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blps · 3 years

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Are you having fun?

Pairing: Sakusa x reader

Genre: fluff! (And maybe also stranger to why am I stuck with you to oh nevermind I guess you are nice to hang out with to oh shit I think I caught feelings) anybody got a name for that trope??

Word count: ~2.6k

Summary: Your friend’s crush has four tickets to an amusment park, and so while your friend and her crush pratically abandons you with the none other than Sakusa Kiyomi

a/n: Wow thos is my longest fic, I think Sakusa is a bit ooc in this because of how fast he warms up to you but THIS IS FICTION SO WHO CARES haha ok anyways enjoy!

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You couldn’t believe you agreed to this. Currently in a car, hearing your friend besides you thanking you for tagging along and rambling about her perfect crush, you looked outside the window, thinking about how comfortable your bed was and how you wished you could have stayed in it.

But of course you had to agree to your friend’s offer. The pleading in their eyes made you feel guilty if you said no. She really liked him and you were pretty sure he did too. The both of them were just too shy to initiate the first move. So what could go wrong? Well the fact that you were going to arrive at 8am on a saturday morning was the problem.

And so with your little sleep hours you had, you encourage yourself to do this and make sure that your friend and her crush end up confessing by the end of the day.

One of your worries was the fourth person. Your friend informed you that you wouldn’t be third wheeling, another person would accompany you, wasn’t that wonderful? No. Doing first interactions with a new human being was nonexistent on your list of favourite things to do. Will you and them click off and could enjoy a day together? Or will it be awkward the whole time? What if you both will not get along? So many questions you weren’t so eager to find the answer.

Your friend parked the car, giving you a blinding smile as she got out of the car. You wanted to at least not ruin her first date so you switched your moody morning self to the ‘I totally want to socialise with you’ persona.

As you got out of the car, the sun warmed your skin from the fresh breeze of mornings. You walked behind your friend as you met with what would be the crush and your companion for the rest of the day.

Your partner for the day turned around, and you were just in awe of his beauty. He was tall, more than 6’. His dark hair curled nicely, perfectly framing his face. Well, the partial part you could see anyway as he was wearing a mask. But if that mask didn’t further accentuate his beauty then you didn’t know what else will. As you got closer, two beauty marks were more noticable and that was the last straw. He just took the prize for the most beautiful man effortlessly; it almost made you angry.

He introduced himself with the most soothing voice. You gathered yourself, not wanting to make him uncomfortable as you greeted him properly and his friend. The four of you then entered the amusement park, ready for a day of ups and downs.

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You knew it would end up like this. As soon as your friend and her crush had a map of the place, they immediately left you and Sakusa alone.

It was silent between the two of you. Guess he wasn’t that much of a talker. You took a map for yourself. You were about to ask what he would like to do when his words cut the silence first.

“I’m not riding any roller coasters.”

Well, that was a really good start.

“May I ask why? Who would come to an amusement park and not try at least one rollercoaster?”, you replied.

“I hate germs and if you were aware, the seats are filled with strangers filth”, his eyes clearly judging you,” I’m sure you wouldn’t understand.”

Oh yeah his looks wouldn’t be able to save him now.

“Excuse me? Are you calling me unsanitary?”

“Considering how you touched the rotating metal bars with your bare hands at the entrance, I would agree. Do you even realise how many germs you just touched?”

His look of distaste was the only confirmation that he was in fact, a germaphobe. Great. Who would’ve guessed a germaphobe would be in an amusement park. You really hit the target for the least desirable person to spend a whole day with in your situation.

You sigh as you took your hand sanitiser from your bag and rubbed your hands vigorously, giving him the most infuriating glare you could do.

“Here”, you showed your hands to him,” there now should be 0.01% bacteria, if you don’t want to ride a rollercoaster, fine. At least let’s walk around and look for our friends since you wouldn’t gain more bacteria.”

You turned around, ready to do anything but be alone with the judging look all day. You should at least have a good time when you were forced out of your comfy bed to be here.

With your back turned to him and his face mask on, you wouldn’t have known of that tiny smirk on Sakusa’s lips.

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Your plan didn’t go as well as you expected. You and Mr. Nofun were sitting as far away as you could from a bench. You were even surprised that he sat on it. Your friend ran along with your crush to who knows where and so you weren’t able to find her.

Silence once again ruled in the atmosphere. Only the faint sound of rollercoasters and people screaming were reaching your ears. You have texted your friend to meet up, you couldn’t handle being alone with him anytime longer. Maybe you should leave him. Why should you stay? You were fully capable of having a good time by yourself.

“I didn’t expect you to have a hand sanitizer with you.”

This was not the time.

“Why did you even come if you weren’t going to do anything? There really weren’t any more suitable candidates?”

You were both staring each other down, arguments ready to be unleashed when a new sound reached both of your ears.

The great rumbling of hungry stomachs.

Yours to be more precise.

Burying yourself deep in the ground was a very enticing idea right now, until Sakusa’s stomach joined in on the symphony of hunger.

With few words of agreement, you both went to find something to eat.

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You were both eating, in silence once again. Sakusa finished his bite, and stared at you until your own eyes met his.

“No there weren’t any suitable candidates. No one wanted to spend a day with two lovers at an amusement park. And since I thought I would be alone, I planned to do nothing. I didn’t know you would be here.”

Your temper from earlier calmed down, you finished your bite as you answered back:

“Well fair enough but I still would like to enjoy myself you know? You're not the only one that is forced to be here. I didn’t even get to finnish my dream and next thing I know, I’m out of bed and onto one of the most social places you could be.”

Since his mask was off his face so he could eat, which was both a blessing and a curse, you were able to notice the small smirk forming.

“Well how about you do what you would like? Don’t bother about the others, enjoy your day.”

Well, maybe he wouldn’t be a pain after all.

“You have something stuck between your teeth.”

You spoke too soon.

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Aside from his comments, it was actually going pretty well. You had participated in some mini activities and won some prizes. You had gained stuffed animals, a balloon, and more unnecessary gadgets. You wanted to at least try the haunted house but Sakusa refused to go in it.

You were currently in a ferris wheel for a little break, devouring a pink cotton candy while your now tolerable partner was doing his best in trying not to touch the metal security bar.

You let out a chuckle, the both of you arriving at the top.

“I’ll let you use my hand sanitizer. Just hold it if you want to feel secure”, your soft chuckle making his eyebrows furrow.

“It doesn’t work that way”

“Here take this”, you handed him your cotton candy as you searched your bag for your gloves,” here I had these gloves since we would stay to watch the fireworks and it would be pretty chilly at night.”

His eyes reflected surprise as you took your cotton candy back and handed him the gloves. You continued admiring the view and eating the sugar, oblivious to the man besides you who wanted to calm his heartbeat and the pink blossoming coloring his cheeks.

When you were back on the ground and walking around. You spotted one of your favourite activities yet so far. The prize was a living fish and you were just so excited to win one you grabbed Sakusa’s sleeve and dragged him eagerly to the stand.

Time flew by as well as your money. Your wallet couldn’t withstand another round. You just couldn’t beat the game and win the fish. Adding on to that, you felt Sakusa’s annoyance from your back facing him. He was probably tired of holding your stuff.

You accepted your defeat, ready to go, until you felt his presence besides you. His arm extended, cash on his hand.

“Another round please.” The host prepared the booth once again, happy with his earnings. Meanwhile, you prepared to not disappoint Sakusa, mentally forcing yourself to not screw this up. You looked over him, about to thank him. However, he only gave you your stuff back.

“You are so bad at this, let me just show you how it’s done”, his gentle eyes were locked with your surprised ones. It was different from the usual judgemental and disgusted look he had.

Before you knew it, he was facing you again, but this time, he held a plastic bag with a bright small orange fish swimming around.

“Shall we continue, the others are probably searching for us as well.” He kept on walking, not bothering to check if you were following him. Snapping out of your shocked state, you quickly catched up to him, thinking how to thank him.

“Um.. thanks, for winning the fish for me, I-“

“Oh I think you misunderstood,” he smirked, giving you a teasing look, “I won this fish. So I will be keeping it.”

Irritation washed over you. But before you could respond, your name was called out in the crowd. You saw your friend jogging towards you, hand in hand with her crush. At least this day was going well for one of you.

“I’m so glad we found you! We went to the randez-vous point you sent by text but you weren’t there-” She hugged you tight before whispering in your ear, “I’m sorry I didn’t see the text sooner,” before pulling away.

“We were going to our last roller coaster, if you guys want to join us. It’s getting dark anyways, better not be separated again.”

You glanced over at Sakusa, wondering if he was ok doing at least one. He reluctantly agreed, but made an effort nonetheless.

You were walking with your friend, a little behind the others so your conversation wouldn’t be heard.

“I hope you are at least enjoying yourself”, your friend looked at you with concerned eyes, waiting and searching for signs that you would like to leave, “I had a really good time so I wouldn’t mind if you would like to leave, I can drive you home.” You knew that if you felt uncomfortable in any way, she wouldn’t hesitate to take you home safely. However, you didn’t need to go home yet, you could continue a bit.

You considered it. You really did. What was keeping you from leaving? Even if Sakusa was a pain, you somewhat enjoyed his company. No. That couldn’t be it. It must be something else. You convinced yourself that it must be the fireworks.

Ignoring your feelings, you reassured your friend that you were fine. You would enjoy the rest of the day for yourself, not letting anything, or anyone for that matter, to ruin it.

The four of you finally arrived at your final destination. Turns out that no feelings will be ignored. The roller coaster was a lover's tunnel. Guess who’s your partner.

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It was awkward. You and Sakusa were side by side on the swan shaped boat, not a word travelled between the two of you.

You were alone in the tunnel, the smooth warm lighting meant for couples not helping. If the situation couldn’t get more embarrassing, romantic music started to play and the both of you went stiff.

That was it. Better bicker about something else than being silent. Your heart beated frantically against your chest, a miracle it hasn’t bolted out and left you. You turned your face to face Sakusa, noticing the faint pink on his ears.

“So will you keep the fish?” You shouldn’t have talked, maybe it made matters worse. In this situation, perhaps it was better to keep silent and never speak of it again. But even if that was the case, you shouldn’t make a big deal out of it right?

You were certain you held no feelings for Sakusa. He was mean, teasing, insufferable, never having fun, a germ freak and handsome. Wait no, none of that attractiveness, when someone has an undesirable personality, they appear uglier. But was he really that unattractive or were you trying to convince yourself that even the idea of liking him was impossible.

“I won it. Of course I’ll keep it”, he mumbled behind his mask. The atmosphere was falling once again in silence, besides the music playing.

You dug into your mind to find a new conversation. Or not. Maybe it was his way of wanting zero conversation. You hated this. Your mind was in total chaos and your heart was not stopping anytime soon, it only seemed to increase.

“I haven’t yet chosen a name though. If you want to help that is,” he was still averting his eyes, not completely facing your direction.

The rest of the ride continued with various propositions of names for the fish. And every single one of them ended either with a flat out ��no’ or a mocking comment.

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The sun was already setting, the night sky was ruling above as you sat besides Sakusa and your friend. You were waiting for the fireworks to begin, the final activity of the day. Finally this day seemed to stretch out forever. You were almost at your limit, the hours of sleep you skipped catching up on you.

Even at that, you couldn’t ignore that little sting in your heart at the realisation that this was probably the last day you would spend with Sakusa. He wasn’t the perfect choice, but he stayed by your side and let you have fun. The teasing was a bit annoying, but you enjoyed the insignificant bicker. Maybe if you had more time would you warm up to him. You wanted to continue spending time with him.

Your doubts were invading your mind. Perhaps Sakusa didn’t want to see you again. After all he was mean to you from the start. Did he enjoy your company? He did follow your lead all day. If he didn’t like you, wouldn’t he just go his seperate way?

“Did you have fun?” His question surprised you. You were captivated by his eyes. They didn’t hold the usual teasing look he gave you. You couldn’t quite decipher it, but they held something different this time. But you agreed. You did have fun today.

You knew he was smiling behind his mask. He looked like he wanted to say something,but your moment was interrupted by the loud noises in the sky.

In all but a few moments, Sakusa felt a weight drop on his shoulder. He stiffened, glancing down at your sleeping form. He was surprised you could sleep with all that noise. Your features were peaceful with the colored light illuminating your face.

He let you sleep, not wanting to disrupt your slumber. He had to admit to himself, he did have fun today too.

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You woke up in your bed, your mind still urging you to continue to sleep. However you were distracted by the text you received from an unknown number. An image attached to it of an aquarium and a familiar looking fish in it.

Unknown number

We still haven’t found a name

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a/n: Thank you so much for reading until the end!

#haikyuu x reader #sakusa x reader #sakusa fluff #haikyuu fluff

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gausses · 2 years

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so i was tagged by @laudnaum and i just woke up from a 2h nap, hoookay let’s go ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

name: Lu

age: 27

height: 1.69m i think?

where do you call home? middle of nowhere in southern lower saxony

any tattoos or piercings? 4 in my ears, little kiwi on my right arm, a skull with a snake on my right upper thigh and a ...sleeve on my left arm. there was very much no concept behind it so its kinda patchworky. love the raven in the middle of it tho. and a bee on my left hand. all bw except the skull

last song you listened to? I was cleaning my flat earlier and i love dancing to upbeat/embarassing pop music during it so it was “I feel good” by Pitbull... but before that i listened to KIZ “Lecken im Puff” (why yes my music taste is garbage)

last movie you watched? aftermath i think it was called? it was boring i turned it off half way.

last book/fanfic you read? currently reading Stephen King’s The Dead Zone

do you collect anything? plants. weird/embroidered pictures.

morning person/night owl? depends on the time of year, currently very much a night owl but as soon as summer hits im gonna be up and at it at 5am. catch me in the gym at 6am running my 5km

optimist/pessimist/realist? eet is what eet is-st ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

a quote you live by? idk, i’ve learnt in the past year that it’s better to be yourself than a well-liked person that you cant stand. also you should always give everything a try, even if it’s just to find out you hate it.

introvert/extrovert/ambivert? ambivert very much

do you believe in the afterlife? i wish i did

a weird or fun fact about yourself? idk i feel like im such an open book? im oversharing most of the time so i will just ramble a bit here abt stuff, enjoy: I have no taste, my mother will tell me that a lot. and other people told me that- i get it, i dress weird sometimes but it makes me happy. i still love patterns with animals on them, no not leo print. i mean; give me actual leopards on the shirt. after 5 years i had to retire my bird rain jacket (picture) but found one with dogs on it (picture). Older women love this jacket, i got some compliments for it. one time i was i was in line for the register in edeka and the lady behind me asked me where i got it bc she has the same dogs that are on there. love it! And I can finally deadlift my own body weight! cant wait to wear spagehtti straps in summer bc my upper body/shoulders look so good. very happy with my fitness journey considering i had to lay low for 4 months and still struggle with my foot on some days. dont shatter your foot bones children. lastly; i started playing the guitar and its so much fun. but i havent had any lessons this year bc of miss rona and currently not the time to look for a new teacher; nor the money to go to an actual music school. so im just playing the same 5 songs over and over. my darkest secret? I started listening to country music to find songs to play/practice and i love it so much in a completly unironic way. Mason Ramsey’s “Before I knew it” SLAPS and i will fight you over it. yee haw!

if you could have coffee with someone, dead or alive, who would it be? im having a really bad crush on someone and im probably going to see them again in a few weeks but it would be nice to see them sooner aaahhhh. also any of my mutuals reading this, idk im not very talkative and always nervous but uh yeah- i have normal coffee, decaf and far too much tea. so uhm mh im tagging??? @davinciae, @sorrel-ly and @anakinskvwalkcr if y’all want to maybe, i thought this was fun but no pressure (○｀ 3′○)

anyway now i have to go back to my rheology exercises ┗( T﹏T )┛

#THANK YOU LUCE :*#yeah this is very long so a read more.... i ramble #also im so mad i just found the bird jacket on ebay #i love my dog jacket but the birds are *chefkiss*#i shouldnt... or should i?... no... i have a rain jacket.... AAAAAHHHH #lu labert

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fandom-blackhole · 3 years

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Now that I have time and some motivation let's get down to business.

Paz also has tattoos for you,

One of your name in mando'a,

Second of the star constellation that you spotted on your trip, we love our wiccan king,

He'd 10000% be the guy to get his child's birth date tattooed,

Paz posting his precious doggo on instagram?,

Oh or Paz starting a culinary YouTube channel???,

And also showing his of the grid lifestyle?,

showing his animal rescue and promoting adoptions!,

He is buffy, handsome, funny, loves children and animals, dresses good and is the best chef, so there are many fanboys and fangirls in his comments thirsting over him,

When the comments asking if he is single get too overwhelming, he asks you to tune in for some vlogs,

You'd definitely film a mukbang video!!,

And also these crazy spicy noodle challenges,

Boba accidentally disliking all of Paz' videos?? (we are still onto tech-grandpa Boba? 😂),

You have to make sure that he doesn't post any pictures done by his hand,

He'd retweet funny clips of cats and cute pictures from Jango Investigation company's official profile,

Also him leaving embarrassing comments on your profile?

Or not knowing that there is function to dm you on instagram,

So he comments on your recent holiday trip picture ''you looked good in this swimsuit princess, shame on me I tore it apart'' or ''looking tempting babygirl, be ready, sir will be home soon'',

Din doesn't really care for sm?,

Like he used to be a casual user,

But one day people were flooding his comments and dms, spamming him with @pascalisapunk,

He noticed that you were watching youtube kids with Grogu,

(oh now I hope you will know what is going on) Grogu really likes watching cocomelon,

So Din tricked him to watching PewDiePie instead,

You don't like it tho, thinking these videos are too edgy and stupid for both of them,

''Din you've watched too many of these videos and you became a brain-rotten himbo I don't want the same to happen to our son!'',

Din and Grogu playing Minecraft together? 🥺,

Also Paz has the best town in Animal crossing for sure!,

Surprise, surprise Boba actually likes and knows how to(!!!) play Mafia game (well it's from 2002 so maybe that's why lol),

But he is the king of board games,

Especially Monopoly!!!

Also not to mention cars games,

He made you play strip poker with him 😳,

Paz and you doing a baby shower at his restaurant!!,

Imagine big daddy bear Paz with a little babygirl 😍😍😍, (Bummer that we don't have an official name for the Armorer, could be honored by Paz naming his baby after her 😭),

Grogu telling his friends at school that his daddy is also an actor lol,

Few days later bunch of 5 year olds are asking him if this is the way to the restroom, if he can bring in some hot chocolate, and doing the baby yoda batuu sound at him lol,

Poor Din, but he secretly loves it, he just loves children,

So imagine his combustion when you tell him that you are having a little Djarin 😍,

Paz helping with babyshower??,

And Boba is totally on buying you a new, bigger apartment as a gift lol,

''What, Djarin? Can't have my little nephew and favorite sister-in-law who is pregnant living in your excuse of an apartament'' lol Boba has no chill,

Grogu gets addicted to bubble tea,

And it isn't because of your introduction, you knew better not to let him drink too often,

But everyday, after coming back from the kindergarten Din and Grogu would stop by your favorite bubble tea shop,

Grogu totally wants a little brother!,

And Din is thinking about a little babygirl or better, why not both, or even better two little boys and a little girl and Grogu being their big bro 😍,

You better be ready for some intensive wrestling sessions,

You and Din have no idea why, but lately, he seems to cum A LOT MORE,

When Boba carries out the tradition you are pregnant,

Pregnant with twin boys,

And the look identical, like they were literally cloned 😉,

Boba wouldn't throw a huge babyshower,

He is too afraid after the incident involving you and the rival syndicate,

Actually Boba decided that you should move from the downtown, to live in a more low-key area,

So you are now living in a palace 😉 in the suburbs

Boba gets you a private driver and a bodyguard,

But most of the time he tries to drive you to work since you both have offices in the downtown area,

Your daily commute can get really pleasurable for both of you 😳,

Boba has his own shooting range lol, king of extra right?

One day when you were babysitting Grogu at your place you found out that Boba was teaching the kid about shooting,

You were furious,

''C'mon princess, haven't I told you about me and my father? He showed me how to use a gun when I was even younger than Grogu'',

Srsly, this man,

Giving him a death glare you take Grogu and treat him for some bubble tea

-🐣

Oh yeeesss let's get to business....

