#life is hard but we go oooon

[coraorvat]

Really happy to see you in my notifications again! How have you been?

Hiiiiiiiiiii~ I'm SOOO SORRY it's been ages and I only saw your message now for some reason (T︿T) I'm so touched you noticed!! Still alive and kicking despite everything (including massive artblock), really hope you're doing well~(´꒳`)♡

#answers #friend #life is hard but we go oooon #though I found new inspiration #there's that #mb I'll defeat this block one day

[rachi-roo]

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Bungo Stray Dogs: Workplace Bullying

So, a certain someone has recently joined us here in the Armed Detective Agency~ Duck Duuuuck~ XD A gift to you @duckymcdoorknob 🤣 Here's too many more to come!

Summary: From day one, Dazai has been a bully. A rude little shit. But, in a loving and friendly way. And who is his favourite target? None other than the little kitty cat who's joined the ranks.

Lee Atsushi, Ler Dazai.

Tw: None

16/02/23

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As soon as Atsushi joined the rest of the members of the Armed Detective Agency, it was clear which one he needed to be cautious around. Dazai Osamu, of course. Not because he was a threat... Actually... He kind of is.

No, Dazai would never deliberately make an attempt at Atsushi's life, but it sure felt like it sometimes. You see, Dazai is a tickler. A sneaky one. A tickler that would strike at any moment. No matter what you're doing or how potentially dangerous it could be.

When Atsushi was bringing coffee for everyone from the cafe below. Dazai was there. "GOTCHA!" A pair of devilish hands attacking the boys unarmed sides, sending the coffee flying across the room.

Atsushi had been asked to clean the office. Dazai was there. "Coochi, coochi, coo~"Armed with the duster the second he saw an inch of exposed skin. Making the tiger cub yelp and disturb everyone's work.

Even just passing him in the hallway. "Boop~!" A stray finger always prodded at Atsushi's soft tummy or side.

And so, Atsushi soon learned he had to be weary around Dazai. But it never worked. With Dazai always being so chilled and goofy, it was impossible to tell when he was going to attack. So he was never prepared for one.

Today was no different. Not in the slightest.

"Morning." Atsushi chimed as he entered the office, seeing most of the others already working at their stations. He set his messenger bag on his desk, looking at the empty seat beside him. "Is Dazai not coming today?" He asked the busy redhead opposite him.

Junichiro shrugged, looking up from his laptop. "Dunno. I haven't seen him yet. I'm sure he'll show up eventually." He smiled.

"I guess." Atsushi nodded, sitting down at his desk and looking at the paperwork that had already been set out for him. Just some sorting that needed finishing up.

A couple minutes later, the sorting was done. Nice and neat. A quick but important job finished. Atsushi stood, stacking the papers into a pile and carrying them to the door, they needed to be taken to Fukuzawa's office to be signed.

"I'll be right back." The tiger smiled, heading down the hallway, humming to himself.

"Atsuuushiiiiiii~" A voice behind him stopped him in his tracks, sending a shiver down his spine. He looked over his shoulder, seeing no-one there.

"Um, Dazai?" Atsushi raised a brow, looking back and forth down both directions of the hallway. "Where-?"

The poor boy didn't know what hit him. Dazai suddenly dropped down from the ceiling, tackling the boy to the floor.

"MORING!!"

"GYAH!" He was pinned on his front, the papers he had so neatly stacked were sent flying.

"I got you gooood~" Dazai sang, sitting upon the small boys back with a grin. "Now, where did we leave off? Ooooh yes~ I remember~." He taunted, leaning in close to Atsushi's ear, making the boy scrunch his shoulders up.

"Wait! Wait! I-I have toho-! AHAHA!" He started giggling when he felt Dazai begin his attack, wriggling his fingers up under his arms.

"Dahazai! Ahaha! No! Rrh- No!" He clamped his arms to his sides, defensively.

"Now, now Atsushi. We both know I can tickle you elsewhere~" The cruel man chuckled, moving his hands down to the boy's ribs, poking each bone as he counted.

"Oooone~ Twoooo~ Threeee~ Oop. Lost count because you were squirming so much. Why must you make my job so hard?" He sighed dramatically. "Let's start again~"

"Gyaha! Eeehehe! S-Stop with the p-pohoking!" Atsushi giggled, flinching and gasping at each perfectly placed prod.

"No poking? If you insist." Osamu shrugged, suddenly vibrating his fingertips into the boys ribs, his tongue sticking out eagerly as he watched his little friend flail. He loved Atsushi's reactions. How he'd arch his back and yelp at certain spots.

Dazai was indeed, a merciless Ler.

"StahahaAAHA! D-azai!!!" Atsushi hiccuped, as Dazai switched to squeezing the boy's hips, clinging onto them relentlessly.

"Dahazai! Plehehease! I-I gotta delihi-! Aha!"

"You gotta whaaat? C'mon Atsushi, use your words, please. This is a professional work environment, if you can't speak up when you need to, it could cause issues." He shook his head, giving the boys sides a break, leaning back and resting his hands on the back of Atsushi's thighs, squeezing them playfully.

"AH! Nahahaha! H-Hehelp!" His little legs kicked helplessly against the wooden floorboards, his hands reaching back to try swat at Dazais legs.

"You're far too ticklish, you know. I think we should do this every day! Like endurance training! Hey? Doesn't that sound fun? Tickle, tickle, tickle~"

"Eheheheheee! Noho!"

"Well, I think it sounds great fun. You don't get a say in the matter." Dazai chuckled, sticking his hands up Atsushi's back, slowly raking his nails up and down the boy's shoulder blades and spine.

"You seemed to be in the middle of something, so I'll end this session for now." He smiled, watching as Atsushi sighed loudly, laying flat on the floor, huffing as he relaxed into the gentle back scratches from his older friend. A giddy smile on his face.

"Hah... Gee... Thanks." He wheezed out, looking at the scattered papers on the floor, knowing he'd have to reorganise them again.

Dazai climbed off his victim, petting his hair. "Want me to get some cakes from the cafe?" Atsushi looked up at Dazai, sighing with a smile. He had a funny way of making up for these tickle attacks, but they were always perfect. "Please!" Atsushi beamed.

Dazai grinned, turning on his heels, and whistling happily as he headed out to collect the treats. Had the others heard all the commotion? Yes. Were they all used to it by now and knew Atsushi wasn't being murdered? Yes. Did they also get a massive serotonin boost hearing his adorable giggling? Of course they did.

#BSD #bungo stray dogs #bsd Dazai #dazai osamu #bsd atsushi #bsd tickle fic #bsd tickles #ler dazai #lee Atsushi #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #rachi roo

[multsicorn]

somebody just said to me

"disco elysium is, above all things, a game about failure. failure and how we find ways to keep going despite it."

and i just YESSSS that's the thing.

i mean, it's funny, to try and fail the check to grab your tie so you can get dressed. to die from sitting in an uncomfortable chair or falling down as you try to skip out of paying your hotel bill with the money you don't have.

but it's also so fucking *real*, because real life is a challenge. mundane ordinary not-solving-murder-mysteries life. i fail my volition checks... all the time, lol.

'life gets haaard... but we go oooon...'

and the quote that bodies me most in the game is 'human will failed to get out of bed and tie its laces.' but it doesn't have to be tragic, and it doesn't have to be pathetic, (i don't know, what's the difference, maybe it's both?), but, has anyone in it not failed? neither the detectives nor the union nor the company negotiator can avoid a confrontation that no one wants; the commercial district is doomed and the fishing village is nearly deserted. everyone, absolutely everyone, is living in the ruins of a war that happened forty-plus years ago and was never quite rebuilt from.

but there's beauty and the unexpected, dancing and giant insects and YES, but there's also, even outside of that, life. just, i don't know. we can't stop except by dying, (and our protagonist*? Lol) has just failed to die when the game starts, but we haven't given up, either. what the hell good would that do for us.

life gets hard, but we go on.

#disco elysium #and i just said i was moving out of the fandom #well i've not moved out quite yet lol #*harry dubois has never been a protagonist in his life and sure as hell ain't about to start now

[lovingkaede]

i really liked the sad actress one you did! if you don’t mind, can you pls do the same but with kokichi, kiibo and nagito?

I am so glad you liked my previous work! ❤️ Of course I will write one for you, I hope this meets up to your expectations c: -Mod Kaede

Quick Summary: Reader is the SHSL Actor and uses their talent in more way than one, such as always willing to help anyone and is always calm and happy, but is actually a broken person.

This is sad, Kiibo play moonlight sonata

Kokichi Ouma

—When you were first introduced, Kokichi immediately took interest in you because he admired your acting skills. You could pretend to be in any mood and he wanted you to join his secret organization and work for him.

—Even though he said his pranks were harmless, you had to refuse because you wanted to help people with your talent, not put them in pain.

—"How boooring," he then left you alone. You guessed that was the end of it but he kept watching over you.

—You were trying to help anyone, putting them before you and completely ignoring the fact that you had a life of your own and still tried to keep up with everybody although you hadn't have time.

—Watching over you from afar made him realise how lonely you actually were. He saw how unhappy you were and your efforts of trying to put a smile on everyone's faces when you clearly weren't at your best. That pissed him off, truly

—"Auch-" "You shouldn't have run so carelessly, you are lucky you didn't sprain your ankle." You said as you massaged his ankle gently and smiled softly. "Does it hurt? How does it feel?" You asked him. "It doesn't hurt at all." He said, looking away in annoyance.

—"Oh, really?" You slowly took your hands off his knee because he didn't need to be massaged anymore. He made a sad face, "Wait, it hurts now!" He said dramatically. "Oh really? What can I do for you?" "Y/n, if you kissed my ankle it would get better immediately." You rolled your eyes at his request and he started to cry. "Kokichi, these are obviously crocodile tears."

—"Aw, that's a shame.." He looked aside, "I am always lying so you got used to it, huh.. You should be careful around with liars, Y/n!" He claimed with a smile. But that smile faded away as soon as he looked at you. "Though who am I to say that.. I am already friends with one." He pointed at you and you stepped back, somehow offended. "M-me?! What the.. When have I ever lied, Ouma?"

—"Come oooon, you lie all the time! Don't try to deny it because I've seen it myself! Always trying to keep up with people and ignoring your needs.. That sounds like you, doesn't it?" He smirked at you, but that wasn't a real smile at all. "You don't really have respect for yourself, do you? Because lying to yourself is the worst.. Y'know."

—Sweating a bit, you started to panic. So he knew about it..? How come? Since when?? "You don't need to be afraid, I haven't told anyone about it..." He looked at you deeply, "..Not yet, I mean."

—"W-why would you tell anyone about it?" Your voice broke a bit. That wasn't your intention- You are showing weakness, Y/n, come to your senses!!

—"Because I care about youuu, isn't that obvious?" He raised an eyebrow at you but you didn't dare to reply. This could be a lie as well. "You're only keeping this a secret because you don't have solid evidence yet, am I wrong?"

—"'You totally got me!' That's what I'd say.. But I can't deny this is one of the reasons.." Kokichi pinched your cheek playfully and annoyed you. "So for now.. I'll stay by your side until you finally decide to open up to them, okay? Because I really want to see a smile on your cute face. And that's not a lie!"

—You looked at him in the eye, nodding uncontrollably. Cooperating for now. "So good, Y/n."

Keebo

—Kiibo admired you in a hardcore level. You were just what he wanted to become. You could pretend to be anything and you understood everybody pretty good, too. You helped them in the blink of an eye and always checked up on them if they did need anything!

—He was so happy and relieved to have someone like you around. You even entertained people with your talent.. Were you an angel?

—He followed you around like a duckling because he was always so curious about you and he wanted to know more about you. Your perspective, your dreams, likes, dislikes, anything.

—Thanks to Tenko's remarks of him following you, you finally asked what was up with Kiibo. He said he wanted to be more like you, and you asked him if he wanted you to tutor him? And he said yes!

