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seijorhi · 3 years

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Inexorable ♕

My birthday present for my beloved wife @iwaasfairy and my contribution to her birthday bash collab you can find here. I love you, you’re incredible and I hope you like this i even wrote smut for you smh

Iwaizumi Hajime x female reader

tw: dub-con, stalking, unhealthy relationships, very questionable decision making, smut, nsfw, um... implied murder?

He’s sitting on the steps outside your apartment when you get home from work, a lit cigarette dangling between long fingers. He brings it to his lips, the bright cherry red tip glowing as he takes a nice, slow drag and you scurry on past.

Not a word passes between the two of you, but olive eyes follow you up the stairs regardless, just like always. His name is Iwaizumi – Iwa – but you only know that because you’ve heard his friends yelling it down the hallway. In the three months since you’ve moved in, you haven’t so much as introduced yourself to the guy, but like most strangers crammed into the same shitty place there’s some kind of a routine between the two of you.

Why he religiously chooses this time of night to take his smoke break is beyond you, but like clockwork you’ll arrive home, having walked back from the bus stop and Iwaizumi’ll be there waiting for you, cigarette in hand.

Well, not waiting, just… there. Black leather jacket with a hoodie underneath, there’s a cut above his eyebrow tonight that he hasn’t bothered to clean, a purpling bruise colouring his jaw. Whatever dealings Iwaizumi’s tangled up in, you don’t like to think about too much, but you know it can’t be anything good. His friends dress like him, all have the same ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe. You’ve seen their scrapes and bruises too – the weapons that stick out from the waistband of their pants – though you’re always quick to avert your eyes when they catch you staring.

You’ve heard them snickering about it when you hastily dart past, all but slamming your front door shut.

And it’s not that you’re scared of him. There are people who play at being dangerous, and ones who are. Iwaizumi doesn’t strike you as somebody who enjoys playing, and while you don’t doubt for a second that he is dangerous, he isn’t to you. He wouldn’t go out of his way to hurt or scare you – you’re not even a blip on his radar – but what Iwaizumi is, at least as far as you’re concerned, the reason your step quickens and you can’t bear to meet his eyes, is intimidating.

Tall and broad shouldered, with those piercing green eyes. You’ve only seen him smile once, though it was more a quirking of his lips than anything else – usually he just stares, his expression halfway between impassive boredom and a scowl.

No, Iwaizumi doesn’t scare you nearly as much as the bouquet of flowers you find sitting on your doorstep, a handwritten note tucked in between the roses.

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The calls come next. You block one number and he rings from another, followed by endless texts. Cute little messages you suppose are meant to brighten up your day.

Hi baby, love the skirt you’re wearing today. You know blue’s my favourite on you, always look so damn pretty. It’s like you’re trying to drive me crazy haha

Morning babe, I was thinking about you last night. You remember that trip we always said we were gonna take in the summer down to the lake? I can’t wait to bring you there.

Why won’t you answer my calls? I just wanna talk to you, hear your voice again. Let me make things right. I love you.

Don’t you miss me? I miss you. So, so much… You look beautiful today, by the way.

Baby, I love you, but you really shouldn’t be staying out so late with your coworkers for drinks. I just want you to be safe.

They’re not all soft and sweet though. Sometimes he just sends you pictures, and those creep you out most of all.

You change your number, and it doesn’t make a difference.

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It’s hard for you to try and convince yourself that you’re imagining the prickling sensation on the back of your neck as you go about your day. You know he’s watching you – the messages and the voicemails just drive that home, but what else are you supposed to do?

You can’t just pack up and run again, and what good is a restraining order when you have no proof he’s violating it – and by the time you do, it probably won’t help you.

Kazuma’s always had patience, but only up to a point.

The final nail comes the day you arrive home to find one of Iwa’s friends heading out from his apartment – the tallest, with the curly dark hair. Barely spares you a glance until he seems to think better of it.

“Didn’t realise you had a boyfriend, sweetheart.”

He says it so casually, but the words make you falter, a sinking feeling in your stomach. “What do you mean?”

And for a moment, he looks half surprised that you’ve bothered to reply – so far you’ve done nothing but pretend to ignore him and Iwa and every last one of their friends. But the mirth slips from his expression quickly enough once he gets a good look at yours, “Blonde guy with a shitty dye job, tall-ish. Saw him leaving your apartment an hour ago.”

But to walk out of your apartment, he had to have first gotten into it.

“Guessing he wasn’t your boyfriend then,” he says, eyeing you with an odd look. But you don’t respond and after a short pause, he simply shrugs and continues on his way.

You couldn’t care less.

Kazuma was in your apartment.

Leaving flowers at your doorstep is one thing, but now he has a key.

And it feels like there’s somebody else moving your body as you stumble towards your apartment, your hand shaking so badly that you fumble and drop your own keys twice before you finally manage to slide them home and push your way inside.

It’s waiting for you inside your bedroom, sitting atop your pillow; a pretty blue box wrapped with white ribbon.

Your phone flashes to life a minute later; an incoming message from an unknown number.

Did you like your present, baby?? I hope you don’t mind, I kinda borrowed a little something too…

With your heart in your throat you watch those three bouncing dots as the image comes through.

A pair of red lace panties – yours – scrunched up in his fist, wrapped around his–

Your stomach heaves, and you barely make it to the bathroom in time before you’re hurling your guts up.

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You’ve always had an impulsive side, and more often than not it’s landed you into trouble.

So you force yourself to calm down and think before you do anything rash. You head to the police station the very next morning to file a report, fresh off a sleepless night. The officer seems sympathetic, but you know before she even opens her mouth that there’s nothing they can do.

There’s no proof of a crime committed; nothing was taken (nothing you can prove, at any rate) and because your door wasn’t tampered with and the windows weren’t smashed, there’s no evidence of a break in. She suggests changing your locks and going to stay with some friends or family for a few days and you don’t know whether you want to laugh or burst into tears.

And instead of going back to work, you call in sick.

Iwaizumi isn’t sitting on the front steps when you get back home, and why would he be? You’re not supposed to be home for another few hours – so instead you head to his apartment door and mustering every last ounce of courage you possess, you raise your fist and knock.

Silence greets you.

You wait for a moment, a heartbeat, not daring to breathe, but there’s no answer. Which, really, shouldn’t be that surprising considering it’s mid-morning on a Tuesday, but you can’t help the crushing sense of disappointment that washes over you. The thought of trudging back to your apartment to sit and stew alone for the next few hours while you wait for him to come back makes your skin crawl. You can’t just sit still and twiddle your thumbs, not when–

Abruptly, the door in front of you swings open, and you find yourself face to face with a glaring Iwaizumi. His expression falters, momentary surprise flickering across his eyes at the sight of you standing in his doorway.

This time you don’t avert your eyes. Your heart’s pounding, your hands clammy and trembling by your side, but this is the only choice you have left. And so as a single eyebrow cocks and Iwa falls into a lean against the doorframe – the only invitation you’re gonna get – you steel your nerves, take a deep breath, and speak.

“I-I need a gun.”

To his credit, Iwaizumi doesn’t snort. “You planning on shooting somebody, princess?”

They’re the first words he’s ever spoken to you, and they make your cheeks burn, your stomach twisting into a knot. It’s not a dismissal, but there’s a tinge of amusement colouring his tone and you can’t help but wilt a little under the weight of his gaze.

Better sense would tell you to turn around, walk back to your apartment and curse your own idiocy for entertaining this stupid idea to begin with But Iwaizumi’s staring at you like he’s expecting an answer and all you can think about is the fear that gripped your heart last night, how you couldn’t bear to turn the light off, half terrified that at any moment Kazuma would come back – and this time he wouldn’t be satisfied with just some panties.

You can’t live like this, and you can’t just pack up your life and wait for the same thing to happen in the next place, and the one after that. Kazuma won’t stop, you know that.

“I…” you chew on your bottom lip, dropping your gaze so that you’re staring at his chest instead of those piercing green eyes. “I don’t, I-I’m not–”

“A killer?” he interjects, and you almost flinch at his bluntness“Yeah, no shit.”

Taking another breath in through your nose, you force yourself to meet his gaze, even as your nails bite into the palm of your hand and your heart skips a beat. “I just want…” but you can’t even bear to say the words aloud, not without your voice shaking like a leaf. “It’s for protection. I don’t know who else to go to. Please,” you beg.

Iwa exhales heavily, a crinkle appearing between his brows as he frowns, “This got anything to do with the blonde asshole that’s been sniffing ‘round your place?”

Your bewilderment must show, because he snorts, finally stepping back to let you inside. “Mattsun told me,” he says, answering your unspoken question.

The unmistakably hard edge to his words takes you a little by surprise, but you nod anyway, gingerly taking a seat on the couch when he jerks his chin at it. “Oh, uh, yeah. He’s my ex, kinda. We… didn’t end well.”

It’s the understatement of the century, but you somehow doubt a man like Iwaizumi gives two shits about your past relationship with a stalker. Your fingers play with the hem of your skirt as the imposing man settles down beside you. “So does this mean you’ll get me a gun?” you ask. “I can pay you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I have some money–”

Iwa scoffs, cutting you off. “If you think I’m letting you anywhere near a loaded gun, pretty girl, you’re dumber than I gave you credit for.”

You reel back as if he’s slapped you. But Iwaizumi’s staring at you with that steely expression and blood rushes to your cheeks. Why are you surprised? Did you actually think he was going to help you – a veritable stranger – just because you have some sob story? Why even bother letting you in if he was just gonna make you feel like an idiot? And for a moment you forget the gnawing terror that’s kept you up all night, letting yourself become awash with indignation. You have no control over the hurt noise that leaves your throat, but the ‘Fuck you’ that follows; that one’s intentional.

You don’t have time to regret the insult as you jump to your feet; his hand shoots out to wrap around your wrist, jerking you to a halt the moment you try it.

“I didn’t say you could go,” he tells you, and you can’t fight the shiver that rolls down your spine at the unmistakably commanding tone. “Sit.”

Wordlessly, you comply.

“Look at me.”

Again, there’s that harsh undercurrent in his voice that tells you he’s not asking, and you lift your gaze with a tense swallow. Iwa still hasn’t released your wrist, the warmth of his calloused palm searing against your skin.

He doesn’t speak for a moment, olive eyes studying your face intently as you force yourself to sit still under the appraisal. “I said that I wasn’t going to give you a gun, not that I wasn’t going to help.”