Paz's tattoos 😭😭😭 so cute (kind of reminds me of my dad, he has all of our names)

Paz totally has an Instagram dedicated to Ad'ika

Paz being thirsted after on his YouTube is so cute

But his followers also really ship the two of you, because you both are just couple goals

Paz makes you the cutest anniversary video and posts it to his YouTube

Paz is a total gamer, he absolutely loves Animal Crossing and he makes a whole section of his town dedicated to you

Paz throws the absolute cutest baby shower and anyone and everyone is invited

You both decide to wait until after the baby is born to find out the gender, and Paz has a raffle going on at the restaurant where people can guess the gender

Armorer = Amira? Amara? Andromeda??

He makes you both cute matching sweaters for your characters

Paz is the one that introduced Grogu to minecraft

Boba cause so much havoc on social media

He totally is leaving thirst comments under your pictures on Instagram not realizing everyone else can see them too

You have a Instagram set up for Fennec too because she is just so photogenic, at least when you take the pictures

I think Boba is actually pretty proficient at using Twitter, and its more or less because he uses it to stalk people 9/10

You have a tumblr where you tease and make fun of Boba, mostly posting quotes or the silly pictures that Boba takes

Boba totally dominates at any board game, but especially Monopoly

That game of strip poker did not last long at all, and you think Boba quite literally was hiding aces up his sleeves

Boba makes sure you are always thoroughly satisfied before he drops you off at work every morning

When Boba finds out you're pregnant he celebrates, and its huge

He starts going all out buying anything and everything he can/wants

When he finds out its twin boys he is over the moon

Names for the boys, Jango and Jaster? Rex and Cody??

Boba totally buys some big house outside of town, that has anything and everything you could ever ask for

It also has a panic room and state of the art safety because Boba isn't taking chances with you or the boys

Also, bringing the babysitting saga to the modern au 😭😭

You walk in on Boba handing Grogu a gun and you flip out, yelling at him

He just shrugs and you take Grogu away and say that your kids WILL N O T learn how to do any of that stuff until they are atleast teenagers

Boba pouts because you ruined his and Grogu's bonding time

When Din comes to pick up Grogu, Grogu looks him in the eye and says "cocksucker"

Din has a heart attack and Boba laughs as you yell at him asking where he heard that

Grogu says that he heard uncle Boba say it while on the phone

Din tries to follow Paz’s recipes from his YouTube, and it always turns out badly and you have to come in and save it

Din totally loves Pewdiepie's humor

Din gets frustrated with social media and ends up just making an empty account so he can follow you and watch videos, but after the whole Pedro Pascal disaster he never posts anything

Grogu and you are his profile picture though

When Grogu goes around telling the kids at school he is the mandalorian he just sighs

And when all of the kids start quoting the show, he just starts quoting them back so they will stop bothering him

When Din announced the pregnancy Paz got so excited to have another nephew/niece

Paz lets Din hold the baby shower at the restaurant and he makes all of the food, including little gender reveal cake pops

Paz gifts the two of you a photo album at has pictures of the two of you and grogu, but it is still half empty so you can add more memories of your expanding family

Boba just hands Din house keys a day says the place is paid off and he's covering the bills for the first year (he also had a nice play set built in the backyard for Grogu)

#🐣 anon #modern au #din djarin x reader #din x reader #boba fett x reader #boba x reader #paz vizsla x reader #paz x reader

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the-second-tonks · 3 years

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I was wondering if I could request something for the game where you describe people's lives with the avengers!

I'm generally pretty empathetic and kind but a little awkward at showing people how much I care. I like science and history. Whenever I play d&d I play as a ranger (basically a fighter who likes trees and animals). I tend to procrastinate dealing with my emotions and usually keep them to myself to not burden anyone else with them. My favorite Marvel characters are Peter Parker and Bruce Banner. Some negatives about me are that I forget to take care of myself, pretend nothing is bothering me even if something is, and I have no self esteem. Some positives are that I care about even small creatures like birds and squirrels and bugs, I've been told I have a huge heart even if sometimes I feel like I'm being selfish (I'm generally not a very selfish person tho). I like having a small group of close friends who do anything for eachother. I've been called the dad friend. I'm the type of friend to take the fall for something you did. I would 100% sneak a pet dog into the avengers compound. I'm a Pisces Aries cusp although I don't really believe in zodiac signs so I do know what that means. Le gasp, I am Hufflepuff. On quizzes my secondary house is usually tied between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. I never have a hidden agenda or motive and I usually wear my heart on my sleeve. I'm a bit shy and awkward at first but then I become energetic and friendly and goofy. I've been told I'm chaotic good and can't take anything seriously. Lasty I tend to ask questions first punch later and I hate violence so it's always a last resort. Don't know how helpful this is but I tend to steal tall peoples jackets

Thank you so much and I'm so happy to your blog grow, your content is amazing and you deserve it.

Hi hi friend ! Yep ofcourse you can ! Aww thank you 🥰 .

Coming back to your ship .. thank you for participating !

Your power is

An Animal Witch !

Oh . My . God. I literally gave you this power because it's suits you a lot . You care about nature , animals , makes you an animal witch . This power allows you to talk to animals , they'll like you from the very beginning and feel safe around you . You'll also have a power of governing over them to maintain peace and security . But , this power also permits you to transform into the wished animal whenever you want . You can transform from the smallest animal as rabbit to the biggest as a giraffe , all you need to have is their permission (ofcourse you'll have it!) . You will be the most unique and strange addition to the team . They'll respect you for your love for animals , a lot .

Your life with the Avengers

Your backstory . You would be a girl from another world. A world where there are different types of witches , you being an animal witch . You'll live in the village where an animal witch should live , often interacting with the creatures there (which aren't found on Earth) . But one day , an animal from the Earth will sneak it . An order in your world to kill each and everything that comes from the 'destructive'(you all thought the people are your enemies due to some ancient history and myths) Earth should be killed immediately . But your love for the cute dog was too much to kill . Okay , your world never had an animal called dog , but you had studied about them being one of the most common creatures on Earth . Before someone could catch you with the dog , you sneaked out with the dog for a new adventure . Turns out the dog was Peter Parker's pet . You meet Peter and he introduces you to the world until you both open up about your powers . Him being Spiderman and you being a witch . You both would be amazed and so would be MJ who had eavesdropped . Your trio was the only friends , soon to be bestfriend who'd do anything for each other. But , your world comes to know about it and so , you literally run away with Peter , MJ covering you both . You stay under the protection of the Avengers (yes you sneaked a dog in too ) and to return their favour , you decide to participate in the infinity war with Peter. Finally , from following Peter Parker despite Tony's orders into the strange flying machine to ending up fighting beside Bruce-in the big suit , you kept glancing at your father figure Bruce to make sure he was safe . Suddenly , you did feel as if something went wrong and whosh , people started vanishing away . You couldn't take it . Returning back and coming to know how Peter's last words were 'i love Y/N' , you returned back to your world . There , everything wasnt alright too . Half of the village was empty . Determined to bring everything back , you return with an amazing plan after five years , bringing everything back to normal after fighting with Thanos himself . But before you could return in your world again, Peter asked you to marry him .

Your bestfriend would be

Michelle Jones / MJ

"Hey ! No no no ! You're not coming with me " you spoke , despite knowing the fact that MJ was following you still. "Actually I'm coming" she spoke shortly . You stopped sneaking . You wanted MJ to be safe . You wanted her to stay back while you checked out who was downstairs . But MJ wouldn't give up . She kept blabbering about how selfless you were being , but you felt selfish for taking her down . "You're not dragging me down ! It's me who's coming behind you . It's my choice !" MJ tried to convince you . You nodded a bit before literally pushing her into the nearest room and closing(locking) the door quietly . Slowly going down the stairs , you wished that the person wasn't a thief or something. Picking up the rod standing on the support of the nearby wall of the staircase , you got ready on question-first-attack-later mode . Slowly but steadily you walked down and were about to turn on the lights when you saw a figure dancing outside the door (main door) through the window . Squinting your eyes , you noticed it was MJ . "How the heck did she escape?!" You wondered to yourself . Though , you smiled at how she was sticking up with you . Slowly opening the door , with sweat rolling down your forehead , you let her in . She immediately took action by turning on the light . You and MJ groaned to see Peter stuffing his mouth with some biscuits that were your all common favourite . "PETER !" you and MJ launched yourself at the biscuits .

Your s/o would be

Peter Parker !

"hey , baby ! Where are you going ?" You asked the dog , who had been your companion in the new world for a few days . Munching on the julibu(a sandwich in your world) , you stared at the dog who was being impatient for a while . It was sniffing all the time. According to what you remembered about a dog , it could mean it found something that smelled- , your thoughts were cut off by a voice . The voice was very excited and worried at the same time . Turning around to see the voice's owner , you see a boy around your age , hair slicked . He was wearing a strange thing around his back(a bag) and a blue t-shirt over a shirt . He came running towards the dog , and you thought he was about to hurt the dog . Standing in between him and the dog , you realised that the grip of the boy's shoes was quite low , causing him to almost bumped your nose with his . You still stood your ground and spoke "You , won't be able to hurt this dog . Get it ?" . Even though, you were awkwardly staring st him just like he did , you still acted brave . He spoke , stuttering , his eyes constantly roaming around your face because he found it beautiful "i-i , actually .. no- I mean- . It's my pet . My dog . Why would- I like- hurt it?" He managed to speak . You smiled a bit but then got upset , speaking "it's , like your uh pet , then- why was it like- roaming around.. lost ?" And then, Peter was the boy's name, who started explaining you everything . And , you didn't realise when you changed from a shy awkward girl to a funny and goofy girl in front of him and when , your relationship changed from 'friends' to 'married' ...

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jowritesthingss · 4 years

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Un-Convention-al

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairing(s): Logince (Logic | Logan + Creativity | Roman)

Rating: Teen (for swearing and Remus being Remus)

Content Warning(s): some swearing, a couple of typical Remus-like comments (nothing too bad here tho), food

Length: 3,679 words

Brief Summary: Soulmate September, day one! While at a convention, Roman ponders his rather unconventional soulmark. And maybe, just maybe...he might find the person whose name is encoded onto his arm.

TS Masterlist + AO3 Links

“Heyy, Spock!”

Roman rolled his eyes as his brother raced over to a black-haired, pointy-eared cosplayer. This had to be the stupidest thing he had ever done, and this wasn’t the first time Remus had dragged him into weird shit, so that was really saying something.

Watching as Remus spoke excitedly with the dude, Roman couldn’t help but wonder why he had allowed his brother to drag him to one of his nerd convention thingies. The only acceptable thing about this was that this Captain James T. Kirk character was obviously exactly like him, so even if he was acting as some geeky TV show character, at least it was a valorous protagonist, he supposed.

Roman tapped his foot impatiently, looking around the hotel lobby at all of the booths advertising anime and mango and cartoons and whatnot. Yeah, yeah, he was supposed to be supportive of his brother and whatnot after everything, but couldn’t he have held off the supporting thing until tomorrow, at least? Roman could’ve—should’ve—been across town, meeting that famous soulmate linguist guy that was in town, but nooo.

Remus snagged the cosplayer by the wrist and dragged him over, grinning madly underneath his facial prosthetics. Which, of course Remus had to choose one of the weird characters to cosplay—what was his name? Wolf? Wharf? “You two match! We gotta get a picture!”

“Very well.” Sighing and rolling his eyes, Roman acquiesced, moving over to the poor kid. He slung one terra-cotta arm around the kid’s shoulder, striking up a pose. Best to let Remus have and do what he wanted without fighting too too much; then maybe he’d get tired sooner and they could leave sooner.

Remus backed up, bringing out his phone to take the picture. “All right, say tribble!” Remus called to them.”

“Say what?” Roman puzzled, while the cosplayer said, “That is highly nonsensical and—”

The flash of the camera interrupted them both.

“Fuck yeah,” Remus enthused. He looked appraisingly between Roman and the other cosplayer, and nope, Roman did not like that look one bit. Remus always got that look when he was up to no good. “Say, Spocksie,” he drawled, “if you’re not meeting up with anyone, wanna hang with us today?”

“I could’t possibly intrude in such a manner,” Spock tried to politely decline, weakly attempting to disentangle himself from Roman.

Wait but no, that was actually a good idea for once. If this guy stuck around with them, Roman wouldn’t have to deal with Remus on his own. He could share in the shame.

“Oh, but I insist!” Roman said quickly, tightening his hold ever so slightly. He winked, hoping his stunning self could win over the nerd. “As your captain, I command you,” he joked. Wait, uh. Kirk was Spock’s captain, right? Gosh, there were too many Star Trek series to keep track of. How did Remus do it?

“I...very well, if you insist,” the cosplayer said carefully. “If you truly do not mind.”

“Of course we don’t mind!” Roman let go of the guy to splay a hand across his yellow-clad chest. “I’m sure you’ll love the chance to bask in my glorious presence.”

Spock turned to look at Remus, who was practically vibrating with energy. “Tell, me, is he in character or is he always like this?” He raised an eyebrow. “I do not recall Captain Kirk being so...self-absorbed.”

Roman squawked as beside him Remus howled with laughter, and maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

---

To retaliate for the whole “self-absorbed” comment, Roman sentenced the Spock cosplayer to sitting in a panel for an hour with Remus, while Roman aimlessly played on his phone outside the auditorium, thankful that they only had two tickets and that the rest of the tickets had sold out before they got there.

Judging from the smile on the kid’s face as he and Remus walked out of the door, debating amongst each other, he realized that sitting in a stuffy, crowded fandom panel was probably paradise for a nerd, not a punishment. Ah, well. At least he’d had time to try looking up some new online translators, even if he’d had no luck actually translating what he’d been trying to translate for five years now.

As he stood to meet the two, Roman’s right hand slipped over to his left wrist, where it slipped under the sleeve of his sleeved yellow command shirt and unconsciously began rubbing at the characters tattooed across his skin.

Soulmates were something that everyone had, and without fail, the name of your soulmate appeared on your wrist at thirteen, so there was nothing to be confused about there. And there were so many different languages and writing systems out there that having a name written in a different language or in different characters wasn’t out-of-the-ordinary, either.

What was out-of-the-ordinary, however, was that nobody could decipher the characters written across Roman’s arm.

Five years since he turned thirteen, five years since those weird-looking letters appeared on his wrist—five years of family and friends and schoolmates and teachers and even linguists gaping at them, five years of not being able to figure out what they said, what name and secret they held.

And who knows? Maybe if Roman had gone to meet that linguist instead, today could’ve been the day he finally figured it out.

But no, that wasn’t Remus’ fault. Remus had planned on this con for over a year now. He couldn’t take his frustration out on Remus.

“Did you have fun, nerds?” he asked as he strode up to them.

“I got to ask about pon farr.” Remus grinned leeringly, and Roman wasn’t exactly sure what he was talking about, but he was fairly certain that he didn’t want to know. “And Spocky-wocky here totally nerded out about Klingon.”

“Oh. Uh. Excellent,” Roman said jerkily. Did he want to know what that was, either?

His grumbling stomach made the decision that no, he most decidedly did not. At least, not for the moment.

“Why don’t we find something to eat?” Roman asked the two. “I don’t know about you two, but I myself am famished.”

Remus immediately turned and flounced away from the two of them. “Sounds dee-lightful to me, broski. I saw this stand selling astronaut food!”

Roman and the cosplayer—Roman really would have to ask his name at some point, he couldn’t just keep calling them “Spock”—hurried after Remus, and soon enough, the three were eating (more like gagging on) freeze-dried ice cream, animatedly discussing Kirk and some gal Uhura who apparently had been part of the first interracial kiss on television (“Could be gayer,” Roman said. “Could be gayer,” Remus agreed, staring mournfully at the empty packet in his hand. He had been the only one to actually enjoy the space food.)

The conversation had moved to Kirk and Spock, Remus adamantly insisting that the two had been more than friends and coworkers. He and the Spock cosplayer had a rather lively debate over it—none of which Roman understood in the slightest, so he let himself get distracted. He couldn’t help but wonder what the cosplayer would look like beneath the cosplay. The guy’s bright eyes were mighty pretty while he argued with Remus.

Mid-sentence, Remus’ eyes drifted over to Roman, and he looked away, hoping his staring hadn’t been caught. He wasn’t one to look at people that weren’t his soulmate—all the same, when you didn’t know what your soulmate’s name was, it was quite hard not to. If Remus got any ideas, though, Roman was doomed.

Sure enough, That Look appeared in Remus’ mischievous brown eyes, and he abruptly interrupted the debate to announce that he was going to go buy some more food, racing off before either Roman or the Spock cosplayer could respond.

Roman and the cosplayer instinctively turned to exchange a glance with each other, then Roman quickly looked away, flushing. Now he’d realized that the dude was kinda attractive for a nerd, he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Great.

“So,” Roman said awkwardly in an attempt to break the awkward silence between the two. He fought the urge to run a hand through his hair, reminding him that Remus’ soulmate would murder him if he messed up the borrowed blond wig.

“So,” the Spock agreed. He paused before continuing, glancing between Roman and Remus. “The two of you are...friends? Boyfriends?”

“Ew. Oh, god, no.” Roman gagged. “Ew ew ew.” He looked across the floor at his brother, standing in line to buy some odd foreign candy or something. “He’s my brother.”

Spock nodded sagely, staring as Remus paid for a handful of...something. “Your brother?”

Roman watched Remus shove the entire handful of candy in his mouth, gagging. “...He’s adopted.”

Roman caught Remus’ eye from across the room, and Remus grinned at him, his deep brown cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk as chunks of something slipped out of his mouth.

“Very adopted,” Roman emphasized.

The cosplayer let out a light chuckle, and oh, that was a nice sound. “You’re clearly out of your depth here. You are a good brother for indulging him in this.”

“I...suppose,” Roman said slowly, tamping down on the sudden rush of guilt over having wanted so badly to leave the convention. “So, do you have any siblings?”

The Spock nodded. “I have a younger brother of my own. Unfortunately, he lives across the country with our mother, so he could not come today.”

“Oh.” Roman blinked. Oh, shit. Had he just brought up a sore subject? Shit. “I’m sorry.”

“It is quite all right,” the cosplayer said mildly. “When we graduate, we have plans to attend the same university, and we see each other enough on holidays.”

“That’s good! That’s good,” Roman said. Oh, by Zeus’ thunderbolt, why were his attempts at maintaining conversation so miserable today? Usually he was so good at this.

Across the floor, Remus seemed quite content eating on his own, not coming back to the two of them standing so awkwardly together. He couldn’t rely on Remus to figure out some dorky topic to talk about.

Finally, grasping at straws, Roman lowered himself to asking about nerdstuffs. “So what was that thing Remus you were talking about during the panel? Cling wrap?”

The cosplayer looked mildly affronted, and dammit, if Roman fucked up again—

“Are you referring to Klingon?” he asked, cocking his head slightly to the side.

“Yeah! That!” Roman rushed out. “What’s that?”

The Spock gazed at him in wonderment. “You truly know nothing about Star Trek, do you.”

Roman shrugged helplessly.

“Klingon is a species of alien, alongside a language,” the cosplayer said, moving his hand up to his face and jerking it away at the last second. “Apologies, I forgot that I was wearing contacts for this cosplay.” He cleared his throat. “Your brother is cosplaying as one of the few Klingon characters, Worf. The Klingons are portrayed largely as bloodthirsty antagonists throughout the series.”

“Ah.” So that was why Remus had chosen to be one of them.

“Personally, I myself am more fascinated in their language than I am anything else,” the Spock explained. “They actually hired a linguist to create an entire language and alphabet for the series. Klingon is one of the most widely-spoken fictitious languages.”

Wait. Roman frowned, confused. “People speak fictitious languages?”

“Well, yes, of course,” the cosplayer said evenly. “All language is made-up, and besides, it is logical that dedicated fans would pick up some throughout the television shows. I myself speak a bit.”

Roman snorted. “What do ya know.” Maybe that’s something he would have to add on his list of language to look up—he had almost exhausted dead languages and alphabets, might as well see if his stupid soulmark matched a fake language. It wasn’t like it could hurt anything; he wasn’t going to find them regardless.

“Aw, you’re not making out?” Remus was back, standing in front of them once more.

“I—no, of course not!” Roman blustered.

“Why ever would you think—” the cosplayer stammered at the same time.

Remus grinned widely at them, flashing a pearly white, seemingly threatening smile.