—So you started teaching him. Teaching him how human emotions are supposed to work, without making any robophobic remarks,, unlike someone he knew,,, Kiibo was taking notes the whole time and you truly helped him to understand!

—Kiibo was thinking way too highly with you and he was really affectionate with you to the point where others started to assume you guys were actually a couple. Well, you weren't denying anyways.

—But.. Kiibo noticed a big contradiction in your words. You taught him how to make somebody happy when they're upset, you taught him how to check up on people and ask if they need help and the most important part... you taught him how to ask for help, too. But you never did that?

—Yeah.. Now that he noticed, your eyes never sparkled when you laughed and you seemed very upset most of the time. He found you lost when you were alone. He noticed how you were able to change your mood, but it never felt real to him, for some reason? Was it only acting? That was heartbreaking to him. The person he admired most was having a hard time with something.. And he didn't know what to do.

—"Kiibo? Kiibo!" You've been waving for a long time when he finally noticed your presence. "Ah, Y/n! Hello, sorry I didn't notice you."

—"It's okay. Is something the matter though? You looked really unpleasant." You say worriedly and he stares at you for a while before blinking away. "No, everything's fine. Though I can't deny something about you was bothering me..."

—"What?" You asked confused and he immediately freaked out. "Wait!! I didn't mean it to come out as rude! You never bother me. I am actually so happy to see you walking around--" He was stuttering. "Sorry, Y/n.." He apologized immediately, begging for your forgiveness. "No.. It's fine, what's up?"

—"Uh-uhm.. It's just..." He looked at you in the eye before turning his head away, "You." He sure loves to confuse you! "I.. I noticed it a while ago and I am not too sure but, Y/n.. Are you in a good mood?"

—Before you could even reply he continued. "That wasn't really a question, I just think what we see isn't the real you.. You seem upset all the time, why is that? What makes you sad?" You blinked few times. Was it obvious? But you were hiding everything.. Since when has he been aware? "I am sorry if I am asking too many questions! I just got worried.. Because you always help those around you but you never ask for help. And I don't like seeing you sad, because you are really sweet when you smile."

—"Kiibo, I am fine, really-" You held your hands close to your chest and kept explaining, "I appreciate that you're worrying, but it's fine. It was only in the past.. And I've recovered now."

—"But still-!" Suddenly he held your hands and you let out a little scream, "I want to help you recover, Y/n! I know how hard it can be and I am willing to take the burden, with you." Without letting go of your hands, he continued, "So please, don't go anywhere. Don't hide anything, and try to smile.. For real. I will do my best for you."

—And now you were facing a blushing Kiibo. How sweet. Bonus points if you are also blushing.

Nagito Komaeda

—My honest opinion? He couldn't admire you more. Ultimate Actor..? Just like many other people, he saw you as his idol and always looked up to you!

—Such big shining hope... Everything about you was just perfect and flawless.

—You two often teamed up, he thought he was really lucky and happy to have someone like yoy with them! Whenever the mood was bad, you stepped in to brighten it. Without your help, the others wouldn't have moved forward.

—He always thinks very highly of you and to be honest he sees you as his Ultimate Hope, so it took him some time to actually realise that was just you pretending to be a caring person

—The first time Hajime pointed out to him, he was confused a bit. "Y/n is... Depressed? What? Are you aware they're one of the most shining people here? They're truly happ-"

—"Just shut up and look closer." Hajime told him to watch over you more carefully, and left. Nagito was confused. Out of all people.. It was you depressed? The one Nagito feels happiest when around?

—"That's nonsense... My Y/n would never.." That's what he said. He couldn't sleep that night. He felt so awful for starting to doubt you. You were always so honest with him and everyone, was that only a lie?

—There he watched you, carelessly offering help to Mikan who tripped again. You spent no time to help her stand up, you were the one first moved to help. That cannot be a lie.. But at the same time, what if it became a habit of yours?

—He hated to admit.. But Hajime was right. You weren't like what he thought of you—yes, you were an admirable person with an amazing talent and you were the sweetest person around! But.. again, yes, something wasn't right about you.

—"Nagito!" You jumped to give him a tight hug and he awkwardly hugged you back. "Huuuh?" You looked at him and smiled, "What's up?? Why aren't you hugging me properly?"

—"Ah-Sorry! I am a bit sleepy, that's all, hahah." He laughed and pat your head (ejvnmrcmcjcnc) You raised an eyebrow at him suspiciously. Ever since you started dating, it was easier for him to fall asleep. "Did you have a bad dream or anything like that?" You asked worriedly and he shook his head. "No.. Uhm, Y/n, do you want to take a walk with me? Maybe we can talk a bit."

—You were confused but still went with it. The curiosity was eating you alive but you still remained silence-just like him. When is he going to speak...? "So—uh, Y/n, it is a beautiful day, isn't it." "Y-yeah, it's beautiful indeed..." You laughed awkwardly. This is no good.

—"Y/n.. I've noticed something. I should have noticed it earlier but I only noticed it now-" You gave him the look and he stopped breathing for a second, "Sorry.. It's just that.." He bit his lip and stopped. You got a little bit inpatient. "Come on."

—"N-no, that would make you uncomfortable." He refused to speak but you gently pinched his cheek, "Just tell me. We are good, aren't we?" You gave him the puppy eyes that he couldn't resist and he sighed. "I just think.. You are having a hard time being honest with yourself."

—That was the moment it all hit you. You stopped walking and stared at him in awe. "W..What do you mean?"

—"Now don't get me wrong.. I think you're adorable and that will never change, I mean just look at you! You are always ready to help anyone and put others before you--but.. Is this how you truly mean?" He questioned you and you gulped. Shit. He knew, huh.

—"It's not like I am gonna judge you or anything, Y/n." He took your hand in his tightly just for you to know he's there. "I just wanted you to know I am here, and you can talk to me about anything. You are not alone, you got me and others, don't you?" He smiled at you softly but your heart was beating too fast to say anything. "You don't have to become someone else and hide anything. We are going to help you, just like you always do."

So this request is finally done! It took longer than I thought, to be honest.. I am sorry if these are bad djvnfnkf Anyway, hope you like it!

#danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa imagines #drv2 #danganronpa goodbye despair #drv3 #danganronpa killing harmony #kokichi ouma x reader #kokichi x reader #kiibo x reader #keebo x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito x reader

[lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks]

A fluorescent green gaze pierced through him from the rearview mirror. As much as the eye contact sent chills down Dale's spine, he didn't want to look away. Some primal part of his brain was much more comfortable keeping his eyes firmly planted on the predator in the back seat of the police car.

"Why won't he leave?" Dale whispered to his partner, the woman grit her teeth.

"I don't know, but I'm not the idiot who decided to fucking arrest him." spat Whitney.

"I didn't think it would work!" Dale hissed. They were trying to be quiet, but he was certain the ghost boy could hear them clear as day, especially with the quiet of the late night streets. "I was just following protocol. We're not supposed to ignore criminal activity."

"The protocol," Whitney's knuckles tightened on the steering wheel as she circled the block for the third time. "Is to not fuck with the ghosts Dale. Especially that one."

She jerked her head roughly to the boy in the back seat, he was looking around the car and humming to himself, he didn't appear to be paying attention, but that didn't mean he wasn't listening.

"Look I just... we need to at least keep up appearances. We can't just let people think we aren't even trying."

"Yes! Yes we can!" Whitney snapped her mouth shut as her volume started to rise with frustration, she glanced nervously into the mirror and took a deep breath before continuing in a low tone. "We aren't paid to deal with this kind of bullshit, we radio it in and let a Fenton or a Guy in White deal with it."

"Okay I get it!" Dale ran a hand through his thinning hair. "I just... I feel so pathetic doing nothing when ghosts are just running around destroying public property-"

"Oh yeah no that's fine Dale that's a great reason to go and put handcuffs on the most powerful ghost in the fucking city." Whitney took the next turn a little too sharply, Dale felt himself lurch sideways, but the boy in the back hardly moved. It wasn't especially surprising given his usual disregard for the laws of physics.

As well as all the other laws that Officer Dale was supposed to be enforcing.

"I told you I didn't think he would actually come willingly." Dale whispered harshly, his voice containing just the barest hint of hysteria. "I just wanted to show him that we aren't total pushovers, I didn't expect it to go this far."

They circled the block once more as Dale checked the rearview mirror again. Phantom was playing with his handcuffs, jiggling the chain and twisting his hands around them. It was almost like he was trying wriggle his way out of them, Dale knew perfectly well that they were just ordinary handcuffs, and he could phase through them at any moment. Phantom had to know that too.

Whitney flicked her eyes between the mirror and the road.

"Asshole," the word was barely audible, Dale would have missed it had he not seen her lips move. "He's just doing this to fuck with us."

"Of course he is." Dale rubbed at his face tiredly. "He's probably got nothing better to do, maybe he'll leave if another ghost shows up?"

"And exactly how long do you expect us to go around in circles waiting for that to happen?" Whitney asked through gritted teeth. "This is getting fucking embarrassing."

"Maybe we should just take him in," Dale sighed in defeat. Whitney took another corner way too hard, jostling him roughly in his seat.

"I am NOT taking Phantom back for processing. They will NEVER let us live this down, and I am NOT becoming the joke of the precinct because YOU decided to be a god damn moron and arrest a fucking ghost."

Another sharp turn and the entrance to the city park flew by their windows again, Dale had lost count how many times they'd circled the block, but somehow he was certain that Phantom hadn't.

The little shit was enjoying this, why couldn't he just sneak into a movie theatre to get his kicks like a normal teenager?

Whitney growled and pulled the car into a complete stop, the wheels screeched and Dale let out a loud WHUFF as the inertia jerked him hard against his seatbelt.

His partner violently wrenched the door open and pulled herself out of the car, slamming the door shut behind her with far more force than was necessary.

Dale followed suit and looked over the roof of the car as Whitney pulled open the back passenger door and whistled sharply, pointing up and out into the sky.

"Go on, get. Ride's over, you've had your fun."

"Awww come oooon," Phantom whined, "I didn't even get to hear you use the siren!"

"Don't care, we're the police, not baby sitters. Go find some ghost cops to bother."

"The ghost cops aren't as fun," Phantom moaned, but he did as he was told and stepped out of the car. "You know, you guys shouldn't swear so much around minors, you're corrupting the youth!"

"I'll corrupt my foot up your ass if you don't get going." said Whitney, flatly. She put her hand out and Phantom effortlessly dropped the cuffs from his wrists and tossed them at her.

He pulled a face at her as she fumbled with the handcuffs, sticking out a very green tongue.

"I saw that young man!" Dale pointed at him from the other side of the car. "Don't let us catch you disrespecting an officer of the law again! Next time you won't get off with just a warning-"

"Dale! For the love of all that is holy shut your damn fool mouth!"

Phantom hopped backwards from the irate woman, his last few steps landing on empty air. He floated gently upwards with a shit eating grin on his face.

"Well this has been fun but I gotta head off, but thanks for the company! We should do it again some time, see you around!" He waved a casual salute and swung around, legs stretching out into a long swirling tail as he sped off into the sky.

Dale felt his knees shaking as he slipped back into the car. Whitney settled into her seat, hands steady as a rock as she belted herself up and started the car.

"That was terrifying." He gasped.

"And yet you still had to keep playing bad cop."

"I'm sorry it just slipped out! He's no different to any of the other punks we deal with around here. A wiseass with no respect for authority." Dale huffed and folded his arms, crossly.

"...He probably wasn't any different, before he died." Whitney said, quietly.

Dale didn't respond, letting the statement sit heavily between them as the car pulled away from the curb.

"I forget that sometimes, you know." said Dale. "This is the first time I've ever seen him up close and he... he really does just look like some kid. How do you think he... how do you think it happened?"

Whitney let out a deep breath as they completed their final lap around the block and headed in toward the city centre.

"I have no idea, and I'm pretty sure that's the kinda thing you can't ask." she paused for a moment, before continuing with a quiet pain in her voice. "He's so young."