Your eyebrows draw together in confusion, “What–”

“I’ll take care of it,” he snaps, cutting you off once again. And as you inhale sharply, you realise that it’s not anger you see burning in those pretty eyes, but sheer, unrelenting fury, an icy rage that you don’t understand, that terrifies you as much as it enthrals.

Because you feel like it’s on purpose. Like he’s finally letting you get a glimpse of what silently seethes beneath that impassive mask of his. Are you scared now, sweetheart?

“H-how much?” you ask breathlessly, eyes wide and heart pounding.

“I don’t want your money,” he says quietly, his voice low and husky. And just in case there was any confusion as to what he does want, his other hand comes up to your face, a broad thumb tracing along your bottom lip as he cups your cheek.

Iwaizumi leans in slowly, as if he’s giving you time to shove him away and tell him that you’re not that kind of girl. Part of you – the part that’s terrified, frozen stiff and regretting the very moment you decided to step into his apartment and cross that line – wants to. Even now, as those hooded olive eyes drink you in, his warm breath ghosting across your skin leaving goosebumps in its wake, you’re afraid that it’s too late for that. You’ve opened a door that should never have been opened and there’s been a fundamental shift between you and him. There’s no going back for either one of you.

And the other part of you revels in it.

“Don’t kill him,” you murmur the second before his lips meet yours. “Not unless you have to.” You don’t even know if he heard you, and as Iwa deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours you find that you don’t care. You lose yourself to Iwaizumi as he leans closer, gently pushing you to lie back on the couch.

He isn’t satisfied with just your lips for long, planting hot, open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down the column of your throat, sucking on the sensitive flesh. His teeth nip at your collarbone as he busies himself unbuttoning your shirt, but your gasp sounds more like a needy whine than a plea for him to stop.

He laughs a little at that, his chest rumbling against your stomach, but he makes no moves to slow down. Instead he turns his attention to your bra, his hands far less gentle with the delicate lace than he was with your shirt, and then his mouth is on your tits, licking, sucking, biting. Tomorrow, your skin will be littered with pretty red and purple marks, and judging from the single minded focus glinting in his eyes as he stares up at you, that’s exactly his intention. Iwa drags the flat of his tongue along the swell of your breast, circling it around your nipple before he sucks it into the wet warmth of his mouth, and the whimpering moan you give him in response is a thing of beauty.

“Good girl,” he croons. “Such pretty, perfect tits.”

Your back arches when he cups the other in his hand, and you cry out when he roughly tugs the sensitive bud. He waits until the sting fades and you relax, sagging back against the cushions with relief before he does it again, harder this time. The sharp, searing pain ripples through you, your breath seizing in your chest as you try in vain to writhe away from his touch, but it’s followed by a flood of pleasure so strong it almost makes you dizzy. The fleeting kiss Iwa bestows on the supple flesh a moment later could almost be taken as an apology – if not from the satisfied smirk curling at his lips. He has no desire to be gentle with you, not today or any other day. That’s not who he is.

Large hands ease down your side, reaching for the hem of your skirt. Iwa doesn’t bother trying to pull it off of you, merely flips it up, exposing your soft thighs and the delicate panties lying underneath.

In an attempt to be helpful, you lift your hips to allow him to drag the lacy scrap of fabric down your legs and discard it, but Iwaizumi seems perfectly content with leaving them where they are. Even so, it takes you by surprise when his mouth descends on your cunt, the wet, pink muscle laving along the seat of your panties. You shiver in response, one hand instinctively reaching out to tangle in those spiky brunette locks, but if you’re about to tell him to stop teasing, the words are robbed from you when Iwa pushes the fabric aside and buries his face in the heat of your pussy.

His nose nudges at your clit and you jerk at the first lap at your folds, already shamefully wet for him. There’s no rhythm or rhyme to the way he eats you out, letting a long, thick finger slide into your cunt while he suckles and licks at your clit, but you can’t deny that it’s working. Your thighs tremble and quake beneath his hands, every second of his attention dragging you closer to unravelling entirely. And you’re awash with pleas, little whimpers and moans as he chuckles, the low vibrations making your fingers tighten in his hair as another burst of pleasure flutters through you. Your hips rise and fall against his face, desperate for more when he finally slides his tongue inside of your heat, eager to taste your cunt properly. You want more, you’re desperate and aching for it; but Iwaizumi’s grip tighten bruisingly against your thigh in warning.

You’re at his mercy, and he’s in absolutely no hurry.

The first time you cum, it takes you by surprise. It feels like an endless build-up, Iwa’s tongue lapping at your pussy like it’s heaven sent, his mouth working diligently to drive you insane. Every touch feels unbearably good, from the long, slow strokes to the way he drags the tip of his tongue along your clit. Your toes are curling, your tits heaving with the desperate breaths you choke down, and all of a sudden his mouth latches onto your clitoris and he sucks hard at the swollen nub. You almost black out right there and then, stars bursting behind closed lids as pleasure wreaks havoc over your body. But as good as that feels, it’s not until you open your eyes and catch sight of the hunger blazing in Iwaizumi’s eyes that you tip over the edge, cumming into his waiting mouth with an earth shattering moan.

At some point he must have let you go to rid himself of his own clothes, and your panties, but you’re boneless, basking in the afterglow as he shifts you once more, lifting one of your thighs up to hook your leg over his shoulder as he settles back onto the couch.

You just watch through hazy eyes as Iwaizumi gives his thick cock, already hard and flushed an angry red, a few cursory pumps. And his eyes are fixed on yours as he leans down, guiding the tip to your sopping cunt.

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of this, princess,” he grunts out.

Warning bells sound in your head once more, your gut clenching uneasily, but any protests you might have voiced fall by the wayside as he slowly presses into you. It’s the girth, more than anything else, that takes you by surprise. It hurts, stretching out your poor, oversensitive cunt as his cock fills you up, inch by agonising inch.

Iwa hisses from between clenched teeth and your eyes squeeze shut, trying to breathe through the pain. It won’t last long, you know that, and until it does you just have to grin and bear it.

You can feel it twitching inside of you, every ridge and vein, the way your slick walls hug his cock. His thumb strokes along your hip, soothing you as your face screws up and another whimper slips out. You think you hear him say something, praise maybe, or encouragement, but all you can focus on is the way his cock throbs inside your pussy when he finally bottoms out and stills.

And for a moment, he doesn’t move. A small kindness, letting you become adjusted to his size before he fucks you the way he’s dying to.

“Look at me,” he says, and while his tone isn’t as sharp this time, it’s no less of an order.

Your eyes flutter open as Iwaizumi turns his head just a fraction without breaking eye contact, pressing a soft kiss against your calf. His eyes are glazed with feverish lust, pupils blown wide, almost swallowing up that thin ring of olive green entirely, and you wonder whether you should feel afraid right now.

You don’t have the words to describe it, the distant unease that seeps through you as you stare into the eyes of a man who’s clearly not in control anymore. If you screamed right now, tried to fight back or stop him, would it make a difference?

Do you actually want to?

“You’re mine,” he growls out, drawing his hips back and slamming them forward ruthlessly as you choke on a scream.

He’s relentless, hissing out curses as he fucks you like a rag doll, filling your wet, tight little cunt again and again and again. It’s all you can do to fist at the edge of the cushion, one hand wrapping around his back, your nails raking down his skin, drawing blood in their wake.

And Iwa doesn’t care, tossing his head back as he pounds his cock into your needy cunt, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. “Iwa,” you plead between gasping breaths, clinging to his broad frame. You don’t even know what you’re begging for, not as he grabs you by the hips and lifts you up, hauling you closer so he can fuck you deeper. And you can feel his cockhead rutting against your cervix with every vicious thrust, the painful stretch of your cunt as you’re forced to take his fat cock. It hurts, it does, but holy fuck you can’t focus on that when his fingers slip between your legs and he starts to rub at your puffy, oversensitive clit.

You’re whining, mewling, hips shifting as you rock against him, desperate for more friction. “Please, Iwa,” you moan.

The sound of it, the lewd slaps of skin against skin, the wet squelching as he drives his cock home again with an unforgiving pace would be enough to make you burn with embarrassment, but you don’t care because you’re quickly losing yourself to mindless pleasure. Every stroke fills you completely, it’s hot and thick and the drag of his cock against your plush walls, the way it kisses that sweet perfect spot with every thrust is driving you to insanity.

“Fuck!” you cry, clenching tightly around his length as you hurtle over the edge for a second time. You’re gushing, convulsing, back arched up off the couch, lips parted and–

Iwaizumi stops with a growl and you barely have time to process it before he’s flipping you onto your front, yanking your ass up into the air and hammering his cock back into your swollen, abused little pussy. It’s a bruising pace he sets as he chases after his own end, your name falling from his lips in harsh, breathless grunts.

It doesn’t take long for his thrusts to become sloppy, your cunt sucking him in and pulsing around his cock. And you don’t have the mental capacity to beg him to pull out, not as his muscular chest collapses against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist and he pumps you full of his seed.

Neither one of you move straight away, both fighting to catch your breath and calm down in the afterglow of your orgasms. Your eyes flutter shut as he presses soft, sweet kisses to the back of your neck, your shoulders, anywhere he can reach. It’s an intimacy that doesn’t belong here, but you find yourself arching into it, a small, tired smile curling at your lips as Iwaizumi lavishes you with affection.

And you can only whine softly when he finally pulls his cock out and stands, lifting your boneless form up into his arms, chuckling quietly when you bury your head into his chest. Your head’s empty, your thoughts a jumbled mess as he carries you into his bedroom, depositing you carefully onto the bed.

Iwaizumi leaves you there like that, and when he returns a few minutes later he’s dressed again. He doesn’t smile, but there’s something oddly content about his expression as he stops by the doorway and takes in the sight of you; naked and thoroughly fucked out, curled up amongst his covers.

“Iwa?” you ask sleepily, stretching your aching body to make yourself more comfortable as you nestle further into the soft mattress.

He doesn’t answer you as he strides in, but you watch through half lidded eyes as his expression hardens. Stopping by the bedside, Iwaizumi reaches for you. You think he’s going to cup your cheek again, maybe run his fingers through your hair, but instead his hand slides between your thighs, gathering up some of the cum that’s seeped from your pussy with his fingers and slowly pushing it back inside of you, humming when you whine and shift under him.

