be friends with him, so he reluctantly just warmed up to her

But he loves how she doesn’t get into his space! She’s so considerate and understanding. She’s so gentle too, so it makes him feel more comfortable? Maybe?

Idia has a hard time leaving his room, but with s/o’s gentle words and voice, he’d eventually give in somehow

Also he has a strong urge to play with her lion ears cause,,,,they’re so cute,,,,

He knows that she would probably be a very, very scary person if she’s mad, ‘probably as strong as those OP boss charas’ he’d say to her, which she chuckled and poked the tip of his nose, saying that he’s exaggerating

Malleus Draconia

“A descent of the Nemean Lion huh? But you’re oddly so cool headed, ah, not to be stereotypical, I just find it interesting,” he’d smile at s/o and nod his head

He appreciates how she never forgot to include him in things! Sometimes she’d also join for his strolls, he doesn’t mind it of course. It’s good company

S/o always mentioned how she’d prolly be offended if she kept on being forgotten like Malleus

“You? Offended? I doubt so,” he chuckled “I think you could handle the situation better than I could, you are well, a person full of patience,”

Malleus acknowledges s/o’s lineage and knows very well that she is strong, even if he is one of the top mages

Also gives s/o headpats, which, she loves very much

One time s/o scared away some people cause they were messing around with her too much, and Malleus found it adorable, ‘even she can get mad huh’ he’d think to himself with a smile

[arsonistslut]

Chapter 9: Reminders of Tragedy

"Hey, Jane!"

"Hey, Ingrid! How is my favorite person in the world?"

Jane's girlfriend of a good 9 years now happily walked over and kissed her on the cheek, beaming as she always seemed to do whenever she looked at her lover.

"Amazing now that you're here. Hey, you wanna go to that party Randy's having at his house tomorrow?"

"He's having a party? I didn't figure him the partying type."

"Despite the whole business parents thing, he is a real party animal. Hey, you know what's weird about the party?"

"What is?"

"He invited that Jeff guy there..y'know, that creep with the Conduct Disorder?"

She gestured to the tall, dark clothed young adult that sat alone at a lunch table nearby, playing with a switchblade.

"Hey, I remember him being pretty nice.."

"Remember him? You two date at some point?"

"We did, actually, wayyyy back."

Jane smirked when she saw the look of surprise and pride on Ingrid's face when she realized she guessed right.

"What was he like?"

"He was a sweetheart. Cheesy, but a sweetheart. Hell, even cheesier than me."

"Jane, you've carved our names into multiple trees. There's no out-cheesing that."

"Oh, you wouldn't believe how we met, either. My dad was out mowing the lawn, and he accidentally ran over a rock and it hit Jeff in the head."

"Oof, that sounds bad.."

"I visited him in the hospital with my parents one time, and I will never forget what he said to me as a pick-up line."

"What did he say?"

Jane cleared her throat, before trying her darndest to do an impression of a young Jeff.

"Did you come from heaven? Because you look like an angel!"

Ingrid couldn't help but let out a giggle as she quickly pulled Jane into her arms.

"Aww, that sounds so cute!"

"It was!"

Jeff himself was hearing this conversation from afar, the little tricks he played with his knife not an adequate distraction from the constant reminder of what could've been.

"I don't think he handled our breakup too well..nobody really wanted to treat him as anything other than a freak after his diagnosis went public. One time, I heard him ranting to his brother about how it was hypocritical of the school to do a health topic on depression when they wouldn't stop judging him for his CD."

"Sheesh, it sounds like he's been through a lot..poor kid could use a friend."

"It doesn't really look like he wants any. Liu isn't sitting with him..that's weird, Liu always sits with him."

"Prolly had an argument or something, you know siblings."

"Yeah.."

The day continued without incident, Jeffrey getting home at the same time as usual..yet his mind was not thinking about the party, or school, he was thinking about Jane and Ingrid. Why was Jane so special that she had everything she wanted in life and not him? What crime did he commit that landed him with absent parents, demonization from his peers, and a fucking smile cut into his face? That love, that relationship they had..Jeff came to the conclusion that it was something to be destroyed.