"I wonder if his parents know," Dale mused sombrely, "That he's, you know, still around?"

"Who knows."

A car cut them off suddenly at an intersection.

"That was a red light." Dale announced.

The police car's lights flashed as the siren echoed through the empty streets, and Whitney slammed her foot down to catch up with the offending vehicle.

The conversation was over, but neither cop forgot about the incident, and neither could look at their city's hero and menace quite the same. Dale had gotten quite good at seeing ghosts as merely 'creatures', or 'monsters', things that were entirely Strange and Other. Being up close and personal with one had been a much needed reminder of what a ghost truly was.

And that ghost, the one messing around in the back of his car, was a boy. Just a boy. A boy who had a family, a boy who had a life, a boy who had died.

When Dale got home in the early hours of the morning, he hovered by his kids' bedroom, carefully easing the door open to look at their little sleeping faces. Just to make sure they were still there, right where he left them. Still breathing, still alive.

He knew there was a family out there somewhere, parents who had looked through their son's bedroom door and seen only cold, empty sheets.

Dale stepped very carefully over the spilt lego pieces on the floor, and gave his girls both a long, heartfelt kiss on their little heads, before going back to his own room to lay by his sleeping wife's side.

No, no he truly couldn't look at Phantom quite the same way, not anymore.

#danny phantom #lula's fanfics #danny phantom fanfiction

[prowywritespd]

We Don't Talk About Bilbo

We don't talk about Bilbo, no no no

We don't talk about Bilbooooo

BUT

It was his birthday (hundred eleventh)

We were getting ready and there wasn't a dent in pantry (no lacks allowed in pantry)

Gandalf walks in with a shit eating grin!

***Smoke rings!***

You're telling this story or am I? (I'm sorry my Took, go oooon)

Gandalf said "Have fireworks" (why did he tell uuus)

Two hobbits took themselves some (Merry and Pippiiin, noooo)

Ended with a dragon bomb! (what a joyous sight, but anyway)

We don't talk about Bilbo, no no no

We don't talk about Bilbooooo

Hey

Grew to live in fear of Gandalf writing things on my door

Tried to go to bed and then my house was filled with 12 dwarves

I associate them with the sound of washing pans

Sh, sh, sh

Its a heavy ask when my pantrys empty

Then Gandalf said "do you wanna come with me?

Gonna kill a dragon and then steal all of his gold

Bilbo, are you sold?

100 FOOT FRAME, Spikes all on his back

When he breathes his flame, it all chars to black.

Yeah he sits on hoards and feasts on the dwarves

We don’t talk about Bilbo, no no no.

We don’t talk about Bilbooooo.

Elves told me that Smaug would die, the next day DEAD

(noo no)

They told me I'd grow a gut if I ate just bread!

They said that all my food would disappear, now - empty storerooms

YOUR FATE IS SEALED IF BY DWARVES YOU'RE VISITEEEED

Bil-bo told me about those three trolls

That they nearly ate him while aliiive

He told me that his life would been gone

If not for the beautiful sun

(hobbit, what's this in your pocket?)

He told me that crystal of my dreams

Would be just out of reach

Buried under dragooon

It's like I see it now

Bilbo

I want you to not disappear

(I can see it now)

Umm, Bilbo

Yeah, about that Bilbo

I really need to know about Bilbo

Give me the truth, and the whole truth Bilboo

(Brandybucks, look, the Gandalf's here)

TIME FOR DINNER

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Don't talk about Bilbo!

(Why did I talk about Bilbo)

Not a word about Bilbo!

(I NEVER SHOULD-A BROUGHT UP BILBO!)

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(Camillo part - Allyn Hackman and Genevieve Fontaine )

(Pezmuerta - Eithne Williams )

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Seriously. This makes me laughed hard when I saw this on Facebook😆😆😆

#encanto #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #gandalf

[captainqster]

All right, some actual thoughts on Endwalker below. Spoilers galore so beware. 

I did love it. Someone asked me if I loved it more than SHB or if SHB were better, and I couldn’t really answer. I’d say EW is a solid continuation that respects SHB’s success and pushes a little more at what made it so memorable, but the vibe was different for me. SHB has an atmosphere of hope enduring, while EW (in part thanks to its music) really impressed on me the weight of despair.

Starting with Garlemald. NGL, I spent a good amount of time thinking “where is Zenos, does he not sense us here, come oooon!” and then my wish was granted beyond my wildest imaginings. In From the Cold blew me away. I laughed SO HARD at first, at the romantic dinner with the candles, at Fandaniel’s butler outfit, it was just so anime that I could barely breathe and THEN the body swap. Holy shit SE, thank you. This is exactly the kind of fucked up thing I wanted to see. I am a big fan of Hot Evil Villain Does Morally Reprehensible Thing for Hero’s Attention and this was exactly that, followed up by a solo duty that quickly had me panicking. I’ve seen people complain about the zone being hard to navigate but that was the point, that was the story they were telling: WoL’s desperation to get back to their friends before it was too late, and at the end when you’re crawling, oh man, that got me. And of course Alisaie and G’Raha are the ones to run to Zenos-WoL, delighted that their friend is back, and of course they immediately recognize that something’s amiss because they are your biggest, most adoring fans and you are their most elevated role model. I could go on about this quest forever.

Then the moon and Zodiark. It was at this point that I started thinking “okay, where in the hell is this going” because it happened so early. And it was a bit of a whiplash going from the gloomy severity of Garlemald to the moon bunnies, but then we get ANOTHER whiplash with the Final Days starting in Thavnair. I saw a post saying “can’t have shit in Thavnair” and that really summed it up. Everywhere you turn you’re losing: you weren’t fast enough to save this person, couldn’t be there to save that person, just on and on, and I really enjoyed it (in a horrified, depressing way). You can’t experience an appropriate sense of despair without failure and loss, and you can’t keep that spark of hope lit in the back of your mind without a small win, namely the baby and Matsya.

Now, I won’t talk too much on how I felt about getting to spend time with Emet-Selch, Hythlodaeus and them, because it dragged on a little too much for me and I just wanted to get back to the Scions, but I did love doing the dungeon with them. And I love that Hydaelyn is not the villain everyone expected her to turn out to be. Her cutscene was a big “wow”, and the way she invited suffering upon mankind so that he could strive for and deserve a brighter future rather than having it handed to him left me feeling a certain way. I’m not sure what that way is but I dig it.

As for the end zone, I’ll liken it to something else before breaking down my Top Moments and Things I wanted to See. As soon as we lost Thancred I was filled with nostalgia for Sailor Moon. The sixth zone was so like Sailor Moon’s season 1 finale: the hero’s friends sacrificing themselves one by one to open the way forward, to get the hero where they need to go, and the hero having to shoulder this great loss while marching towards the fight of their life for the good of mankind. Maybe that nostalgia is why I don’t mind that none of the Scions actually died permanently. It’s generally important to me that writers allow consequences to happen in their stories, to trade a win for a loss, but I’m happy with how things ended. Ultimately I walked away satisfied. NOW FOR LISTS...

My Top Moments:

Sicard and Emmanellain. The “take that back!” “make me” banter. Sicard stole my heart, and so did Sadu, who I liked before but sincerely love now. “Out of my way, you preening fool!” had me dying and I have joined the Sadu/Cirina camp.

Estinien showing up to your room at night in LEATHER PANTS AND A V-NECK. After his obstinacy with wearing his armor regardless of the climate he’s in, this had me wheezing. The little smile as he waits for you to open the door. The flirty head toss as he says “it can all be a bit much, can’t it?”, the close-up as he puts his boot up on the grate outside your window followed by the over-the-shoulder “til the morrow”. This was like Urianger’s “what dost thou thinketh of mine appearance” but about 125% hornier. He really saw the other NPC’s thirsting after WoL and decided to obliterate them all.

In the same quest, G’Raha FINALLY showing some affection and concern towards the WoL. He was such a delightful, besotted little simp in SHB and I love him for that, so it was nice to see him doing his nervous shuffle outside your room again. And Alisaie saying her peace before promptly running away because she’s embarrassed. Adorable.

Urianger’s moment with Moenbryda’s parents. I love seeing characters hug and physically interact with each other, and Urianger’s growth being talked about openly was such a beautiful moment.

Hydaelyn calling Estinien out for being full of love and, upon being talked to by WoL, Estinien saying “yeah I love, so what? You’re shocked?” and specifically referring to not knowing peace since meeting you and Alphinaud. None of the other Scions, just you two. Oof.

G’Raha’s talk with the WoL immediately before sacrificing himself. I chose the “I can’t. Not again” dialog because I live for drama and pain.

The final fight with Zenos. How it went from a DBZ-style battle to a fistfight, which for two super-powered beasts was like the equivalent of a fistfight devolving to hair pulling, Absolutely magnificent.

Waking up on the ship with the Scions crying over you. Y’Shtola and Thancred lecturing you, the way Estinien pauses and smiles when he says “my friend”, just the raw emotion overall. God damn.

Things I Wanted to See:

More of a reaction when the Elpis flower crumbled. It was this big plot point, and when it falls apart in WoL’s hands no one really..says anything? This could have been a great chance to address the growing weight of responsibility and grief that the WoL is dealing with.

Tied to that, WoL killing Zodiark undoes the laws of nature and results in the Final Days. I would have loved some time to address the guilt this would cause, even to have an NPC or two blame WoL for everything and see WoL struggle with knowing he was baited into it by Fandaniel while having to witness the suffering his actions inadvertently caused.

More concern from the Scions after WoL was body-snatched. After you get your body back I felt the response was very “that was weird, okay let’s get back to business”. A little more horror and fear that this could happen at all would have felt appropriate. The Scions never really talk either on Zenos’ obsession with WoL. I would have liked it to be addressed more.

More moments of barely-contained grief as the Scions sacrifice themselves. More anger, more frustration, as the dwindling group has to cope with losing their friends. I would have liked a moment for WoL to drop and show some anguish, and I know SE is hesitant to allow much emotion for fear of stepping on people’s headcanons, but I would have liked it. A tear, punch the ground, something.

Unless I somehow missed it, we still were not told what Zenos’ deal was. In prior expansions it’s vaguely mentioned that he may be some sort of experiment, that he’s dreamt of the Final Days all his life, and we still don’t know why. Part of me suspects he’s not dead. He didn’t dissipate into aether or anything and, after the SB experiments, he has some Ascian powers. I guess we’ll see.

There’s so much more I could say on a million subjects but this is long already. I’ll leave it at that and would be glad to engage in any discussion.

#ffxiv #Endwalker Spoilers #Endwalker

[tk-writer]

Just like old times. [ATLA - Zukaang]

Shortly after he laid down to rest that night, Zuko was yanked awake by yet another frightful nightmare. 

He was drenched in sweat, despite sleeping shirtless with all the bedroom windows open, and his lungs desperately gasped for air as if it were foreign to his body. Grounding himself back in reality was proving to be a challenge with the image of his father still burned into his mind.

It was the same dream that had plagued him since the age of thirteen. Five long years had passed since the fateful day of their agni kai, but being forced to relive it almost every night made it seem like it had just happened yesterday. It was as if the wound was still fresh, the fire still hot, the pain still throbbing.

The fire prince let out a dejected sigh before he decided to get up. He stumbled around in the dark until he was able to shove his feet into a nearby pair of slippers. Then he marched to the nearest bathroom in search of water.

Things were pretty quiet in the palace of the fire nation. After his father had been defeated at the hands of the avatar, the world entered an era of unfamiliar peace. Nowadays, the palace felt more like a home and less like a prison. There wasn’t the same aura of tension surrounding everyone and everything that stepped foot inside, partially in thanks to the fact that Aang had decided to stick around for a while. Something about helping rebuild the fire nation and introducing the element of “fun” back into the culture. What was supposed to be a short term stay had quickly turned into a year, then two, until Aang had practically moved in. 

(Not that Zuko really minded.)

