#show up suuuuuper deep down

[sicjimin]

can you do one where jin gets sick during a concert that he needs to be put on iv drips before the show (some emeto pls)? and throughout the concert jin is suuuuuper clingy to jungkook, hugging him from behind bcs it melts my heart everytime i remember how the members say jin is rlly clingy when he's tired. kookjin was so cute during the busan concert, they got me teary-eyed. pls do this if you can ryu ur my fav writer on tumblr 🥺

— Busan Chaos (Seokjin ver.) —

a.n : this is not a part 2 of my previous fic .. i just ran out of title 🤣 and since i use the same concert in mind, so hence the related title. anon, thank you for requesting !! im so sorry for the long wait, i hope you're still around TT and i hope this is fluff enough .. for you? or at least what you had in mind .. aha i hope you like it , happy reading !

"Aahh ..", Seokjin moans in pain. His voices echoes through the small bathroom as it got amplifies by the toilet bowl he's currently dived his head into.

"Sshh .. it will be over soon, hyung", Jungkook murmurs beside him, his hand been steadily rubbing the older back up and down since 5 minutes ago.

Seokjin whines again, moving his hand from his head to his stomach, rubbing it aggresively to get the shit done. "I just want to pu—mmmm", he squeezed his eyes shut as his body shuddered with a harsh wave of nausea. He then scooted forward to lean further over the toilet.  "Kook .. i feel sick", he breathes out, letting his lips part slightly and trembled with a shallow gag.

"I know hyungie .. it's okay", Jungkook sits up straight, brushing the older hair back and massaging his tense nape—feeling it tenses with preparation. "You will feel better soon"

Seokjin huffs, gripping the toilet tightly as he retched with increasing intensity, and after less than a minute a lumpy flow of brownish vomit coursed out of his mouth and splashed noisily into the water. "Fuck ..", he chokes out, visibly shuddering, as his fingers curls even tighter than before.

"Ah .. that's great hyung", Jungkook says softly, "Let it out"

Seokjin sucks a deep breathe—his response was a gurgling heave, and another flood of mush poured out of his mouth. There gone ramyeon he ate this morning. He coughs when the spice caught up on his throat and nose. He sniffles, letting tears flowed down his cheeks as he closed his eyes—a burp rumbles through his body as a mouthful of vomit coming up. His stomach is working up—churning its content up wave after wave until it's filling half of the bowl.

"Hyung .. breathe .. you're throwing up a lot", Jungkook mumbles beside him, flushing the toilet when the gag has stopped. The older still has his head ducked down. "Are you done?"

Seokjin swallows hard, shaking his head weakly, resting his forearms on the toilet seat and angling his mouth into the bowl. "Still feel horrible", he belched and drooled.

He's sure that the makeup artists gonna scold him once he's done. His makeup is all smudged right now with snot and tears. "What time is it?", he croakes out. They have to get ready in two hours.

"We still have time, don't worry hyung", Jungkook reassures him gently, wiping the corners of Seokjin's mouth. "The others will come find us when they finished getting ready".

Seokjin hums. He feels awful. His head is pounding, his heart pounds and his stomach clenches violently as more saliva escapes from his lips. It's like his body is trying its best to expel everything inside of him at once. He ends up giving out 2 more rounds of his stomach content again—before his body deeming that it's enough.

Jungkook trails beside him. His hand never leaves Seokjin waist as he helps the older walk back to their room. At time like this, he's grateful for the younger—he's strong, and he can be intimidating if he wants ; as he glares at the makeup artists when they almost fussed over him. "Let Seokjin hyung rest first, we still have time"

Seokjin barely have energy to say anything—immediately curled on the couch and hides under the blanket. He feels cold. Everything is cold.

Jungkook leans over him, holding up the cup of water with one hand while rubbing his back in slow circular motions. His other hand brushes through Seokjin’s sweaty hair, keeping it out of his eyes. “Drink first hyung, you need to be hydrated", he tells Seokjin firmly, and gives him some water in a straw.

Seokjin grunts, and sips slowly at the water. He groaned once, but didn't really make much noise. The water tasted bitter, but it helped him calm down a bit. He felt a little better.

"Do you need anything?"

Seokjin shakes his head, "No .. let me rest for five minutes", he whispers hoarsely.