“Wow! Would you look at the time!” Roman exclaimed loudly, not looking at all at the time. “Why don’t we go and look at some of the booths and tables, Commander Spock!” He grabbed the other cosplayer’s hand and rushed the two of them away as a snickering Remus followed from a distance.

As the trio navigated the crowds of people and tables of merch, Roman ignored the fluttery feeling in his stomach and the childish glee over how the cosplayer had yet to pull his hand out of Roman’s.

---

Before Roman knew it, the end of the day had reached them, and they were ushered out alongside other convention-goers. The rest of the day had passed much more quickly than he had expected, with someone else to share his grief over Remus being Remus, and good hour or two he had completely forgotten why he’d been sulking about going in the first place.

Roman, Remus, and the cosplayer that Roman still hadn’t gotten the name of lingered on the sidewalk outside of the Marriott. There was no real reason for them to stay, but despite the Spock cosplayer’s nerdiness, Roman had discovered a shared interest in Broadway and analyzing Disney, and he almost wanted to ask for the guy’s number, awkward and embarrassing as it was.

But Remus thankfully beat him to the punch. “Say, Jabberspocky, can I get your number? My brother over there is too boring, so he never likes to talk about nerd things. I could use more cute geeks in my life!”

The Spock nodded. “That would be amenable,” he agreed. “It has been most invigorating to discuss the intricacies of the Star Trek universe with you.” The cosplayer swung around to look at Roman, looking almost...nervous? “Would you like to exchange numbers as well? You are a worthy debate opponent when it comes to Disney media.”

“Oh.” That was a compliment, right? Well, Roman was taking it as a compliment. He preened. “Of course! It would be an honor! ...For you, of course.” He grinned jokingly.

The cosplayer rolled his eyes good-naturedly, fishing his phone out of his back pocket, unlocking it, and handing it to Roman. “If you wouldn’t mind filling out your contact information, please.”

“Most certainly!” Roman pulled out his own phone and tossed it at the Spock cosplayer, who just barely caught it with his fingertips. Aw, cute, the nerd was clumsy. He focused in on the phone in his hands, typing in his name and his phone number. “There we go.”

When the cosplayer took his phone back, he glimpsed briefly at their contacts in his phone, then glanced away.

He froze.

Baffled, Roman watched as the cosplayer’s wide eyes retrained themselves down on the cell phone screen.

“Is...is everything all right?” Roman asked, feeling a spark of worry. Did they somehow know each other from elsewhere? Had he or Remus done or said something in the past?

“Oh, my,” the cosplayer said in a slightly-strangled voice. “We...I never asked what your names are, did I?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Roman mock-bowed. “Roman Sanders, at your service.” He gestured over at his brother, grinning. “And that oaf is Remus.”

“Oh, my,” the cosplayer repeated, breathless. He looked almost anxiously up at Roman. “My name is Logan Lehrer.”

Roman smiled reassuringly. “A most lovely name!”

“Is it....” The Spock cosplayer—no, Logan—hesitated. “Is it, by any chance, a familiar name?”

Furrowing his brow slightly, Roman pondered it. “...I don’t believe so,” he said at long last. “Why? Do we know each other from elementary school, or middle school, perhaps?”

“No, I just—” Logan sucked in a breath. He fiddled with the hem of his blue science shirt. “May I—” he said haltingly. “May I see your wrist?”

“My wrist?” Roman tilted his head, bewildered. He held out his right wrist. “Why?”

“No, no, I mean your—here.” Logan reached out a shaky hand, gently grasping at Roman’s left wrist. And—oh.

Oh.

Roman held his breath as Logan slowly tugged back his sleeve. There was no way—was there? Or...maybe?

Logan stared at the white symbols etched across Roman’s tannish brown skin. The five symbols, Roman now realized. Five symbols, five letters...just like Logan’s name, maybe?

Then Logan began to laugh.

Roman blinked. He had only known the guy for, like, six hours, max, but the quiet, reserved nerd he had seen so far did not seem like the type to burst into mad fits of laughter.

“Are—are you all right?” Roman asked, totally lost. What was happening here?”

“Oh my—” Logan wheezed, and Roman now was genuinely concerned. Should he call an ambulance? Should he go back inside and find the medics they had at the event?

“Whatever is going on that’s so funny?” Roman questioned.

Trying and failing to speak through the chuckles running through his body, Logan rolled up the sleeve of his shirt and practically shoved his wrist in Roman’s face, still trembling from laughter and nearly whacking him in the face.

“Oi—” Roman prepared to snap, mildly offended, but the name written across Logan’s wrist caught the words in his throat.

Roman.

Sweet Sif, Roman was Logan’s soulmate. That meant—

That meant Logan was Roman’s soulmate. That mean that, whatever language it was written in, Logan’s name was written on his arm. Logan’s. Logan.

“It’s,” Logan wiped a tear of mirth from the corner of his eye, straightening up and slowly composing himself again. “Th-that is my name on your wrist, Roman.”

“It is?” he heard himself say dumbly, as if from a distance away, still not sure that this was really happening.

“It is,” Logan confirmed. He carefully lifted Roman’s wrist to his face and traced the characters with a thin fingertip.

Roman bit back a whimper. Oh, god, he never wanted Logan to stop touching him. Hell if that sounded inappropriate.

“This is my name,” Logan said, struggling to maintain a straight face, “in Klingon.”

Roman was silent for a good minute, processing this information, until finally he realized, “Wait, Klingon? Like, that made-up alien nerd language?”

Logan’s cool facade cracked, and he grinned down at Roman’s wrist, cheeks a rosy red. “Indeed, it is ‘that made-up alien nerd language’ Klingon.”

“Why the hell...?” Roman wondered, bemused.

“I am afraid that I have no idea,” Logan informed him, still scrutinizing Roman’s wrist. “There have been records of soulmate names being written in Ancient Greek and the like before, but I don’t think anyone has recorded any in Klingon before.”

Roman could have puzzled over this for ages more, but as it finally occurred to him, this was his soulmate standing in front of him. Shouldn’t he do something about that?

Wriggling his left wrist out of Logan’s loose grasp, he cupped the other teen’s face gently in his hands. Logan’s pale whitish green makeup was coming off in his hands, and the two of them no doubt looked ridiculous from an outsider’s perspective, but he found that it didn’t matter to him in the moment.

“I must say,” Roman said quietly. “While unexpected, this is most certainly not an unwelcome development.” A suave grin danced its way across his face. “I’ve been eyeing you all day, cutie.”

Logan’s breath puffed out softly against Roman’s face. “I....” The loquacious cosplayer seemed lost for words again as he pressed closer. “I—”

“Oh, go get a room already!” a warbly voice interrupted them.

Roman and Logan sprang apart, their cheeks heating up equally in embarrassment.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Remus grumped. “I’m still here.” After a moment, though, he brightened. “Oh, wait! This means you two can go on double dates with me and Janus and we can make out and embarrass you!”

“Please, do not,” Roman groaned, He reached out for Logan once more, reveling in the tiny squeak he let out, and he buried his face in Logan’s hair. “You ruin everything, asshole.” It was a playful jab, though; without Remus there to drag him to the convention, he might not have ever even met Logan.

So it had been a good thing after all that Roman had gone with Remus to this geeky convention thing, instead of to hear that linguist’s lecture. All the linguists in the world couldn’t have helped him beyond deciphering the words on his wrist. All the linguists in the world couldn’t have quite literally grabbed his soulmate by the arm and dragged him over, like Remus did.

“Thank god!” Remus realized, gleeful. “This means you’ll finally stop complaining about being lonely forever!”

“We’re soulmates,” Logan realized, sluggish. “We—I have your name on my wrist. You have my name on your wrist.”

“Oh my god,” Roman realized, dismayed. “This means I have a nerd language stuck on my arm for the rest of my life!”

Although, if it meant being with Logan for the rest of his life...perhaps a permanent nerd tattoo was a small price to pay.

Roman untangled himself from Logan and pulled away, biting back a grin when Logan instinctively chased after him. “Wanna come get milkshakes with us?”

“That would be satisfactory.” Logan nodded his assent. “However, we might want to take off our cosplays first.”

“Nah,” Roman dismissed. As a theatre kid he’d been to plenty of Steak ’n Shakes in full stage makeup, and he was pretty sure all the local Cookouts knew his order by heart at this point. “That’s part of the fun!”

Roman reached out and grasped Logan’s hand in his own, pulling him with as Remus began honest-to-god skipping to the car. The three broke into easy banter about the best milkshake flavors, and this time Roman couldn’t hold back the grin as Logan passionately decried the practice of dipping fries in shakes.

A small price to pay, indeed.

Fin

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Day one of @tsshipmonth2020 ’s Soulmate September! I’m almost an hour late in my time zone, but hey! It’s still September first in Alaska, so this totally counts as on time! ...Right?

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eeriefeelingsat3amuwu · 4 years

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Oc’s

Nina Heath

Skin tone: dark

Eye color: blue

Hair: curly, dark brown with a blue ombre

Height: 158cm

Weight: 90kg

Age: 23

Gender: nonbinary

Sexuality: bisexual

Details: vitiligo on their left shoulder/right hip/stomach/back/over the left eye, eyebrow piercing, nose ring, lip ring, ears pierced all the way up, sleeve tattoos on both arms, tattoos all over their body (thighs, ankles, torso, back, calves,...)

Personality: confident, chaotic good, gremlin, dumb but kinda smart, loyal, would kill for their friends, would kill their friends, angry, smol and chubby, disastrous bisexual, scary, yell-a-lot, bunnies!, strong, caring

Hobbies: baking, crocheting, arguing, painting nails, reading (but their head hurts), cuddling, kissing, calming their girlfriend down, Fighting with people who hurt their friends/girlfriend (is totaly the embodiment of:

Nina: You made Sophia cry!

Tray: Sophia always cries!

Sophia, crying: That’s not true...)

Hates: dysphoria, homophobes, transphobes, Karens, birds, tall people who make fun of them, their glasses (but their head hurts if they don’t wear them), contacts (but their head hurts if they don’t wear them), headaches

Job: baker

Sophia Georgening

Skin tone: caramel

Eye color: green

Hair: really messy,straight (unlike her), bob cut with a triangle undercut at the back if her head, ginger

Height: 186cm

Weight: 78kg

Age: 24

Gender: cis woman

Sexuality: lesbian

Details: freckles all over her face and shoulders, bushy eyebrows with an eyebrow cut in the left one, tongue piercing, tattoo of a Phoenix on her back between the shoulder blades, Nina and a heart tattooed on her right bicep, ripped (seriously, she’s buff, she has abs, biceps, triceps, she could crush a melon with her thighs, the CaLvEs,...), wears her hair tied up in a messy bun almost 90% of the time, vegetarian and whenever she eats a product that came from an Animal like milk or an egg, she apologizes to said animal

Personality: calm, thoughtful, lawful good, a TrEe, loving, caring, silent, secretly anxious, strict, tidy, colected, extremely smart but almost never shows it, a bottom, sensitive, crybaby

Hobbies: blacksmithing, archery (but she never shoots at living targets and cries when she needs to shoot at plastic animals), working out, running, kickboxing (even tho she apologizes to her oponent afterwards), helping people out, petting animals, kissing, cuddling

Hates: sad movies, Animal cruelty, mean people, social interactions (but she’s good at hiding it), not much else, she thinks that everyone deserves another chance and that all people have some good in them

Job: works in a flower shop, part time blacksmith/gym trainer

Tray Black

Skin tone: light

Eye color: yellow

Hair: short, bright blue

Height: 175cm

Weight: 69kg

Age: 20

Gender: genderflux (using all pronouns, mostly they/them, so they’ll be refered to as such while description is going on)

Sexuality: asexual panromantic

Details: nose ring (changes up every day), extravagant earrings, sleeve tattoo on their right arm, a snake tattooed around their left thigh, colorful/black clothing (they either look like a neon paint bomb or as a black hole), they rarely bind but pack rather often (bottom dysphoria is worse then the top one), a lot of rings and bracelets (you always know when they’re near since you hear clanking), hats, always wearing earphones

Personality: they’re really extra in every way, chill, sarcastic, funny, flegmatic, pesimistic, both love and hate attention, very competitive, potterhead but hates JK, totaly a Slytherin (and not just because of the snakes), a bit arrogant, very good leader, very very smart, good at arguments (seriously, you so don’t want to get into an argument with them, they’ll obliterate you)

Hobbies: singing, drums, gaming, playing the guitar, sketching people/sceneries, reading (mostly sci-fi/fantasy), dying hair, combining jewelry with clothes, listening to music, taking care of their pet sneks

Hates: shoping, overplayed pop songs, dogs, teeth, the summer (it’s too damn hot for them), homophobes/transphobes, J.K. Rowling, terfs, politics (the people)

Job: part time at Nina’s bakery, studying politology and sociology, in the school band

Connor Wearings

Skin tone: lightly tanned (not as pale as Tray but not as dark as Sophia)

Eye color: heterochromia - left eye is green, right eye is grey

Hair: curly, short, hazelnut brown

Height: 168cm

Weight: 64kg

Age: 21

Gender: demiboy (using he/him pronouns but not quite cis)

Sexuality: asexual, aromantic

Details: freckles. everywhere., always smiling (he’s got dimples), dressed freely (skirts, dress, pants, blouses, shirts, heels, crop tops, hoodies,...), he’s really comfortable in his body and yet he’s not fully comfortable with all that comes with it, smol bean, the cutest little pout, ALWAYS covered in paint, fingers are pernamently covered in bandaids, wears a bandana to hold his hair back while working

Personality: he’s a total sweetheart, kind, helpful, outgoing, happy-go-lucky, loving, caring, funny, always laughing/smiling, really hard to piss him off, really easy to make him upset (another embodiement of ‘he always cries), ‘Maybe I can drink my problems away’ *opens capri-sun*, dog lover, puppy-like personality, loyal

Hobbies: drawing, cooking, baking, petting animals, fluffy things!, crocheting, sewing, painting, dressing up, making tea, helping his friends, hugging, holding hands, platonic relationships

Hates: arguments, people who make fun of someone, rude people, loud music, the dark, the cold, octopuses, dark colors, unfinished jobs

Job: studying art, psychology and doing a baking course at the moment (very productive and capable), working a part-time at a convinience store and a daycare centre (the kids love him)

Abram Hayze

Skin tone: dark

Eye color: hazelnut

Hair: deep brown, curly and fluffy

Height: 197cm

Weight: 78kg

Age: 19

Gender: agender - e/em/eir/emself pronouns

Sexuality: pansexual, demiromantic

Details: e has a lot of moles all over eir body, mostly presents androgynous, yet sometimes likes to present feminine, had very unaccepting parents so whenever e is forced to go to a more profesional setting or to meet with older people, e presents masculine even though e hates it, very proud of eir hair, love to play with them when e’s nervous and try new hairstyles all the time, e never dyes it tho, piercings on both ears, piercing under the lip, piercing in the bellybutton

Personality: e is really calm, likes to think and be alone, yet also loves to spend time with eir friends, smiling a lot, always there when someone needs em, really perceptive and no one really knows how e does it, but e seems to know about a lot of stuff that other people don’t (it’s just the fact that e is very trustworthy and so a lot of people let their guard down around em), e is also really into debates, but not the political ones like Tray, eir partner, but rather ones about books, headcannons and interests, e is also really sneaky and likes to play tricks and pranks on people, especially confusing them with the food that e eats, e is chaotic good

Habbies: reading, hiding around places and letting emself be found in the most ridiculous positions, putting stuff on the top shelves when e is hanging out with eir friends (the short ones), sitting in strange places where no one knows how e got in, sleeping

Hates: homophobes/transphobes, people with no sense of humor, long waits, queues, places with a lot of people, the dark

Job: studying psychology, working part-time in a hairdressing shop

Tenzin Arish

Skin tone: slightly tanned

Eye color: purple

Hair: deep black, short (one side is totaly buzzed and the other is a bit longer) the ends are bleached and dyed (purple, blue, green, pink) depending on their mood

Height: 164cm

Weight: 58kg

Age: 22

Gender: nonbinary (xe/ xeir/ xem)

Sexuality: queer

Details: xe are really skinny and fairly androgynous, no one actually knows what xeir biological sex is and xe aren’t gonna tell anyone anytime soon, xe present androgynously, yet sometimes xe like to present masc/fem, depending on the day, xe love xeir hair and that’s why xe dye them so often, if xe don’t like the color, it can even change daily

Personality: sarcasm and irony are the two languages xe speak in, xe like coffee and practicaly live off of it, no one ever saw xem sleep, xe are always online and always awake when someone knocks on xeir door at any time (so xeir friends know that when they need a friend, xe will be awake whenever they decide to come there), xe love helping people with their mental problems yet xe never try to solve xeir own, the only other language xe speak is memes

Hobbies: taking care of stray animals, helping people out (whether it’s an old lady who needs to cross the street or a protestor who needs protection from the rubber bullets/tear gas), protesting, breaking down gender boundaries, educating people on the LGBTQ+ history, history itself, archeology, xe love caves and everything that has to do with geology

Hates: homophobes/transphobes, terfs, anyone who’s stupidly using history (especially against the LGBTQ+ comunity), plants (xe have alergies), flowers (xe think it’s overated)

Job: part-time job in a museum, studying history and geology

Okay, so I hope you enjoy...this? Please inform me if my autocorrect misgendered one of my sweethearts, I proofread it but one can never be so sure. To be clear: all of them hate transphobes/homophobes, racists, terfs, neon*zis, Tr*mp supporters and everyone else who is somehow harming people or disrespecting their rights, I just really didn’t have the willpower to write everything of this down in every Single one of the hate columns because that would mean I have to think about it and that would do me no good, because I really didn’t want to have a mental breakdown while writing about my oc’s. That’ll be all, thanks for comming to my TED talk.

Tags: @exhaustedauthor @definietlynotsatan @detroit-become-snail @nyamafriend and @ anyone who wants to read this. Bye!

#my oc’s #luv them #no misgendering!#(or at least I hope so)#i am looking 👁👁#i don’t know how to tag this #sorry

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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Match up! (~˘▾˘)~

Hi again…can I get an Ikevamp match-up? I got curious on who I would end up with tbh😅😅😅

About myself…I never lose a temper, I am extremely shy and quiet, it’s extremely difficult for me to trust new people. I am around 5'9 feet tall, above shoulder length messy brown hair tied into a ponytail; I would be mistaken for a boy if I let my hair down. I wouldn’t even notice if they mistook me for a boy until someone addresses me as one😅😅😅. I look intimidating at first sight because 1.)I am silent most of the time, I look cold and aloof, I never smile, and 2.) I can be blunt without noticing + my difficulty of showing emotions would make them think I’m judging their soul *yikes…whoops?😅😅😅*. That intimidates most people and when in reality when I am the one who feels more intimidated by them. 😅😅

Once I warm up, I have this side that only my family and close friends know. I get along well with anybody; I won’t judge people for their race, beliefs, personality, religion, and all. It doesn’t exist here when I befriend them 😊. I have this weird sense of humor that can turn dark and morbid without noticing… 😅😅 I am like a child at Christmas when it comes to new art supplies, baking, and cooking new recipes; I love sharing it with my family and friends. I can compare my strength to a guy and I can carry heavy things without a problem😅… I love to play the guitar and I used to play the piano when I was younger and I missed playing it. I’m extremely rusty after not practicing for 7 years now😥. I can still read music notes, and it will take longer for me to navigate the piano if I play it. I mostly draw and paint right now tho…

I’m not a fan of wearing girly clothes, and I would rather stick to wearing good ol’ shirts, polo (long/short sleeves), pants, and hoodies style. I avoid drinking alcohol because I easily get tipsy; I’d turn into a loud drunk after a few sips. My friends would often keep me away from who knows what they’re reading and watching stuff… Told me that they don’t want me to taint my innocent eyes and soul or something like that…I never cuss even if I’m used to hearing my classmates swear like a sailor. The first time my friends hear me accidentally swear, they look at me in horror and demanded me to know where I got that word🤣🤣

I don’t like loud and crowded places, I would feel dizzy and suffocated if I stayed there for too long. There will be times on where I’m nowhere to be found since I would look for an isolated place somewhere around the corner for me to hide whenever I want to draw or paint. I am not really confident of my skills in drawing; I have a bad habit of hiding those from my family *which annoys them*. I have another bad habit of being stubborn whenever I got sick, and I wouldn’t even let anyone know I am unwell because I do not want anyone to worry about me. But when someone noticed, I would admit that I am sick. *I would go to school even when sick so I can finish my school works because, whenever I miss a class, there will always be some of them who would deliberately not tell me that I missed something in class so…i learned the hard way.😅* …

I easily get startled by sudden noises if I let my guard down: objects making a loud sound when they drop. I don’t know how to deal with physical affections and would probably get stiff and flustered. I’m not used to guys hugging me cuz would go stiff whenever a guy hugs me *I love hugs and all but… I’m not used to being hugged by guys… 🙁* I’m a bit of a disaster-prone whenever I’m outside, and would accidentally hit my head on lower tree branches and lower places, sometimes I would accidentally sprain my ankle on the uneven ground *if someone made me wear heels especially if it’s stilettos*. 😅😅😅

Yay: I love my coffee with a ridiculous amount of milk and with less sugar; baking, cooking, sweets, drawing, painting, digital art, music, cats, dogs, pokemon, Manga, anime.