After downing two cups of cold water, he felt his body return to homeostasis and figured it was best to try and get some more sleep. He made his way back to the bedroom, fumbling around until his hands felt the coolness of the slightly damp sheets. He plopped down unceremoniously and let out another sigh before closing his eyes once more.

His eyes shot back open when he sensed movement beside him and hot breath on the right side of his cheek. He turned his head ever so slightly and came face to face with a lithe figure, donning the goofiest grin known to man.

“... AAH!”

“Waaah!”

“Who’s there?!” He leapt out of the bed with a fighting stance, hands already ablaze with fiery blue embers. 

“Chill out! It’s me, Aang!”

The flames provided just enough light for him to see the airbender lounging across the mattress like it was his own. It was enough to pacify his fear. Zuko lit a candle on the nightstand before putting out the fire he’d summoned and inhaled sharply, crossing his arms in annoyance.

“What the hell are you doing in my bed?”

“I heard you yelling in your sleep and it woke me up! I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Feeling a bit sheepish, Zuko scratched the back of his head and lowered his gaze to the floor.

“Oh, uh… sorry about that.”

Aang looked concerned, his brows furrowed with worry. Zuko didn’t dare meet his gaze, knowing it would give away his uneasiness and cause even more trouble for himself.

“Are you okay? You looked really stressed.”

“I’m fine. You can go back to your room now.”

He waited for Aang to move, but instead ended up staring at him awkwardly as the avatar showed no sign of leaving. Instead, he rolled onto his stomach and practically shouted out a suggestion.

“Why don’t we have a sleepover tonight?!”

“What? No. Why would we do that.”

 “Come oooon, it’ll be just like old times when the gang was all together!”

“You mean when we slept on the ground and had no money?”

“Yeah! Except this time it’ll be more comfortable. Ya know, with a bed and a roof over our heads and all.”

Aang seemed pretty gungho about it, and Zuko found it difficult to keep saying no when he was giving him those damn puppy dog eyes, so he found himself giving in without much more of a fight.

(How did he know those always worked on him?)

“Alright. But only for tonight.”

Aang let out a triumphant cry, eliciting a stern “Shhhh!” from Zuko who didn’t want to disturb the others sleeping in the rooms next door. He cautiously crawled back into the king sized bed, taking care not to bump into his uninvited guest. Turning his back to the airbender, he curled into a fetal position and closed his eyes in another attempt at peaceful slumber.

“Goodnight, Aang.”

“Goodnight, Zuko.”

It was quiet for about two seconds, until Zuko felt something thin and soft flutter around his waist. On instinct, he let out a muffled cry as panic struck through his chest.

He relaxed once he realized it was just Aang’s hands.

“Aang,” he warned in a low tone. “Why are you hugging me.”

“For reassurance!” He sang out happily. “So you don’t feel scared anymore.”

“I told you, I’m fine,” Zuko argued as he started to squirm from the feather-light touches on his sides. “You don’t need to -aheeha!”

Another cry slipped out after he felt Aang’s hands brush right above the band of his pants. It was a silly sensation that made him twitch wildly, against his better nature. He felt Aang adjust himself, wrapping his arms a little tighter as his fingers continued to absentmindedly brush against Zuko’s bare skin. The firebender struggled to keep from laughing. Physical touch had not been a part of his life for many years, and being reintroduced to it now was making him very, very flustered.

“Hah! What was that?”

“It’s no-ahaha!-thing! Stop touching me like that, jeez…”

“Why? Wait, are you…”

Zuko tensed up, sensing what was to come next. Aang fell silent, spurring the fire prince’s anxiety even more. There was no need to finish the question when he already knew the answer.

“Aang, no.”

“Aang, yes.”

Ten fingers suddenly skittered up both of his sides, and in an instant Zuko burst out into a fit of cackles. There was no way he could hold it back; it tickled way too much. Aang’s touch was like air as he danced his fingertips over his exposed skin. The feeling brought forth the most musical giggles, an unexpected treat from someone who was usually so stoic. Zuko slammed his arms down and curled into a ball, but that didn’t deter the avatar from his attack.

“Aheeheeheehee! No, no, nonononono-OOOOO! Dohohon’t!”

Aang laughed merrily along with him, as if he were having the time of his life. Which he probably was. He always took the opportunity to make Zuko laugh or smile whenever he had the chance, and now was no exception.

“No way! I never knew you were ticklish! Haha!”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHANG!”

The airbender pulled away momentarily to let the fire prince breathe, but his mercy didn’t last long

“So, your sides are ticklish… what about your armpits?”

He jammed his hands in between his clamped down arms and wiggled around as much as he could, with Zuko attempting to squirm away and all. In truth, he was trying really hard not to struggle too much in fear of accidentally hurting his friend. A painful memory of Toph’s burned feet etched in his head as he made sure to keep his hands away from Aang and free of their usual fire. Instead, he just kept laughing until it felt like he was going to choke.

“No… not there! Pleheeheeheease!!”

“Okay, so your sides and armpits are pretty bad. What about your stomach?”

Zuko felt the wiggling hands leave his body for a second, then once again sensed them scurrying across his skin, this time exploring his belly. Soft, muted giggles escaped his lips, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as before. Still, his skin twitched wherever Aang made contact.

“Ahahaaa… noooo! Stahahap!”

“It’s not so bad here… but what about here?”

Aang gave no warning this time before he began pinching Zuko’s ribs, which spurred another round of maniacal cackling from the sullen firebender. He thrashed from side to side, kicking his legs frantically until Aang had to climb on top of him to avoid getting kicked. The airbender cracked up as he watched him descend even further into uncontrollable giggles.

“Wow, this must be a really bad spot for you!”

“Shahahahahaddup!! It’s not funny!”

“Heh, it’s kinda funny! Who woulda thought the big strong fire lord would be weak to a little tickling!”

Zuko found himself unable to respond as the tickling went on, his pleas turning into babbles thanks to Aang jumping around from spot to spot and teasing him into oblivion. Each time he’d explore a new area, he’d ask Zuko before honing in. And each time, Zuko wasn’t ready. He’d let out a high pitched shriek before succumbing to more upbeat giggles, uncharacteristic for someone of his nature. 

He had no idea how long things went on, but when Aang threatened to tickle his feet, he suddenly grabbed both of his arms and held firm.

“Please… no more…”

He spat out his last pleas in between haggard breaths, and that signaled to Aang that enough was enough. The avatar pulled away, allowing him some respite after the tickly torment he’d just put him through. When Zuko opened his eyes, he saw the avatar staring at him with a warm, sunny smile. It made his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Zuko… I wish you’d laugh more. You have a really nice smile.”

“Wh… huh? Why would you…”

Now it was Aang’s turn to act shy. He let out a sheepish chuckle, backtracking a bit before explaining himself.

“Ah, sorry. I guess that’s kinda sappy. But, I dunno, you seem so sad a lot of the time. Sometimes I wish I could just come up to ya and do this!”

He scribbled across his stomach again, making Zuko squeal again, but stopped before it got to be too much. When his laughter died down again, he mumbled something so softly that Aang almost didn’t catch it.

“Well… maybe…”

“Maybe what?”

“Hnh, nevermind.”

Aang opened his mouth to protest, but clamped it shut almost immediately. Zuko wondered what he was going to say, but decided to let it be for now. After all, he was pretty spent after the surprise tickle attack he’d just endured.

“Uh, can we go back to sleep now?”

“Oh, yeah! Sorry, heh.”

Aang slid off and made himself comfortable on the other side of the bed, giving Zuko some space just in case he wanted to be alone. Zuko blew out the candle and laid down as well, and for a few seconds the room was silent. However, as Aang’s eyelids began to droop, he heard a timid voice speak up through the darkness.

“... Um… Aang?”

“Yeeeees?”

“Can you… can we… uhm…”

Aang chuckled under his breath, quietly enough that his bedside companion couldn’t hear. Without another word, he hugged his arms around Zuko and pulled him in close until they both were in a comfortable position. He pressed his forehead against his back and felt the firebender relax for the first time all night.

“Goodnight, Zuko.”

“Goodnight, Aang.”

Aang couldn’t see it, but that night Zuko fell asleep with a small smile. Neither woke until the bright light of late morning greeted them through the window.

#tickling #tickle fic #atla #zukaang #ler!aang #lee!zuko #this is for you #u know who u are #hehehehee #anyway stoic serious bois need to be wrecked all the time send tweet #tried to make this a balance between shippy and platonic #dame gets carried away once again #to absolutely no one's surprise #cuddling #Sharing A Bed #Literal Sleeping Together #this blog is slowly turning into a cuddle fic blog and idk what to do about it kjahfjkasf

[fandom-necromancer]

A little distraction Part 3

This was prompted by @rufina72 as well as two anons and at least one AO3 user. I have to admit I lost track on AO3 because apparently people really enjoy this story line XD Hope you do to!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900, Hannor/Hancon Part 1 link not available   [Part2]   [Part4]   [Part5]   [Read complete on AO3]

‘S-s-so Connor is your brooother?’ They were driving through Detroit’s streets covered by snow slush and salt. It would be a pain to get the hardened dirt from the road off his car later, Richard thought as quiet Christmas music accompanied their drive. ‘Yes. Older by roughly five years’, he answered. ‘We’re very close.’ ‘And he w-w-will be the only one there?’ Again, Richard nodded. ‘Yeah, him and his boyfriend. Guess I have to update that to husband soon, they plan to marry as soon as legislation has caught up with recognising androids as persons in every aspect.’ ‘No other f-f-family?’ Richard frowned, face falling instinctively, before he forced himself to cheer up.

‘Nah. Our father died in a car accident. I was three years old; I don’t remember much of him but photos. Connor knew him more and always said he was a nice guy. Our mother was always at work, too absorbed in her studies. It changed a bit when father died, but still she wasn’t home much. Connor basically was the one raising me, and he blames mom for not being there for me.’ ‘And y-y-you?’ ‘Nah’, he laughed. ‘It was normal for me; I didn’t know anything else. But we both agree that me and him, we are family and she doesn’t belong in that definition. And that we’ll do it better should we ever get kids.’ Gavin nodded slowly. ‘How’s he?’ ‘Caring?’, Richard began, having to think of the right words to express what he felt when thinking of his brother. ‘Overly protective. Overly friendly. It can be annoying at times. But he is honest too and understands boundaries. He never said anything when I had my silent phases, just came to my room and did whatever he did close to me keeping me company. He seems to always know what you need right now and I think that’s his most treasurable attribute.’ ‘Hooope he knows that with meee too, not just you. Wh-wh-what I told you, I won’t tell anyooone else.’

Nines risked a look to the side to Gavin, who had ducked his head in between his shoulders and fidgeted with a button on his shirt. ‘Hey.’ He stopped at a red light and was about to touch the android comfortingly, refraining from it last second as he remembered his reaction to that. ‘Hey, if it gets too much at any point, tell me. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.’ Gavin quickly looked out of the window and nodded, obviously embarrassed.

-

They arrived at a small house draped in tasteful Christmas decoration. Not too much and in exactly the right colours to make it feel cosy, warm and welcoming. Gavin stepped out of the car watching the lights and trying not to think of how he had lifted up the kids so they could help putting them up in their old home. They were fond memories made all the more sour by his loss. He knew his LED was likely red again, alerting the strange human that had picked him up of his  composure slipping, but if Richard noticed, he didn’t say anything, just walking ahead and smiling back at him as an invitation to follow him. Gavin swallowed and hastily walked through the snow to the freed path leading to the door. Nines was already standing there, hand hovering over the doorbell.