Jungkook nodded understandingly and continued to rub Seokjin’s back, “Okay hyung, take your time, I'll wake you up later”

***

Seokjin woke up feeling more exhausted than ever. His fever been progressively worse, and also his headache and his nausea. It feels like his organ pulling him in every other directions. He groans, stirring awake—not sure who he needs to call for help.

"Hyung .. you're awake?"

Someone hovered over him, and that must be Yoongi—his grumpy yet soft voices give it away.

"Yoongi ..", Seokjin tried to sit up, but his limbs are weak. He fell back on the couch after struggling for a moment. His whole face paled, as he tried not to throw up again.

"Don't move too much", Yoongi's voice is laced with concern, taking Seokjin's arm to steady him so he doesn't slam his head against the couch.

"What time is it?", he asks, hands nursing his temples as the world is spinning around him. He doesn't dare to open his eyes, or he will throw up.

"4.30", Yoongi answers quietly. Fuck, they have to get ready in an hour. "What are you feeling?"

"Awful", Seokjin breathes out. He doesn't have time. "Can you asks for IV, Yoon?"

Yoongi's breathe hitched. It looks like he gonna say something, but decides against it. "Okay", he opted instead. "Wait here hyung"

Seokjin nods, inhaling a cautious breathe as he tries to calm down his erratic heart. It didn't take long, before there's staff and a worried Jungkook and Yoongi fussing around him.

"Not feeling better hyung?", Jungkook asked concerned. It's make sense—He is rarely sick. Especially ; this bad. So seeing him like this must be scaring the youngest.

Seokjin smiled weakly, "After this, Kook. Hyung will be fine"

"You can always sit down the concert hyung. We will be fine", Yoongi mumbles. And Seokjin bites his lips as needles prick into his skin—a second later, liquid flowing through it. He takes a deep breathe.

Please work.

"No .. i don't want to", Seokjin mutters. He grimaces at the stinging sensation. It's starting to get uncomfortable. "I think i'm going to puke again", he mumbled, turning his gaze to the younger.

Jungkook's eyes widen, and Yoongi already gone—coming back few seconds later with plastic bag in hands. They both sitting closer to the older ; Yoongi cupping the bag under Seokjin's mouth, and Jungkook holding him steady as he starts to retch—the contents of his stomach spilling onto the bag. Seokjin vomited for a while—until his stomach empty itself.

"Fuck .. this is awful", he groans once all of the water he took already moving to the bag. Yoongi disposed it quickly ; afraid that the sight might set him off again. But the elder did relax afterwards, and lays down.

Jungkook wipes the sweat off Seokjin forehead with the back of his palm

"How are you feeling now?", Jungkook asks softly.

"I'm a little dizzy, but better", Seokjin murmurs.

Namjoon barges in before Jungkook can fuss over him again. His eyes full of concern. He must have a lot in his mind—so before Namjoon can frets ; "Hyung will be fine, i will perform, Joon"

"Hyung .. no", the leader breathes out. "I don't want to risk it"

Seokjin sighs, "Joon-ah, i'm fine! i already took IV, see?", he sways his hand that still pricked with needle, "I will feel better soon! I already am!", he looks around, wanting a little approval from .. anyone.

Hoseok bites his lips. "Hyung .. you know how it is to perform while you're sick. It's horrible"

"I know .. but i can't disappoint ARMY", he whispers, fiddling with the blanket on his laps, "This gonna be my last stage. I want to say a proper goodbye to them"

And that seems like strikes a nerve—as everyone suddenly remembered the purpose of this concert ; another side why they push through this much.

"Let him", Yoongi says after few beats of silence. "Hyung will take it easy. If it's get bad we will pull him out. At least let him meet the fans properly, us too. They deserves to see as a seven, even just for few songs"

Seokjin smiles tiredly, "Thank you", he whispers and closes his eyes, "I'm sorry I made you guys worry"

"Don't be silly", Namjoon laughs and sits beside him, "it's our job"

***

The IV drips did wonder, and maybe also a push from his inside to meet ARMY—surprisingly he managed to last until encore. He did feel dizzy and feverish few times ; taking one more IV drips and 3 cans of oxygen as he collapse badly after the first set—but he did it.