Nay: I despise certain types of vegetables that are bitter and slimy. My face would shrivel up seeing those kinds of vegetables. Animal cruelty is a big no-no for me; I normally don’t get angry, and I forgive people within a blink of an eye *that annoys my family a lot😅* but, I will make an exception for that.

I can control my own anger, that no one can tell I am fuming.

If it’s ok with you…😅😅😅 Took me a long time to figure out how to send a more detailed one. 😂😂 I think that’s enough spilling tmi about myself… Whoopsie…😅😅 🦊🐱🦊🐱

Hi hi love! ❤🌻Thank you so much for the request! I had so much fun writing this up for ya and i hope you enjoy it dear! ❤🦊Also i hope you are keeping safe and well and have a super good day!🐇❤ Also sooooorrrry for taking 2 billion years with this! hehe so without further ado........... @xarexraven

So I match you with…………… Theo

The first time you met everyone, you were so quiet and reserved hiding behind Comte. They took one look at you and instantly thought, “oooh great another male guest.” You were wearing a hoodie and jeans and your hair tie keeping your hair in a ponytail, had just snapped as you walked through the door. Comte gave you a gentle push to introduce yourself, and one look at your intimidating face, had the entire household believing that they had another tsundere in their midst.

During dinner, you had hardly noticed that they all thought you were a boy. The residents all started retiring to their rooms after dessert, when Sebastian handed you a final cup of coffee, “Here you are sir.” Your eyes widened, and you started up at Sebastian in confusion, too shy to correct him/ That is when Comte who was still sitting beside you gave your head a gentle pat, “Sebastian it is quite rude to mistake our precious guest for a boy, especially one who is beautiful.” Both you and Sebastian were left blushing at the comment, that’s when Vincent, who was the only other resident still at the table, spoke up. “I have to agree with Comte, it is not nice to call someone so pretty, a boy.” The resident angel beamed up at you, while Sebastian apologised profusely, and through it all, the only thing you could think was, “man, this is awkward.”

The next morning after Comte explained the whole, everyone in this mansion is a vampire thing, you wandered around the mansion aimlessly. Well, that is until Napoleon came across you and grabbed your hand, dragging you to the dining room, where a feast of sugary goodness laid wait. He told you that he had made way too many pancakes and that they needed help finishing them. No one in the mansion had seen you smile yet, but at the sight of the giant stack of sugary pancakes, you couldn’t help but beam. Vincent had spotted you and flagged you over to sit next to him. “Oi knaap, don’t go hog all the pancakes, save some of the rest of us will you,” Theo loudly exclaimed as you loaded up your plate to a stack of pancakes almost as high and his. At the sound of Theo calling you a boy, Vincent narrowed his eyes at Theo and started scolding his younger brother for being so rude. Theo stared at you in disbelief but with your hair now in a pony tail he simply shrugged and gave you a new nickname “Hondjie”. With the misunderstanding finally cleared up once and for all, you made quick work of polishing off the stack of pancakes with the three men.

After lunch Vincent gave Theo a detailed list of art supplies that he needed, and at the mention of art supplies your ears perked up. Your eyes gleamed in excitement, and your cold, aloof exterior changed to one of an excited child on Christmas morning. Your cheeks were starting to hurt, that had been a record of two smiles in one day. Although even though your smiling felt weird to you, to the three me it was the most beautiful sight. Theo took notice of your enthusiasm and in his typical indifferent voice, asked if you wanted to come along for the ride. You without a second thought nodded, you basically radiated excitement as you went upstairs to put on some shoes and get a jacket. You met Theo out in the foyer, and soon the two of you made your way to the art supply store.

Comte had told you that you were free to break the bank and buy anything and everything your heart desired, on the condition that he would be able to see your first piece of art created with the new supplies.

You were so excited at the thought of new art supplies and being able to continue your passion for art, even though you were stuck in the past, that you let your guard down a little with Theo. He asked you in his usual blunt way, why you were dressed like a boy and not wearing skirts and dresses like other women. You told him that you were most comfortable wearing pants and hoodies. The way your eyes were beaming, low key reminded him of his precious brother, and he found himself low key drawn to your pure, innocent energy.

The two of you spent hours and hours picking out the perfect supplies, you were low key shook at Theo’s knowledge about art and supplies. He actually helped you pick out the best supplies for your personal drawing and painting style. After spending hours in the art shop. The two of you made your way to the waiting carriage, when Theo spotted an ice cream store, his eyes lit up at the thought of sweets. When you saw how excited he was, you suggested that the two of you investigate the shop before heading back.

For the first time in Theo van Gogh whole existence, a woman had paid for him. He was sitting across from you in the ice cream parlour while you were happily eating away at your sugary treat, still trying to process it all. You had paid as a token of thanks for him helping you pick out the best art supplies. What shocked him even more was during argument about the bill you legit gave him a deadpan look and bluntly said that you were ganna treat him no matter what. After that comment you legit left him blushing and speechless, you truly were a strange woman.

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments when you finally decided to break the ice. You curiously asked why it was that he knew so much about art, and that’s when he revealed that he was an art dealer. And so the rest of the afternoon was spent chatting about art, paintings, drawings and your mutual passion and appreciation for the trade. To say Theo was pleasantly surprised by you would be an understatement, his first impression of you was now so laughable compared to the person sitting before him. The first time he saw you, he thought you an aloof, little boy who seemed to judge him down to the very depths of his soul. Yet as he got to know you, he had come to realise that there was much more to you.

In the weeks to follow you seemed to surprise Theo more and more. The first thing that had this boy sister shook was your inhuman strength. One day as you were helping Isaac sorts out the library. The two of you had managed to fill up 2 huge boxes of junk and clutter that could be stored in the mansions attic. Isaac lifted one of the boxes and determined that it was too heavy for the both of you, so he went to call Theo or Leo who would have an easier job with doing the heavy lifting. As Theo rounded to the corner to help move the boxes, he almost rammed straight into you. “Oi hondjie, you are going to hurt yourself let me take…” As he took the box from your hands, his face started going red, and a vein in his neck started popping out. The box you had been carrying was obviously almost too heavy for him to carry, he turned around swiftly and started walking up the attic stairs. It took you no time to catch up to him carrying another heavy box of your own. At this point you could see a bead of sweat roll down his face. Theo was determined to carry this box up, there was no way he was going to be shown up by a girl, especially one that he liked. He finally made it to the top of the attic and place the box down with a huff, you had to laugh at the small blush that was still on his cheeks.

Just then out of the corner of your eye, an old piano caught your attention. Theo eyed you curiously still recovering from the blow to his ego, as you sat down on the dusty piano chair and blew the dust of the piano keys. Your fingers moved to their own accord, gliding across the keys to play a familiar song from muscle memory. Theo sat down next to you and closed his eyes to absorb the beautiful melody. As the last note echoed through the attic, Theo opened his eyes, and sapphire eyes glared down into the depths of your soul. He had honestly never in his life felt more drawn to anyone, before he could say anything your stomach gave a loud growl. It was now your turn to blush and look away in embarrassment. Theo then leads you downstairs, where he whipped you up some stroopwafels.

You tied the apron around your waist and helped Theo prepare the sugary dessert. You were so excited and happy, you loved baking and learning/exchanging new recipes. Once the two of you were done making the sweet snack, you sat down and munched on the Stroop waffles and coffee. The rest of the afternoon was spent chatting about your mutual hate for bitter slimy vegetables and love for dogs as you ate the sugary snack and sipped on coffee. This actually started a tradition between the two of you, where once in a while the two of you would exchange recipes and cook your favourite dishes together.

One day as Theo joined Comte in his room for some tea, he saw a beautiful painting hanging behind Comte, it was just filled with so much emotion. “Hey, Comte, did Vincent paint that one, I haven’t seen it before.” Comte gleamed in delight and told him that you were the artist responsible for the masterpiece and that you had given it to him as a thank you gift for the art supplies. Theo was shook, he knew you loved art but to have created such a masterpiece. He stomped his way to your room and knock on your door. He could hear shuffling from the other side, he swung the door open and spotted you throwing a heap full of tissues in the dustbin and hiding the trashcan behind you. All it took was one look at your red nose, pale face and tired eyes to know that you were clearly sick. You tried to play it off and make your way past Theo to help Sebastian with lunch service, when Theo picked you up and plonked you down on your bed. The second your head hit the pillow, your tired eyes closed and you lost consciousness. You woke a few hours later to Theo sitting by your side gently stroking your hair while placing a cold washcloth on your forehead every now and then. You stubbornly tried to convince him that you weren’t sick. Theo narrowed his eyes at you and in a soft, gentle tone said, “Hondjie can you just stop being stubborn for one minute and let me take care of you.” Theo had nursed you back to full health and you got to see a new side of Theo that you had never seen before, his sweet kind gentle side. It was actually during this time when Theo had confessed his undying love for you.

Theo love love loved your art and would insist you show him your masterpieces once you are done with them. He knew your weren't confident in your skills and would usually hide your drawings so he did what any reasonable person would do. He tickled you until you gave up the hiding spot so he could see your creation.

He also knows you don’t like crowded places or loud noises, so he actually cleared up a room for you to use as your own art room to work in peace, where no one was allowed to disturb you.

He knew you would get dizzy and feel suffocated whenever the two of you would walk through a busy crowd in the markets. So now every time the two of you cuties go out, he was sure to plan your route using back roads to avoid unnecessary crowds or he would bring King along for a walk with you. Even though King is a sweet, friendly golden retriever, he has come to love you and will do whatever it takes to protect the new member of his pack. Even if that means angry staring down people so they can part like the red sea before you and Theo.

Theo absolutely loves you to the moon and back. He loves your sweet innocent mind and will always cover your ears and glare daggers at Arthur whenever he is telling stories of previous nights conquests as he “doesn’t want Arthur to taint your innocent mind and soul.”

He absolutely loves to finally have someone around who gets his dark, morbid sense of humour and who can equally match his weird jokes. Often when the two of you are together, you would be quick-firing the weirdest jokes at each other, while being in stitches laughing at each other.

Theo also loves how you have similar beliefs as him in not judging people. It was due to this that he was completely able to open up about his past with you. You helped him to heal and grow from his past traumas. You helped catch him many a time before falling in the abyss, dragging him out back into the light.

Both of you were pretty awkward when it came to physical affection at the beginning of your relationship. However, after many, a stiff, awkward hug followed by a fit of laughter from how awkward the two of you were, eventually the two of you started to get more comfortable around each other.

Now when Theo cuddles you, as you draw him as a manga character, the two of you chuckle at the memory of how stiff and awkward it was the first time the two of you had even held hands. Theo will 100% always insist on holding your hand whenever the two of you go outside as he knows just how accident-prone you are when it comes to nature.

Ultimately Theo loves to spend quiet evenings with you snuggled up in his arms as the two of you exchange stories of each other days. He loves to read all your little manga’s you manage to create for him. Although he will never admit it, he always gets super excited when you tell him about an anime you watched or show him your newest manga drawing. He will shower you with endless amounts of hugs and cuddles from the moment you go to bed till the moment you wake up. And every morning without fail Theo will greet you with a freshly bred cup of milky coffee and a kiss.

Other potential matches…………… Vincent

I hope you enjoyed this dear and i hope you have the best day! 🦊🌻❤

#matchups #ikesen matchup #match ups #ikevamp matchup #ikevamp match up #theo ikevamp #ikevamp theodorus #Theodorus van Gogh #ikemen vampire theodorus #submission

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btswishes · 4 years

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I will adopt you.

Monsta X (Shownu) hybrid au

Part1 / Part2 / Part3 / Part4 / Part5 / Part6 / Part7 / Part8 /…

A/N: Guys, this scenario is going pretty slowly.I am trying to balance a lot of this right now. I will try to finish all the fics I started pretty soon. Sorry for the delay and any mistakes made.

Word count: 2, 833

Warnings: I mean ,just normal 21 century teen cussing.

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The sun warmed up a small area on your cheek. It took a few movements for you to realize that morning was upon you. Once your eyes opened fully ,you were surprised by the still strong warmth making you not want to leave the bed. Soon after, you remembered last night almost like it was a movie scene.

Your back was currently facing Shownu and you didn’t know what to do. Your body felt frozen in place, or it might not have wanted to move. You could hear and feel his gentle deep breaths on the back of your nape.

After some pondering around the idea of doing something, you turned around.The breath in your throat hitched in it’s place, as your eyes were met with his. Shownu was awake. His look was calm, the blinking motion- elegant and gentle. It was so slow and soothing as the hypnotic effect of a watch, swinging side to side in front of your face.

Shownu was just looking at you. His hand gently rose from under the cover, to move a small strand of hair away from your eyes.

“G-good morning.” your voice broke the silence. He huffed a breath of air together with a small smile. The pillow case under his head made a small noise and he came closer, touching your forehead with his.

“Good morning.” you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. From his nose, to his lips, his cheeks and his jaw. You were jumping from one place to the other, trying to take in everything you were seeing.

“We should get up.” you mumbled under your nose, shy from the close exposure

“Do you want to get up?”

“We have to, I mean...I have some stuff to do today.” business was on the schedule for the day and you wanted to finish as soon as possible. He didn’t say a word and just sat up in bed. Shownu’s back was big, almost like a mountain covering you. Your gaze soon ended up onto his extremely messy bed hair. It was a bit funny looking on him and a small chuckle slipped out of your lips.His head looked back at you a bit crooked like a curious pup.

Now fully awake, you stood up on your knees and ran your hand through his hair, trying to calm it down. But it didn’t want to obey you at all. “Wait a second.” swiftly you jumped off the bed and grabbed the first brush you saw on top of your vanity. Shownu sat on the side of the bed as you walked back to him. With a gentle movement you began trying to brush through his hair, with the key word here being *trying*.

“Oh wow!” your hand was firmly on his forehead as you tried to pull the now stuck brush “Strange, your hair didn’t look so tangled yesterday.” the wood got caught in his thick fur like hair and didn’t want to let go. Placing your hands on your waist, you began thinking of something. “Let’s go to the bathroom.”

Shownu was sitting on the edge of the bathtub as you rolled up the sleeves and cuffs on your pant. You didn’t want to get anything wet since this was going to be a tricky situation. Making sure his hair was wet enough, you put a big dollop of shampoo on your hand and began rubbing it into his hair. After the shampooing was done, you used the conditioner to smooth his hair enough to be brushed.

“Usually, any hairdresser would kill me for brushing wet hair.But you need all the help you can get.” it was difficult, you couldn’t lie about that for sure. He was very obedient, sitting still yet making strange faces as you tugged on his head. At some point you found yourself pulling the brush in one direction and pushing him in the other. It felt more like a fight between you and the knots is his fur. After what felt like an hour, you were able to turn it into something that resembled normal hair.

“I am done, I am done.” you could hear him growl out from time to time, almost like an angry pup fighting for his favorite toy. Washing off the conditioner, you threw a towel on his head and pulled him back to the couch in the living room. Shownu sat down cross-legged when you rubbed his head furiously to dry it. He didn’t have long locks of hair to pull out the hairdryer, plus you kinda forgot where it was anyways.

Breakfast was super fast, just some cereal.You wasted most of the morning on brushing Shownu, so you had to do things quickly. He was eating in front of you on the table and staring at the milk in the bowl. It was kinda quiet mainly because he was still shy around you. Or maybe he was more action and less talk type of person.

“I am going to go out for a bit today.” his head shot up in a nanosecond as he heard that you will be leaving for some time “I just finished up some documents that I need to hand them over to my supervisor. I have a meeting with him in a cafe close by, so I will probably take maybe 2 hours, more or less.”

“2?” he mumbled

“I was planning on meeting some friends too, since I always stay home.” you added ,placing the metal spoon in the bowl. Shownu perked up, when you placed your fingers on his forehead and pushed him back down. Kind of like in those seal videos you liked to watch on YouTube. This man constantly gave off mixed energies- one moment he is dominate and breathtaking and the other he is a total pup that you just want to cuddle all day. “Stay.” pulling your hand back, you pointed at him “Eat slowly and don’t rush or you will get indigestion. I will go get ready.”

Quickly you dashed to the bedroom and pulled out the formal clothes you had. Winter or not, you were meeting someone of a high position so being appropriately dressed always gave you extra work points. It made you look like you take your job seriously, even tho you did most of the work in your pjs eating chocolate.

“I am leaving. Do you want me to turn the TV on for you?” you placed the coat on your back and made sure the scarf was nicely tied around your neck- no cold air was going to reach you and that was the plan. Shownu was staring at you, but didn’t answer nor react to your question. “Ok...I am off then.” the shoes were on in a flash and you closed the door behind yourself. The elevator was taking longer to reach your floor today, since someone went to the last one and down again.

The doors finally slid open ,when you saw your reflection in the mirror and realized “I forgot the documents!” tapping your head a few times ,you ran back to your apartment “Idiot, idiot. So much for being professional.” the key slid in easily and you swung the door open. Almost instantaneously you jumped up almost hitting the light in the hallway.

“GOD!” you grabbed your chest with one hand and the door frame with the other “SHOWNU!” you screamed out so high pitched it sounded almost like a whistle note.”WHAT are YOU doinggggg!” you were going up and done the scale mixing in emotions that you never new you could express.

The boy was sitting literally in front of the door with his still half-full cereal bowl, staring. After catching your breath and making sure your heart didn’t relocate in your ears, you looked down at him. “Get up, it’s cold down there.” you tried to drag him to the fireplace, but obviously couldn’t ,so you asked him to move himself. “I made you a nice nest here so you can sleep and not catch a cold. Is this how pet owners feel when their animal doesn’t use something they bought for them? Probably.” the boy was just listening to you talking to yourself.

“Why did you come back?” his voice cut your monologue short

“I forgot to take the documents I need.” you grabbed them from the cozy spot on the table and closed the door behind yourself. You were about to lock it, when in your mind popped up a random thought. Slowly you pushed the handle down and slid the door silently open. Shownu was once more sitting on the cold ground looking at you, almost like the situation a minute ago didn’t happen. Eyes locked, you couldn’t take the somehow sad look he was giving you, so you burst into the room.Your hands were on your waist, scrunching the folder a bit.

“Get up puppy we are going shopping!” he crooked his head to the side and you knew you completely lost the movie reference moment. “Get dressed, you are coming with me.” in a matter of seconds he turned into his hybrid form, standing in the pile of clothes. He placed them on the bed and stared at you. From the hanger next to the entrance ,you pulled down the leash you got him, making sure it was lose around his neck.

Finally you were able to lock the door and jump in the elevator. It was silent until you grabbed his front paws and with all the strength you got pulled them off the floor. Shownu was confused and looking around like he was searching for the explanation in the environment.

“There we go.” sighing deeply you stared at the small backpack you threw on his back “You are not leaving the house without clothes. I don’t want to get called in the police station to pick your butt-ass naked self up.” his eyes were a bit judgmental about the whole situation You could have told me before hand. “I know I know, I am just all hyper after you scared me.” It is a strange habit I have. “Well we need to work on that.”

Checking the time, you calculated that there was enough of it not to rush around town like a crazy person. As you were planning your steps for the day, Shownu’s head shot in your direction. You can hear me?! “Yes, give me a second.I am thinking about something.By the way, didn’t know you can talk in dog form.” I can’t. “Ha?!” you looked down where he was sitting with almost the same emotions on his face “Then how do I hear you?? ?” I don’t know, this never happens with humans. “Wait, there are more hybrids?” Of course, do you think I materialized myself out of thin air? “How then?” he was a different species you could say, so it was natural to expect some differences. When a mommy wolf and a daddy wolf love each other a lot the- “Ok let me stop you there!” you placed your hands in front of his face to indicate how you weren’t looking forward to the direction this was going in “I know how it goes, we are good. I don’t need Sex ED in the elevator. I am good, really.” It’s interesting though. “I said I am good.” I don’t mean that. I am talking about you hearing me. “Do you think you can hear me thinking too?” We can try. You concentrated your mind as best as you could on random things, so the experiment could be with clear results.