‘Richard!’ The door was almost ripped open by someone who looked exactly like the other human, maybe an inch smaller and a lot more expressive. ‘You came!’ ‘I promised, didn’t I?’ Connor hugged the other human and grinned from one ear to the other. ‘Yes of course, but still!’ Only then did he turn to Gavin, who was awkwardly standing half behind Richard and watched them. It was hard to blink away the warning popping up over and over again. Connor moving towards Richard. Threat. Warning. Richard returning his hug, the arm passing through Gavin’s personal space at that. Warning. Threat. Connor turning around. Threat. Run. Gavin didn’t know since when he was stuck in this analysis mode, but he was sick of flinching and glitching at any movement. ‘This must be your plus one?’, he asked Richard with a wink and held out a hand towards Gavin. ‘Hello, I’m Connor.’ Gavin couldn’t suppress taking a step back. ‘I-I-I’m Gaaavin’, he said, cursing his voice box for glitching now out of all times. Connor let his hand fall, but smiled at him, completely ignoring his stutter and hangers. ‘Hello Gavin, nice to meet you! Merry Christmas! Come in, you two! Hank’s getting out the food already!’

They followed Connor in and got rid of their shoes, before entering the living room. Connor instructed them to sit down and hurried into the kitchen to help Hank. When the larger android came to greet them, Gavin dared to relax a bit. He was deviant too, sending a friendly greeting ping to him. He looked gentle, trusting and didn’t have any marks on him. Hank put down plates for Connor and Richard, while Connor came back with two mugs of warmed Thirium for the androids as well as blue tinged cookies. ‘Can you eat?’, Hank asked him then. ‘You are an older model, right?’ Gavin nodded. ‘I am. B-b-but I caaan eat. I g-g-got the upgrade when Kathy- I got the upgrade.’ Hank lifted a brow at the errors and swallowed sentence, but otherwise didn’t mention it. ‘Then I hope they taste, Connor made them. He has no talent.’ ‘Excuse me?’, the human answered, elbowing Hank. Gavin expected damage, but it was a friendly gesture. ‘I can cook great.’ ‘Yeah’, Hank countered. ‘If you count heating up frozen pizza.’ ‘Hey, that’s all I can do, too, so I’ll side with Connor here’, Richard laughed. ‘What’s your verdict, Gavin?’

He looked into the other’s faces, still overwhelmed by it all. Instead of answering, he took one of the cookies and nibbled on the edge. He hadn’t really eaten much since he had gotten the upgrade and his tank didn’t allow for more than one meal anyways. It tasted… sweet. The texture was interestingly grainy and gave in to force easily. Not able to stand being stared at any longer, he just shrugged and said: ‘It tastes good?’ ‘See!’, Connor grinned. ‘Gavin likes it. I can’t be that bad then!’ ‘Or your recipe was good.’ ‘Or he did something wrong and accidentally saved otherwise horrible cookies.’ Connor crossed his arms. ‘Oh, shut up, Nines, try baking something you can’t even try because it’s literal poison for you!’ Richard laughed, and it eased the mood into simpler waters.

They continued talking for a while exchanging about what they had been up to lately. Gavin listened, but was content not to be involved at all, eating the cookies Connor had prepared. He actually liked them a lot and it was quite relaxing to just munch away on them. ‘And? How did you two get to know each other?’ He froze, sharing a look with Richard. ‘Errr…’ ‘Do you know that red light at the corner of that mattress store?’ Connor frowned, then nodded. ‘Yeah, you have to wait ages until you can drive on.’ ‘Somehow timing was perfect, and we saw each other every day when my shift ended.’ He looked over to Gavin and he nodded, thanking him inwardly to not tell them his whole life story. ‘Today I decided to talk to him.’ Connor looked over to Gavin disbelievingly. ‘My brother spoke to you first?’ Gavin huffed. ‘Y-Yes, he did. I-I-I lost my family because of the revolution. Had nowhere to go. He invited me to come with him.’ ‘So you really aren’t more than strangers’, Hank asked. ‘Kind of?’, Gavin shrugged. ‘But Richard seeeems like a nice g-g-guy and I don’t have m-m-much to lose.’ Connor swallowed. ‘I’m sorry to hear that’, he said. ‘You are welcome here any day if you need a place to stay.’ The android ducked his head, blushing. ‘Richard offered that already and I agreed to try it out.’ That shifted their attention towards the man completely.

‘Nines, are you ill? Initiating conversation, bringing someone for dinner and inviting them into your home?’ ‘Fuck off, Connor, seriously. Call it a Christmas miracle.’ Connor shook his head. ‘Would be one hell of one.’ Richard threw him a look and laughed. ‘Connor, just because it’s rare it doesn’t mean it never happens.’ ‘It was awkwaaard as hell too’, Gavin added carefully. ‘Have to admit I thought he was some sort of weirdo first.’ Connor smiled as Nines rested his hand on his arm. ‘Okay, that sounds more like my brother.’

‘Really? A weirdo?’, Richard asked Gavin. ‘I thought aaaaafter our last talk you appreciated h-h-honesty.’ ‘Yeah, okay, but you don’t just tell someone they are a weirdo.’ ‘It’s the truth.’ Richard sighed. ‘I don’t think you are oooone now th-th-th-though’, he added. ‘Thanks, at least there’s that then…’ Richard looked up at Connor. ‘What?’

The other human was grinning at them both and tried to hide it badly. ‘I’m happy, Nines. Really. I’m glad you both are here today. Come on, let’s watch a movie and then presents!’

-

The longer they spent at Connor’s house, the more at ease Gavin felt. No one asked him about his past or why he was malfunctioning all over. It surely was a question that burned in their minds, he could feel it, but they consciously didn’t question him. He was just being accepted as a part of their Christmas celebration as if he hadn’t just been picked up from some scrapyard and put into nice clothing. It felt like he… Like he had been here last year and the year before. Almost like… like he belonged. Like a family. He just had to reach out a hand and take the chance Richard had offered him and all of this would turn from pretend to reality. It was weird thinking about it, especially when every connection to the word family brought up memories of loss and grief about old happiness.

But was it wrong to want this again? To wish for another chance at building new memories? He looked at Richard from the corner of his eyes. The man was completely fixed on the TV in front of them, body relaxed and close to him but far away enough not to impose or cause stress. Gavin swallowed and looked over to Connor and Hank on the other couch under a blanket lying close, Hank holding the human and caressing his hair. He could have this again. This casual comfort, these caring touches, this feeling of safety and belonging. The home he had lost and tried to build for himself in that scrapyard could be his again, if he just allowed to let it happen.

He swallowed and pressed his eyes close to block out the warnings of threat, warning, run, danger. Then he scooted over slowly until he hit Richards warm ribcage. He felt the other shift around his frozen body, then an arm was draped around his shoulders carefully. ‘This too much?’, Nines whispered near inaudibly over the movie running and Gavin shook his head. No, he wanted this, he just had to get over his own barriers. A few minutes later, he tried opening his eyes again and was surprised his systems weren’t bombarding him with errors. Instead, his status box read safe and Richard’s body was marked as friend/ally. Gavin sighed deeply, dropping into the carefree touch completely.

When Richard dared to look down the next time, the android in his arm was smiling just the slightest and his LED was circling somewhere between blue and yellow – the calmest he had seen Gavin so far. By the end of the movie, Gavin wasn’t moving anymore, the LED pulsing slowly. Nines looked over at Hank questioningly and the android nodded. ‘He’s in stasis now.’ ‘Wow’ Richard said with raised brows, looking down on the sleeping android. Connor sat up and threw them their blanket. ‘You can stay the night if you want. Guess I have to call you Tens now’, he joked. Nines huffed and answered deadpan: ‘Do that and I’ll stop talking to you to go back to Nines.’

[>next part]

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #RK900 #Gavin Reed #dbh reverse AU #human RK900 #android Gavin Reed #Hannor #Hancon #Hank Anderson #Connor dbh #RK800 #android Hank Anderson #human Connor #Wow this is the most rewarding story to write so far so many people comment #if it continues like this this will surpass my main projects XD #nevermind already did if I count in tumblr comments #I'm really happy you like this story so much because I certainly love it #I have a soft spot for reverse AUs and even more so for damaged but badass android Gavin

[evesbeve]

Ben (TUActober Day 30)

TUActober Prompts by @totallyevan​

Not to spoil the end of the fic, but this is 100% based on something Justin Min did. If you know, you know. If not, even better. Hope you enjoy this!

Summary: If there's one thing that Klaus has learned about Ben over the years, it's that his brother always has his hood up when he's upset.

(Read on AO3)

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Ben has been buried in his hoodie for two days straight.

Klaus knows it’s been this long, not only because he can see him, but also because every time he turns to talk to Ben, he has to pause and ask himself if it really is a good idea; if there's one thing that Klaus has learned about Ben over the years, it's that his brother always has his hood up when he's upset. And Ben does not want to talk when he’s upset. Ever.

But it’s starting to get ridiculous.

Sure, Klaus is all for respecting Ben’s boundaries, but they haven’t had a proper conversation ever since they got donuts the other day. Ben left Klaus with the rest of their siblings in the living room at some point, and Klaus simply assumed that he got overwhelmed by the crowd. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but Klaus knew that Ben wasn’t quite used to talking to that many people at once yet.

It’s been two days though, two whole days, and Klaus can’t keep quiet much longer. Not only is he getting extremely bored, not being able to throw his commentary around and everything, but also worried.

He has to at least try.

“Benny?”

“Yeah?”

Ben seems normal. Mostly.

He’s sitting on Klaus’ bed, his nose buried in a book. If Klaus squints, he can even make out a smile on his face—reading a funny scene then. A good sign, considering Ben doesn’t usually go for happy books when he’s in a bad mood.

“Is there…” Klaus clears his throat. “Is there anything you want to talk about?”

“Sorry?”

“Blow off some steam, perhaps?” Klaus continues, but Ben is still staring at him with a dumbfounded expression. Klaus sighs; he makes a gesture around his own head, pretending he’s putting his non-existent hood on.

Ben deadpans. “Oh.”

“Yeah…” Klaus takes a seat next to Ben, leaning his back against the wall. He wants to make a joke about how it’s just like old times, staying up way past their bedtime and talking about their problems—they haven’t really talked about serious things in a long time—but he figures now is probably not the best time.

Ben has closed his book, but he’s fiddling with the corner of the cover, refusing to look at Klaus. “You, uh… you noticed that?”

“Come on, how long have I known you?” Klaus has to admit, he would rather Ben didn’t know that Klaus has made the connection between the hoodie and being upset, but it was a long time coming.

Ben huffs, and shakes his head. “That obvious.”

“Compsi compsa,” Klaus says in the best French accent he can muster at the moment. “But, uh… you know I get it, right?”

Ben looks at him then.

Klaus can’t help but chuckle nervously. “Christ, I’m not good at this,” he says. He promised himself he’d do better, when they returned back to 2019, and that’s what he’s planning on doing.

“… you don’t think it’s funny?”

“Of course not!” Klaus says. “Jeez, Ben, I know we don’t really do this heart-to-heart thing, but I promise I’m not going to judge you on this.”

Ben stays quiet.

"Look…" Klaus says. "You, uh, know me better than anyone. You've witnessed most of my breakdowns for the past two decades."

Ben shrugs.

Klaus takes this as a cue to continue. "You're the one that told me it's okay to have bad days, remember?"

"I guess."

"See!" Klaus says. "You need to cut yourself some slack, man."

It takes another quiet moment for Ben to finally open up. "It's been… hard since we came back."

"I know, Benny."

Klaus feels his heart clench as he notices Ben's eyes getting watery.

"It isn't good, Klaus," Ben says, his voice not quite shaky, but not stable either. "And I'm—I'm worried it's going to be like this forever and, and—"

"Hey, hey." Klaus puts his hand on Ben's shoulder. "It hasn't even been a month yet, don't say that."

"Yes, but the other day, I—"

"I know," Klaus interrupts. He feels guilty for not being there for him then; he should have known keeping Ben conjured for so long with the others would have overwhelmed him. "I'm sorry I didn't help you."

Ben actually wipes a tear off his cheek. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"You don't have to apologise."

Ben smiles and nods, and his hand hovers over his hood for a bit.

"Now come oooon," Klaus says, letting go of Ben's shoulder and nudging his arm. "Take that off already and let me see that wonderful face of…"

Ben lowers his hood.