They are now saying their ment, then it's encore, and the concert will be done. He scoots closer to Jungkook—feeling his body starts to droop low ; like it knows the concert gonna end soon.

"Hyung, you're heavy", Jungkook chuckles, "Are you okay, hyung?", he whispers, pushing away his mic when he feels a warm body clinging to his hoodie. "Tired", Seokjin mumbles, eyes still watching Hoseok giving his ments.

"Hang on a little, we're done after this"

He hums—still feeling exhausted though. He bites back a yawn, and blinked tiredly at the members in front of him. He tightens his grip on Jungkook's shoulders.

Few more minutes.

"ARMYYY", he cheers out. It's time for his ment—despite his currently foggy brain, he breathes out a relief sigh when he still managed to say what he wants to say. Jungkook squeezed his shoulder in encouragement, and he smiles. Letting his head lolled to the younger.

He's so tired.

It feels like hours, until they finally bow down and say goodbye to the fans. The concert is done. He did it.

"Hyung! You're doing a great job!", Jungkook and Jimin beams right beside him, sandwiching him as they walk backstage. Seokjin smiles, blinking furiously as he could feel his energy lowering. Adrenaline visibly leaving his blood.

He feels so weak.

Jimin still chatters beside him, and so is Jungkook. So is the members that walk behind and in front of him. But Seokjin didn't catch any of that—"Kook ..", he mumbles weakly, his arms hanging loosely from his shoulders. "Jungkookie".

"Yeah hyung?"

Seokjin frowns, "I think i'm going to faint"—and then it's black for him.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!seokjin #caretaker!yoongi #caretaker!jungkook

[demonsfate]

can i spill nonsense to you guys? complete rubbish, so i’ll put it under a cut but -

the funny thing is i have been considering writing my own take / adaptation on the lore (probs won't 'cos i'm super lazy and unmotivated unfortunately!) but like. when i wrote DJ's death scene - i actually had it planned out for one of these ideas. it would be in the Tag Tournament retelling. and yea! tag ISN'T canon to the games. but i found a silly way to make it work. it'll be set during TK7. i have two ways of making it so) in violet systems, jin is resting and the others are fucking around with equipment in hopes it'll make jin wake up faster. or they consciously realized they can help jin in his own head - either way, they literally end up in jin's head. (ONE OF THOSE END UP IN THE DREAMS TROPE) because i got the idea has tag is supposedly all just a dream. so i'm thinking what if it's all jin's dream.

i'm thinking lars, alisa, eddy, xiao, hwoarang, and nina are legit in jin's head. jun is there, but it's unknown whether it's the real jun or just a figment of jin's imagination - she is jin's tag partner. anyways, in this - DJ is hosting the next tournament with special rules - it's a tag one. DJ, looks just like jin, not presenting himself as a devil, but instead with the formal suit like he did when he ran the zaibatsu. (however, he sometimes "glitches" into DJ's actual form) first it seems like a good dream, as heihachi is his younger self and he gets along with his father quite well. and same with kaz. nina, unfortunately is forced to pair with her sister (the sister being a part of jin's imagination, tho) because this is all in jin's mind, the partners' have already been set. xiao mentions how "cute" this is, as deep down inside, jin is just as optimistic as she is and wishes everyone can just get along - the ones i've mentioned that went inside jin's head replaced the "dream versions" of themselves.

however, as it slowly goes along - it becomes more nightmarish. when lars and alisa defeats heihachi and jinpachi - heihachi pulls out a gun and shoots alisa (as it's representing the trauma jin had when heihachi shot him) this is when DJ informs them that if they "die" in jin's head, they die in real life. luckily for alisa, though, lee can get her back online - as she is a robot.

in the end, all parties loses the tournament and it's only up to jin himself. BUT - as he goes to fight DJ, DJ takes over jun, and she becomes unknown and gets on his side. lars and the rest tries to intervene, saying this is unfair, it's supposed to a TEAM battle. but an invisible (or mental! hehe) wall forbids the rest from helping jin. they all wondered why they were even here in the first place, if in the end - this is a battle jin has to fight alone. and jin looks back at them and says, you all weren't useless after all, because you showed me that no matter what - there are still people who haven't given up on me. and that much has given me strength. you all risked yourself for me, i'll risk myself for you.

then that's when ANGEL suddenly appears. and tells DJ that she might've failed once before, but she won't fail another mishima again. and also demands DJ that she sets free her "child" (jun) and when DJ refuses, angel makes herself the tag partner of jin

aaand that's where jin and angel are victorious - jun returns to her former self, and DJ is defeated - and where i got inspiration for that drabble of jin taking DJ's powers, and erasing DJ. except i had the idea of them all watching it, and then jin asking angel if he's always going to be impure. which angel tells him, yes, you will always be part demon - but that doesn't mean you can't make your own decisions to be good. then he and everyone wakes up and so on.

i know it's suuuuuper silly but i think it can work. i think it's cool.