“Um, morning Y/N...” your neighbor stepped in the elevator, confused about you intensely staring at your gigantic dog.

“Hi!” you straightened your back and looked at the man “I was just making sure he...um...he didn’t get bit by this other dog.”

“Oh, he is a fighter then?” the old man calmed down a bit and even chuckled “That shows you he is a lively one.”

“Sure is.” you let out a mix between a fake laugh and embarrassment “Have a nice day.” you ran out the building as fast as you could.

“Never doing that again.” your hands were leaning onto your thighs as you took a deep breath. That made no sense to begin with. “Don’t act all smart with me.” the alarm you set on your phone rang loudly and you cussed out “I am seriously going to be in trouble at this point.” Do you know where you are going? “Yeah, my boss gave me the address, I just need to pull out my phone and not drop it.” people were making way mostly because of Shownu’s size and fierce looks. “Here hold this!” your hand swung and you pushed the folder in his mouth, shocking even the people passing by.

“It’s around the corner we are close by.Oh wait!” stopping in front of the door you stared looking around the glass exterior. What are you doing? “I am trying to see if this place allows animals in.” Just go in. You pointed at his reflection and Shownu very quickly realized what you meant. The bell above the door rang and a very nice girl with short baby blue hair smiled in your direction. Her finger pointed at the very top corner of the cafe next to the sign.

“We allow pets, you don’t have to worry. Come in.” you bowed a bit from the sudden introduction and followed her inside “We have an area you can leave your pets if you want to. “ the girl sat you down next to the window and gave you a menu. “Is it male or female?”

“He is a boy.” you said

“Most of the dogs in the pet area are female, so I am just asking.Some customers are very picky about the animals that play with their pets.” your eyebrows frowned upon hearing that “Strange, I know. But that is how it is I guess.Would you like to order?”

“Oh yes. I would like the cafe’s special please.” closing the menu, you placed it on the table and crossed your legs, making yourself comfortable. “Nunu, do you want to go over there?” you looked at Shownu I am too tired to run around with them.Plus I am not an animal, I am a hybrid. “Ok, suite yourself.” the girl was still next to you while you were having this small chat “I am sorry, I probably look crazy to you.” you laughed out, scratching the back of your neck.

“No, not at all. I am also a dog owner and I know how it is.” she smiled in your direction and grabbed the menu “I will be right back with your order.” you nodded

The cafe was pretty nice, even thought there were so many animals. It was quiet and calming. They were all playing and enjoying themselves as their owners were talking with friends or just enjoying a moment of silence. Shownu was strangely falling asleep while you scouted the area. It was cute the way his head bobbed from time to time and his cute eyes blinked, trying to stay open.

“If you want to sleep, just tell me.” you giggled, patting your thighs. I am too heavy. “Not like that stupid.” you grabbed his head and placed it on your lap. He was big enough to lay on the floor and have his head comfortably on you. “See?” you asked Shownu as he was dosing off fast. Mhmm he just mumbled. The finishing blow came after you started petting his head, he just fell asleep in a second. Kids would come around from time to time wanting to pet him, because he looked like a big cuddly teddy bear.

Shownu staid awake most of the night making sure you had enough space on the bed, you were warm and comfortable. His worrisome nature kept him awake for most of the time. Your fingers ran through his thick fur slowly. As he was resting and recharging his battery, you were looking out of the glass window, waiting for your supervisor to finally show up.

Truth be told, you didn’t know who they were. You got a raise and placed in a higher standing branch of the company, so this was kinda you first day at work and your first evaluation. You were a bit worried that bringing Shownu was a bad idea, but his calm sleeping face and the way he would nuzzle himself closer to you, relaxed you and erased all anxiety you had. The tiny bell above the cafe door rang, but your attention was still focused on the outside world. The sun was illuminating your beautiful face and outlining your body in the comfortable yet formal clothes. You looked like an empress, petting her pet tiger and enjoying the empire she ruled over.

That picture formed in the head of the man that was walking towards you.

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ink-beneath-her-fingernails · 4 years

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BNHA/MHA First Watch-Through Notes

1x01

these are... stupid... and... a mess. bc I am stupid and a mess. you have had your warning. I didn’t even go back and skim through this when I was done I’m just releasing these little bastard thoughts into the void they’re not my problem now

I’m watching dubbed btw

I know, I know... it’s the only one I have access to rn tho

I... do not know how to feel about funimation’s new intro?

well I guess it’s not really new but

listen I haven’t watched anything of funimation’s since the og fruits basket ok I’m used to the DUN-DUN *funimation* ((....you should be watching))

he is. babie. green babie.

but also why do these small children have such wild hair colors

I mean I’m here for it

I just wasn’t expecting it

oH SHIT THEY GOT POWERS POWERS

so this is the famous deku

I’m guessing this is like a flashback or memory or something?

I missed the bully’s name

speaking of the bullies, they changed order? It was wings, fire, stretchy hands, but now it’s fire, stretchy hands, wings. I know that they probably wanted to show the “leader” closest and that’s why but,,

also wtf?? these are kids. like bullies should not be a thing, I think we can all agree on that, but yeah, it’s gonna happen. but these kids are, what? eight? nine? maybe their powers (’quirks,’ whatever) aren’t super powerful yet, but this blonde kid has fire powers. has nobody talked to them about just how dangerous this is? forget roughing the other two up or intimidating them or giving them a hard time, this could genuinely escalate and get way out of hand super fast, and someone could get seriously injured.

oof. boy is dead.

this eight year old (purple hair) sounds like he’s a thirty yo new teacher trying to sound hip and cool but also wise and knowing to his class who Does Not Care

that wasn’t purple kid?? that was current deku???

wack

then this fourteen year old sounds like he’s a thirty yo new teacher trying to sound hip and cool but also wise and knowing to his class who Does Not Care

also they were four?

jeepers heckin criminey who starts beating people up at four years old

have to say though, I loved that sky-to-puddle transition

jiminey fucking crickets I’m not even a minute into the episode these notes are going to be stupidly long I’m sorry

!! I love his little skipping-dance thing when he’s impatient at the crosswalk!

alright... I’ll admit it... his character design is pretty adorable

also tf is that thing

it looks half shark half poorly drawn dog

I mean I get it’s probably a person and that’s their quirk or whatever but

did this kid just run all the way across the city just to watch this guy start shit at the station so he could see the heroes take him down??

I mean respect tbh but also priorities kid

also I really appreciate that the cops are just kind of calmly directing everyone and everyone else is just kind of chillin like “oh. another villain. that’s too bad.” like tbh that’s one of the things that always kind of annoys me about movies and shows like this where there’s like repeatedly villain attacks because yes they are scary, especially when you’re caught up in them, but if you’re just kind of there and not directly in the action or being directly threatened, then why are you freaking out? you’ve lived in this city for how long? there’s an attack every, what, two days? this isn’t routine for you by now?

I started this like 15 min ago and am only like a minute and a half into the ep smh

ngl this intro kinda pops off

that hero guy seemed... kind of evil lookin tho

love the animation oml

also the lyrics to this are great???

OH IS THAT A NARRATIVE FOIL I SEE IMPLIED THERE

I THINK IT IS

“and they were narrative foils” “oh my god they were narrative foils”

k ngl rewinding real quick bc I missed some of the intro and there’s always so much fun stuff to see and unpack in those

also I wanna read all the lyrics

k so I was wondering this before but I’m just gonna say it... why does the hero guy have rabbit ears

alright character designs lookin p fire so far

last guy I keep missing but he kind of looks like steven universe?? idk I still have to watch that show too tbh so,,,

does the big hero guy turn into a giant bird?

oh that intro got me excited for this

these characters look so lit!!

“the first incident?” so this isn’t just like a natural factor of their world? it hasn’t always been going on? there was, like, a definitive start to it all? was that kid really the first incident or the first one they noticed? was that actually the first incident or is it just like the commonly told first incident, like an old myth/legend/folktale/old wive’s tale?

interesting that it started with a baby and then moved to people of all ages?

oh they don’t know the cause of the quirks? interesting

((why do I feel like finding out the answer to that is gonna be like A Big Thing™ at some point in the series))

I really like the visuals they put with this exposition?? idk why it’s just,,, very appealing

also his voice is very nice to listen to tbh, so that’s a definite plus

I hate it when the main character’s voice is super annoying

but like how long ago was it that this started? he just said “before long”

I like that in this universe they actually acknowledge that hey comic books are a thing and this whole superheroes/villains/powers thing is kind of ridiculous bc it’s legit like playing out scenes straight from those comic books but also this is real life and it’s actually happening and really does pose a lot of danger and complications to a lot of people, so we’re going to treat it as something real and serious and affecting us

I might’ve spoken too soon but I really hope they don’t blow that mindset

I feel like too often superhero shows/movies just either completely gloss over the effects this stuff has on society as a whole, or it’s like a completely new thing for them, like there’s never been the concept of a fictional superhero or a comic book there before.

“was an age of heroes”??? oh no what happens

k but why is this guy dressed like the ‘do not cross’ lines

kind of a lame hero costume tbh :/

why. does he have. sleeves. but no shirt.

edna mode would never do you like that honey go see her

“Death Arms”?? what kind of alias is that?? also wouldn’t it make more sense for arms to be uncovered than his chest, then??

“The Punching Hero”

I’m sorry I Cannot take this guy seriously

waterbending??

asdkfdls idk why but this firehose guy really reminds me of that one alchemist from fmab with the top hat and the monocle and the peg leg that spun like a top and Scar murked

“rescue specialist” see?? that makes sense!! it makes me so happy that they’re actually thinking more about the worldbuilding and how dangerous scenarios would work if 80% of the population had powers of different kinds, beyond “big bad guy meet big good guy. punch punch good guy wins”

also dear god thank you for putting someone on crowd control I know I was just saying it was great these people weren’t really treating this like the end of the world and it is good that they were mostly staying back by themselves but. they were still standing very close to an ongoing fight. priorities, people. self preservation. they are things. that I do not believe most people in superhero universes have in the slightest.

aww he’s too short

(but is he shorter than edward elric)

((do we know))

(((somebody please tell me if this information is available)))

alsdfkj l;a that guy calling in late bc the train got held up by the villain... do you think that’s another equivalent of “oh...I’m...sick... yeah, totally, I’m sick” and “my dog ate my homework” to them? “there was a villain attack” or “some idiot on my block decided to show off their quirk and it got out of hand”

ope Big Hero™ is here

...why am I surprised that they have fans?? I mean I guess that makes sense they’re basically celebrities and public figures right?

okay Big Hero™ is Kamui got it

wait no that is not the Big Hero™

but they are another hero and their name is Kamui got it

“Kamui Woods” ok that’s actually helpful I was gonna ask what his skin was supposed to be bc I didn’t think it was scales and it does look kind of like bark... Now going to take that as permission to assume it’s the latter

kamui kind of reminds me of some pokemon but I’m not sure which one?? I’m sorry idk pokemon v well but thy def remind me of one of them

“...a fAnBOY” he looks and sounds like he just tricked someone into confessing to murder why is he so smug about that smh

you know what. speaking of. I don’t get why everyone views being a fan of something/someone as something to be embarrassed or ashamed about?? why do people make fun of other people for it? why do we treat it like some big dark secret we try to hide? when did liking something become a bad thing? like?? sorry I have hobbies and interests and you don’t? sorry I think this person is talented? sorry I thought this book was life-changing? sorry I listen to this album so much because it’s good? sorry this show made me laugh during a really rough time? like goddamn it’s nobody’s business what you like unless you’re trying to force it on you when you’ve asked them to stop or it’s hurting someone? if they’re being safe and respectful about it for everyone involved then there shouldn’t be a problem? stop making people feel like freaks or be scared to enjoy something just a little too much? just let people have good things in life and consume the media that makes them happy? it has little to no effect on you? I don’t get why it’s you’re problem?? sorry to get all soapboxy this is something that’s always really annoyed me

does kamui have flowers on their belt

icon

k but isn’t wood like... really easy to break tho

I mean... comparatively speaking?

“illegal use of powers during rush hour traffic” alsfjsadlkf

wait so he’s listing charges for the guy, does that mean heroes are officially licensed here and can actually arrest people? and... actually work with law enforcement?? gasp no wait but I thought that was impossible except for The One Officer On The Inside That The Hero Has Convinced Of Their Cause™

hold up... “assault, robbery, and illegal use of powers during rush hour traffic... you are the incarnation of evil” ...bro chill lmao

I mean those aren’t good things but,,,, buddy “evil” can get so much worse holy shit sunflower child has no idea what’s in store for them

the show can do a hell of a lot even if they decide not to go that dark

well deku did say he was new

also off topic but I just looked it up and DEKU IS HALF A FOOT TALLER THAN ED

I’M SORRY BUT THAT’S HILARIOUS

CAN YOU IMAGINE THIS EXCITED GREEN CHILD MEETING ED THE GREMLIN ELRIC AND JUST TOWERING OVER HIM

he’d probably get along well w al though so ed would have to like him anyways

ok but back to bnha

ope kamui just got upstaged

but honestly?? he was actin a lil cocky and she seems like a queen so I ain’t mad about it

oh great creeps are everywhere apparently

YES THANK YOU THEY NEED TO INCLUDE SUPERPOWERS IN LEGISLATION SOMEHOW OTHERWISE PEOPLE CAN GET AWAY WITH ANYTHING GEEZ

just. more worldbuilding that I appreciate.

jfc they muzzled him?

ok i wasn’t that mad about kamui being upstaged (idk why I kinda like the guy) but now she’s acting a little too cocky for me and I feel kind of bad for Death Arms and Backdraft (?) because they definitely do deserve at least a little credit

yes. official. overseen by the government. I’m not saying it’s necessarily a good idea bc I’m not getting into the whole mess the MCU basically did regarding that, but it really does add to the worldbuilding and making it seem more realistic/draw you in a little more because you can bet that would be a thing that would actually happen in some capacity if such a large percentage of the population had superpowers, and crime was at an all-time high at the same time, with normal methods without powers likely not doing much to combat that, and it being even harder because everyone’s is different

wow so they really do have roles similar to celebrities huh?

I actually love how he’s analyzing the new hero

that’s!! the good!!! nerdery!!!!

ngl thought that guy was gonna be like “well that’s never gonna happen” lmao glad he didn’t turn out to be an asshole

this guy’s hair and his sweater need an upgrade

I’m sorry honey it’s just not a Look™

I mean ngl I’d probably wear it but also I am the absolute last person to look to for a good idea of fashion so

wow we hate asshole teachers

this kid’s hair grows wtf

they seriously just break out their quirks when they get annoyed?? I mean me too probably but

oh wait he’s not totally an asshole

but that still is kind of a dick move because even if it seems really really likely that most of them do, a lot of them probably feel like that’s just what’s expected of them or that that’s their best bet at an ok life, or they don’t think they’ll actually be able to get a career as a hero, and he has to know that there are kids (or at least one) in his class who don’t have powers and who will probably be shut down at every turn on that career track??

also what is it with the absurd number of people whose hair grows/flys/whatever and whose hands change chape and/or elongate

the girl who just throws up the rock n roll sign is my favorite

also why does this teacher remind me of gilderoy lockhart

I get that his eye thing is part of his quirk... but does he face no consequences health-wise from putting his grubby fingers all over his eyeballs?? you don’t know where your hands have been

the famed bakugo

we finally meet

you seem like a cocky asshole and if I remember correctly you have firepowers

you know who else seemed like cocky assholes and one point or another and had firepowers??

roy mustang and zuko

and one of those guys is an awkward, angry turtleduck, and the other one is a rightly smug bastard who succeeded in pulling a coup on the government who was surveilling him and holding half his team hostage

so yeah I have a feeling I’m gonna like this guy

probably

at some point

eventually

it might take a while

“the only place worthy of me” oh dear

All Might!! Big Hero™ has a name!!

oh being a hero solely bc you want to be rich and popular? lame

aklsdfsjaslkfd teach just callin deku out in front of everyone

r.i.p.

it was nice having you as a main character for eight whole minutes I’m sorry you have to face death-by-embarrassment you deserved better

ope

bakugo doesn’t want anyone stealin his thunder

lemme guess deku is also his Main Rival™ or at least will be

awwwww poor guy

how much you wanna bet he gets the highest scores in all the exams bc he studies the heroes so much and that’s how he gets in

that lady got forcefields for her quirk? damn she lucked out

“this cash is mine” *drops cash*

are all the heroes like fine mt. lady can deal w the guy she keeps stealing all our credit anyway so there’s no point??

....is that all might?

k but... y’all should be taking notes on the heroes too if you want a better chance at that career and better schools for it? I know they’re probably making fun of it bc he doesn’t have a quirk but still

also I find it really interesting that the kids all act like the quirks are absolutely everything but at that scene on the street earlier people were complaining about missing the days they didn’t have to worry about “every rando w a quirk” or something... like maybe it’s because the kids grew up w it? Idk just the difference in mindset between (presumably) generations seems cool to look into

wow we love bullies so much

no we don’t pls stop you’re not as cool as you think you are

DESTROYING SOMEONE’S NOTEBOOK/JOURNAL/SKETCHBOOK IS ONE OF THE MOST DICK MOVES SOMEONE CAN MAKE CHANGE MY MIND

alright bakugo you’ve definitely moved onto my shitlist for the moment

don’t stay there

well you know what they say about greatness... some people are destined for it, yeah, but some become it, and some have it thrust upon them

cliches are there for a reason buddy

and either way... I could be wrong but... there doesn’t seem like anything great or heroic about bullying people... I mean idk that’s just my opinion but

god I hope they eat bakugo alive at ua

deku I know you’re a sunshine child but you have to get in now. you have to. out of pure spite. please.

yeah, friend 1b is right buddy...

destroy him deku

DESTROY THEM DEKU

oh suicide jokes huh

bakugo you’re on thin fucking ice you’ve just moved way up in my shit list

wow I hate him <3

EXACTLY

THANK YOU DEKU

I hate it when shows have someone make a suicide joke like that and just? no one addresses it?? or the characters don’t seem to realize that it needs addressing, at least to themselves??? so this is refreshing

voiced my thoughts exactly

he really is an idiot

NO BUDDY YOUR DREAMS ARE STILL POSSIBLE AND VALID

YOUR NOTES ARE SALVAGEABLE

he really is a jerk deku you’re right

awww little deku is so cute

alright I’m gonna make a prediction

this is his mom right

is this gonna be

another

dead anime mom?

and lemme guess she always told him she was sure he’d be a hero/she knew he’d become one, and then she died, and that’s why he’s so set on it

probably not

but just... placing my bets now

w h a t is this child doing

he’s a hair’s breadth away from head-desking

are we... just gonna... ignore that robbery that was happening on the street a few minutes ago

OKAY WE GET IT YOU’RE HERE CAN YOU GO BACK TO SAVING PEOPLE THEY’RE STILL IN DANGER

HIS CACKLES I CAN’T

alsdkjf;lsjk I feel bad for him but also,,, that transition was gold

but also the face his mom made before he started laughing... she knew he probably wouldn’t get one didn’t she

but why do they assume it won’t happen if they don’t get it by a certain age? they said after that baby people all around the world were getting powers, and showed people of all different ages when they said so. that implies that they got those powers at those ages, after the baby was born but not when they were children themselves? like yeah there’s probably some point where you’d consider them “aged out” and therefore less likely to get a quirk but... she just said he’s in kindergarten.

fourth generation? so the appearance of quirks isn’t a super recent thing then

they can tell if someone is going to manifest a quirk or is starting to by looking at x-rays?

also I know I’m seriously overusing the word “interesting” but

maybe I’m reading too far into this but it’s also kind of interesting that his father and his (current) main antagonist have such similar powers?

OH!!!! lore drop!! kind of!!! that’s a really interesting (wow there it is again) thing they chose to be an indicator for that kind of thing in this universe

*cue izuku contemplating chopping off his pinky toes*

I feel like... all might’s... not gonna be that great....