“I’m leaving for a bit,” he tells you, your gut clenching as you remember why you’re in this position in the first place. “You don’t leave this apartment until I get back. You don’t answer the door, you don’t tell anyone you’re here, you don’t leave this bed unless you have a goddamn good reason. Understand?”

Weakly, you nod.

“Such a good girl for me,” he breathes, and this time when he leans over he does kiss you, sweeping your hair back from your face before his warm lips meet your cheek. He lingers there for a beat longer than necessary before pulling away with a sigh.

And as the door swings shut, the sound of the lock clicking into place behind him, you begin to question whether you’ve made a mistake. You don’t doubt for a second that Iwa will follow through with his promise. Whether it’s tonight or tomorrow or a week from now, he’ll find Kazuma; him and his friends, and they’ll make sure he stays away. And until they do, you won’t leave this apartment.

There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach that despite your pleas, Iwaizumi’ll kill him.

Not because that’s the only way for this to end, though you realise that that’s always been a possibility, but because of what you glimpsed in his eyes today. Stupidly, you’d thought you had Iwa pegged. But there’s something that lurks beneath that facade, something more dangerous than you could’ve possibly imagined and the moment you opened the door to Iwaizumi it sunk its teeth into you and now you’re not sure if it’ll ever let you go.

And as you lie back in Iwaizumi’s bed, covered in the marks he left behind you wonder whether you’ve merely traded one monster for another. Perhaps it was inevitable. Inexorable.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere iwaizumi #yandere iwaizumi x reader #yandere iwaizumi hajime #yandere iwaizumi hajime x reader #tw: dubcon #tw: stalking #i've said it like 48 times today #but ily fairy #you deserve the world #if you haven't gone to wish her a happy bday #GO NOW

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newtsies · 3 years

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PLEASE TELL ME ALL ABOUT YOUR HARLEM OCS

OMGOMG IKOOKOOKO

so basically theres 3 of them so far- scram, stitch, and charles

i'm gonna put it under the line cuz this'll get long lol

pretend like i didn't post it too early

so first we have scram

scram is like 9-10 years old. HE'S SO SMALL V SMALL ,, he wears clothes that are wAyy too big for him. so his flannel like flies behind him and his cap is basically sagging off his head. he runs A LOT. mostly because he gets in trouble a lot-

he got his nickname bc basically everyday he runs through groups of newsboys and he yells "scram!!" because he's getting chased by the cops

he's got tanner skin and he's italian 💁‍♂️ HE'S VERY TANNED BC HE'S ALWAYS OUTSIDE AND ALWAYS RUNNING. he's got wavy black hair and it's basically all over the place and its super long bc the boy doesn't know how to cut it

he's LITERALLY EVERYWHERE. "where is scram?" and suddenly scram is stumbling toward you and being like "hiya!!"

he's used for like- messages? bc he likes to run so stitch (the leader) was basically like "lol okay so tell brooklyn blah blah blah" and scram his halfway to brooklyn as soon as he says it.

"someone go get-"

and scram is gone

very energetic like he's just constantly "step on the GASS",, he's like 'somebody race me!!' and the harlem boys are all over the place groaning bc everyone of them has gone against him like 5 times and he's still not calm

stitch gwts closer to hitting him in the head every night just to get him to sleep. scram literally doesnt sit still and he talks so fast too like he's an auctioneer

AND HOW DOES HE RUN SO FAST AND NOT TRIP OVER HIS CLOTHES?? guess we'll never know!!

ookok next is stitch!!

like i said he's basically the harlem leader. he's 15-16.

cant stand his boys but he loves them so much. like if they catch him on a bad day he's like "you are basically my child and i love you and wish you the best but i swear to god if you dont leave me alone you will die"

he's known for getting into fights a lot and then known for loosing the fights. he's called stitch bc he's gotten so many stitches from getting in fights or just doing stupid things. he's like insane he's just extreme

"you guys think i could make this jump?" and the jump is like across two buildings with a 3 foot drop

"stitch don't-"

he jumps.

does he make the jump? of course not. new stitches!!

he's pale but like basically red bc the sun burns him up </3 also refuses to invest in sunscreen

he has blonde hair but its like... matted and knotted. he def needs to invest in a brush,, its also dirty all the time. like he has oil in his hair. LIKE BLACK OIL AND HE DOESNT EVEN GO AORUND BLACK OIL WHERE DOES IT COME FROM

his shirts are too small unlike scram- like if he buttoned his shirts they would just pop off so he doesn't button them. which gives him so many scars and stitches on his chest smh. does he invest in new clothes? OF COURSE NOT. like 5'5

charles is next he's like 15

he's like buff. like tommy bracco as spot buff

he's basically the body guard but he's like <333 sweetheart

he's tanned but a lot lighter than scram. takes good care of himself cough stitch cough

his hair just flops over his face and his hat like fits him just right bc he's charles

like everything is just right,, not too big or too small. BC CHARLES CARES (#charlescares spread the hashtag /j) so he saves money for clothes for when his shirts get too tight n stuff

he's got such a formal name the boys are probably like "charles, be a dear and fetch me some beignets"

and he's like " i will strangle you"

THANK YOU FOR ASKING ABT THEM I LOVE THEM SM :')

also charles and stitch are in love and their ship name is starles and i love them and i have head cannons for them bc they deserve the world

#STARLES MY BELOVED #theyre so #ugh i love them #and scram <33 #my boyfriend was gonna draw the 3 of them but he got busy lol #shout out to him them #newsies #harlem ocs #mylo.headlines #mylo.types #mylo.exe

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spiderstyles04 · 3 years

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COBRA KAI SN 3 SPOILERS

Episode 1:

Can’t stand the fact that they’re trying to make Sam the victim, fuck the white bitch 😤. (okay yeah she’s kinda the victim but like she deserves to be blamed)

I can’t stand the fact that everybody keeps trying to make Robby the villain (ik he’s MIA, but the words they’re calling him make me wanna punt their asses into oblivion 🧎🏽‍♂️🏌️)

Episode 2:

Kreese is actually fucking sadistic wtf.

fuck men (esp. those that prey on young girls).

cops @ the prison rlly said: “I aint see nothin at all -👄-“.

wow so you can definitely see who is Johnny’s priority! Instead of continuing to look for his missing son, he went to go see Miguel🖕🏻.

and Miguel is like boohoo why’d this happen to me it’s all Johnny’s fault. Uh no it’s partially yours for accelerating the fight. Shouldn’t have gotten in the middle of a fight if you wanted to come out unharmed.

Robby blaming himself for everything and worry abt the others before himself is making me cry my eyes out pls 😭😖.

Daniel fucking Larusso rlly said let’s catch this scared teenage boy off guard and have a cop sneak up on him and arrest him

Episode 3:

I hate that Robby is in jail but he looks hot af

Not the LaRussos blaming Robby’s grudge on him being a teenage. Like you literally had a cop sneak up on a terrified kid and you expect him to take your calls???? I think tf not.

Sksks Sam rlly out here acting like Tory got angry outta nowhere and that she had no reason for being brutal. Yeah having a bad background doesn’t justify bullying but you kinda provoked her. YOU KISSED ANOTHER GIRL’S BOYFRIEND WHILE YOU HAD ONE OF YOUR OWN. SUCK IT UP AND SHUT UP LIL BABY.

Not Robby fighting with guys in prison over their comments abt Sam of all ppl 💀 she’s the reason you’re in there and she cheated, what the fuck are you defending her for?

sad puppy Robby is making me tear up shit I love him too much to see him in pain 😖

God I hate Eli. Imagine being jealous of not being able to creative enough to raise money for your friend so you resort to stealing the money from the only ones able to get money for him 💀.

“Douche clown” BAHAHA.

NOT JOHNNY MISSING OUT ON SEEING ROBBY BC HE WAS WITH MIGUEL HE COULD’VE CALLED AND LET HIM KNOW FUCK JOHNNY

Episode 4:

NOT JOHNNY ASSUMING THAT ROBBY IS THE ONE STARTING FIGHTS (reminds me of Jess and Rory from Gilmore Girls when she accused him of fighting with Dean when rlly he just got attacked by a bird)

I love that Robby is telling Johnny off like PERIODT KING GO OFF

Nah if some idiot wrecked my lego diagram that took me weeks to build, I’d knock him on his ass no hesitation. Idgaf if I got expelled

Not the counselor completely disregarding the fact that Dimitri’s project was wrecked

Every time Johnny enters Robby’s life, he just makes shit harder for him. I feel horrible for my bby

Kreese has a god complex & I wanna put him in the ground 🕳👨🏻‍🦽👩🏽‍🦯

Little miss princess got some anger issues oop

Not Johnny making a paralyzed kid get out of bed 💀

THOSE KIDS IN JUVIE BOUTA FEEL MY WRATH MFRS DISRESPECTING ROBBY MAKE ME WANNA SKSKSJSB

KREESE BETTER BACK THE EVERLOVING FUCK AWAY FROM MY BBY ROBBY I WILL NOT HESITATE TO RECREATE A CRIMINAL MINDS EPISODE WITH YOUR BODY GRANDPA DONT TEST ME

Episode 5:

Robby basically telling Kreese to fuck off and tell talk to “somebody who gives a shit” is everything to me I love him

Not Johnny using a sex magazine to motivate Miguel 🤢

If Robby gets back with Sam I will RIOT

Imagine taking pleasure from terrorizing others and children sksksk couldn’t be me

Damn it Robby you shouldn’t be fighting. It’s only gonna make your sentence worse bby. Ik he’s an asshole, but you gotta be the bigger man

The fight in the lazer tag place I- not even gonna comment

YAY MIGUEL GOT SOME MOVEMENT BACK IN HIS LEGS

POP OFF MRS. LARUSSO YOU PUT KREESE IN HIS PLACE

Episode 6:

I’m glad Eli is abt to get the vibe check he deserves

Miguel rlly should choose what he says more wisely like sir you can’t just tell the angry mentally unstable girl that she needs help sksksksk those are words of war to her

Oh Mrs. LaRusso getting in on the action lmao

Episode 7:

Damn Tory rlly wakes up every day and chooses violence uh it was a dream nvm

There’s no fooking way Miguel recovered from a spinal injury so quickly 🙄 also why’d they throw away the wheelchair??? That shit is expensive af

Imagine having a dad that actually feels genuinely bad for not keep up with your life SKSK couldn’t be me

I haven’t seen Robby in a hot minute and I’m getting pissed abt it.