#✏️ - ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ // (ooc) #// i've got me own ideas... SDFNDFGNJ #// i just wish i wasn't so lazy with art and writing nowadays....

[dizzybelle]

Day 21 - Spider + Sea Serpent Mostly a scavenger, the Colossus prowls the depths, devouring the fallen remains of other large sea creatures, or anything foolish enough to delve deep enough.

#my art #febstermix #spider #sea serpent #100% inspired by subnuatica #the foreground is basically the spires biome #from below zero #but like #thats not even a deep biome :p #i just thought the aesthetic worked #irl those kinds of deep sea smokestacks #show up suuuuuper deep down #so yknow #it works #a lot of this is really lazy i cut a lot of corners

[4dtk]

jaehyun as a bf

anon: “your writing brings me butterflies i love it you are so underrated!!!!! would love to request a jaehyun bf headcanons (like the one you did of mark <3)” thank you for the kind words anon <333 hope you enjoy this one!

(a bit of a plug lol but check out NCT 127's ideal r/s headcanons in this post!! i appreciate you checking it out! <3)

brief mentions of sex, but nothing explicitly nsfw!

likes to talk about music with you

especially jazz. there’s a plethora of songs out there with different renditions and sometimes he likes to ramble about who’s rendition he likes best

would play the piano for you if you asked, just maybe not after schedules or something. but usually when you’re free or alone together in the room, he likes you to sit beside him to listen to him play

you guys like to play a little game where he’ll play the chords and you play like a random note to create blobs of music

even if you don’t know how, the way the session always dissolves into giggles is his favourite thing in the world

if you know how to play the piano that’s great too!! jaehyun just likes the unexpected notes that come out since there’s no set melody in his mind

jaehyun needs to have some part of his body on yours at all times. like he has to hold your hand all the time, or a finger hooked around your backpack, or an arm around your waist.

at least when you’re together he does it very often and he’s just. obsessed with you lmfao

it’s also the reason he buys a promise ring when he’s sure of you as a significant other so you always have a part of him with you (his love)

would buy you those lockets for you to put pictures inside. he doesn’t care where you wear it though, around your neck, wrist, ankle, as long as the locket is on your person

he clings onto you like crazy in the mornings. jaehyun’s a heavy sleeper and likes to hug you on his side, so you’re always having trouble trying to pry him off of you in the morning

a bit nsfw: he likes morning lazy sex lol, ngl. jaehyun adores the rawness of your relationship in the morning and the sleepiness in your eyes when you’re gently pushing him away. he knows you don’t mean it but he makes sure you really want it first

loves the sunlight kissing your skin and the slow, gentle movements

so so intimate, he prefers it to the rougher forms of sex, but sometimes he doesn’t have that luxury since they leave for schedules quite often in the wee hours of dawn

for cuddling sense, jaehyun likes it when you’re under his arm and cuddled into his side. classic position but he dies every time inside when you look up at him and there’s this clueless look you have. has the biggest smile on his face after and you have to repeat the stuff you said bc he’s too distracted by how your eyes shine

second hot favourite (more of when you’re making out) is when you’re straddling him. nothing sexual, just like you on top of him when you’re kissing and stuff. he digs it when you’re pulling away for oxygen and he has to lift his body to reach for your lips again

gets flustered from kissing, but doesn’t show it. if he’s found a way to suppress the crazy crimson on his ears (which i doubt) then he will but his words will always contradict his expression

jaehyun can say “are you nervous, y/n?” with a smirk but his ears keep giving him away!!!!

mfer’s hands are shaking too when he trails it over your body. in disbelief you’re his.