DEAR LORD HOW MANY TEARS CAN THIS CHILD HOLD IN HIS EYES

also ngl when little deku’s eyes are wide and he doesn’t move he looks really creepy and kind of like a child-sized doll

like pinocchio

how sure are we that deku isn’t made of wood

hmmmmmmmmm I do love this animation

ah Internal Angst™

the fuck is that laughter??

skin suit? no thanks

but guess we aren’t ignoring that earlier scene

yeah all might’s in the city alright

he’s gonna break this up isn’t he

yepppppp that’s him

idk I think alex louise armstrong did it better sorry bud :/

“texas smash”??

he just... punched liquid apart

this kid’s still gonna go flying and hit the ground hard buddy thanks for your help

oh he stuck around

and he’s not hurt too bad

“justicing”

he’s using the city’s sewer system being difficult to navigate as his excuse for why he wasn’t paying attention to keeping bystanders safe like he “usually” does?

the armstrongs do the sparkle better

a;ldkfsdlfls this is really funny to watch ngl

“that’s... a pretty good point.” yeah no shit lmao

I love how he’s just. awkwardly patting deku.

yeah he’s gonna end up accidentally adopting this kid isn’t he

is he hurt?? or did the other guy actually take him over while deku was unconscious??

nah I think he’s just hurt I’m p sure he really did get the guy

but still

that was... a big boom.... that’s not good

he’s just.... abandoning this kid on the rooftop??

but also he probably really does have to go if blood is coming out of his mouth

do heroes in this universe have secret identities?

I feel like yes but also no??

watch as this guy’s like “I don’t have a quirk either” and he’s just. like. an armstrong or something

that or he’s gonna crush this kid’s dreams and be like “no, it’s not possible” and I will be forced to ensure deku becomes the most successful hero ever out of Even More Pure Spite™ even if he idolizes the guy

oh yeah he’s gonna get his dreams crushed

IS ALL MIGHT GONNA VOUCH FOR HIM AND GET HIM AN OPPORTUNITY AT UA BC HE FEELS BAD FOR HIM

hmm this outro kinda slaps too

overall feelin good, like it so far, definitely think I won’t have trouble continuing watching at least for now

#this took me... almost 2 AND A HALF HOURS #IT'S A 24 MINUTE EPISODE #THESE AREN'T EVEN GOOD NOTES #but whatever #notes #bnha notes #mha notes #bnha #mha #yap yap #1x01

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bbygssi · 4 years

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Hello again.. I am here with a nice smut for all you lovelies.. this does have to deal with dd/lg.. if that bothers you, then please keep scrolling.. no one wants to see your ugly comments on something you could never understand.. strong power, thank you..

Type: Kim Taehyung X Reader (first person view)

Warnings: BDSM, DD/LG, blowjobs, NSFW typa shiittt, smutty smut stuff..

Background: you are a choreographer in S. Korea and have finally made a name for yourself.. you’ve known taehyung for some time now and occasionally spend the night at his apartment since it’s closer to the studio.. but today is gonna be a different type of day... ☺️

I woke up to my alarm going off. I look at my phone and it’s 730am. I put it back on my bed face down dreading having to get up. I hate mornings. As I stand I notice I’m unusually more drowsy than usual. Sleeping at tae’s was never a problem. Usually he’s gone when I wake up, so I walk out the guest room with just my oversized tee on. I walked over to the large window in the living room and noticed how grey it was out side. With out thinking I reached for the stick thingie that opens the blinds. Obviously I didn’t grab anything and I looked at my hand like I was crazy. Tae never opens the blinds. I always do that when I wake up. I finally turn to see the back of a shirtless tae tae making eggs, sausage and rice for 2. He turns and looks at me.

“Well good morning y/n”

“Good morning.... what are still doing here?”

“Well, it’s rainy. I’d rather stay at home with you”

I rolled my eyes. Of course I was use to the flirting from not only tae, but the rest of the boys. That’s typically there job, so you could say I was almost immune to it....almost.

“Don’t you and j-hope have to go over some things for your new track?”

“Yes”

I turn back to the window to see that it’s pouring rain outside.

“Well, I guess I better get ready. I have a big number I need to finish choreographing before next week”

“Why dont you stay here with me today y/n?”

I turn back to him and sigh.

“Because tae, we all can’t afford to buy half of Seoul when we’re bored.. I do have rent you know.”

Tae grabbed his heart as if shocked by my words. He knew I was only joking tho.

“I made break fast for us. Can you at least eat that?”

“yes daddy anything for you.” I said mockingly.

I looked up at tae’s face and he seemed to be staring intently at me. Maybe what I said thru him off guard. None of the boys know that I’m a little. I just don’t feel it’s something to tell them. I don’t even think they know what DDLG is. As I sit and start eating taehyung clears his throat.

“I didn’t know you saw me as that y/n”

I almost choked on my food.

“What? No, tae tae it was joke. Don’t even worry about it, okay?”

He put down his fork and leaned on his elbows so that his face was close to mine.

“Why don’t you stay home with me today baby. We can watch movies and order pizza. I bet you would love that”

My heart dropped out my ass when he said that. I wanted to stay, but I had things to do. As much as I wanted to go little at that moment, I had to control it.

“As much as I would love to taehyung, I have responsibilities that I need to take of.”

Tae looked at me with an I don’t care attitude. This time he leaned closer to my ear.

“ stay with me baby girl.. I want you here with daddy”

Ohh goodness. Why does he need to use the deep voice? I feel myself blushing and getting hot, then he backed away and stared at me waiting for an answer.

“Fine, fine I’ll stay. But I want a large cheese pizza.. and juice.”

“Done and done princess”

Words cannot explain how happy my little self is.. I haven’t been able to go little in over a month dealing with this new number and it’s driving me crazy. Maybe a good RP would make my life a little easier.

After we eat, we clear the table and sit on the couch. He put his arm on the back of the couch while I snuggled under him. As the movie started playing tae looked down at me.

“Yes can I help you sir”

“Actually you can, look up at me”

I looked up at him and could see the lust and amusement in his eyes. He wanted me. And not just sexually. He wanted my little side also.

“What?” I said quietly

“Are you afraid to go small around me?”

“What do you mean?”

I had to play dumb. I knew what he meant but I wanted to make sure he knew what he was talking about.

“Don’t play dumb Y/N.. I’ve known you forever now and you think I wouldn’t see your little secret?”

My eyes widened and my cheeks felt hot. I sat up immediately.

“Tae, it’s not that I’m afraid to go little around you, I just... well it’s been a while let’s just say that”

“Do you trust me?”

I looked him in the eyes and shook my head yes.

“Use your words.”

“Yes I trust you tae.”

All he did was smile. He got up and went to a closet by the door. He came around with a stuffie animal. It was a pink tiger with hearts all over it. I could feel the smile on my face turn into an excited giggle as he got closer to me.

“Umm, is that for me tae tae?”

My voice was a little softer right now since my mind was slipping into little space.

“Of course it is princess. I got it for you a while ago. Just wanted to give it to you at the right time.”

He handed the stuffie to me and I squeezed it with a happy hug.

“Hmm.. I’m gonna name you Tyler!”

I was just about in full baby girl mode. Tae grabbed me and put me on his lap. He grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and put it over me as he held me.

“Thank you tae tae.. I really love Tyler! He’s gonna be my most bestest friend in the world!”

“Aww I thought I was your most bestest friend in the world?”

Tae started to tickle me a little. I started laughing while trying to get him off of me.

“No tickle tae tae!”

He stopped tickling me and kissed my forehead.

“My little Y/N is too adorable”

He rubbed his nose on mine and sat back against the couch. Some moments later the doorbell rang.

“Pizza pizza!!”

I was too excited for this. I was able to finally release some stress and be little for once. To be honest I don’t really trust many people with my little side.. aside from my job, that was the main reason I haven’t gone little in so long.

Tae put the pizza down on the counter and I started to reach for one. Tae grabbed my hand.

“No baby you gotta wait. The pizza is really really hot okay”

I sighed and pouted.

“Okay tae tae”

“Do I hear a little one getting impatient?”

This excited me. I knew I was gonna turn into brat mode soon if I didn’t stop, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Maybe I am being impatient. What are you gonna do about?”

Tae looked at me with big eyes. Maybe he wasn’t prepared for the bratty side.. oh well. He should’ve thought about that before making me go little.

He picked me up and sat me on the counter.

“Listen little girl, I know what you’re trying to do. And it’s not gonna work. So you might as well stop it now”

I looked tae straight in the eyes. Did he just challenge my brattiness? I smiled as I climbed off the counter.

“Y/N I’m warning you. I don’t wanna punish you but I will if I need to”

Hmm. Big me kinda liked that. But I was having too much fun thinking about what ways I could torture him. Then an idea struck. I ran into his room and locked the door. I could hear tae walking torwards the door calling my name.

I went into his closet and found a nice Gucci shirt. I put it on the bed and ran into the bathroom. Tae was knocking in the door telling me to open it. I found the sissors and went back into the bed. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this but it was too much fun.

“Y/N, if I have to open this door you will be in big trouble”

I just laughed and waited for him to open the door. He left and then came back and unlocked the door with something. I held up his shirt and sissors showing exactly what I intended to do. His face went into almost full dom mode. This excited me tremendously.

“Y/N, I will give you 3 seconds to put everything down or you will get a punishment.”

I giggled

“What kind of punishment daddy?”

This seemed to excite him as well, in more ways than one.

“Now why would I tell you that baby? Put my shirt and sissors down, now”

“Ooo so demanding”

He started to count.

“1”

I moved the sissors closer to his shirt.

“2”

I moved them onto the shirt. All I had to do was close the sissors and his shirt would be cut. I could see the anticipation on his face. This was too much fun.

“3”

I closed the sissors on his shirt leaving a big cut in the arm sleeve. I immediately dropped the items and looked at tae with a challenging look.

“Oopsies daddy. Looks like I did a bad thing”

“Yes..yes it does”

Tae started to walk torwards me with a dominating tone. It was sexy as hell. The big version of me was coming back to life. I got off the bed opposite of where he was going and ran out the room. He followed me and grabbed me by the waist right in front of the living room window. He pinned my backed against the cold window. I gasped and tried to push him off me.

“Oh no baby girl, you aren’t going anywhere. Daddy has to give you your punishment.”

He kissed me on my neck and I gasped again still trying to get off the cold window. He kissed down my collar bone and over to the other side of neck with slow, and warm kisses. The cold of the window and his warm body and lips was sending me..my gasps were turning into small moans as he kept attacking my neck and collarbones. My body started reacting on its own, making my hips move to get some friction. Tae took notice of it and stopped. He turned me so my front was now against the coldness. He started to kiss my back with really warm kisses. My back was still frozen. His kisses felt like the best kind of torture. I started moaning more as my nipples were forced against the cold window. I tried to move and tae smacked my ass.

I know what kind of punishment this is gonna be. I haven’t had sexual frustration forced upon me in a while.. hopefully I can handle this.

“My safe word is lovely”

He stopped kissing me. He leaned down close to my ear.

“Okay baby. Don’t worry. I won’t go pass what you can’t handle.”

He kissed my ear and licked it. My back arched and he forced my body back against this cold ass window. I was about to explode.

He turned me around and put his thumb on my lips. I kissed it slightly and he took a deep breath.

He looked at me intently and said “knees. Now”

I immediately dropped to my knees. My body was still cold from the window and goose bumps formed on my body. Tae pulled his pajama pants down. His dick was right in my face. I knew what he wanted, but I waited for him to tell me what to do. He started to stroke himself. I looked his hand with anticipation. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to choke on his dick and feel him in my throat. I started to fidget and get wet at the thought of tae’s dick on my tongue. But he never offered it to me. He just kept pumping his cock right infront of me.

I tried to contain myself as I started to breathe heavier. I looked up at him, begging him to fuck my mouth. He rubbed the tip of his dick on my lips. I licked his head and started to wrap my mouth around it. He pulled it out of my mouth and grabbed my hair. He forced his length inside my mouth to back of my throat making me gag, then pulled out. He did it again and again til I started coughing and couldn’t breathe. He pulled me up and put me on the couch.

I looked up at him as he mounted me. He climbed up my body til his face met mine. He layed his body on mine and started to kiss me. He grabbed my hands and put them above my head and held them with on hand. He put his other hand on my hip. Tae started to kiss me more intently now. I wanted to grind my hips on him, but the weight of his body and his hand forcing my hip down was making it hard. He started to kiss me on my neck down to my chest.

“Tae, please..”

“Please what baby? You wanna beg me for more?”

He kissed his way back up til his mouth was on my ear.

“You want me touch you, and please you baby? What do you want? Tell daddy what you want.”

He started to grind his cock on my pussy. With my panties still in the way I was growing more frustrated. I started to have light growls with my moaning. I was losing control. Tae’s voice seemed to get deeper as he started to slow his grinding.

“You wanna feel my cock inside you baby? You want me to fuck you and make you scream my name? Tell daddy what Y/N wants.”

My breathing was becoming quicker. I tried my hardest to move but tae was not having it. He moved his hand from my hip to my breast. I wanted to explode.

“Tae, daddy, please.. “

“Please what baby? What do you want? I didn’t want you to cut my shirt, but you did. Because you do what you want right?”

“No daddy I don’t.. please..”

He moved his hand to my pussy under my panties.. he started to rub and finger me. But right when I was about to cum, he pulled his hand away. He did this again and again and again and again. I started to cry.

“Daddy please!”

“Aww baby girl, are you frustrated? Look how wet you are for daddy. You love this don’t you?”

My mind was going blank.. I couldn’t go any longer. Tae seemed to noticed this. He pulled my panties off and slowly put his cock inside me. I could feel every inch making its way inside me, slowly. It felt so nice. My mind was making its way back to reality. Tae put both hands on my hips as he started to move slowly. I looked up at tae and made eye contact with him. Wow this man was so sexy. He moved down til his mouth was on my ear again. He started to move faster and I could feel myself about to cum again.

“Oh taehyung, please, don’t stop. Please don’t stop daddy.”

He started to grunt in my ear as he moved a bit faster. His moans and grunts and growls could’ve sent me to heaven. He started to pound into me as our moans filled his apartment.

“Oh my god Y/N, you’re so fucking tight”

He slammed into me a couple more times as we came together. I could feel his dick throbbing inside me as his hot semen flowed in me. We both layed on the couch breathless. Tae was the first to get up. He grabbed his pajama pants and put them back on. I found my panties and put them on.

He brought the pizza and juice over as I grabbed the blanket and layed under him.

“Y/N, I don’t want to have a punishment fuck next time. I want it to be a loving adventure okay?”

“Okay daddy. I’ll be a good girl for you”

He kissed my forehead and relaxed. We watched movies in each other’s arms for the rest of the day. I’m glad I decided to stay home.

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On the Other Side / Ch15: Movie Night

Last / Masterpost / Next

Summary: For the past thirteen years, a secretive organization has been raising two groups of superpowered children. Half of them, since their very first memories, have been told they’ll grow up to be brave and strong superheroes; the rest were taught a much harsher view of the world, and groomed to become villains. Neither group knows of the other’s existence. But when a certain trio of heroes-to-be meets two future villains who really just want to be left alone, they all realize how much they haven’t been told.

Warnings: non-graphic violence, bullying, child abuse, sympathetic/good Deceit (Devon) is a main character

A/N: And I said, "I'll start updating regularly again." You know, like a liar. (but actually tho im doing a big bang so it's unlikely i'll be able to even try to update anything else regularly until the end of summer :/)

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Late Saturday morning, Thomas regarded the trunk of his car skeptically. “I really don’t think we needed to buy so many tiny flashlights and screwdrivers.”

“Uhm, I really think we did. Who’s the more experienced thief here, Thomas?” Remy’s unsubtle hand gestures made it clear what the answer was supposed to be.

“Just because you stole gum from a convenience store when you were thirteen—”

“I’m now a master criminal, yes, exactly. I’m glad you understand. The tiny flashlights are super important, trust me.”

Thomas sighed, amused. “If you say so. You gonna help me carry these bags?”

“Nope.”

“Remy—”

“I don’t have time, hon, I gotta go talk to Emile about all this, remember?” He neatly dodged Thomas’s attempt to foist a grocery bag on him. “I know you’re gonna miss me, but I’ll see you later, babe, don’t worry.”

Thomas scoffed and swatted his arm, which backfired a bit in that it nearly made him drop one of his bags. “I’ll live.” His words may have been dismissive, but he was smiling. That smile was still on his face as he made his way into the building and through the hallways to his own room. Most of the snacks were left there to be distributed later. He took the rest, along with the less innocuous items hidden at the bottom of the bags, and went down the hall to Logan, Roman, and Patton’s room.

“Good morning,” he called, after knocking in a pattern they’d agreed on the previous night so they would know it was him. He set the bags down and pressed a hand over his mouth in an effort not to “aww” out loud when he saw the kids.

They were all piled together in the blanket fort, and it looked like they’d been there the whole night. Patton was still asleep, tangled in a blanket, while Logan used him to prop up the book he was explaining to Devon- who, of course, tried to act like he already knew it, but his eyes were wide with interest. Meanwhile, Virgil was still curled up under Patton’s arm, where he’d become trapped at some point in the night, and Roman was telling him some grand story, complete with illustrations and various bits acted out. The smaller boy looked enthralled, if a little wary of all the wild gesturing. Roman paused mid-emphasis when Thomas walked in, just short of smacking Logan in the face, and Devon reached out and slowly pushed his arm back down.

Thomas smiled. “Hey guys, I brought you some stuff.”

“Ooh! What is it? Did you get good snacks?” Roman scrambled out of the fort and almost tripped on Patton, who had started to wake up. He turned over, holding Virgil to his chest like a teddy bear. The latter made a face and squirmed away, causing Patton to finally open his eyes.

“Oh. Sorry,” he laughed. Virgil waved him off with a shrug.

The kids gathered around, and Thomas started to show them what he and Remy had bought. “Of course I got good snacks, who do you think I am? Most of them are staying in my room for now, though, because I know you guys.”

There was a chorus of “aww.”

“Other than that, I got some clean clothes for you two, so you won’t need to keep wearing the same outfits all the time or borrow from the other kids. But I had to guess at your sizes, so if something doesn’t fit, tell me, okay?”

Devon and Virgil nodded shyly and took the clothes, hiding them under blankets in the fort for now. They would try them on once Thomas was gone; changing with him right there would be embarrassing, even if he couldn’t see them behind the blankets that hung down.

“Now… everybody come close, this part is secret. Remember the plan we talked about?” They all nodded. “I know not all of you were sure if you wanted to help, and I’m not trying to push you into it or anything, but I got you all some stuff for it- if anyone decides they don’t want to come, that just means there’s extras for those who do participate.”

“I’m coming!” Roman reminded him, in his version of a whisper.

Thomas laughed. “You made that clear, don’t worry. So, uh, we’ve just got a few little things that might be useful- most of it Remy insisted on, so don’t ask me what the putty is for.”

“Ooh, you were with Remy?” Patton grinned, clearly believing he was being subtle.

“We were just doing boring work things, so shush- and quit doing that thing with your eyebrows at me, Logan.” Thomas blushed, wishing he knew how to stop letting children embarrass him. The shopping trip may have been a boring work thing, but it was very hard to convince himself Remy hadn’t been lowkey flirting with him the entire time nonetheless. “Take the stuff already and leave me alone.”

“How about this,” Roman offered, “we’ll stop if and only if you let us have a movie night! I mean, we really need to- did you know they haven’t seen any Disney movies?!”

Thomas hummed, pretending to think hard about it. “That sounds like a deal I can agree to. I’ll bring my laptop in here for you later, how about that? I know you’d rather use the big TV screen," he said over disappointed protests, "but I really don’t want to risk having Devon and Virgil leave the room when it’s not necessary, alright?”

“I guess,” Roman huffed. “But that means you have to give us more snacks for it!”

“Whatever you say.”

Movie night, naturally, had to wait until it was at least evening- you couldn’t very well have one in the morning. Roman and Patton spent nearly all the preceding time planning it and gushing about how amazing it was going to be, to the point where the other three almost wished they weren’t having it, if only to get some peace and quiet. By the time Thomas came back after dinner to let them borrow his computer, the blankets in the fort had been rearranged countless times, and the kids had a list of everything else they wanted in order to make it absolutely perfect. Thomas went along with some of their requests, if not the ones like ‘a bunch of plastic balls so we can turn the room into a ball pit,’ and they managed to get everything arranged without anyone yelling at each other.