I love when ppl tell Eli off. Gives me a diff kind of joy

tf is Eagle Fang sksksks

@ Kreese: Bye bitch 🥴

Episode 8:

THE DIFFERENCE BTWN THE THREE DOJOS IS SO FUNNY BAHAHAHAH

I cant believe they’re dicusssing Kreese when they’re abt to pick up Robby I- none of these men are fit to be stable father figured to him

Glad Robby told them to fuck off bc when the going gets tough, unfortunately, they will always choose someone else over Robby

But I’m all here for Miguel’s character development. Looks like soon I’ll have a total of 2 characters that I like on this show

NOT ROBBY DEFENDING SAM FOR CHEATING AND CALLING IT A MISTAKE PLS YOU ARE SO NAIVE SHUT UP SHES A STUPID GIRL WHO THINKS SHE CAN GET AWAY WITH EVERYTHING PLS OPEN YOUR EYES

Eyyy go off Miguel preach

Nvm fuck that. I’m glad Robby walked in on Miguel and Sam flirting so he could see she isn’t all she’s cracked up to be. I’m glad he’s telling them off. I just hate that they’re making him out to be a villain, AGAIN UGH

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO IF ONLY YALL COULD HEAR MY SCREAM OF ANGUISH WHEN ROBBY WALKED THROUGH THE DOORS OF COBRA KAI BABY NO YOURE THE GOOD GUY DONT GO WITH THE FUCKING PSYCHOTIC ASSHAT PLEASE

Episode 9:

Fuck fuck fuck I’m terrified for this episode

MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄

oh shit Ali...

Trouble is in the air....

Miguel and Sam 🙄😀

Oh so Robby is back in his sn 1 wardrobe... 🤬

OH I SWEAR FOR FUCKS SAKE IF TORY AND ROBBY GET TOGETHER I WILL STOP WATCHING THIS SHOW FOR GOOD ISTG

PERIODT ROBBY DENY THE BEER A WISE DECISION

Not you making bad decisions again Robby smh we’re trying to keep you out of jail

I repeat... if Robby and Tory get together I am RIOTING

Fuck Johnny

Episode 10 - final episode:

I am the quintessential example of seething anger. If I was an anime character, I’d have steam coming out of my ears and a tic mark on my forehead smh

BAHAHAH DANIEL’S GLACES TO JOHNNY ARE SENDING ME

Tory has got some anger issues that surpass even my own, and that’s saying something

Also why tf are they fighting in Sam’s house??? Like I don’t like her but thats not only trespassing passing on private property, but the damages they’re causing are gonna cost a buttload

I’m just glad that Robby isn’t there to fight. Thank you bby

I LOVE THE MUSIC IN THE FIGHT SCENE WE LOVE SOME ROCK CHRISTMAS INSTRUMENTALS

I love the fact that Eli is realizing how fucking stupid he’s been acting

NO ROBBY DONT FIGHT JOHNNY YOU DONT KNOW THE FULL PICTURE BABY STOP BEING FUCKING DUMB

NO JOHNNY THREW ROBBY INTO THE LOCKERS FUCK IS HE OKAY IS BABY OKAY

DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT KREESE DONT PICK IT UP YOU GERIATRIC ASSWIPE

NO ROBBY IS FULLY UNCONSCIOUS FUCK IF I WAS THERE I WOULD BE ABLE TO HELP BC IM FIRST AID TRAINED AND CPR CERTIFIED CALL 911 JOHNNY

YAY DANIEL TO THE RESCUE

I’m still crying over Robby fuck

Everybody over here hashing shit out and Robby is inside the dojo like X👄X

NVM HES OKAY HES WALKING IT OFF

NO GO BACK TO FUCKING SLEEP BITCH BC YOURE STILL NOT THINKING STRAIGHT WHY ARE YOU STILL WITH KREESE GOD FUCKING DAMN IT

Anyways all in all, fuck season 3 gn

#cobra kai #cobra kai season 3 #robby keene #samantha larusso #miguel diaz #johnny lawrence

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delemenko · 3 years

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Drunk Headcanons

Based on this post from a while back, I mentioned that I would make this for @thewarriorshomegirl and totally forgot smh. The train has left The Kalenko's Shitpost Station.

Cleon

Gets really irritable and moody when he’s drunk, though he’s the type of person to “drink himself sober”, so generally, he doesn’t do anything stupid whenever he drinks. Take a lot of drinks to get intoxicated, so he’d probably die before he starts acting like a drunken idiot. Will be even more annoyed than usual when he's drunk and generally has a MUCH shorter fuse. Probably will fight anything that breathes in his generally direction. Nobody except him and Lincoln can actually tell that he’s drunk. Everyone else is hellbent on seeing him drunk but they don't realise that he's already drunk. Could definitely be the designated driver, except he gets crazy road rage when he's drunk.

Swan

After he’s had a large quantity of alcohol, which is probably incredibly unlikely, Swan just starts talking, a lot, but only when asked. He’s less uptight when he’s drunk, and definitely way more approachable, just don’t tell him anything in confidence, because they moment he’s asked, that secret is no longer a secret. Aside, from the prompted tea spilling, he doesn’t change much. The best choice for the designated driver.

Fox

Unlike Swan, Fox is incredibly easy to get drunk. Though, I get the feeling that he doesn’t like drinking much unless he’s dealing with some serious shit, so it’s rare, but it’s entertaining, nevertheless. He’s gives off emotional drunk vibes, so he probably cries when he’s drunk. Probably the type of person to call his exes or people he doesn’t talk to anymore if a phone is nearby, so don’t let him get near one (Sounds like a Shitpost Fic Idea... Hmmm...). Like Swan, he will tell all of your fucking secrets, but he doesn’t need to be prompted. Very talkative, will continue to talk shit about any and everyone. Definitely uses secrets against people should he get into any arguments. Could not be designated driver, would cry at a green light.

Rembrandt

Rembrandt is adorable when he’s drunk. He hasn't had much to drink, but that doesn't matter much. Very affectionate, wants to give you a hug, loves your face. This dude thinks everything is really nice and deserving of love. His speech is very slurred; what is the fuck is English? Probably having way too much fun, let him be happy. But like, don't let him have anymore drinks. Don't worry though, he won't fight you much if you can distract him with fun things that aren't drugs. Surprisingly, might not be too bad of a choice as a designated driver.

Cowboy

He's probably had like two shots of something. He seems fine for the moment but the moment he runs to the bathroom is when all of the troubles start. Then he becomes a Trainwreck and a half. He can't hold his alcohol at all, so he purges that shit like Heaven purges damned souls. He starts crying because he's puking and he pukes again because he's crying too much. Any and everything makes him sad. He'll start off crying about how sick he is and in two minutes, he'll be crying about his lost stuffed animal from the first grade and how it was his bestest friend, or perhaps about why grape flavoured things don't actually taste like grape. You name it, he'll cry about it. A dangerous choice for designated driver; y'all will wake up in the fucking woods.

Snow

Snow is good drunk boi. He'll be fine one minute, no out of the ordinary behaviour, no slurred speech, no mood changes. You think that you can vibe with a "drunk" Snow until you turn back and see that he's collapsed into a heap of absolute exhaustion in the middle of the floor. He will not remember this and will immediately go back to being sociable after waking up, but he won't stay awake for any extended period of time. He cannot be the designated driver, as he can and will fall asleep at the wheel.

Vermin

Huhuhuh... Blackout drunk, probably. He gets some serious memory loss. He doesn't know where he is. He's loud at karaoke. He left the house with twenty dollars and now he has forty dollars and he doesn't know if that was gotten through ethical or unethical means. He doesn't know what anybody else is talking about. Swan and Fox keep telling him to get off the bar, but he will not. Has anybody seen his left sock? He's not sure why he woke up behind the meat market, or how he acquired that chicken, especially considering that he has more money now, but he did. Don't trust him if he says he can be your designated driver, he doesn't remember what a car is or how to drive.

Ajax

He loves you and wants to give you chicken nuggies but also hates you and wants to throw a bottle at your face. Very loud. Whose hat is this on his head? Clearly doesn't care about life. If it sounds the least but dangerous, he might do it. Won't stop drinking, has hit on every girl in the club and has gotten positive reactions from like, 60%, the absolute whore. Somebody should stop him before he hooks up with another person. If you let him be your Designated driver, there will be reports about three traffic collisions later that night, all involving the same car.

Cochise

Cochise has started three fights, made out with four different people, made twenty three phone calls using the payphone in the back, and told everyone in the bar that he loves them. He's broken it down on the dancefloor. He's passed in the bathroom after vomiting a bit. He has told secrets, he's laughed and cried. Everything is too loud. Life of the party by all accounts. The bar regulars are excited to see him, the bartenders like the extra money, and the cleaners groan. If your let him be your designated driver, he just might start drag racing on the empty streets. He'll probably set something on fire, and generally being the worst influence on everyone you've ever seen.

#the warriors #the warriors 1979 #cowboy (the warriors)#ajax (the warriors)#vermin (the warriors)#cochise (the warriors)#snow (the warriors)#swan (the warriors)#rembrandt (the warriors)#fox (the warriors)#cleon (the warriors)#headcanons #crack headcanons #kaleny's alignment chart shenanigans #the kalenko's shitpost station

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sincerelyreidburke · 4 years

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Can we hear more about the time nando got in a fight on the ice and got ejected 👀👀👀 and why this upset quinn?? 👀👀👀

Yes, let’s absolutely talk about this. And please do forgive me for the slight delay on this one, as I was getting my thoughts together.

Here’s the original post where I brought this up, in the context of a bunch of reasons Quinn would get mad at Nando. Since apparently “Quinn and Nando fighting or bickering” is a train of thought we’ve been on in the past 24 hours (this post went up yesterday, about their first Actual Big Fight), let’s go down this road now.

TW: on-ice homophobia, implied racism, and general hate. I won’t type out any slurs, of course, but I’ll imply some really shitty things being said by a Bad Guy.

(Ask me anything about the crickets!)

- So a little backstory. We’ve established that Nando is a walking target for some of the ugliest hate hockey culture can spew. Is this his fault? Of course not. Nando should not have to deal with so much awful just for being who he is in the sport he loves. But does this cause him difficulty growing up in the sport and playing in college, despite being unjust? Absolutely, yes.