"… yours."

And his hair is gone.

And Klaus bursts out laughing. "Ben, what—" He tries to catch his breath. "What the—what the hell—?!"

"You promised you wouldn't laugh!" Ben says, and Klaus wants to take him seriously, he really does, but his hair is gone and it's too good of a sight.

Well, to be fair, it's not like he's bald. But his hair is shorter than it's ever been; a buzz cut. Ben went ahead and got a buzz cut and he was so ashamed of it he hid it for two days and the thought of it is so damn hilarious that Klaus can barely breathe.

"Yeah, because I thought you were having a bad day, but you—you got a—" Klaus gestured at his head, feeling the tears roll down his cheeks. "You got a little something on your—"

"You know what, fuck you, Klaus!" Ben says, angrily getting up. "It's not that bad!"

"You hid it for two days!" Klaus says. "It is that bad and you know it and—oh my God. Oh my God, this is because Diego cut his hair, isn't it?"

Ben doesn't respond.

"Oh my God."

"It's not funny!" Ben yells. "I made a mistake and now it's never going away, and—"

"Hold on, Ben, Benny, Bennifer," Klaus interrupts, "it's hair. Much as I'm enjoying this, it will grow back out, you know."

"But that's the thing, you don't know that!" Ben says. "All these years as a ghost, my hair it's been the exact same, it hasn't gotten an inch longer and now—"

Klaus bursts out laughing again.

He simply can't help it. His brother has probably doomed himself to a buzz cut for the rest of eternity, and it looks horrendous and this is it. This is undeniably the best day of Klaus' life.

"Fuck you," Ben mutters and pulls his hood up, leaving the room.

Klaus thinks he's going to give him a moment.

#the umbrella academy #tua #tuactober #tuactober 2020 #ben #ben hargreeves #tua ben #the horror #klaus #klaus hargreeves #tua klaus #the seance #fanfic #fanfiction #drabble #ficlet #evelina nonesense #eve's writing #ben and klaus

[iamtheempress]

An excerpt from my lil MHA fic im writin.

Shigaraki's frame was still as her palm remained on the still open wound on his back. His head facing fully forward to the television displaying a violent videogame he was enraptured in, one she actually used to play.

"Your quirk." He speaks up causing her focus to the side of his head he removed an earphone to hear her better. "What about it?" She questions raising a brow. "I mean you were just a pro hero and now your a villain. If i didnt know better id say your in on some sort of espionage spy bullshit and were going to get raided." He says flatly, "are we?" His voice cracking and dropping an octave. "Not at all.. wouldnt do that to a group of people who made me more welcome then.. i ever felt." Tomura's game went to pause and his head turned slowly to her, a hard and intimidating stare bore into her.. and it wasnt his intent to be intimidating. "Oh is that so? Felt weird?" He asked his cracked lips spreading into a small mocking face.

"Social pariah, Vilified, outcasted. You name it i was it my whole life." That caused him to tilt his head. "Go oooon.."

#not a people person #mha fic #shigaraki gains a friend

[musicfren]

This single day

This morning, @nottesilhouette decided to unload on me the most exquisite, perfect, breathtakingly heartbreakingly beautiful plot idea I have ever seen for this prompt, and then I had to work out how to write something myself in the aftermath :P I think she’s inspired me cause I like this one a lot and I like her a lot so they match <3. Happy @felinettenovember y’all. Go find yourselves one day to be happy. You deserve this <3

It had been Chat’s idea, because of course Ladybug would never suggest something so downright irresponsible. She had agreed to it, though. In truth, she was exhausted, battered, and being the responsible one was starting to wear on her. Maybe some shenanigans would do them good. After all, they had already saved Paris nearly a dozen times that week. Maybe just this once, Paris could wait. This bug was going on a vacation.

Being with Chat Noir made it so easy to believe this was right. He had a casual self-assurance about him that calmed her, convinced her that maybe it was okay to put down the heavy mantle for a few seconds. The heavy weight of duty never seemed to hamper his spry shoulders.

“Come oooon,” he’d said one evening, as they leaped across the city, their city, like they were the highest points in the whole world, just two specs of dust drifting across an endless sky. “You’ve given them so much. I can see how much it’s dragging you down. You deserve this.”

She envied Chat, the way he could just relax under his mask, like if they messed up everything would be okay the next morning. When she was with him everything felt possible. But when she was alone, standing atop the Eiffel Tower as the wind tore through the thin fabric of her costume, staring down at the city, her city, her self-confidence started to crack. What would they do without her? Who would protect them? Sometimes, standing there at the very top of Paris, she was afraid to close her eyes for fear of what might happen to it when she wasn’t looking.

Even though she’d agreed to Chat’s idea, it had taken her almost a month of preparation before she felt like she was ready for the single day off. She had worked with the police and the city council, making sure that they would be ready for every eventuality. She’d trained and drilled them for so many hours she felt like one of her teachers. Chat had helped, of course. In fact, Ladybug didn’t think she’d ever seen Chat Noir work this hard at anything in her life. There were nights when, long after she had de-transformed from exhaustion, he remained up, running late night Akuma Drills and preparing lessons for the next day. This was going to be his vacation too, but Ladybug suspected that it wasn’t for his sake he worked himself to baggy-eyed, sleep-deprived exhaustion. The thought made the small speck of confidence in her stomach curl into a warm happy ball.

They set the date for their little vacation one day before the anniversary of the first Akuma attack. It was Felix’s idea, to mark the last day either of them had had a break with their first in nearly two years. Everything was set up. New defenses had been established, new safety protocols put in place. Paris was as safe a city as it had ever been. They had both poured thousands of hours, dozens of sleepless nights into creating space for this single day. Surely, this was enough.

They got a solid half-day together before the attack happened. They went to the library together like they’d always joked about, curling up with a book together in the warm sun through the window. They’d gotten breakfast at a café. They’d visited the Eiffel Tower, from the ground this time, as citizens. It had been a good day. They’d just barely made it to the beach.

The Akuma was strong, stronger than any they had ever seen before. It was on the other side of the city, but sound travels far and they had both become well-tuned to the sound of crashes and screams. It wasn’t until the evac alarms (newly installed just last week) sounded that they realized how bad it was.

Marinette, as herself for the first time in close to two years, turned to him. Her voice was trembling “We… we have to help them.”

Felix looked at her, and the sadness in his eyes nearly swayed her. “Mari, it’s not your responsibility today. We did all this work so it wouldn’t have to be. Let’s just be happy.”

Something in Marinette snapped. “No, Felix! It is my responsibility! It always is! You get to be the carefree one, but I don’t!”

The silence hung thick between them, interrupted only by the distant wail of sirens and the Akuma’s bellowing roar.

“I… I have to go Felix,” she said, pushing to her feet and refusing to look him in the eye. “My city needs me.”

She started to turn away but Felix reached out to stop her. Lit by the red glare of the evac alarm, his face was oddly calm. “Okay, but… maybe I can go instead.”

His calm was infectious. “I… no, Felix. You can’t do this for me.”

He was smiling now, that same wicked confidence he always got when a fight was coming. She shouldn’t let him do this. She shouldn’t. She couldn’t. But she was so tired. The sand was warm and the blanket comfortable beneath her, and a small and growing part of her wanted nothing more than to sit there forever.

“Mari, do you trust me?”

She looked into his eyes and found herself reflected there: and, with a resigned sigh, realized that she did.

As the cat rushed off to save the city once more, Marinette settled back into the comfortable sand and closed her eyes. Maybe, just this once, things would be okay when she opened them again.

#felinette #felinette november #felinette month 2020 #miraculous ladybug #miraculous: tales of ladybug and chat noir #life is mean #give these kids a break #time for a vacation #felix is still can't say no #I haven't forgotten #don't you worry #you deserve this #shinanigans #MusicFrenDoesWords

[ichoriism]

@temporalobjects challenged: ♡ + jinwai and pinklei and samin... kyungcha?? lmao

jinwai

Who is the most affectionate? Jin, no contest. He is the one who puts his hands on Iwai frequently like placing them on his shoulders to get them somewhere, caress his hair, let fingertips tap Iwai’s cheeks now and then. The worst part is that his touching can be subtle and so soft because he’s not aware of the effect he can have on poor Iwai so— that’s their life in the future!

Who initiates the handholding? I was going to say Jin but no, this one goes to Iwai. Because handholding is a subtle display of intimacy, I can see Iwai being a bit shy/trying hard-to-be-casual as fingers skitter Jin’s way so he can hold his hand and it is so precious ;_;

Who worries more for the other? Both worry for each other but display it in different ways. Jin is transparent in his concerns so anything he wonders about he will be upfront with Iwai. Iwai may also ask but will probably try to find out more first—

Who is more likely to ask for help? Jin. He can be stubborn but he makes a point to ask for advice if the first attempt at something doesn’t go the way he wants it.

Who is the one always losing the keys? Jin— he can be a bit oblivious sometimes, specially when busy *sweats*

Who leaves little love notes for the other? Jin. He’s going to be the one to put cute little notes in Iwai’s lunch, coffee cup, you name it. But I think Iwai may write him things now and then too bc sometimes he has a hard time expressing himself publicly—

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there? Iwai. Once they get together, he’s gonna get so used to the warm piece of sunshine that the song "you are my sunshine” will resound in his head along with the part of “please don’t take my sunshine away” for the nights when Jin gets up to get stuff ready around the busy seasons. Iwai will probs get up since he can’t sleep and will make coffee for two uwu

Who is more likely to propose to the other? Jin. Though Iwai could also give us the big surprise if Jin decides to wait a bit to be a hundred percent sure Iwai feels entirely comfortable with him.

Who introduced the other to their family first? This is tricky because they met as children and Iwai’s parents know about Jin but! Not in the way Jin’s brothers know about Iwai so uwu Jin takes this one.

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair? Jin. He is so affectionate he will constantly serve as a body pillow so Iwai can rest properly and will caress his hair until he falls asleep. All because Jin likes to see how pouty his lips become when he sleeps *heart eyes emoji on a different level my dude*

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated? Jin. Iwai will probably get a few extra kilos haha— it’s that curvature that develops when you get together with someone who expresses their love not only in the physical way but also with acts of service so— no escaping this!

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other? I think both do after reaching the commitment level. Right now, Iwai doesn’t have a reason to stand up for Jin so he may do it or not, I guess it would depend on how bad the thing would be? But yeah, once committed, it’s a it’s-always-two kind of deal c:

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other? Jin. He adores surprising Iwai so he'd be in charge of the small or big surprises c:

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things? Jin. It starts as a game of remember when we did this— and it becomes an adorable habit uwu

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch? I think both do. In the rare nights Jin is the one who falls asleep first, Iwai does it uwu and when it’s Iwai, Jin makes his way in the couch and cuddles him.

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pinklei 

Who is the most affectionate? Pinky. I have no idea how she puts up with such a boring, clueless guy! She is the one who has all the humor and sunshine in this relationship tbh Lei is less than a moon– he’d be Pluto probably!

Who initiates the handholding? Pinky. Again, why does she put up with him, he is oblivious to the basics of romance come oooon! 

Who worries more for the other? Lei wins this one finally! He knows Pink is a capable woman and respects her too much to ever think she is dumb, but he also knows that sometimes she forgets important things like having an extra jacket, so he looks out for her in that sense, also providing the food/water, things human bodies need to function. He may be a social klutz but! He at least knows how to take care of Pinky’s health.

Who is more likely to ask for help? Pinky. Lei is too proud and stubborn in spite of his quiet demeanor so he would never admit out loud he needs help with something.  

Who is the one always losing the keys? Pinky. Being so energetic, it’s not that she forgets things but with all her moving around, she probably drops them often so Lei has the spare that becomes the unofficial only set of keys and he’s always accompanying her home.