The movie they’d all decided on for tonight was Sleeping Beauty- they should start with a classic, right? Logan was in charge of holding the popcorn, because he was the only one who could be trusted not to spill it or eat it all himself. During the opening credits, Roman bounced in place impatiently, while Patton carefully arranged his stuffed animals so he could hold them all and none would feel left out, ignoring Logan’s reminder that they were inanimate objects and had no feelings to hurt. When he was finally satisfied and looked up, he caught Virgil staring at him, looking conflicted. As soon as their eyes met the smaller boy looked away, blushing and wrapping the too-long sleeves of his jacket around himself. He and Devon had changed into their new clothes by now, but he’d refused to give up that hoodie any longer than was needed to wash it, and even that had been a struggle.

“Hey, Virgil?”

He looked up again, defensive.

“Do you wanna hold one of my toys?”

Virgil shook his head roughly, retreating into his hood. He didn’t need toys, he wasn’t a baby.

“Are you sure? This one’s all the way on the outside, I’m afraid it’s gonna get lonely… would you mind just holding onto it for me?” He held out a black stuffed cat, clearly well-loved by the fact it was missing an eye. Virgil hesitated, but finally took it, setting it down on his lap just so Patton wouldn’t be disappointed. Maybe it wasn’t too bad to hold it for him, as long as he wasn’t actually hugging it or anything.

“Oh- look, look, it’s starting!”

They both turned back to the screen at Roman’s exclamation. The credits had ended, and the fairy-tale book was opening.

“In a far-away land, long ago…”

Roman watched Devon and Virgil, waiting for them to see how great the movie was. Unfortunately, they didn’t seem too impressed. “Don’t you like it?”

Virgil shrugged.

“It’s kinda boring,” Devon admitted. “Like, oh, there’s a king and a queen and a princess and they’re rich and perfect and everyone loves them- who cares?”

“That’s because this is the exposition,” Logan pointed out. “We need to know who they are before we can get to the real beginning of the story, in which a—”

Roman swatted his arm. “Don’t spoil it!”

The movie continued up to the celebration of the baby Aurora’s birth.

“Those gifts suck,” Devon decided. “Why couldn’t they give the princess something cool? They could’ve given her magic powers and instead they just made her really pretty and good at singing.” Virgil nodded in agreement, making a face. They were both startled out of their snark when Maleficent appeared.

“She’s an evil fairy,” Roman stage-whispered.

Logan added on, “It was a great insult for the king and queen to invite everyone in the kingdom and not her, especially when she’s so powerful.”

It was hard to tell if the intended audience for these explanations was actually listening. They were staring at the screen, wide-eyed, as Maleficent turned around and cursed the princess. Roman took this as a good sign that they weren’t bored anymore.

“It’s just so impractical,” complained Logan, watching the pile of spinning wheels burn. “I mean, has the king even considered what this will do to the price of cloth in his kingdom? Everything will have to be imported!"

“Shut up, it’s a fairy tale,” Roman whined.

Devon looked almost impressed. “You know, he has a point.”

“Oh, just watch the movie.”

The three fairies, at least, were not a point of contention. It was generally accepted that, being fairies, they shouldn’t be expected to make sense- although, really, hiding Aurora away from civilization to keep her safe wasn’t such a bad idea.

“Maleficent doesn’t know anything about love, or kindness…”

When said Maleficent came back, it was hard not to notice the younger boys’ nerves. Logan saw Devon go very still and quiet next to him, no longer making fun even though Maleficent’s weird little minions were objectively ridiculous, and Patton could feel Virgil jump with every angry lightning strike, holding the stuffed cat tightly to his chest.

“It’s okay,” Patton told them in a whisper, “she doesn’t win.”

Roman was beginning to despair. “Don’t spoil it, Pat.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “It’s hardly a massive plot twist, Roman. In movies like this, the good guys always win.”

Thankfully, the tension was dispersed by a transition to a much lighter scene. Even Virgil relaxed and giggled at the fairies’ attempt to create a birthday party. Some of the humor was lost on them, however- they didn’t have the faintest idea how to sew or bake, either. What was a “tsp?” The other kids seemed to know. Maybe it should have been obvious what exactly Flora and Fauna were doing wrong.

The scene with Aurora-slash-Briar Rose and Prince Philip… didn’t go over quite so well.

“Oh, oh, he’s back, look! With a horse! Bet you think he’s cool now, right?”

The prince promptly fell off said horse into a stream, and Virgil snickered, raising an eyebrow at Roman. That was about as clear a wordless answer as he could ask for.

And now, the princess was dancing around singing about love?

“Gross,” muttered Devon and Logan in unison.

“It doesn’t make any sense,” Logan continued as the two finally danced together. “I suppose I can understand her falling in love so quickly, given that he’s not only a handsome prince, but also the first person she’s ever met besides her guardians.”

“So you admit he’s handsome!”

“But what reason does Philip have for suddenly loving her so much, he’d rather marry her than become king? He’s only known her for a few minutes, and most of that was just listening to her sing without even seeing her.”

“The fairies did give her a magically good voice,” Devon mused. “Maybe she enchanted him to fall in love with her without realizing it.”

Roman reached over and gave them both a light shove. “It’s romantic, quit ruining it!”

“I think it’s cute…”

”Thank you, Patton!”

If Devon was oddly quiet after that, it was because he was grossed out by the sappy love stuff, and then worried about Maleficent’s bird finding the fairies- definitely not anything to do with the song about dreaming of having a friend hitting just slightly close to home. At least the kings were funny.

“Okay, maybe he’s a little cool,” Devon finally mumbled, watching Philip tell his father he was going to marry the random girl he’d just met. That was still a dumb decision, but anyone who could argue with a king and not be at all scared was at least slightly impressive.

Nobody really liked the part where Aurora was all distraught about not being able to meet Philip, so after a bit of sad silence, Roman took the opportunity to check in. “Do you guys like it so far?” he asked, clearly needing the answer to be yes.

Virgil nodded hesitantly, and Devon shrugged: “It’s… not bad. But I still think there should be less stuff about love, and—”

He gasped and cut himself off when Maleficent appeared in the fireplace. Virgil pressed up against him, eyes almost as wide as the hypnotized princess.

“Should’ve known she could just make another spinning wheel…” He tried to sound cool and unimpressed, and not scared. “Stupid king. She’s magic.”

Virgil whispered something in his ear.

“Oh, yeah- it doesn’t even matter, anyway, right? They can just get the prince to come back and kiss her, ‘cause they’re already in love.” His face scrunched up at the thought of kissing, but it was a solution.

However, as everyone else already knew, it wasn’t that easy.

Virgil sat up so quickly when Philip was attacked and captured by Maleficent’s minions that he would have fallen over, had Patton not been there to catch him.

“But did you see how many of ‘em he fought off before they got him?!” Roman punched the blankets around him to demonstrate, making sound effects.

If Roman was still happy, that probably meant Philip would be fine, right? Not that Virgil cared what happened to some stupid prince in a movie. Maleficent could kill him, for all Virgil cared. …But she wouldn’t, right? No, that wouldn’t happen, Patton and Logan had said she didn’t win in the end.

That reasoning didn’t stop both him and Devon from remaining tense for… pretty much the entire rest of the movie. Even if Philip was okay, they really didn’t like seeing him in Maleficent’s dungeon. At least in the Room they didn’t get chained up- Virgil shuddered at the thought.

“See!” Roman exclaimed triumphantly, when the fairies finally arrived to help him get out. “I told you he was cool!”

“I guess,” said Devon, sounding a whole lot more impressed than he wanted to let on. “Fairies are still doing most of the work, though.”

Then came the most exciting part of all: the final battle between Philip and Maleficent. From the moment she landed in front of the castle and turned herself into a dragon until the end of the movie, there were no snarky comments to be heard, and hardly even any disgusted faces made when Aurora was awakened by true love’s kiss.

“See? You didn’t need to be so worried, good prevailed in the end!” It wasn’t until Roman turned to face the two younger boys, and saw them still pale and anxious despite the movie being over, that he realized worrying about the ending may not have been the full issue. “Um… Guys? Is something wrong?”

Virgil and Devon had a brief, tense whispered conversation before Devon spoke up- very quietly, almost like he didn’t want to be heard.

“Are we evil?”

In the moment of stunned silence that followed, Virgil climbed over him, conspicuously placing himself between his friend and Roman. He didn’t seem to realize he was still clutching Patton’s stuffed cat.

“Wh- no! Of course not!” Roman jumped to his feet to emphasize how serious he was, and they both flinched a little. “Why would you think that?!”

Devon waited for Virgil’s cautious nod before saying anything else. “It’s just- Maleficent… she was evil, and she looked like us, kind of, and- and she could shapeshift like me.” He touched the scales on his face and remembered the dragon. “So- it seemed like… the movie was saying those things are evil. I dunno, it’s dumb,” he trailed off, shrinking behind Virgil. “I- I mean, we already knew we’re villains…”

“No, you’re not,” Roman said firmly. He pushed the laptop aside and sat down in front of them, so they couldn’t avoid looking at him. “You’re not anything like her! You’re not evil, you’re nice and you care about people and- and if anything, you’re more like Aurora.”

They both looked up, if only so he could see their skeptical faces. How did that make any sense? She was a princess.

“No, really,” he insisted. “Because you didn’t even do anything wrong, but the teachers and everyone are trying to hurt you because they’re the evil ones, but now you’re gonna get a happy ending! Because I’m the Prince, and I’ll fight them for you.” He stood again and struck a pose to demonstrate.

Devon gave him a soft, genuine smile, then smirked as a thought occurred to him. “Just don’t try to kiss us.”

“Ew, no!”

Everyone laughed. As Roman sat back down, he almost didn’t feel the tug on his shirt. He looked over to see Virgil looking not-quite-at him, chewing on his lip nervously. Once he saw he had Roman’s attention, he took a deep breath, squeezed his eyes shut and went for it.

“T-thanks. For saying that.”

In an ironic turn of events, Roman was speechless. Virgil’s voice, now that he heard it, was lower than he would have expected from such a tiny kid, and somewhat rough- maybe because he hardly ever talked. And now he was peeking up through his bangs, waiting for Roman’s reaction, looking like he kinda wanted to run away. Oh, shoot, Roman needed to say something back and not make it awkward, didn’t he?

He pushed through his shock to answer, “Of course. It was all true, after all.” Then he nudged Virgil’s hood back slightly in order to mess up his hair, because he couldn’t let things get too mushy. Virgil hissed and smacked his hand away, and the natural order of things was restored.

“But really though, what did you think of the movie?”

Virgil curled up in the blankets. His heart was still beating too fast just from saying four words- if he talked any more, he was afraid he might die from it. But he gave Roman a shy thumbs-up, and from the grin he got in response, that seemed to be good enough.

#sanders sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #sympathetic deceit #patton sanders #logan sanders #my post #my writing #on the other side

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diiambee · 5 years

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Not The Rival I expected...

Yooseven High School AU given to me by a friend! [doesntknowifsheshouldtagthemornot]

Let's start shall we^^

•••

“Hey mom”

“Morning to you to sweetie”

Yoosung gives his mother a soft smile; he enters their small car with his backpack hanging from his shoulder.

His blonde hair as decently groomed as possible for someone like him; aka someone who doesn’t bother on how well groomed he is.

His uniform, a white button-down long sleeved, grey vest, black blazer and his dress pants, was smoothened and ironed. His black shoes shined thanks to the constant waxing the poor accessory had to endure.

Were it not for the school symbol encrypted on his blazer chest pocket he would have looked like a super young business man.

This is all due to his mother’s constant reminders that he has to look his best for his first day as a first year high school student. A yellow plaid tie lay around his neck, proudly signifying him as a new 10th year.

He was the highest top in his years in the same school. He doesn’t mean to brag, but he felt proud about that.

Beep

His phone vibrates in his pockets. He fishes the black mobile out of his pocket before unlocking it; cheking the ID number from his contacts.

MICHA-RENA🎊🎊

Yoosung feels his mouth tug upwards as his best friend’s ID flash on his screen.

“Is that Mi-cha?”

Yoosung chuckles.

“Ya, mom”

His mother makes a swift turn before continuing.

“Are you sure you don’t have any feelings for her anymore?”

Yoosung felt a twinge of annoyance towards his mother flare up. They were best friend through and through, especially after MC realized he DID have a small, embarrassing crush on her; she was pretty chill about it though…

“Yes mom, I don’t. Besides you know she likes someone”

It’s his mother’s turn to chuckle.

He rolls his eyes as he checks the text.

::YO YO YOOSUNG IM AT THE SCHOOL GATES! EXCITED TO SEE YOU UWUWUWUWU💕👉😎🙏👐👌👏🎶💚💜❤💙💓🐱🐹💞🐭🎆🎇☀️✴️💛😊😀😁😂😃😇😄😆🤗☺🤔🙂:

He couldn’t stifle his laughter as the abusive use of emojis was presented to his purple eye.

He types in a reply.

::Excited to see you too MC;; stop abusing those poor emojis tho! Anyway, once I get there we can plot on how to get Jaehee to be yours!:

His thumbs hits the send button as a broad smile present itself on his face.

Mc has been crushing on the, and he quotes: “Smartest, kindest and most beautiful girl on campus! She is perfection presented by God himself to our classrooms, cafeterias, etc!!! SHE IS A GODDESS YOOSUNG! A. G O D D E S S” , Jaehee Kang.

She was secretary for the student council, top in her grade, and a grade higher than him and Mc.

A second beep presents another reply.

::SKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKS YEET YEET SKRRT SKRRT YUP HAHAH SHUSH WE STILL NEED TO GET YOU A PARTNER—Are you sure you have no feelings for anybody on student council???👀👀👀:

H shakes his head dismissively, like a parent at a child. His mother takes another turn.

::No, the president is a personal story;; Jumin, no. nothing against him but I doubt it. And no, don’t even try Zen. He treats me like a child-:

Their president and Vice president were third year highschoolers, V and Jumin Han.

V and he already knew each other thanks to Rika, his cousin who was a college student. He didn’t particularly like V, and it showed. Yet V still treated him like a little brother.

Jumin Han, known for being rumoured as gay and pinning after Zen, wasn’t exactly a good choice either. He was good looking, rich, all that good jazz; It’s just he seems to always be preoccupied with his cat, schoolwork, and blind dates his father sets him up.

Zen, most handsome boy on the block, school girls craves for his existence! Good looking, hardworking, and sincere. Although can be overprotective over MC and Yoosung. Will forever nag Yoosung for his decision, so a hard pass for him. Plus he can be such a narcissist.

::We’ll find one soon enough! See ya Yoosungie~~~:

::See you too Mc^^:

Yoosung closes his phone and watches as his mother manoeuvres her way around the road.

“My baby is growing up so fast!”

She exclaims, using a tone often used towards babies or small baby animals.

“Mom! Stop treating me like a child! I’m seventeen by now!”

His mother chuckles as her son flushes due to embarrassment. His cheeks were covered with pink.

“Aw, sorry darling, it’s just I’m going to miss my little baby~”

She continues to coo. Yoosung sighs before chuckling.

He looks out his window.

“I can walk from here”

His mother nodded. She knows she can trust her son to walk from here to his school. Besides, it’s only a few blocks away.

“Okay, good luck Yoosung”

He kissed his mother on the cheek before breaking into slight jog to his school. 30 minutes before class started, he doesn’t feel like getting late.

***

“Kim, Yoosung”

“Here”

He luckily arrived just in time, having a slight chat with Mc before going to his chair. Although something did seem off about today. Just as he was entering the classroom he ended up bumping into a redhead, who had glasses that looked like it belong to Hairy Porter.

They both ended up awkwardly apologizing to each other before proceeding to their respecting seats. Although, something felt odd about him..

Anyway, back to the present.

Mr. Jae-Jin, their class adviser and their math teacher, was calling names off a piece of paper; probably the list of the students who enrolled.

As far as Yoosung knew, there were no new students in their class. That would be impossible considering the fact the class he was in was higher than the res of the class.

“Im, Mi-cha?”

“Here!”

He continued on, ending at last. Mr. Jae-Jin clears his throat.

“Welcome back class, it is a pleasure for me to be your teacher. Although I’m confident you already know me. I am certain there is one member of this class who I didn’t say the name of”

Murmurs and whispers exchange everywhere, behind, beside, up front.

“Yes, if I could have Mr. Choi”

Choi?

Yoosung felt a pang of great nervousness whoosh over him as their teacher reveal the student’s last name. So far, no Choi he has ever met did him any good.

Glam and Sarah Choi fiasco with Jumin was a mess. Sarah was trying to get Jumin to like her through blackmails, she got Mc to.

There was also Hyungie Choi. She falsely accused Zen of sexual harassment in front of the entire school and faculty. It took some time before completely clearing his name thanks to a local fish bread vendor in their school cafeteria.

The three of them were beautiful, but extremely selfish.

He didn’t know if he could trust this Choi.

He takes in a deep breath, and decided to look up front then focusing in the past. He was told many times there things he needed to let go…

But upon laying his eyes up front, he felt a great sense of déjà vu.

It was the same boy bumped into. Red hair, glasses, thin figure aswell.

“Class, meet Luciel Choi"

#yooseven #mysme yoosung #mysme 707 #mysme jumin #mysme zen #mysme jaehee #highschoolau #help #i have no words #i have no self control #in scares #i have no life #im not sorry btw #hahahahahaha #hello people reading these tags #i spent so much time on this--

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lit-erary-memes · 5 years

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Old Piece of Writing I Want To Share

This piece was written based off of a piece of music that I enjoyed to the ends of the earth. As I’m visiting new pieces of music in my studies I wanted to unearth this piece of work again.

In this piece two young children are playing an imaginary adventure game. However, I didn’t want to just have it be two children playing in a backyard, so instead of that I began playing around with switching between what is actually going on in the backyard vs what the children see in their imagination. This piece always brought me back to the times I would play imagination games as a young child.

“Peter! You made it!” Léo yelled from his porch. The blond boy, Peter, smiled and began running to meet his friend. As soon as he reached Léo, Peter was enveloped in a warm hug that only his best friend could provide.

“Totally! I was so excited for that story that you promised to tell me that I could barely sleep last night.” Léo smiled and his blue eyes twinkled with the excitement held by his plan for the day.

“Oh, I won’t just be telling you a story. We’re going on a great expedition into the jungle. We’re going to recreate the expedition when the necklace of Dead Raiders Hollow was finally taken. I heard that the necklace was worth,” Léo paused and started counting on his fingers until he just threw his hands up, “More money than I can even count!” he exclaimed. Peter’s eyes brightened with wonder as he listened to his enthusiastic friend. “We’re going to travel to the jungle where Dead Raiders Hollow is and steal that necklace just like in the story my dad told me. But it’ll be dangerous. Do you still wanna do this with me?” Léo asked. The slightly younger boy looked up to Léo and nodded vigorously. Léo beamed down at him, Peter looking up at Léo at the same time. “I knew you wouldn’t back down from this,” Léo said with a beaming smile.

Léo gently grabbed Peter by the wrist and quickly lead him to the backyard, which, in the eyes of the young boys was transforming into the jungle known to surround Dead Raiders Hollow. Léo, keeping his hold of Peter, bent down and picked up a stick around the same length as his arm and began to use the stick to hack away at the imaginary vines. In Peter’s mind the stick had become a shining machete, swiftly slashing through vines and clearing a path through the jungle.

Both Peter and Léo stopped and looked around with wonder at the world that their imaginations had constructed around them. Vines swung low from the tall trees that towered over the two young boys. Up in the canopy, a cacophony of cries and screams from monkeys and birds alike erupted as the forest came to life around the boys. Suddenly, a brightly coloured parrot dipped in front of them, causing Peter to scoot back, closer to Léo.

Peter gently glanced at Léo and saw that his clothing had changed to that of a grand explorer of the amazon. His typical blue t-shirt with a green dinosaur on it had been replaced with a tan button down shirt with the short sleeves cuffed and the top two buttons were flung open as if the buttons had been caught on a twig and pulled. His jeans were replaced with khaki shorts that had a plethora of pockets with who knows what stored in them. His sneakers, with velcro not laces as he had yet to learn how to tie his shoes yet, were replaced with brown hiking boots splattered with mud.