Liu, meanwhile, was..struggling with something. Something he never expected would be a problem in his life. Lately, he began having these thoughts..these violent, awful, intrusive thoughts, thoughts that seemed to be begging to be spoken aloud, the actions they describe seeming to grow more and more appealing as time passed.

Kill Randy.

Maim Keith.

Skin Troy like the cattle he is.

Maybe if he gave the thoughts an identity, they'd be easier to handle, he thought as he thought of a name for these urges..one stood out from the others. Not at all goofy, but not as laughably edgy as the other options.

Chapter 10: Enter Sully

Liu ended up speaking to Sully for the entire night..and even into the morning. When Jeff woke up the next morning, he could already hear Liu downstairs talking with..someone.

"It's sad, really..so concerned about themselves..no time spared for you."

"I-I guess..but they've got more important things to worry about.."

"Child, they do not have a thought in them about you. They're all self centered egomaniacs that would rather get pushed around by a genetic failure of a human rather than do anything about their situation!"

"That's not true, Sully! You're lying!"

A horrible growl soon came from the room.

"We are friends, child! Friends do not lie to each other, do they?"

"I..I guess not..goodbye for now, Sully."

"Where are you going?"

"I..I need some time to think."

Liu got back up, jumping from fear when he saw his brother staring at him.

"Holy shit, Jeff! You scared me!"

"I bet."

Awkward silence soon filled the dining room where they stood.

"Hey, Jeff...?"

"What?"

"I'm..sorry about punching you, and saying all that shit about you. I shouldn't have done that."

"No shit, Sherlock."

The elder brother turned around and began walking back up to his room, but not before his brother called out to him.

"Hey..is there any way I could make things up between us?"

"You could make things up by not betraying my trust again. You're all I've got, Liu..don't pull a Jane and fuck it up for me."

Liu always did question that grudge Jeff held for his ex, after all, he chatted with her in the past, and it always seemed like she genuinely enjoyed what her and Jeff had, and she always felt bad for leaving him like that. Hell, it sounded like it was as painful for her to leave him as it was for him to find out that his girlfriend left him. He was tempted to point that out, but he feared ruining things with his brother again.

"Alright.."

Chapter 11: A Hell of A Party

When Jane and Ingrid rounded the corner home, they found..a disturbing sight. A dead raccoon laying in the middle of the street, it's guts ripped out of it's body and thrown aside, Jeff gleefully pawing through the freshly murdered animal, childishly gawking and giggling over the corpse.

"Hey, Jeffrey! What happened here, what the fuck did you do?!"

Ingrid cried out to the blood-soaked kid, who looked up at her, confusion riddling his bloodied face.

"I killed a raccoon. It's not like anyone's gonna miss it."

"Why, you little-"

Ingrid slapped Jeffrey right across the face, knocking him to the ground as Jane held her girlfriend back and tried to keep the situation from escalating any further.

"What the hell was that for?!"

"You killed a helpless animal, you freak!!"

"I oughta kill you next, you piece of-"

Woods choked on his own spittle as he made his threat, never having been particularly..elegant with his words.

"Oh, really?! I'll kick your teeth down your fucking throat!"

"I swear to God, I'll strangle you with your own fucking intestines!!"

When Jeff reached for his switchblade, Jane panicked and grabbed her lover's hand, running off with her as Woods continued to scream at them.

"Your last words better be some Mark Twain shit, because it's going on your tombstone!! You hear me?!"

That experience was all on Jane's mind as she watched Jeff steadily get more and more wasted by the bonfire outside as time went on, at least, what glimpses she could catch of him when she wasn't busy dancing with the other students. Randy was also outside, reluctantly playing Truth Or Dare with the others as well as his increasingly hot and bothered enemy.

"Ok, Jeff!"

"Whaddup, baby?~"

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare, hit me with the worst ya got!"

"Slow dance with Randy."

"What the-no! I'm straight as a arrow, dude!"