sometimes shamelessly moans into the kiss LOL, not too loud but he whines when you pull away, and has to kiss you breathless again

when you kiss him, expect like a long-lasting kiss. doesn’t mind small pecks and stuff but he’ll want to savour your lips a little longer than a mere peck

jaehyun likes your neck too. when you’re hugging his face is always in your neck, placing small little butterfly kisses

you need to look out for him, always. mans always tripping over something at some point. it’s become more frequent now that he has you and my god he’s so unable to keep his eyes off of you that he trips over simple things. he once tripped over nothing

on the daily when he’s not tripping over you, he’s clumsy in a sense where he drops food on the table. he once struggled to tie up his growing hair into a mini ponytail bc it was just too little hair. the hair tie slipped from his fingers and shot itself into your face - those kinds of small small mishaps

it’s endearing but sometimes you can’t help but laugh at him

likes to take you out on impromptu dates. dates that are close by and easy to plan (?) i guess.

not saying jaehyun is a lazy boyfriend but he likes the more candid dates where you decide what to do as you go along. of course if it’s a big day like your anniversary or birthdays then he’d want to plan something out.

other than that, he just either lets you choose the places to go there or you two decide along the way. he doesn’t want to impose options for you and pressure you. if he’s being honest, he wouldn’t know where to go either lol so he just follows wherever you bring him

laughs so much when he’s with you. giggles, deep laugh, whatever you name it. your relationship is very light-hearted and he finds that he’s the one laughing more when you deliver jokes even tho he wants to make you laugh too

i can’t lie… his jokes can be dry sometimes i’m sorry jaehyun 😭 so he backs it up with laughter and has to catch his breath sometimes bc he finds it really funny

you’re not laughing at the joke, rather at his laugh so you might have to tell him that some way or another bc he’ll just keep making bad jokes i’m sorry y’all

he can’t handle the suuuuuper cheesy physically affectionate films or series (with shitty plot) but i feel like if the story’s interesting enough he’ll pay attention. likes bittersweet films too, i feel, gets him thinking

doesn’t mind cliched plots (fake dating / idealist girl meets realist boy / idk any others lol) but would propose something at the end that he thinks will make the movie/series more interesting

jaehyun likes to share his theories with you

unironically wants to learn the la la land tap dance scene with you. he ALWAYS hums city of stars too, no matter what. idk why but it sticks to him, in bed, in breakfast, when he’s doing something random

he did it once on the radio and he received a text from you in break that told him he was humming along to the song

with that said, jaehyun wants to try out the stuff in the rain quite a bit. making out, dancing, lying down, running, he likes that fascination that society has with doing things in the rain

doesn’t like it too much that he’ll get soaked, but as long as you’re with him and willing to do it, he’s all for it

jaehyun would def want kids in the future. wants to dote on them and buy them stuff and whatnot. wants to see them running around the house with laughter while you both struggle to contain the bursts of excitement they have

doesn’t care for the dynamic much. if he’s the one to stay at home to take care of them while you work, he can work with it. if it’s the other way round, he’s okay too

he just worries that if he’s still involved with the entertainment industry, you might have to take a back seat since he’ll be the one earning the money, and he doesn’t want babysitters either.

heart is so so full when he comes back home and you’re just playing with the kids, or singing them to sleep. any sight of you with him is enough to make him melt into a puddle

HAS to hold them even if they’re asleep. wants to always have them close to him while he nudges you to shower or get the food ready.

like jaehyun, he would wanna meet someone in a vinyl shop or bookstore. he knows it’s cliched but the thought of meeting someone when you’re buying something is exciting. anything unexpected for him, he welcomes it

the next few are just random, miscellaneous headcanons: he likes to see you in his clothes, preferably with nothing underneath. just his shirt lol. cheeky man

jaehyun likes it when you shower together (again, nothing sexual, just likes the domesticity)

likes it when you fall asleep on him

will never stop gushing about you to his parents, first time you met them they’re like “he’s told us so much about you!” and he really did

feels comfortable in your presence, no makeup, messy hair, no need for a perfect bod. he’s just jaehyun. jung yuno if you will

adores it when you call him “lover” i mean boyfriend is good, significant other is good, but lover is just chef’s kiss

it is a bit cheesy if you think about it, so it’s not often that you say it. when you do say it in songs when you’re singing it to him, he can’t stop smiling

plays lover, you should’ve come over when he’s on tour bc it’s the closest thing he can get to a replica of how he feels for you

and when jaehyun falls asleep to the song, all he can remember is your honey voice singing it to him. he’ll just have to hold onto it before he can see you again