- The thing about Nando is that while guys on opposing teams (and, pre-Samwell, sometimes his own teammates) won’t hesitate to throw hateful chirps his way, Nando is also a.) not afraid to stand up for himself, and b.) gigantic.

- Look, all I’m saying is, if I were an asshole on an opposing team, I wouldn’t make fun of the biggest guy on the ice. No matter how much my toxic urges were telling me to do so.

- But Nando also doesn’t like always having to be a ‘violent’ player on the ice. He’s a d-man, and an enforcer, and a lot of his retaliation for the hate he gets comes in the form of legal checks, concentration on defending one player, light tousles after whistles, that kind of thing.

- He’s always trying to find the balance between standing up for himself (and people like him who get the same treatment) and getting in trouble for fighting too much. We know Nando’s off-ice personality, and we know he isn’t aggressive in the slightest. On-ice Nando isn’t afraid to get in a scuffle, but he doesn’t like getting in huge fights on the regular.

- The one little confrontation he got in in this fic is pretty demonstrative of how he is on the ice, usually. In that situation, somebody makes a dirty move and trips Touille, and Nando jumps to defend him, then gets in a little tousle with the guy, winds up getting penalized, and is smug when he goes to the box. Nando is generally pretty shameless about fighting when it means he’s standing up for teammates or friends.

- He doesn’t really start fights unprovoked. There’s always a cause.

- Okay, so my point going through all of this is to establish that Nando walks a careful line between standing up for himself and others and trying not to constantly get penalized or thrown out because of the roughing he gets into. I don’t mean roughing in the technical hockey penalty sense of the word; I just mean fighting.

- Anyway. Nando doesn’t get thrown out of games often. Tousling on the ice is a part of hockey, and it has to get really bad for you to get ejected, at least from what I understand about the game. (I’ve never played, but I’ve grown up in some serious hockey country, and I’ve watched my fair share of NHL, college, and youth-level games.) I actually would say that at Samwell, Nando probably doesn’t get ejected more than maybe once before this incident that I’m going to talk about right now.

- It takes a lot for him to get into a fight that’s ejection-level. For the one time it happens prior to this, I think there was likely some kind of really awful racial hate speech being thrown around on the ice, and he just can’t not fight back about that kind of stuff.

- So finally, we reach the incident you actually asked about. This is junior year. It’s once the season has already been going on for a little while, probably one of the last games of fall semester or one of the first of spring semester.

- Quinn is manager. Therefore, he travels with the team and sits on the bench for games. This is notable because this is, although not directly, the cause of the incident.

- I wrote in this Quindo facts post about some little routines they adopt once Quinn becomes manager, and the one I want to bring to your attention now is the little pregame tradition they have where Nando skates over to him on the bench and gets a little kiss. It’s always just a quick peck and a few words of encouragement from Quinn to him, and it’s very very soft. It starts probably around the second or third game of the season, and they just wind up adopting it as a post-warmup pre-puck-drop ritual.

- Why? Look, there are several reasons. First, they love each other. So jot that down. But kissing on the bench, in plain sight of plenty of college-hockey-TV-broadcast cameras and potential NHL scouts and spectators and opposing team members, isn’t just about their own internal relationship. That’s a deliberate and intentional action that they take because they want to make the ice a safe place.

- This is really important to Nando in particular. He grew up fully aware of how hateful hockey can be, and by doing this— kissing his boyfriend in plain sight before every game he plays— he’s making an active statement about himself and about the fact that there is a place for people like him in the game. He’s continuing, in a sense, what Jack and Bitty started.

- But. Of course, this decision comes with its own difficulties.

- I think Quinn is fully conscious, and a little wary, of the fact that being open about his relationship with Nando as he assumes the position of manager will mean that Nando could be targeted on the ice for even more hate than he already gets. Nando is openly gay, but this situation puts his specific relationship a bit more on display, and, well... okay, let’s just say I feel like it would be much easier to target a guy for his gay relationship when his boyfriend is literally sitting twenty feet away on the bench.

- My point is: Nando wouldn’t change his openness about his relationship with Quinn for a second, but it does create another way for opposing teams to jab at him.

- Look, hockey is, as a whole, a really cruel, really toxic sport, with an environment to match. And SMH is the most supportive team Nando could ask for, but that doesn’t mean that when they leave the confines of practice at Faber, everybody else is going to be just as loving and welcoming.

- So they’re at this game. It’s a home game. Nando and Quinn go about their usual pregame business, and some particularly assholish guy on the other team takes note of that.

- Samwell is losing the game. This guy, along with probably a few of his teammates, starts heckling Nando. It starts as just a few comments, and it grows steadily until he sort of ends up cornering him.

- Nando really tries so hard to let most things roll off his shoulders when it comes to the stuff that gets said to him on the ice. There’s so much of it, and he has so much practice just trying to brush it off. But this time is a little different. This time, the guy says something directly about Quinn.

- I don’t actually feel like typing out exactly what the guy says. Just use your imagination. There are a lot of really cruel words you can use, and he uses many of them. The details of the confrontation aren’t something I feel is necessary to lay out here.

- Something about this, combined with the pressure from the fact that they’re losing, and the way the guy is sort of threatening and menacing in the way he speaks, sends Nando over the edge.

- So they get in a fight. It’s your standard hockey fight; it’s just heated enough that they both get thrown out of the game.

- Quinn watches all of this go down from the bench, and the reason he gets mad is because they discussed the fact that Nando wasn’t going to get himself in trouble defending against cruel things said by people who don’t matter.

- That kind of thing gets lost in the heat of the moment. Quinn watches him get sent down the tunnel, and there are a number of things going through his head: one, that he really hopes he’s not injured too badly, and two, that he’s going to chew him out for getting himself in trouble.

- I think they have an argument after the fact — and I wouldn’t count this at all as a big fight but more just a chance for them to weigh their conflicting opinions. Quinn marches right up to him in the locker room and he’s sort of like, Sebastián, what were you thinking? You could be suspended! You know the disciplinary people aren’t going to go easy on you—

- And Nando is like, baby, but if you heard what he said—

- And they go back and forth for a minute, like: I couldn’t just stand there and let him say that shit about you / but Sebastián, you know people are going to be awful about us; why would you let that jeopardize your ability to play? / because I had to stand up for you, baby— / It’s not a matter of standing up for me when it’s putting your own hockey life in danger!

- And basically, the reason Quinn gets not exactly mad at him but more just frustrated is because Nando, who operates with his emotions as the first driver at all times, refuses to regret defending Quinn’s honor on the ice. Quinn really doesn’t understand the full toxicity of hockey culture quite enough to realize why this is so important to Nando.

- This isn’t the kind of argument that lasts a long time. They get it out and then they’re okay; they have a much softer talk after the fact. This is how basically all of their disagreements tend to go.

- But yeah, that’s what happens! Nando is a rough boy on the ice and it scares/concerns Quinn. We love to see it.

I hope this answers your question!

#oc taddies #crickets #nandoooooooo #mini quinny #quindo

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omgpoindexter · 5 years

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i have some dumb thoughts about smh and pet names

who are we kidding bitty is the pet name connoisseur. he’s southern and in love. they’re in every sentence

jack’s rubbish at using them but bitty adores how awkwardly he sometimes fits them in, often in french

chris and caitlin have a thing going on where they have themed pet names. they start with food - honey bun, peaches, fruit loop, sweet potato - and after a while they switch it up. every so often the theme changes

what makes it so funny for them is that a LOT of people think they are being 100% serious. it becomes so much of a habit eventually that they could be, too

their contact names in one another’s phone are just lots of cheesy pet names in a row

nursey uses pet names with pretty much everyone, but they’re always the basics; babe, honey, angel, dear, darling. when he and dex start dating he uses them every other word

nursey calls dex his soulmate ONCE and dex literally drops everything he is holding. he’s so utterly shocked that nursey uses it again - only occasionally though, so it doesn’t lose its effect

there’s a similar effect the first time dex uses a pet name on nursey (completely by accident) but dex is so embarrassed that it takes nursey a lot more prodding to get dex to use them again

WE KNOW I’M A SLUT FOR POLYGLOT NURSEY and he always slips sneaky multilingual pet names in. dex uses google translate a lot but he doesn’t tell nursey because of course he secretly loves it

whenever dex uses a pet name nursey has to force himself not to react too strongly, in case dex gets too embarrassed to use them again

but, somehow, dex manages to say nursey’s actual name seem like a pet name and when dex calls him derek, nursey blushes all the way to his toes

we all know ransom and holster have reclaimed names like bro, dude and bud, and they are now so entirely romantic that other people around them have stopped seeing them as platonic

if somebody says bro to anyone on samwell men’s hockey they automatically assume they’re being hit on

ransom called holster holtzykins once and it stuck, although once somebody who wasn’t ransom tried calling him it and was met with a dead-eyed stare

lardo calls shitty stuff like loser or trash goblin 99% of the time but always with a smile on her face. if she ever calls him by something nice then shitty knows he’s in trouble

shitty is the only one allowed to call her larissa and even that’s a stretch. he introduces her by her full name at lawyer dinner parties and she introduces him as moron at her gallery shows

when tango uses a pet name for whiskey he gets the evil eye like never before, but that look has no effect on tony whatsoever

like, that scary look works on other people, but tango literally just smiles back until whiskey can’t help but smile too (and blush, usually)

so tango just carries on using them from time to time. it’s usually something cute like sunshine or honey but he jokingly calls whiskey bitch once, and it makes whiskey laugh so much that it becomes pretty much a constant

anyway i’m crushing hard right now and i have a lot of Emotions and can somebody call me a pet name right the heck now please and thank you

#kat my love this is for u #yes these are my 3am thoughts!!!!!!#omgcp

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thekingmickey · 4 years

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gotta do everything myself around here smh (lol). "open up" Mickey >:P

@eclipseyeger

Mickey's ears shot straight up along with the fur across his back. He hasn't even thought of his broth... his friend in many many years. Not because of any hostility or ill feelings... but because... well...

"Oswald... was my imaginary friend," He began to speak slowly, "At least- that's how I knew him." He motioned the inquiring person to follow towards a park bench. Then he folded his arms, closed his eyes, and continued.