"So is spaghetti until it gets wet~"

"Jeff, never say that again."

"C'mooooon, do the dare, ya pussy~ I don't bite!~"

Woods took his time getting up, but still had enough cognitive function to put on Grover Washington Jr's "Just The Two Of Us", to try and improve the mood, but Randy still wasn't having any of it. In a last ditch effort to try and seduce Randy, Jeffrey just..up and took his shirt off. That'll get things going, right? No, it didn't. Despite some swooning from some of his classmates, Randy himself didn't want any part of this. He was a few drinks deep as well, so in a drunken haze, he grabbed one of the bottles of booze they had, took a running start, and smashed it right over Jeff's head. The problem with that is that they were only a couple feet away from a bonfire, so when Jeff stumbled backward, he fell right into it, the alcohol on his exposed flesh quickly igniting. He quickly burst into flames, screaming and running off as the fire quickly seared his body, every remaining nerve ending he had that wasn't burnt away shocking his body with waves of pain. He could feel his scalp burning up once his hair was scorched away, finally finding solace in a nearby puddle that put out the flames. Jeff could see his life flashing before his eyes..his family, his brother..that was all he could see. As Randy and the other students' screams of horror faded away, Woods silently cursed himself for not doing anything more with his life..a single bloody tear rolled down his face as he shut his eyes for what he believed would be the last time.

Chapter 12: The End Of The Beginning

Suddenly..he was in some sort of void. The ground beneath him was black as pitch, and footsteps began to grow ever closer to him. When Jeff looked to see who was approaching, he found no earthly being waiting for his attention. When he laid his eyes on whatever approached, the previously totally dark void began to turn a sickly red. What stood before him was a monster unlike any other, an otherwordly monster many believed to be a mere tall tale.

HE COMES.

[airaaachaaan]

CHAPTER 1

I'm always having a hard time making friends. Not because of me being picky with them. I've always been thinking about my flaws, and I can say that I'm very low tempered. It's not that everyday you'll see, or pass by someone weird, right? I have a visual disability, right eye closed, And surely, if you'll pass by me, at the road, at school, or everywhere. You'll probably look at me, look away, then look again. I know many people do that, a quick glance, or, sometimes they overlook, and it kinda creeps me out. It's not that I don't really have friends, Ofcourse I have some. I can say that I'm the cheerful one, the extrovert, approachable, so I can easily have friends. I also play volleyball, so I became a part of the school's volleyball team. My name's Ayaka. Matsumoto Ayaka. 【松本彩花】My name means, colorful flower. I think it really suits me.

I've been on the volleyball team for so long, 5 years to be exact. Being around in a big group of people is quite fun, you'll get to share your thoughts to many people, and if you're talking, its kinda overwhelming to get everyone to listen to you! But to be honest, I still don't know who to trust with these guys. It sucks. I always have a feeling like, "Do they talk about me when I'm not with them?" "Are my jokes really that funny?" "Do they like me? Or they just do that because we're teammates?" I overthink a lot but, hey! It really does make sense, right?

I never really planned on joining Volleyball, I mean, it was never been my dream when I was a kid. But when the school directress saw me, she signed me up. So through the years of playing, I'm kinda getting in the hang of it, kinda intense, an absolute torture to your body, but it's fun! Specially when we have tournaments. We have this Regional Tournament yearly, it's my favorite league by the way. We got to train everyday, instead of just every other day. And we get to go to other places and stay there for a month! Ya'know, get to know your teammates more, and even get to be with the boys' team! (Internal screaming) The boys' team are from the other campus. There was a guy that I like, ofcourse. His name is Kousuke. Ishikawa Kousuke. 【石川康介】 He's not really that cute, I mean, he's not the kind of guy that will catch your attention but, guess what? He got mine!