After examining his friend’s outfit, Peter jerked his head and stared down at himself. He had changed clothing too! Except, he didn’t look like the hardened explorer that Léo had turned into. Instead, he was wearing the clothing of a field researcher. His red shirt donned with a cartoon dalmatian, his absolute favorite type of dog, had been replaced with a similarly coloured flannel shirt. The long sleeves were rolled up to the elbows and he had a watch strapped to his wrist, which, although he owned one he never wore because he was afraid to dirty it. His blue shorts were replaced with denim jeans, and although he hated belts on a normal day, he had a leather belt adorning his waist with different scientific instruments strapped on. Just like a superheros tool belt, Peter thought to himself.

Unlike Léo, Peter had a backpack slung on his back with all of his equipment that he would need for different science observations. Just like Léo, his sneakers, Peter had laces since his big brother had taught him how to tie his shoes that summer, had been replaced with large and clunky hiking boots.

Peter, bright eyed, looked up and saw that Léo had once again began to pull him along, deeper into the jungle. He followed closely behind as more birds began to sing in the trees surrounding them. “How far are we from where we are going?” Peter gently asked his slightly older friend.

“It shouldn’t be long now, but as soon as we get there we are going to need to be really careful. My dad said there were traps around every corner,” Léo responded, thinking back to the story that his dad had told him. Just as Peter was when Léo was leading him to the temple, Léo had been wide eyed and in complete awe as his dad told him a story filled with adventure and danger. Sometimes he had hid his face behind his treasured stuffed dragon named Coal because his dad had said something really scary or he was afraid that the adventurer in the story would activate a trap.

The trees around the duo began to clear out and the animal calls were becoming few and far between. The creatures of the forest must have known that the temple ahead was filled with an incredible amount of dangers. Once the boys entered a clearing Peter stopped short of his next step. Thanks to the active imagination that he possessed as a young child, he saw a looming temple straight out of a history book in front of them.

The gray stone that the temple was made out of was crawling with different shades of moss. On each side of the temple that Peter could see there were large stairs leading up to the top entrance of the temple. “Is that where we’re going?” Peter asked Léo, an ounce of fear lacing his voice as he was dwarfed by the temple.

“We’re going in there. Deep in there, that’s where the treasure is,” Léo answered and began walking up towards the staircase. Peter lingered for a minute before running up to Léo and gripping the back of his shirt. “Come on Peter, I’ll keep you safe,” Léo said with a large and goofy grin.

Stones tumbled as the duo climbed the temple. About halfway up the staircase Léo suddenly lunged forward as a portion of the stair that he was stepping on crumbled. “Léo! Are you alright?” Peter cried as he kneeled down next to Léo.

“I’m alright. It’s just a little scratch. I’ll be alright,” Léo reassured his worried friend. They continued the climb and after a minute they found themselves at the entrance to the temple.

“Do we have to go in there?” Peter whimpered, staring into the darkness. “I’m scared of the dark,” he whispered.

“I’ll be right here next to you,” Léo confirmed as he took a step forward into the dripping darkness. Peter took a deep breath, steeling himself, as he followed suit after Léo. The duo walked a few steps into the darkness until a roaring light suddenly erupted around them as torches blazed to life.

Léo, without missing a beat, grabbed the torch closest to him like he had seen the strong leads in action movies do as Peter began to look around. With a scream, the younger boy realized that directly to his right was the skeleton of a former explorer. He jumped away from the skeleton and began to fall down a flight of stairs. Peter flailed as he fell until he landed with a dull thud at the bottom of the staircase.

As Peter began to cry from the fall the world his imagination created faded around him. He found himself at the bottom of the treefort in Léo’s backyard. “Peter!” Léo cried as he dashed down to where Peter sat, his sneakers lighting up with his slamming steps. “Are you okay?” He questioned as he kneeled next to his whimpering friend.

“My knee hurts,” Peter mumbled, holding his hand to a bleeding scrape on his knee.

“Here,” Léo said as he gently moved Peter’s hand and kissed his knee. “My mom always does this when I get hurt so it should help you too.” Peter smiled at his friend. His eyes shining with moisture as he laughed. “Come on, we’ve got to keep moving if we want to find this treasure today,” Léo stated as he held his hand out to help his younger friend up.

In a flash of colour his imaginative world lit up around Peter again. He found himself at the bottom of a crumbling staircase where he had been deposited when he had fallen. His clothing was dirty and a cloud of dust erupted, surrounding the duo as Peter attempted to brush himself off. Léo laughed and faked a hacking cough. He stopped and gave Peter a grin. “Did you fall down stairs? Or did you fall into a sand trap?” Léo joked with a teasing tone.

“I fell down stairs Léo,” Peter huffed in embarrassment. “Let’s just keep going and get to the treasure,” he mumbled.

“I’m sorry Peter, I was just teasing,” Léo apologized, not wanting his best friend mad at him. Peter smiled and nodded understandingly. The friends continued walking and on the walls lit by the flickering glow of torches lining them were lines upon lines of carved text.

“B-Be, Bewaa,” Peter started sounding out the beginning of the carvings. He had just been learning to read the year before but it had been coming hard to him. “Beware,” He finally said with pride and started on the next word. “Tho, those, those!” Peter exclaimed.

“Beware those who venture forth. Explorers, scientists, raiders, and thieves. The path in front of you is da, dan,” Léo huffed. He had learned to read a few years earlier when he was four, but being only seven he still had some problems with larger or longer words. “Dangerous,” he sounded out and then continued. “And you may not leave this temple alive. The king of this hollow does not want you here. Leave while you still have the chance of leaving alive,” Léo finished and glanced over at his friend. Peter had wide eyes and had gone back to gripping Léos hand. “Do you still want to do this?” He asked. Peter nodded with determination.

With a gentle tug of his hand he began leading Peter down the hallway. “How far underground are we?” Peter quietly asked to his friend.

“We’ve only gone down about one story, so from your room to the kitchen,” Léo explained. Peter hummed at his response. “The first puzzle should be down on the next floor, so we just have to go down one more flight of stairs before we get to the good stuff,” Léo said with excitement shining in his eyes.

“Hey Léo, tell me more about the treasure that we’re looking for,” Peter requested.

Léo nodded and launched into his explanation. “Well, you see there was a beautiful princess that lived in this area before she died. She was given the necklace by her mom. She died when she was fourteen so her dad built a temple to keep her in and in order to remember her. The story of what happened to the princess traveled far and wide. The rumor about her priceless necklace had been passed around and a whole lot of thieves heard about it and decided that they wanted the money.

“Hundreds of thieves and explorers came in here and tried to steal the necklace, but none of them were able to solve any of the puzzles in the temple. My dad told me this story a while ago and I figured that with you by my side we would be able to solve all of the puzzles in here, just like we always do when your brother gives us riddles to figure out,” Léo explained as him and Peter began to descend down the next flight of stairs. Léo kept a firm hold on the torch as he lit the way in front of their feet, and Peter kept a tight hold on his friend’s hand, afraid to repeat his earlier tumble.

The two boys stopped at the landing and looked at the new scene in front of them. The tiles on the floor had changed from their earlier stone appearance. “What do you think these symbols mean?” Léo asked his puzzle loving friend.

Peter loosened his grip and picked up one of the medium sized rocks scattered around his feet. He tossed it onto one of the tiles and saw a poison dripped arrow zip past their faces. Peter gasped and pulled back, hitting Léo’s chest with his back. “Well, I guess you found out what the puzzle we have to solve is. If we step on the wrong tile a poison tipped arrow will fly out and hit us,” Léo mumbled. “Which tile did you throw the stone onto?” Léo asked.

“I threw it onto the tile with that weird bird symbol on it.”

“Okay, so bird isn’t safe, do you think we have enough rocks around us to test the different tiles to find the safe ones?” Léo questioned, to which Peter nodded. He picked up another stone and threw it onto a stone marked with a dog. Another arrow flew past them. “Bird and dog,” Léo mumbled, repeating the two animals in order to remember.

Another stone, another arrow. The tossing continued until they were all out of rocks and only the tiles with the panther, or was it a cougar Léo couldn’t remember the difference, did not shoot out the life ending arrows. “I guess we can only walk on those tiles,” Léo stated. “You go first and I’ll be right behind you to help you,” Léo told Peter.

With a slightly shaky breath Peter took the first step onto the tiled puzzle. Léo followed quickly behind his friend. They slowly walked in line towards the end of the puzzle when Peter suddenly stumbled as he attempted to take a large step to the next tile. He cried out and just before he could land on an unsafe tile Léo gripped him and pushed him off of the puzzle. With a fast leap, Léo followed suit quickly behind. His heel brushed one of the last unsafe tiles and an arrow whizzed past as Peter grabbed his arm and pulled his slightly older friend onto safe ground. The pair tumbled to the ground and lay breathing quickly from the anxiety that had manifested itself in the two.

“That was close,” Peter breathed as he stood up, once again wiping dust and dirt off of his clothing. All Léo did was nod and left the torch he had been carrying on the ground as the walls had become brighter with the accumulation of more torches on the walls. Léo figured that they would be good without the added light of constantly carrying a torch, plus he was tired of carrying around the large flaming stick, he didn’t realise how people carried those around for an entire movie. Those action movies he had seen were long.

“There should be two more puzzles if what my dad told me is true. We should get moving if we want to be done before lunch time, my mom said that she would make your favorite,” Léo informed Peter. Peter’s face lit up with glee as he thought of the perfect grilled cheese sandwiches that Léo’s mom would make for them when Peter would spend the night, and sometimes on days when he would only come over around lunchtime too.

“Let’s go!” Peter chanted, fueled with nex energy with the excitement about his approaching lunch. Léo laughed and followed his friend.

The second puzzle didn’t require them to go down another flight of stairs, for which Peter was grateful. However, when the two boys came to a door that loomed above them they both froze. “This looks like it,” Léo whispered, suddenly afraid.

“What does that say?” Peter asked his Léo, referring to the words carved onto the door.

“Inside this door, you will be faced with, gn, gnash, gnashing! Gnashing teeth and shining claws. Do not go forth unless you are prepared to fight,” Léo read, moving his hand so that it rested on the handle of his machete. As if to accentuate the fearful message, there were deep gashes left in the dark wooden door by strong claws. Peter whimpered as he looked at the slashes. “This isn’t a puzzle. This one is a fight. You were in charge of the last one, I’ll take this one,” Léo told his shaking friend, trying to sound older than he was and filled with bravery.

“Please be careful Léo, I’m scared,” Peter mumbled, shrinking back from the door. He glanced around and saw stone pillars on either side of the door, carved in the shape of some strange creature. “Léo, is that what you have to fight?” He meekly asked. Léo glanced up and nodded.

“That’s called a yali,” he stated, remembering what his dad had told him about the creature the explorers would have to fight. “It’s a Hindu creature that is part lion and part elephant. Sometimes it’s also part dog instead of elephant. And I’m pretty sure that’s what I have to fight since the princess of this temple loved dogs.” Peter gasped at the terrifying creature that he imagined.

“A-a lion?” He asked, slightly stuttering in worry. Léo simply nodded again and began to push open the door. From behind the slowly creaking door rose a booming growl. Léo drew his machete out of its holster. He pushed the door open all the way and from the shadows of the edge of the giant room rose a creature. The paws of a lion padded towards them, claws extended and scraping. Peter gazed at the face of the strange creature, the snarling face of a Great Dane stared back at Peter.

Léo pushed Peter back to the edge of the room and approached the giant creature. Peter began to breathe heavier as he saw Léo lunge straight at the creature, filled with courage that Peter did not possess. Peter grew more and more afraid as he tried to block out the terrifying image of the monster his imagination created. The monster was bigger than Léo in peters imagination, but as he tried to block out the monster it began to shrink, as did the room. The cavernous room shrunk down and a couch as well as other furniture appeared.

The yali shrunk until it was the same size as Léo. Maybe just a little bit taller. It’s body changed, no longer that of a lion, but that of Léo’s Great Dane named Athena. And the head wasn’t snarling, instead it was just normal Athena with her long tongue lolling as she panted from the summer heat. Peter’s fear began to dissipate as he saw Léo jumping around with his stick and rolling acting as if his gentle dog was a horrific monster that was attacking him. Peter smiled, no longer afraid and glanced around. In the backyard, just through the screen door that they had left open Peter could see the earlier that Léo had built with different pieces of paper that had different symbols drawn on them with crayon. With a final yell and a slash with the stick, landing just to the side of the dog as Léo would never injure Athena, he turned back to Peter. Athena, realising that Léo had had his fun, stood up from her sleepy position on the floor and lumbered out of the room.

“Come on, the door will be open to the next stairway now, we should get going,” Léo told his friend, gesturing to the screen door that they had come into the house from and the two wandered back to his backyard. Once they were again outside, Peter allowed his imagination to take over. In a blink he was back in the ageless temple hidden deep in a jungle. “There’s one more puzzle after this, but if I remember it’s a labyrinth.” Peter raised an eyebrow at the word. “A big maze. You’re a lot better at mazes than me so I’m going to be relying on you once again,” Léo told Peter, thinking of how his friend would always win when they raced to see who could finish the maze puzzles that would be on their menus at restaurants and how he would always beat Léo every single year when they would go on a trip to the largest corn maze in their town.

Peter nodded and stopped in front of a large stone door. Léo stood in front of it and yelled. “I defeated it. Open!” He yelled. With a loud rumbling sound the door began to move and Léo cried out in pride. Peter tugged at his shirt and pulled Léo down to the stairs.

“Let’s go, it’s getting close to lunchtime,” he said, once again thinking of the grilled cheese he was promised. Léo nodded and jointed Peter in his descent down the stairs. Once again, at the bottom of the stairs they found a large door. This one was stone and on the entire door was a carved maze, gray and green as the stone had been covered in a thin layer of growing moss from the age.

“Are you ready? We just need to get to the center. ” Léo voiced. Just as Léo had done earlier, Peter nodded and began to push open the door. He grunted and tried to force the door open before sheepishly looking to Léo when he couldn’t open the heavy door. With both of their forces combined the two boys opened the door. Once they pushed the door wide open, both Peter and Léo looked into the room that the doorway opened into. A silver shine greeted them, cascading down the walls of the maze.

“Mercury?” Peter whispered. Léo cocked his head at Peter for a longer explanation. Peter approached the rushing liquid. “My brother told me that this was dangerous. We shouldn’t touch it,” Peter said, explaining to Léo all he could remember from when his older brother was talking about some confusing middle school science thing. Léo nodded and gestured for Peter to take the lead.

Using his sense of direction towards the other side of the room, Peter began to show the way through the maze. After countless twists and turns, not to mention about four dead ends Peter grew frustrated. “Is there even an end to this stupid thing?” He exclaimed. His face shone silver as he looked incredibly disappointed in the fact that he had yet to find his way out of the maze. Drips and drops sounded all around the two boys as the liquid mercury continued its flow down the walls.

“I’m sure we’re almost there,” Léo reassured. “Let’s keep going and we should be there soon.” Peter sighed but started walking again until suddenly the path in front of him was a long and winding path. It spiraled around and Peter guessed that they were nearing the final part of the maze. With a newfound energy he began to run. Léo grinned and followed suit after Peter. After a minute of running the pair found themselves in the first opening of the labyrinth. In the Center was a large stone slab. “That’s got to be it,” Léo mumbled as he approached the block. “Help me push this,” he requested.

Peter stepped forward and put his hands on the block, Léo followed suit and placed his hands next to Peters. “On three,” he stated.

“One.”

The two boys steeled themselves and dug their feet into the stone beneath them.

“Two.”

They simultaneously took a deep breath.

“THREE!”

With a grunt they started pushing the block with all of their strength. “Push harder!” Léo shouted when the block began to move. Peter huffed and pushed harder. The movement of the block was slow going but eventually the block found its place in a niche in the floor, just the size of the stone block.

“Move!” Peter shouted, grabbing Léo by the back of the shirt and pulling him back as the floor that was under the block began to fall away. They both yelped as they fell backwards. Léo whimpered as his backside hit the stone. “I’m sorry Léo,” Peter said trying to comfort him.

“I’m fine,” Léo said blinking away some tears, “I just got spooked,” he reassured Peter. Peter nodded and helped Léo up so that they could watch the opening change. With a great grinding sound stairs began to appear, forced out by old mechanisms that were activated when the stone fell into its spot. “I guess it’s down there,” Léo mumbled, referring to the treasure. “Let’s go,” Léo muttered, not able to keep the slight warble of fear from his voice.

Peter, having heard the fear lacing Léo’s voice, grabbed his friends hand in a comforting gesture. “We can do this, we’ve come this far,” he said, repeating something he heard his dad say to his mom one night when she was scared. Léo nodded and took a deep breath. The pair descended the last flight of stairs, hand in hand, preparing for whatever waited for them in the darkness at the bottom of the stairs.

The moment their feet his the landing at the bottom of the stairs, the room was illuminated by brilliant fire. Léo and Peter cautiously walked towards the last door. As soon as they reached the door they stopped and looked at each other. “Together?” Léo asked.

“Together,” Peter confirmed and they began to push open the looming door. Shining light and shining sparkles were thrown towards them as they opened the door. Waterfalls of mercury cascaded along the wall and pooled in deep crevices on the ground. The pair paused and stared in wonder at the shining around them. Vines lined the walls where the liquid was not flowing, and crawled along the floor. In the Center of the room stood a raised pedestal, on top of which sat a shining necklace. A glowing gold, sharply contrasting the shining silver.

Mercury created a pool around the base with several stepping stones leading right up to it. The stones were large enough for the two boys to continue hand in hand. One step after another they made their way towards the glow of the necklace. One stone. Then two. Three. Four. Five steps later they found themselves directly in front of the necklace. Léo reached his hand out and touched the cool metal. He pulled the necklace off of the pedestal and Peter flinched as if he expected the whole temple to collapse on them in a last resort that the king built to protect the necklace of his daughter. However, nothing happened.

Peters imagination shattered the image as he heard a voice call from Léo’s house. “Boys! You’ve been out there for hours, it’s time for lunch!” Léo’s mom called to them.

“One minute mom!” Léo yelled back, then turned to Peter. “Thanks for helping me Peter. I had fun. And I’m sure I couldn’t have gotten this treasure without you,” Léo said while gesturing to the fake gold necklace he was holding. The treasure simply being a necklace he got at the arcade the weekend before. “So, you should keep it!” He declared.

Peter beamed and thanked his friend profusely. He loved the necklace and was overjoyed to be given the gift. “Here,” Léo said as he clipped the necklace around his neck. Peter brushed his hands along the cheap metal that the necklace was made out of. The pendant feeling smooth against his shirt. Peter lunged at Léo and enveloped him in a hug. The pair stayed like that until they once again heard the voice of Léo’s mom.

“Boys! Come on, it’ll get cold,” she said with a grin as she saw her son and his best friend sharing a hug. She knew that it would take more than the world could ever throw at them to destroy the bond they had.

She smiled as she saw the makeshift world that Léo had made in order to create a jungle adventure for him and his friend. The substance that she had heard the pair calling mercury throughout the day was simply cascading water from their garden fountains. The maze that they had to find their way through was made out of sticks, and she remembered seeing her husband outside helping him make a fun maze earlier in the day. The stone that the pair had pushed to get to the treasure was just a block of wood that Léo had placed over the rope ladder exit to his tree house. The pedestal that she had seen him carefully placing the necklace that he had gotten at the arcade with seventy five tickets was a chair next to their outdoor dining table.

She couldn’t help but let out a fond laugh as the pair broke away and Léo proclaimed that they would have a race. “Last one to the door sleeps on the dog bed tonight!” He yelled, knowing that Peter was going to spend the night. He had chosen the dog bed with Peter in mind. He knew just how much his friend loved his gentle dog and every single time he would spend the night he would choose to sleep on the dog bed sitting in the corner of Léo’s room with his dog instead of the pullout bed.

Without much surprise, Léo won the race. Peter acted glum, but in reality he was excited. He had always felt protected and safe, surrounded by the mound of snoring fur that was Athena.

Once the two were seated at the table and the sandwiches that Peter had been looking forward to were placed in front of them, and with Athena patiently waiting for the crumbs that the two children were bound to drop, did Peter subtly reach his hand up to feel the smooth pendent of the necklace. The necklace that he would always keep. The necklace that he would fix anytime it broke. The necklace that would always remind him of Léo. And the necklace that always reminded him. Of their exploration, of Dead Raider’s Hollow.

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