Who leaves little love notes for the other? I think Pinky does this one. Lei doesn’t use a lot of words so his way to express love is even more scarce in the writing— 

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there? Lei, probably. Once he gets used to having someone around and holding her through the night, he will need that from there on to finally get some sleep.

Who is more likely to propose to the other? Lei. He sees this as his natural obligation? So it'd be him the one to bend the knee and propose. Half the hospital if not all of it will know about it because he’s going to ask how to make a proposal and what girls want from a proposal and yeah!

Who introduced the other to their family first? I’m not sure about this one but Lei may be the one. He hates his family because they represent that traditionalism and classism he despises but because he was brought up there, he can’t shake off these steps of honor and good manners ingrained into his brain.

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair? I'm divided. Pinky is affectionate and Lei likes things that are soft and smell nice so I can picture him being happy playing with Pinky’s hair so! Both.

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated? Both do, but Lei may be more proactive about it by bringing fruit and water with him so when they are on their way to Pinky’s home, she has a snack to replenish her energy without messing her appetite for dinner uwu

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other? I think both are but Lei may be a bit slower on reacting than Pinky!

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other? Pinky— he has no sense of surprise, the only one he’ll give her will be the proposal night xD

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things? Pinkyyyyy. Because she is cute and Lei needs to be explained things like a child sometimes so, it works uwu

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch? Lei. During long shifts and all, he makes a point of checking on Pinky so when she is resting, he will always put a soft blanket over her before leaving quietly c:

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kyungcha xD

Who is the most affectionate? Sacha, Kyungmin doesn’t stand a chance XD

Who initiates the handholding? I think it would also be Sacha. Kyungmin is too self-conscious to battle past that and be upfront about his affections physically. Inside the room, he’s passionate and stuff but outside from their nest? Yeah, not so much of an affectionate sweet thing ^^: 

Who worries more for the other? Kyungmin does. It’s not that Sacha doesn’t worry it’s more that Kyungmin is constantly worrying so that’s why!

Who is more likely to ask for help? Sacha, because Kyungmin is a dumbass too stubborn to admit when he needs help. Unless it’s about something manual-related like fixing things at home xD

Who is the one always losing the keys? Sacha probably, Kyungmin may be annoyed about this quite a lot so he keeps an eye on where Sacha placed his keys to remind him about it until he learns his habits and is all like, keys? yeah, behind your jacket. 

Who leaves little love notes for the other? I think Sacha would be the one but occasionally, Kyungmin will slip a few notes like “Fighting!” in his lunch box and stuff c:

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there? Kyungmin probably complains that Sacha is too big and warm but he really loves that, the hypocrite xD

Who is more likely to propose to the other? I think it'd be Sacha. Kyungmin is too afraid of disrupting something that’s already good even when he wants more so he wouldn’t want to push it. *like I said, dumbass*

Who introduced the other to their family first? Kyungmin did and it’s a total accident. Probably the whole family accompanied him to the orphanage when they realized he looked like he was in love xD

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair? Kyungmin would do and not notice he's doing it until it’s too late. It becomes a habit uwu

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated? Kyungmin. He has the service-kind-of-love, so he makes sure to get Sacha good meals and there’s always either nice tea waiting for him on rainy days or fresh water in the fridge.

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other? Kyungmin would be quick to snap and defend Sacha but Sacha wouldn’t be too far behind if it’s a reverse situation, he just wouldn’t be vicious and violent like Kyungmin—

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other? I think Sacha would be the one after he notices that Kyungmin likes that kind of thing c:

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things? Sacha because he is a total sweetheart and Kyungmin can bitch all he wants about how this is ridiculous but he will take these promises to heart!

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch? Kyungmin. Again, little acts of service c:

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[haikyuluvr]

↝ bokuto x reader (crack? fluff?)

𖦹 warning: light cursing

[3:05 pm]

"bokuto , what the hell are you doing ?" you asked , placing your hands on your hips as you looked at bokuto pull out a wagon from your dad's shed . "remember when we were little , we used always ride this wagon down that little hill ?" bokuto pointed at the slightly steep hill in your backyard . "we used to crash into things or just fall out the wagon all the time !!" he added , laughing at the fond childhood memories . you sighed & shook your head slightly , "come on , bokuto . we were young & stupid back then ." you told him . "also , it's hot & i don't want you hurting yourself ." you heard bokuto groan & say 'laaame' causing you to roll your eyes at his childishness . "come oooon~ i don't care if i hurt myself !!" he whined . "y/n , y/n !!! join me !!!" he said heading towards you , bringing the red wagon with him . you shook your head , "no thanks . i'll pass ." you stated as you began to head to the front door to go inside . "pleeease ??" he begged , grabbing your wrist with his free hand , making you pause in your tracks . you turned around to look at him . of course , he was giving you puppy eyes ! you can't refuse him , he's looking too cute right now ! you sighed louder & mumbled slightly . "fine , fine . i'll join you , bo ." you said , causing him to cheer happily .

the both of you were at the top of the small hill , sitting in the wagon quite awkwardly , your legs hanging out the wagon (since the wagon was a bit small) . "okay , when i say go , lift up your feet so we can go , okay ??" he instructed you his turned slightly , looking at you with a smile . you nodded your head & felt a grin tug your lips . "go it ." you replied. he grabbed the wagon handle , "okay," he began.

"3 ...."

"2 ...."

"1 ...."

"GOOOO !!!! "

the both of you lifting up your feet , the wagon had started to go down the hill . as bokuto was cheering & laughing , you clinging onto him for you life . damn , was going down this fucking hill this fast ?? you couldn't remember because you were deadass scared for your life . tilting your head to the side , wind had hit your face . you had look forward & let out a 'bruh' . "bOKUTO BOKUTO BOKUTO ,, THE FENCE !! THE FUCKING FENCE !!!" you yelled as you pointed at the fence . bokuto had his eyes closed , but instantly opened when he had heard you yelling . "sHIT I FORGOT THAT WAS THERE—" he realized . you smack his back hard , making him yell out a 'ouch' . "SHUT UP !! HURRY PUT YOUR FEET DOWN !!" you yelled at him , putting your down on the ground , trying to stop the wagon from hitting the fence . bokuto was late to put his feet down , the wagon had hit the fence & the both of you fell out the wagon . you propped yourself up , groaning at the small stings of pain of sticks & other things scratching your flesh . you looked over at bokuto , seeing him just laying there . "uhh bokuto ?? you good ??" you asked . you jumped slightly seeing him shot up . bokuto blinked a few times , then , he bursted into laughter . you could feel a smile forming , your lips quivering slightly . you let out a laugh & then continued to laugh with him . after the both of you calmed down your laughter , bokuto had wipped his tears of joy & exhaled . "that ... that was fun !!!" bokuto said . "yeah , it was ." you agreed . "i'm actually glad that i didn't say no to you ." you told him , letting out a light laugh . bokuto grinned , "yeah !!! seeee !!! i told you it was gonna be fun , y/n !" you rolled your eyes playfully , "whatever , whatever ." you said .

#i used to ride wagons down my grandpa's backyard all the time with my sister and cousins fjsjdbd #so this was based on thise good memories :)) #completely self indulgent #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #bokuto kotaro #bokuto kōtarō #bokuto x reader #x reader #also idk how to end it fjsjdje

[aam-loves]

It’s heeeeerrrreeee! I made it🙈 it took me ages.

Day 15: a song that's a cover of another artist

Song: Daft Punk - Get lucky

This my first experience writing light smut and I’m anxious about posting it😳

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“Jug, man, you have to come out of your cave and get some already!” Archie whined.

Jughead looked around his penthouse theatrically “Don’t see anything wrong with my cave”

“Are you kidding me? It’s Friday evening!” Archie rounded his eyes.

“Yeah, and I’m perfectly fine with spending it with books, pizza and video games, it could be even better if you joined me and I’d beat you ass”

“Come oooon, Jug, you are spending way too much time working already, you need to go out, see people, get laid!”

“I don’t need to get laid” Jughead muttered.

“When even was last time you were with woman?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Because!” Archie threw his hands in the air “Look, Jug, just go out with me, we’ll have a couple of drinks and maybe get lucky with a nice girl. Just do it and I’ll be off your back for some time”

Jughead squeezed his eyes and surrendered “Fine”

***

Jughead Jones stood in his bathroom getting ready for the evening. He looked at himself in the mirror. It’s still him, the same stormy blue eyes, unruly black hair and lean toned body even at almost 30. But something was different, he didn’t feel himself. He lacked inspiration. His book series made him wealthy, but he was stuck now. He wanted to start writing something new, but there was not a single word in his head that he wanted to print. It was like he burnt himself out. He didn’t want this life. No, having money was good, especially after being poor for the most of his life, but he got tired of everything this money could offer him. He missed the feeling of overwhelming inspiration, the words pouring out of him on pages, drinking coffee not out of habit, but to keep energy up so he could write more.

He didn’t know what he had to do to return this feeling, but at least he could make his best friend happy and go out with him tonight. Maybe he could get lucky with some girl, that was really too long since he was with a woman.

***

After 3 hours in a bar Jughead abandons all hope for a hookup. He had to reject 3 rather beautiful ladies. They just didn’t do it for him. It seems he reached the state where he can’t be sexually attracted to a woman if everything she can talk about is celebrity gossip, Instagram or how many calories are in this drink.

He sees Archie approaching their table, leading an attractive Latina girl with his hand on her back and some blonde girl behind them.

“Here we are” he hears Archie saying to the girl coming up to their table. “Jug! Look who decided to join us, this is Veronica” he points to the Latina girl and she primly shakes his hand.

As Veronica slides to take a seat on the opposite side of the booth Archie introduces the second girl “and this is Betty”, he quips and sits next to Veronica.

Betty shakes Jughead’s hand and stands awkwardly by the table. She is pretty, blonde wavy hair, big doe eyes and bubblegum pink lipstick that matches her dress. His checking her out is interrupted by Archie clearing his throat. Jughead’s eyes shoot to his and Archie lifts his brows tilting his head in Betty’s direction. Jughead is confused for a second, then he realizes that he has to scoot for Betty to sit down next to him. As soon as he does so, Archie turns to Veronica and they properly forget about their friends. Jughead almost groans and prepares himself to listen about the amount of calories in martini.

“So... Archie told us you are a writer” he hears her soft voice.

“Uh... yeah”

“What do you write?”

“It’s crime fiction, I don’t know if you’ve heard about “Blood in the river” book series... um, I wrote them”

“Oh my god! I have all of them! They are so good, I get captured in the book so much I forget to eat sometimes. Did you really write them?” her big green eyes are sparkling in the lights of the club.

Jughead is surprised and amused, usually girls in clubs don’t really know what crime fiction is, lest read his books.

“Yeah.... yeah, I did. And what is that you do?”

“Um... I’m getting my PhD in Industrial Engineering and Operations Research, last year now. And I work in the library part time.”

At that he is stunned. Like who is this this girl? She doesn’t look like a gear head at all. And she likes reading crime fiction. He sits there just looking at her when he registers she is speaking again.

“... I like to restore vintage cars when I have time, mom hates it, but that’s my and dad’s bonding time” she chuckles.

Ok, she is pretty, no, beautiful, actually, now that he’s had a chance to look at her properly he can see she’s really beautiful. And she is obviously smart.

He gulps down his dry throat “you are an enigma, Betty”.

A beautiful smile appears on her face and she looks at her lap blushing.

She is so adorable and alluring at the same time. He wants to take her home, spend a night with her, date her, marry her, have children with her.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, he really can’t imagine her in this world. Loud clubs full of drunk rotten people.

“Sometimes all of it becomes too much and V drags me to some club or bar for good fun”

“Well, I think I just got really lucky this night, it would be really upsetting not to get to meet you”

***

He lifts her and places on the kitchen isle without interrupting the kiss, that becomes more and more heated by every second.

They spent all night talking, at some point their bodies drifted closer on the bench seat, his hand found its place on her thigh and she bit her lip while her eyes darkened. Veronica and Archie were making out opposite them and when they decided to go to Veronica’s place, Jughead offered Betty to continue at his place, to have some vine and... talk.