February 2017:

It was a hot afternoon at the place we're staying, a school at a province, few stores, less highways. I was watching Anime at one corner that time, I got lazy to get my earphones at my luggage so I just boosted up the volume of my phone. I was already in the climax of the thing that I was watching, when I suddenly felt, breathing by my left ear. It was Kousuke. He was watching too! I really don't know how to respond with that, I was internally screaming, I was shaking and I didn't get to catch up with the best part of the series! Well, actually maybe the best part was, his face being that near to my face. He continued watching, then he left, and at last I got to breathe! (Sigh) But he came back with his own chair, placed beside me and we finished the show together. I didn't really know where to look? I really wanted to take a glance at his face but it's kinda awkward, right? My arms turned quite numb trying to place my phone where he can see it clearly, until that thing that we're watching, ended. And ofcourse here's the awkward part, getting up into a conversation with your crush.

"That anime is always a cliffhanger."

He said with a disappointed look on his face.

"O-Oh--yep, I t-totally agree haha"

I ended up stuttering, with a nervous laugh.

"Say, do you still have more Anime saved on your phone?"

He said while trying to peek at my phone screen. He grabbed my phone from my hand and he saw the design of multiple anime characters at the back of my phone.

"I didn't know you also liked that series eh.."

"O-Ofcourse! We just met!"

I answered him with a squint on my face.

"Well yeah, you can't put all your favorite characters on the back of your phone 'cause you'll prolly be blocking your camera lense... Haha."

So that's where the conversation started. I didn't know we actually have the same vibe! Well, I thought he's a shy type, he's always have this mysterious aura, or he always has this serious face. It's like we've been friends already for a very long time. The whole month of our stay at that school, it's always been me and Kousuke chilling, talking about nonsense things, and ofcourse, watching anime. We've been buddies the whole month. I was already expecting that my teammates would tease me, and yes, ofcourse they did. I was so scared that he might know that I liked him, I mean, I guess he already knew, but he never told me about it.

It was the last day of the month, we both brought home the bacon. Both teams, boys and girls. Ofcourse it was a very blissful moment for us, I had a good game, and I'll be seeing my mom again, but quite sad too. Like, who wouldn't be missing these guys if you've been with them for one whole month? And ofcourse, I'll be missing Kousuke. I hope we'd still be talking at our social media accounts. And also, we already exchanged numbers and emails! I hope he message me soon!

I just arrived at home, fixed my stuff, took a shower, then went to bed. I was scrolling at my gallery, just staring at all of our pictures, including the picture of me and Kousuke. Then suddenly, my phone vibrates. It was Kousuke. I didn't really expect him to message me!

-"Matsumoto-san, I hope you went home safe! I just got home and I was so tired so I thought I should message you before I go to sleep. I had a fun time with you! See you at our training!"

I was so surprised! I actually don't know how to reply him. My hands were shaking, I was so startled!

"Ah! Ishikawa-san! Glad that you messaged me!"

"No!"

"I mean"

"I'm glad that you got home safe!"

"I had so much fun with you too!! See you soon!"

"Ahhh-- what am I doing? "Glad that you messaged me!"?! What was that?! How did I even mess up with this? So stupid." I said to myself while banging my head at my pillow.

"Haha. It looks like you don't have anyone to talk to usually, huh."

"Ah, yes! That's why I'm glad you messaged me. Hehe."

Our conversation was until 11pm and I didn't even noticed. So did Kousuke. I think. Is he already sleepy? Should I tell him that I need to sleep even if I still don't want to? Ah, this sucks.

"Matsumoto-san, I planned to sleep once I got home but here I am, talking to you. Haha."

"Oh, I actually thought of the same thing haha."

See? I screwed up! Maybe I was telling to much stories, I didn't even noticed that he wanted to sleep! How dumb.

"I'm sorry, Ishikawa-san! We should sleep now! Sorry for bothering you!"

"No, it's okay! We could talk tomorrow! I'm just really tired, it's not that you bothered me. I enjoyed talking to you tho, don't worry."

"Goodnight, Matsumoto-san."

"Okay! Goodnight!"

I turned off my phone, I couldn't help but scream at my pillow! This has been one of the greatest year for me!

-END OF CHAPTER I-