"Gosh... I couldn't have been older than five or six maybe. Somethin' like that... whelp... my fath- the king had this idea. I'll never understand it- He figured that there wouldn't be an heir to his throne. He wanted his kids to marry into two different kingdoms, ya see, and for some... some reason he thought to separate us. So that if one kingdom fought against another... there wouldn't be any hesitation to overtake the throne. If- if one of us had- had to execute the other-"

He gritted his teeth as the memories started to flood back. Not long after Mickey became King he went back to his father’s old study. Growing up, he was never supposed to enter that room... and after the man died it was difficult to. The only way he was justifying it was because he wanted to find some family heirlooms he wanted to take with him back to Minnie's world... instead he found his father's old diary- and they were filled with the most vile things a father could ever write about his family’s future.

Things like... how he wanted to use his sons to overthrow all of the surrounding kingdoms by force. The details of this plan that was already set in motion during most of his childhood made Mickey sick to his stomach. Not only did it confirm the young King’s fears that his father had been taken by the darkness for most of his life... but it raised questions about other aspects of his life. Questions Mickey never dared to ask... like did his mother really leave them?

He suddenly took a deep breath, realizing he was lost in thought. Of course, he couldn’t help but zone into this quiet spiral whenever this topic got brought up. It would probably help if he searched for the truth.... it would probably help with his own troubles accepting darkness as a positive force... but... he couldn’t. It was bad enough that he learned about his brother... in the worst way imaginable.

"His idea..." He mumbled slowly, "it never came to be. I'm glad it didn't. But... well, I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm not one for stories like this, ya see. A-Anyway... Oswald was probably eight years old when we were separated. I was too young so when he suddenly disappeared, I guess I thought of him as an imaginary friend. I even thought he had some sort of cool power where he could transform himself into anything' he wanted. Like he could take off his tail and turn it into a pirate's hat- can you imagine?"

He chuckled at that thought, "Heh- I used to imagine he was able to do all sorts of things. He was always the coolest, smartest, most ornery fella a five year old could imagine. I used to get in so much trouble and tell the nanny that 'Ozzie made me do it.' She musta thought I was nuts."

He lingered onto those memories. The good ones. Where he and his imaginary friend would play in the garden when he should have been studying. Or sneaking into his father’s war room so that he could watch his dad be the strong hero he wanted to be when he grew up.

But he knew that if he went through those memories, it would only make the next part of the story more difficult to tell. He wasn’t sure why he was telling this story to begin with. Maybe it was nice to have someone ask about his “imaginary friend” ... maybe he didn’t want to have his life go by without somebody else knowing the truth... but for whatever reason that was kept locked deep in the king’s chest, he continued.

“I didn’t meet him again until many many years later... not that I knew it at the time... it was shortly after my banishment. Th- that’s a whole ‘nother story altogether, so I’ll keep it short for now... let’s just say I grew wise to the old king’s ways. How his policies were harmin’ the people... and I confronted him about it... next thing I knew... I was thrown out. I was no longer considered part of the royal family and... it was no longer safe for me to stay in his kingdom. So I ran. Ran as far as I could... until I found a kingdom that accepted me. Well- they didn’t know who I was... and I didn’t want to risk it. But somehow I managed by meetin’ these two fellas who let me stay with ‘em. They later on became two of my closest pals... Goofy and Donald. They was trainin’ to be musketeers for this kingdom’s princess. And next thing I knew- I had a job workin’ with ‘im. That’s where I met...”

His breath hitched, knowing what was coming.

“...That’s where I met a fella named Theo. A fellow recruit that was also aimin’ to be a musketeer. He always wore this scarf- it was red and tattered. Not regulation... but he always fought tooth and nail to keep the thing on at all times. That’s how I noticed him at first. I noticed how he did whatever he wanted without any worries or care. I was envious of that...”

“He was leagues above me and the other newbies, but he took us in his care immediately. He always stepped in to make sure that we were doin’ well with our training... he always dropped by every morning to have a cup of coffee before drills began... and whenever I slipped up and made mistakes that would have fired any other recruit... he always stood up for me.”

A lump formed in his throat as it became more difficult to speak. He didn’t want to cry... not now. Not after how far he has come since those days. It somehow felt like he was disrespecting the memories that way... and he was not about to do that now.

“Well... there came a time when I wanted... to tell him the truth about my past. That I felt like I was abandoning the people I was supposedly born to protect. I wanted to return home. And I wanted to- to make things right. In any way necessary...”

He grew silent. It didn’t seem like it was needed to spell out what he was intending to do at the time. His father was gutting the kingdom of its people and... here the prince was- galavanting around with friends and flirtin’ with princesses. And while he was happy to be surrounded by friends that loved him... he knew it wasn’t right for him to live a carefree life when his people were suffering. And there was only one way that Mickey could think of to save his kingdom...

“Theo was with me all the way- you can imagine that shocked me. All things considered, even speaking to him about this plan I had could have cost me my job. It could have started an all out war between the two kingdoms. It was a stupid- stupid idea-”

It was then when the mouse couldn’t hold back his tears anymore. His next words were soft... almost monotone. Almost as if he was still trying to distance himself from the events that played back all too clearly in his head.

“And he came with me anyway. I- I’ve should have seen it then... but somehow I just... didn’t put two and two together. We... it had to have been a weekend. We rode our horses until we reached the outskirts of the kingdom. The plan was that we’d meet up with the towns folk and stay there until we had enough manpower to storm the castle. It was supposed ta be an easy plan... while Theo lead the people through the gates and distracted the royal army... I was to sneak into my father’s room.”

“But- somethin’ went wrong. It was foolish I suppose... Gosh, I- I honestly believed that the townsfolk would all be supportive of my return. It’s so silly now, but back then... it never crossed my mind that someone would warn the king in advance of my plans. And by the time I found out that we were betrayed... I was running away from some guards. Past the courtyard... and out of the corner of my eye I... I saw Theo.”

The King paused to catch his breath. His hands were shaking as the image flashed so vividly- the old oak tree... the spear... and the perpetually frozen look of absolute terror upon Theo’s face. It was something he would never forget. No matter how many times he repressed it. No matter how many times he tried to bring back memories of his dear friend’s smile... it always morphed into that same disfigured look of a life taken far too soon.

“I tried to go to him- I- He was my friend... he wasn’t supposed to... He had to come with me- That was our plan. H- He had a girl back home. I couldn’t just...”

The mouse felt the words escaping his lips faster than he could think them. He gripped his tail- trying to ground himself... why on earth was he compelled to recall this? Hadn’t he suffered enough after nearly losing Aqua and Ansem? Why was he forcing himself to relive this? These questions pounded against his skull, but as the image of his fallen friend became move vivid- all the mouse could do was go on.

“I... fought through the guards and rushed to his side. They tried to pull me away but I somehow grabbed something from his hand and through some sort of miracle I got away... but I ran without him. There was nothing I could have done... Somehow, by some sort of luck I was able to escape the city. I... still don’t know how many of the townsfolk survived... but all I knew was that... I... ”

He grew suddenly quiet, as if all of the energy was drained out of him. It was too much. It was absolutely too much to continue this story. He knew he was cutting things off short. He knew that the inquisitor wouldn’t be happy without knowing how he eventually got back to the throne- but he didn’t care. It was too much.

But he knew he couldn’t just end it there... he had to do something that showed this person how he found out. How he found out that Theo... had a lot of reasons to look out for him.

So, without a word, he reached deep into his pocket and pulled out a small locket. It didn’t take much for the inquisitor to realize that this was the same object taken from Theo that day. Mickey handed it to them and silently pointed at a small latch that kept the locket shut.

And when the latch was pressed...

One could see a small inscription that read, “Michael Elias and Me”

And behind a small slate of dusty glass, the inquisitor could make out a faded picture of two children. The younger one was a small mouse... and the older one... was a rabbit wearing a red scarf.

#king mickey #mickey mouse #oswald #oswald the lucky rabbit #kingdom hearts #kh #kingdom hearts 3 #disney #kingdom hearts 2 #kingdom hearts drabble

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Chapter Four: The Body

Off rip it’s fucked up that nobody believes Joyce they’re legit making her feel crazy and she is far from crazy. It’s like Joyce’s whole house is a portal to the Upside Down with the way that the Demogorgon keeps popping up. I wonder if it works for every house in Hawkins Joyce got this axe and is in full on I’m gonna kill it and then you’ll believe me mode.

And just like that Mike is back on the El train.

So Jonathan has no questions about his mom sleeping on the couch with an axe in her hands? It’s a good thing that she don’t have prison reflexes fuc around and wake up swinging.

The Feds made it obvious that they were involved when they took over Will’s ‘autopsy’

Steve is having the typical kid reaction ‘man I’m gonna get in much trouble.’ and Nancy’s guilty conscience starts yelling from the rooftops it’s weird for her to react like that his response is typical. What was Nancy scared of in telling Steve that she wanted to check the woods behind his house. What is so unbelievable about Steve not wanting the cops informed about the underage drinking she had no problem leaving out her having sex and leaving Barb alone

I wonder if it was the birthmark that let Joyce know that it wasn’t Will. Leave your mothers ‘anxiety issues’ out of it she’s right and nobody believes her.

‘Shows over’ says the man screaming at his mother walking down the street.

I wonder why Lucas didn’t believe Mike when he said he heard Will singing I’d understand if El said she heard it because he doesn’t trust her but why not Mike.

The parallels between Mike and Joyce in this moment are interesting both of them believing that Will is alive no matter what anybody else says and both of them wanting to bring him home.

Literally all they had to do was get her a baseball cap and some sneakers and don’t let her talk to anybody but noooo they had to go all out but she does clean up pretty good. Hey she was okay with having the door closed I guess knowing that she wouldn’t be locked in made all the difference. 😂😂😂 Dustin and Lucas lookin upside his head in the background is the best their facial expressions are awesome.

I reiterate this winch is not fast enough. Every time they show the gate it gets so much worse it’s growing everyday at this rate it’ll take over Hawkins in a couple of months.

Barb didn’t want to go to the party. Barb didn’t want Nancy giving up her virginity like they talked about in the car. ‘Little miss make sure I don’t do anything stupid’ and Nancy knew that. Again she should’ve just had Barb drop her off and get her back blown out.