<3

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[fanficsfromyesteryear]

Hi! Can I request headcanons for dating marcus (deadly class)? Thank you

HEADCANONS FOR DATING MARCUS LOPEZ ARGUELLO

A/N: Just a head’s up, I got a little carried away, so this is kinda long lol. Also, sorry this took forever! I’ve been suuuuuper busy lately :/ I almost had it done before work picked back up, but I couldn’t figure out how to end it. Anyway, I hope you like it!!

Before the two of you started dating, Marcus had no idea that you liked him, and for good reason

You did such a good job with hiding your feelings that sometimes even you forgot they were there, which was kind of the whole point

With girls like Saya and Maria around, sending out mixed signals and dropping subtle hints that they liked Marcus, too, it was intimidating

Add Marcus’s constant cynicism about love, and life in general, into the mix, and it was clear the chances of him actually liking you back were next to nothing

So, you knew it was probably for the best to move on

You used the “if you ignore it, it’ll go away” approach in the hopes that if you simply didn’t acknowledge your feelings, the problem would disappear

All this did, however, was create a whole new issue

Somewhere along the way, you’d begun to take the thought process of ‘ignoring your crush’ too literally

You and Marcus were best friends, so when, out of the blue, you stopped talking to him, he could tell something was up

He had no clue what, though

Naturally, he assumed it was something he had done

Marcus started asking around among your mutual friends to see if they knew anything, but they were all just as out of the loop as he was

You hadn’t told anyone about your repressed feelings for Marcus, and you had no intention of letting the secret slip any time soon, but accidents happen

The truth came out one night during a game of truth or dare when you were up on the roof smoking with the Rats

Your confession came tumbling out quicker than you could even think about reeling the words back in

“You hear that, Romeo?” Billy asked, elbowing Marcus in the ribs. “Y/N’s got the hots for you”

All Marcus could do was laugh nervously as he looked down at his feet, refusing to meet your gaze

To your relief, no one brought it up again for the rest of the game

When the next day rolled around and your crush on Marcus still wasn’t the topic of conversation, you started to think that you were in the clear

Maybe they’d all been too stoned to remember when they’d woken up that morning

Your hopes were shattered by the late afternoon

As you left the bathroom, Marcus spotted you from across the hall

He quickly rushed over and caught you by the elbow, dragging you back through the doorway

“Relationships aren’t really my thing,” he said

Marcus sounded like he had more to say, but before he got the chance, you cut him off

“It’s fine,” you said. “I get it”

“No, no. I mean, I like you, Y/N, really. I just don’t wanna mess it up”

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face even if you tried

“You’re not gonna mess it up”

Before either of you could say more, the bathroom door opened and Petra walked in

She glanced between the two of you knowingly

“Hate to break this up, but if I hold this piss in any longer, I’ll explode”

With that, she pushed past you both, effectively ruining the moment

It didn’t take long after that for you and Marcus to make your relationship official

‘Official’ is a bit of a loose term in this case

For the most part, both of you kept the fact that you were dating fairly under the radar for fear of what others would do with that information

In a place like King’s Dominion, something as small as caring for another person beyond using them as an ally was seen as a weakness that could and would be used against you, and the last thing either of you wanted was to be put in a situation where you were pitted against each other

Of course, there were several instances when one (or both) of you nearly blew your cover

Such as in Martial Arts class

Instead of fighting you, Marcus would try to cop a feel

You’d quickly smack his hand away

“Miss De Luca’s right there!”