At some point her subtle glances and constant biting of her lip became unbearable. He cupped her face and connected their lips. She eagerly responded and even deepened the kiss. He backed her to the isle and here are they now.

He moves to kiss her neck and slips a strap of her dress lowering his mouth to her shoulder and collar bone. Her hands are in his hair, holding his head to her and he is gripping her hips with such force, he thinks there will be bruises in the morning.

She crosses her ankles behind his back and pulls him closer, so that his crotch collides with her heat where her dress has lifted up her hips.

She starts grinding into him and unbuttoning his shirt. He groans feeling himself getting harder and returns to her lips.

“Jug....” she pants against his lips

“What do you want, baby?”

Betty moves her hands to pull his shirt off him and whispers “I want you to touch me”.

He surges forward to capture her lips in a bruising kiss, tips of his fingers teasing the skin on her inner thighs, thumbs rubbing the crease near her core, feeling the edge of her lace panties.

She nearly whimpers from frustration and overwhelming need and tugs his hair.

Jughead slips his finger into her panties and tugs her dress and bra lower to reveal her breast at the same time. A low moan escapes Betty’s mouth when his lips capture one of her nipples and his nimble fingers slide through her soaked folds. She is so wet, it was never like this before.

When his fingers find her bundle of nerves pulsing with need she looses all coherent thoughts, but moves her hands to his belt buckle anyways.

He moves to her other breast slipping one finger inside her, she arches her back, pressing her chest into his face and her head falls back with a loud moan.

The sounds she makes and the way she responds to him make him dizzy with want. He finally leaves her full breasts, nipples wet and puckered, as she slips her hand under his boxers and wraps him with her delicate fingers. Her hand so soft, but her grip firm and oh so good, he groans burying his face in her neck and tugs her underwear down her long legs while she pumps him slowly.

“I can’t wait anymore, I need to be inside you” he whines, hips bucking into her hand.

“Take me” she whispers and it’s all he needs.

He manages to fish a foil packet out of the back pocket of his jeans just before the slip down his legs.

He slips into her slowly and it’s the best feeling ever. He fucks her hard right there on the kitchen isle and then once more slowly but passionately in bed.

It’s almost sunrise when they lay in his bed, properly sated and he wants to keep her here, beside him, look at her in the morning, bring her coffee to bed and then maybe take a walk in the park and talk some more. He wants to tell her all of this, but he is so deliciously exhausted that his eyes close themselves and he falls asleep with a smile on his lips.

***

She can’t fall asleep, she feels his breath even and steady where her head lies on his chest. She carefully detangles herself and slips from bed. She turns to look at him, sleeping peacefully. He came to the club for a hookup and she shouldn’t delude herself into a fantasy, no matter how good they seemed to each other. She sighs, picks her clothes walking through his apartments and leaves.

***

Jughead wakes up with a smile, anticipating a sweet morning with a blonde goddess, but this smile quickly leaves his face when he realizes he is in bed alone. After inspecting the apartment he understands she left while he was sleeping and she didn’t bother to leave a phone number. He is frustrated and angry for a moment, he feels used. But he refuses to take it. It felt too good to just let it go. And he doesn’t mean just sex, she is incredible and anyone would be a fool to skip his chance with her.

It takes him about 20 phone calls to wake up Archie and he exhales relieved when he finds out that Betty’s friend is still with him. Then it takes him about 30 minutes of explaining and begging Veronica to organize him a meeting with Betty, as she refuses to give her phone number.

Now he has to wait until the agreed time. Meanwhile he finds himself reaching for his laptop and words pouring out of him. She pushed something in his head, he feels inspired just after talking to her.

When the time comes he goes to a little Italian restaurant Veronica set the meeting in. He is nervous as if he is a teenager again.

Betty is already sitting at the table, her eyes on the menu. He quietly walks to the table and slips into the sit opposite to her.

“Finally, V, I swear your cryptic messages...” she lifts her head and trails off, eyes rounding.

“Hi, Betts”

“Jug... what are you... why?”

“I was really upset when I found out you left this morning without me saying you just how amazing you are and that there are at least several dozens of books we need to discuss, a handful of conspiracy theories I need to share with you and some surfaces we have to defile”

When she doesn’t say anything back and just sits there stunned and gapes at him, he becomes nervous.

“That is unless you don’t want to, than I’ll just leave you to have a nice Italian dinner and go drown myself in self pity”

At that she seems to return to herself.

“Oh my god, Jug. Of course, of course I want to”

“Well, than, I guess yesterday I got really lucky” he smirks and she blushes prettily.

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[stargazing-enby]

🎃A Drarry Halloween story...🎃

[ID: a night sky background with a row of pumpkins at the bottom and the words “Pumpkin Boy by OTPshipper98” written in the middle. End ID]

Drarry | 6.5k | Teen and Up | Fluff, Angst, Pre-Hogwarts, Trick or Treating, Child Abuse (Abusive Dursley Family), Childhood Crushes, Bickering | Read on AO3 | Read in Spanish | There’s fanart!

“Come oooon! I promise I’ll be back by eight. They won’t even notice I left! They’re too busy entertaining their boring guests, they’ll just assume I went to bed!”

The elf cringed at his tone. “Dobby is still not thinking this is a good idea, Master Draco.”

“I don’t care what you think!” he snapped. “This is my last chance to do this before I have to spend every Halloween at Hogwarts, and you are not going to ruin this for me. That’s an order.”

Pride filled his chest as Dobby bowed at his feet and stretched out his arm. He’d done it! He’d convinced Dobby! Oh, Merlin, he was really doing this. He was going to Muggle London. All of his friends had said they’d do it this year, and he was determined to have the best story to tell when he saw them all again.

“Where to?” the elf muttered, shaking. “The city centre?”

“No. That’s where all my friends will be, and I want my story to be a surprise. Take me to…” He looked around, trying to come up with any Muggle place he knew the name of. He shrugged. “To the last Muggle place my father ordered you to Apparate to.”

A loud crack, a pull at the pit of his stomach, and they were gone.

He looked around and immediately wrinkled his nose. “Where are we? This place looks ghastly.” And scary, but he didn’t say that out loud.

“In P-Privet Drive, Master Draco.” Dobby let go of his hand. “This is where—”

“I don’t care. Where are the houses and the Muggle kids?”

“They are being this way, Master Draco.”

***

“Jade, wait for me!”

“Uuuhh, I’m gonna kill you!”

“Aaahhh! Noooo!!!”

Harry snickered. That had to be the silliest ghost costume he had seen all evening, and yet those two idiots were running like their life depended on it. They were so gullible—ghosts didn’t even exist!

He brought another one of the chocolates he’d nicked from Dudley’s bag to his mouth. Five more to go. He’d have to finish them before the Dursleys got back home, or he knew he’d get in trouble.

Another group of kids approached 4 Privet Drive, and he spied on them from between the flowers of Aunt Petunia’s fuchsia bush. Ah, he knew those girls—they were the popular group from year 4. He wondered if they’d be as popular the next day of school if their classmates were to realise the resemblance between their group costume and the stinky, over-boiled shrimps Mrs Figg cooked on special occasions.

Pity he was the only kid in town who’d had to suffer Mrs Figg’s poor cooking skills.

Another kid walked past. Harry almost missed him, because he was wearing what looked like a really expensive costume of Death—his cloak was a deep shade of black and covered his whole body, and he was carrying some sort of… bag, over his shoulder. It was so big, it looked as though he was about to carry a corpse with it. He would have made quite a realistic impression, had it not been for the pointy hat that rose from his head, which kind of made him look like a gigantic walking cone of ice cream.

But none of that really mattered, because this kid was new. Harry had never seen him before, and he didn't seem to know where he was going—he kept staring at 5 Privet Drive, as though wondering if the house would bite him if he approached it.

This was his chance of making a friend—one that Dudley couldn't possibly have threatened into hating him yet.

Quickly, he crawled towards the window and climbed into the living room. He almost turned on the lights, but thought better of it and resorted to squinting as he searched of something that could resemble a costume. The old wardrobe in which aunt Petunia kept her old scarves caught his eye, but he didn't dare use one of those. It did remind him, though, of the ragged scarf he’d nicked from the back of Dudley’s wardrobe to wipe the blood of a scratch on his knee the previous spring. He’d hidden it under his bed, and he was pretty sure it was still there.

Two minutes later, Harry looked himself in the mirror and saw a half-decent impersonation of a pirate. His glasses were a bit crooked, but at least they held the scarf in place so that it covered his eye. His clothes were baggy and a bit stinky, but for once he didn’t care—weren’t pirates stinky after all?

He was about to run out again when he remembered—he had to cover his scar! He couldn't risk the wind moving his fringe—he was sure that kid would think him a freak if he saw it. That was what the Dursleys always called him.

Did pirates wear hats? Well, Harry shrugged, grabbing one of Dudley's old ones, now they do.

He stepped outside, frantically searching for that pointy hat. The kid was nowhere to be seen, he realised, his heart jumping.

He advanced a few more steps, but hesitated. Walking all the way to the road was not a good idea; if the Dursleys somehow found out he’d escaped Mrs Figg’s creepy old guest room, he’d be doomed.

Harry still couldn’t see that kid. Feeling disappointed, he grabbed a stick from the front yard and hit the grass. Ugh, he shouldn’t have left his stupid bush.

“What are you supposed to be?”

Harry jumped around. It was the pointy boy! The adjective really did suit him, Harry realised—his chin was extremely sharp, and his eyebrow was raised in an almost perfect triangle as he stared at Harry with a skeptical sneer.

“Er… I’m a pirate. See? This is my sword.” He raised the stick in the air.

“Really?” The boy had a very posh accent, too. “Because you look like you just escaped Azkaban prison, honestly.”

“Azka-what?”

“Of course, you wouldn’t know what that is.” His sneer deepened. “I don’t know why I thought talking to a Muggle would be a good idea.”

“What did you just call me?” Gosh, the kid was weird. And a bit mean. But Harry kind of liked him already—it wasn’t hard to see that he was trying to hide the fact that he was lost, and that made his anger feel endearing rather than annoying.

“Nothing.”

Harry didn’t really know what to say to that. A moment passed and the kid shuffled a bit.

“What are you dressed up as?” Harry asked.

The kid huffed. “You should check your glasses if you have to ask! I’m a wizard, of course!”

“That’s not how wizards look,” he pointed out.

“Excuse me?!”

The boy’s offended expression was so harmless and exaggerated that it actually made Harry snicker. “It’s not my fault you look like Death!”

“I most certainly do not look like Death!”

Man, the kid was proud. Harry sighed. He really should change subjects if he wanted to have any chance at becoming friends with him.

He pulled a chocolate from his pocket and handed it to him. “Here. What’s your name?”

The kid eyed him suspiciously. “Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. Yours?”

“That’s such an uncommon name.” Draco still hadn’t accepted the chocolate, but Harry kept his arm stretched out. “I’m Harry.”

Draco pulled a face, but finally took the chocolate. “I don’t like that name.”

“Why not?” Harry frowned. “What's wrong with it?”

“Nothing, I just don’t like it.” Draco inspected the chocolate thoroughly, as though he’d never seen a pumpkin wrapping before. “I think I’ll just call you something else.”

“What?!”

He brought the chocolate to his mouth and hummed. “From now on, I’ll call you Pumpkin Boy.”

“You’re so weird,” Harry said. When Draco raised his chin defiantly, Harry smirked. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Pointy Boy. I like weird.”

“You’re such an entitled git!”

“Well you’re a pointy brat,” he shot back.

Draco clenched his fists. “Are you going to come trick or treating with me or what?”

Harry’s heart jumped at that. Him? Trick or treating? Oh, god, he’d get in so much trouble if the Dursleys found out. But he really wanted to befriend Draco. Who wanted to go trick or treating with him!

“Sure,” he said casually. “Let’s go.”

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