The Demogorgon isn’t big enough to be a bear I mean she can’t tell them that it had no face but I’d say it was a creepy man before I said it was a bear. The cops making it seem like Barb ran away over some stupid catty girl shit is irritating and Nancy should’ve told them that she had to pull the best friend card to even get Barb to sneak out now’s the time to stand up for your friend Nancy.

She can Dustin she can indeed I wonder if she’s tried before this moment. Here goes Mr. Clarke with all these damn questions.

Why is Karen so angry about Nancy not telling the cops that they had sex? That isn’t the focus the focus is that Barb is gone. Talking about I’m listening no you’re not you want her to tell you all about Steve and her first time not to the fact that her best friend is missing.

How long was the Demogorgon standing behind Barb? Because if I remember right Jonathan took a picture then his shutter jammed so he was fixing it and then Barb was gone.

Not only are y’all too late but your winch is too slow.

Somebody needs to send this little asshole cryin to his mommy. Damn man even if you don’t like him the kid died as far as you know have some respect. That’s some real nice prancing there mouth breather you got something you wanna tell us? I’ll take El making him piss his pants as a lesson.

I call gate sir this town is tiny I know he knows the Byers don’t have a lot of money. And you thought your mom was crazy nah son. Made a big ass scene in the middle of the street and everything and he never apologized.

Anytime somebody pops buying drinks and starting conversation like Hop is watch your wallet and your 6 because something is up. O’Bannon is learning. Hop is assaulting a trooper for info does this count as an interrogation? Also if he thought O’Bannon was shady or working for the feds why didn’t he think he’d be being watched so he doesn’t go braggin? Who pulls out a gun and points it at a random car he doesn’t know who’s in there?

Joyce is the parent I’d want in this situation she ain’t gave up hope.

‘Papa’ says tell me what he said she plays the audio from inside her head through the speaker on the wall that she wasn’t even plugged into she is crazy powerful

Lucas really was the hardest to impress.

I wonder if it still felt like solid wall cause I would’ve been tryna hack into while I could see Will. I know she can’t because it’s tv but still. Joyce saw the portal close and still chopped a hole in the wall.

Wait what are the boys wheeling El down the hallway in?

Ever wondered how they zoomed into a photo back in the day? 35 mm zoom machine voila The Demogorgons modeling debut.

Knowing that you’re being hunted before it snatches you into the Upside Down seems to make all the difference.

Is this guy a Fed in a Trooper uniform?

I wonder what they made Fake Will out of.

And Lonnie finally comes to town late as hell not to help look for him even after he knew he was missing he only shows after he ‘died’ smh

#stranger things #Stranger Things #StrangerThings1 #Stranger Things Season 1 #Chapter Four #Chapter Four The Body

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NCT as the Mafia + How He Met You

[Monsta X] [BTS] [Shinee] [GOT7] [Seventeen] [Block B]

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A/N: I decided to only do the members who had already debuted and no one under 17 (Jaemin is an exception, his bday is soon 😂) and this still turned out longer than I expected 😂

Lee Taeyong

The leader and founder of the gang, responsible for practically everything and everyone need to report to him whatever they’re doing

Tends to regret his decision to even start this because more and more members join every year and he realized that he will have to take care of them even if he’s dead and can often be seen staring into nothing, thinking about this

Since he’s the one who came up with this ‘genius’ idea, he was caught by the police a number of times practically every time they did any petty crime when they first started out

But now they got so good at this, that they even have bribed officials working in their favour

You both broke into the same building, at the same time and both got arrested ten minutes later. You even ended up in the same cell for 48 hours until someone came and bailed you two out. While you were waiting, you bickered and blamed each other for being the reason the other got caught but since Taeyong already had his gang, it wasn’t long since Taeil came to get him out as opposed to you, who had no one.

“Taeyong, you’re out! But I swear if I catch you again I will put you in for good!” the police officer said.

“Yeah yeah,” he stood up and went to the door before stopping. “Taeil, pay for her as well, we’re taking her with us.”

Moon Taeil

Takes care of the gang’s legal stuff (like money and documents) and hides the illegal

Is the one who gets the others out of trouble and everyone needed his help at some point

Scouts for new members despite Taeyong begging him not to

But they have to fit his high standards

At first he was really against this whole gang thing

But now he’s like the mother of the group

He met you when he came to bail Taeyong out.

“I’m not using our money on her. How do you even know if she will be a valuable asset to the team?”

“She’s going. That’s it,” Taeyong ordered and he didn’t dare argue with him when he’s angry. He kept glaring at you every time he saw you but you exceeded all of his expectations and welp I sense a love triangle

Johnny/Seo Youngho

Finally got into the gang after 9 years of begging proving himself

He has yet to find out what his job really is

Was so happy when they trusted him with a deal, he screwed it up immediately

Before he even joined, he somehow got himself caught in a fight between EXO’s Sehun and Seventeen’s Jeonghan, even though he had practically nothing to do with it and it was mostly Sehun’s fault but that’s for later

While he was waiting in the dungeon to be accepted, he often went to this shooting range to practice but you always beat him and it annoyed him to no end, so one time he made a bet with you, if he gets in (he was boasting to you about the gang) or wins against you, you will have to go on a date with him.

“Well at this point I don’t think you will ever join that gang and I don’t see you ever winning against me either, so why not?” you laughed.

“Watch me,” he smirked, as he was about to tell you he’s in.

Nakamoto Yuta

Like Doyoung he’s an assassin/hitman, except he’s the real deal

He prefers silent weapons, like snipers and often stays in the shadows (something he learned from Ten)

Not everyone can hire him and he only takes very well paid jobs

Despite the things he does, he gets scared very easily by stupid things

Someone set you up and hired both of you to kill each other, hoping neither of you will survive. After chasing, fighting and avoiding you for over a month, someone leaked information to him what’s this all really about and he decided that it would be best to join up and find the one who hired you two. Now his only problem was proving to you that he’s telling the truth and stopping you from shooting him dead. That will be difficult though because once you take a job there’s no going back.

“I have to work even faster. I I just stand around doing nothing she will get to me in a blink on an eye.”

Doyoung/Kim Dongyoung

Very skilled with a wide range of weapons

He mostly joined because he wanted to shoot stuff *cough* people *cough*

You could call him and ‘assassin’ but he likes to show off his skills, so everybody would know that it was him who took care of things

Doesn’t like working with Yuta, their styles are completely different

A fight broke out in a local club and he was searching around the place for any survivors to clean everything once and for all, when he noticed a leg sticking out from under the table. He lifted the tablecloth and saw you sitting there.

“What the hell are you doing here? Did you think you can hid from me?”

“Oh no. I’m not hiding. Quite the opposite! I’m just watching - I mean reading.”

“Really? Reading? In the middle of a shootout?” you just shrugged and he stared at you for a few seconds before dragging you out.

“This is not a place for someone like you, let me help you out of here,” he smirked.

Ten

He works as a spy for the gang and is so good at his job that he’s practically invisible and a lot of the members think he’s either dead or lost or smth because he’s so rarely seen, maybe once in six months or so

Only Taeyong knows what he’s doing at this point

One day Yuta saw him in the headquarters and screamed for two minutes straight because he thought he saw a ghost

“Oh it’s just you... I thought you were lost on that mission two months ago.”

Some days when he’s alone that happens a lot poor baby he wonders: ‘Why don’t we go on missions as a U unit anymore?’; ‘They missed the perfect chance to add me TEN as the tenth member of 127 smh’

He met you completely by accident, when he came back after a few months and somebody though he’s gone for good again and gave you his room. He lifted the covers up, only to see you sleeping in his bed and he was so shocked he stood there still holding the blanket when you still in your sleep took it from him and rolled to the other side.

“Wait... What?” he said, taking it from you again.

“Let me sleep,” you just mumbled.

“Ooh I will let you sleep! For eternity that is, if you don’t explain what you’re doing here!”

Jaehyun/Jung Yoonoh

That local lover boy not really, who talks his way out of and more often then not into trouble

Because of this reason, he strikes the best deals

But tends to say too much and ruin them completely, making everything worse and also starting fights in the process

You accompanied him to one of the deals instead of Johnny and immediately realized he was about to start blabbing shit and stopped him before he could do it.

“Are you sure about that?” you asked, throwing him a glare.

“Yes, I’m sure, could you please stop kicking me under the table?.. Wait, who are you anyway?” he asked you.

“Are you serious?” you stood up and dragged him out of the room to show him who you really are and to shut that pretty mouth of his.

WinWin/Dong Sicheng

One word. Technology.

Need to fix something? He can do it. You need to hack into something? He already did that. A couple of grands from a foreign account? No problem!

Members are lowkey scared of him because he had hacked into their accounts multiple of times and uncovered some embarrassing photos, dirty secrets and so on

Likes to blackmail people with their sensitive information for money

Trying to beat him at online MMO games was bad idea but it was even worse when you actually won. He threw his computer out of the window almost hitting Jaehyung in the head. He soon got another one out from under the table.

“I would rather die but I will never let somebody crush me like that,” he thought, starting to track your location.

Mark Lee

One of the first members to join the gang

Was the youngest at one point and everyone didn’t take him too seriously despite the long ass rides

When he finally got better at socializing, he also got better, actually really really good at investigations/infiltrations/collecting information

Taeyong often sends him out of the city for a job

Hates Donghyuck’s guts lowkey best friends

He met you while working in one of the coffee shops as part of his mission. The moment you walked in, you immediately caught his attention and what other way to get to know you better than to approach you head on.

“A coffee for milday,” he said, putting the cup down on your table.

“I didn’t order any.”

“I know,” he chuckled. “It’s on me.”

You just rolled your eyes and decided to take it. [x]

Huang Renjun

So smol, so soft, protect at all costs

If it wasn’t for Donghyuck he wouldn’t be here

He was like “Hey! There’s this gang and I’m in it, Mark’s in it, you’re in it.”

“Wait what?” he just blinked a few times.

And now he’s here, still a bit lost and not sure what he’s doing exactly

Not yet too enthusiastic about all this

He hasn’t met you yet or rather you haven’t (officially) because he has been hiding. He is very impressed but also afraid of you at the same time. When you try to talk to him, he runs away.

“Why does he run away? Is he scared or something?” you asked Jeno.

“He tells everyone that you have this strong aura around you and he can’t handle the pressure very well,” he shrugged. what does that even mean I have no idea

Lee Jeno

The voice of reason in the gang

Often questions what the hell are they even doing

“How can we call ourselves a gang? We’re not even intimidating”

“You can’t just say we are the mafia because you think it sounds cool”

Helps Taeil keep everyone in check

Secretly enjoys stealing cars and driving around, until he crashes them which happens soon after

He saw you sneaking around, trying to steal from them and casually approached you.

“I’m sorry but who the heck might you be?”

You stood up from the door you were about to pick a lock from and started walking in the opposite direction like nothing happened. He came up to you in quick steps.

“Oh no no no, you don’t get to leave as if everything is okay. Come with me,” he said, trying to drag you inside.

Haechan/Lee Donghyuck

Is very experienced in making explosives because he has been researching them ever since he first saw a war movie

Likes to make a grand entrance when a fight with other gangs break out

Everyone tells him no to because it just draws more attention to them that way but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Thinks almost every person in the gang is a big loser

Except for Mark

He’s the biggest loser of them all

Even when he’s out on a mission, he calls him just to tease him

You walked into the mine field he set up for a test but he didn’t feel like blowing you up since he was in a good mood.

“Don’t move!” he shouted to you.

“I’m just passing by, what’s your problem?”

“I think you have more problems than me,” he said, pointing at the ground. You looked down and noticed a mine below your feet.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“Yes.”

“And? Will you help me or will you just stand there?”

“It depends on what I can get in return...”

Na Jaemin

Despite being the youngest, he for some reason was really persistent to get into the gang

“I’m not taking in a bunch of children, this is not a kindergarten,” Taeyong said as he took him in how is he the leader? he’s too soft smh

Doesn’t talk much and doesn’t share what he’s doing (which brakes the rules btw but who cares)

The others have yet to find out what is the real reason the joined

You found everything that he does suspicious ever since high school, so one day you followed him and saw what he was hiding all this time. He noticed you soon after though. He grabbed you by the arm and sat you down in one of the nearby chairs.

“Now you be quiet and listen to me very carefully, if you ever as much as think about what you saw here...”

“What?” you retorted. “I’m so scared! What happens to me then?”

“You better not find out...”

All in all, NCT is not yet very well coordinated as a gang but they’re getting there 😂

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INTRODUCING,

» francisco lachowski & twenty-two & cismale.「 after checking isabella’s diary, we saw luca rosario show up many times. apparently, he is a fashion photographer that isabella called her mutual friend. she mentions that they can be compassionate yet naive, and our background check says luca has lived here one month. if we move fast, we might catch them at the photo lab. 」

waddup, peeps ?? this tiny bean goes by the name of rue ( she/her ) and i’ll be playing Soft Boy™, luca rosario. he’s pretty much a new faceclaim for me with an old character’s background. however, francisco has recently become my forever Fave, therefore i’m so excited to have the opportunity to play him !! if you would like to hmu for plots / scream about connections all day long, please give this a LIKE and i’ll come wiggling into your ims ( or discord; find me at justrue#2233 ) shortly after. under the cut, you’ll find a brief summary about luca and his life. also all my wcs are listed over HERE if you wanna check that out as well. can’t wait to start interacting !!

+ disclaimer: very slight talks of cancer and mental health are below. read at your discretion.

LAYER ONE: THE STATS.

NAME. luca leonardo rosario. he was born out of wedlock, so he took his mother’s name at birth even though his father’s surname is polish.

ALIAS. people usually just call him by luca but sometimes luke, luki, or leo make an appearance.

TITLE. over time, he has proudly deemed himself an obsessive pizza addict, artistic nutcase, or one of the missing dead poets society members.

NAME MEANING. his true significance of his name means a bringer of light.

AGE. twenty-two years old.

GENDER IDENTITY. cis-male.

PRONOUNS. he/him.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. predominately panromantic demisexual. it isn’t so much so that luca is completely disinterested in sex (he’s got a perfectly good libido, thank you very much), he just doesn’t find himself sexually attracted to people based on physical appearance or initial impressions. instead he finds personality, intellect, and existing emotional attachment considerably more compelling. the idea of intimacy with somebody he’s not close with rather repulses him.

CURRENT RESIDENCE. he currently lives in venice, california but he travels quite often for his job, so residency usually fluctuates depending on how long he stays there.

BIRTHPLACE. san paulo, brazil.

NATIONALITY. brazilian.

ETHNICITY. half portuguese and german on mother side, half polish on father side.

RELIGION. he was raised roman catholic but converted to spiritual agnosticism when he was eighteen. he views that universal ethics and love are far more important than claims about any deity and trivialize the arguments supporting or rejecting such claims. to luca, it doesn’t matter which religion someone might follow, nor does it matter whether or not someone believes in God. what matters is what someone does, not what they believe. he has his parents’ full support in his switch even though the rest of his family practices catholism.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES. portuguese (fluent/main), english (fluent/2nd main), french (still learning but can understand it quite well).

EDUCATION. graduated with the bachelor of fine arts in photography and painting at the school of visual arts in nyc.

PROFESSION. he works as a full-time fashion/commercial photographer. meaning, he works with different agencies such as fashion magazines, building, modeling, landscapes, etc. he’s also usually on location and travels a lot for his career.

LAYER TWO: THE STORY.

- so this is my baby boy, luca rosario and i love him sm ?? he usually goes by luca, but on occasion people call him either luke, luki, or leo. but he doesn’t care what people call him as long as it’s kind.

- luca was born in san paulo, brazil to both loving and supportive parents named jeremi and mariana. he lived there until he was six years old when his family moved to maryland because his parents, who are both marine biologists, were relocated for work.

- his parents had him when they were both young, making his parents both twenty-two when he was born.

- luca was also born out of wedlock, so by the time his parents decided to marry two years later, his parents had already made the decision to give him his mother’s maiden name even though his father’s last name is polish.

- growing up, he had and still does, have a great relationship with his parents. with his childhood consisting nothing more than love and devotion from his parents, luca had nothing to complain about. his parents loved him dearly, whose pure heart and open-mindedness they helped to cultivate. they encouraged luca’s belief in extraordinary things and hoped he had carried it throughout his life growing up. his parents had always made him promise to have courage and be kind to others, for—as they explained to him—kindness has power, and that they would see him through all the trials that life could offer, in life and death.

- cancer/mental illness tw: when he was thirteen, his mother had been diagnosed with cervical cancer. upon hearing the news, luca’s whole world clasped. not only was he at a pivotal stage in his life where everything was changing and becoming more stressful ( becoming a teenager, starting high school, going through puberty ), one of the most important people in his life had be claimed by the deadly disease altogether. so many thoughts and feelings were going through his mind at the time, that he ran himself physically sick and had experienced his first panic attack. he has since been medically diagnosed with panic disorder. thankfully the cells on his mother’s cervix were diagnosed at precancerous stage and the doctors were able to treat it because it developed and spread. however, that didn’t and doesn’t stop luca from being in a constantly state of panic every time his mother so much as feels pain or coughs due to irrelevant reasons. the entire year had changed him and his family for a while.

- he has brother, who is three years younger than him, named tomás. his relationship with his brother, however, is a bit estranged. as much as he loves his brother and wishes they could see eye-to-eye, sometimes they have a tendency to butt heads often. whether that might mean your typical sibling arguments or full-on blown out fights, they just can’t seem to see get along. sometimes people believe they aren’t actually related or that they’re half siblings because when his brother was born, he took their father’s last name.

- most people would describe luca as the benevolent. despite being in a world where there’s hatred and suffering, luca declares himself independent and strong-willed by remaining kind-hearted and self-loving, not allowing the bitterness surrounding his life to overtake him and morph him into someone as cruel as the world seems to be every day. he makes the most of his life by remaining optimistic of the possibilities of a brighter future. but besides that, he’s also witty and sarcastic. he is unafraid to stand up for himself when he feels he’s in the right–or at least, attempt to do so. and although he strives to contain his optimism aura, he can fall into fits of frustration and annoyance quite often.

- he’s also super quiet and shy. he loves to make friends but because of his quiet complex, he usually has trouble speaking up and making his voice heard. he tends to become flustered a lot too when he can’t express his emotions; which he has trouble doing anyway when he’s not flustered.

- luca is capable of enduing tremendous hardship. though he may not handle difficulty in the healthiest or best way, often repressing emotion, he mostly like emerges on the other side. he doesn’t know how to express his emotions in a diplomatic way, but rather fumbles it all up and starts to ramble. rarely opens up because of this.

- to put it plan and simple luca is an art ho. he even went to university for it too ( the audacity of it all smh ). luca always loved anything artistic. even when he was little, he would go around with his disposable camera and take pictures of everything and then take to paper to draw of all the things he had taken pictures of as well.

- he’s like a hippie dippy child of the universe. no joke. no seriously, his place at home is full of sensual shit and art. it’s getting out of hand and somebody needs stop him soon.

- he strongly believes that art is an umbrella term that relates to expressing of oneself ( not just through photography and painting ) and that everyone has the freedom to express themselves however they please. because of his beliefs, he chooses to break gender roles like bread and wears whatever the fuck he wants because yolo.

- his appearance pretty much represents his hippie dippy lifestyle with him wearing all sorts of cute hipster shit. he’s clothes are v flow-y but don’t let that fool you. he doesn’t miss the opportunity to represent his upper-middle class within his style, so he does dress to impress, let me tell you ( he’s a fashion ho too ). his hair color changes sometimes too depending on his mood but it’s generally never too eccentric.

- when he turned seventeen, luca decided he wanted to go to college after high school. so he applied to an arts school in new york and graduated at twenty-one with two degrees in photography and painting.

- for about a year after graduating, he took some time to create his own freelance business while also looking for jobs in the commercial and industrial world of photography. about a three months ago, a fashion agency, settled in california, had contacted him about loving the work he had done in his freelance business and offered him a job as their full-time photographer. of course he accepted the job and moved out to venice, california. he’s been there for a whole month and hasn’t looked back since.

- upon hearing the news of isabella souza’s murder and also being a suspect in the case, luca’s kind of been on edge since. granted, he never knew isabella all that well, considering he met her through a mutual friend of theirs about as long as he’s lived in venice and became rather decent friends because of it. but to know someone killed her, freaks him out. he never met someone who has been a victim of a homicide case before and frankly, he doesn’t know how to act since the news broke.

#vb;intro #procrastination at its finest ‣ 「 out of character 」#this is long and unnecessary i'm a mESS.#please love me dfjdkflds.

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