“She’s not looking”

In defense of both of you, though, a class in which hormonal teenagers are asked to pair themselves up and wrestle is practically an invitation to break the ‘no sex’ rule

The other classes you shared weren’t any better

Master Lin caught you and Marcus staring at each other instead of paying attention on multiple occasions, earning both of you a smack from his cane

Although Marcus was somewhat known for his smart mouth and talking back to authority, he knew better than to challenge Lin, not mention that if he did, he’d risk exposing the two of you in the process

So, Marcus bit back his insults and held in his tirade until the two of you were safely locked away in his dorm room

“He had no right to hit you like that”

“I’m fine,” you assured him, shoving another tissue up your nose to stop the bleeding. “Besides, he does it to everyone”

“That still doesn’t give him the right”

“Next time, I’m gonna stick that cane right up his ass”

Marcus wanted to shield you from all the violence at King’s, but when it was coming from teachers, there wasn’t much he could do about it

If it was a fellow student pushing you around, on the other hand, there was no holding him back

You loved how protective Marcus was of you, but sometimes you worried that he’d get carried away

Marcus always made sure you were never around to witness the fights take place, but the scrapes and bruises on his face that hadn’t been there when you saw him that morning were all the proof you needed

In such cases, you would insist on patching him up afterwards

The first few times this happened, Marcus was embarrassed by all the attention you were giving him

After a while, though, he grew to love the feeling of having someone fuss over him, especially if it was you

It was nice to have someone care about him for a change

You weren’t much of a fighter, but making sure he didn’t get Tetanus was your way of looking out for him

When you and Marcus weren’t getting into trouble, you were actually a pretty cute couple

Your roommates became accustomed to the two of you being a package deal, which often meant sneaking into each other’s rooms after lights out

Sometimes, it was to make out, but other times, it was so you could have late night conversations that you didn’t get the chance to have during the day

The topics of these conversations varied—they could be deep and philosophical (which was Marcus’s favorite kind), an opportunity to open up to each other about yourselves and your pasts, a time to plot someone’s death (usually only theoretically), or simply joking around

After especially long days, you would accidentally drift off in the middle of these nightly chats with your head on Marcus’s chest, but he never minded

He’d pull the covers up on your side and wrap his arms more tightly around you

While both of you were perfectly capable of pulling all-nighters, whenever you fell asleep, Marcus was never far behind

The sound of your evened-out breathing was like a lullaby to him, so it was safe to say that his sleep schedule drastically improved after the two of you started dating

You’d found that you slept better with Marcus, too, so on the few nights you spent apart, you’d doze off listening to the mixtapes he’d made you in your Walkman, which were full of your favorite songs and songs that reminded him of you (though, these had quickly become your favorites, too)

It was rare that the two of you weren’t together, though

Even during the day, you and Marcus were practically joined at the hip

At lunch, you would hold hands under the table and share food

Of course, this always opened the door for plenty of teasing from your friends, especially Lex

“While you’re at it, why don’t you chew the food up for each other and pass it back and forth like little birds?”

“Fuck off, Lex”

It was always in good fun, though

Actually, the other Rats were relieved when the two of you finally got together because the weird tension that had been brewing leading up to that point went away, meaning group hangouts could carry on normally

They could overlook you sitting in Marcus’s lap if it meant you weren’t being distant and secretive

Just like they pretended not to notice when you showed up to class wearing each other’s blazers by mistake after spending the night together

Or walking in late looking ✨especially disheveled✨

All in all, you and Marcus are King’s Dominion’s cutest couple™️ that only, like, five other people know about, but still-

#marcus lopez arguello #marcus lopez x reader #marcus lopez arguello x reader #marcus lopez arguello headcanons #marcus lopez headcanons #deadly class #deadly class headcanons

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Spring Cleaning

Sean Falco x Reader // Bad Samaritan 

and they were roommates, no.4

Prompt: We decided to deep-clean and declutter our entire apartment, can’t be too embarrassing what we find, right? Word Count: 1.1k  Warnings: none

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You were sitting with your legs crossed, a bag of trash on one side of you, a pile of old books on the other, and a box of miscellaneous paper in front. Now that you were officially into spring, you and Sean had decided it was due time you did some well needed spring cleaning. Sean’s tiny apartment didn’t allow for this much unnecessary junk. Most of your stuff had been living in boxes under Sean’s bed, your bed, that you shared, for the four months you had been living there. Sean had failed to clear out space for you and you both had been too busy to do it until now. 

“Do you really need every single stuffed toy you’ve ever owned?” Sean asked, sitting surrounded by the soft animals you had expertly packed into one box. Both of you were apparently too sentimental to clear out your own stuff so you had agreed to go through each other’s. You didn’t remember there being that many when you packed them, but seeing them spread out around him, it did seem a bit much. 

“I am sentimentally attached to every single one,” you argued, reaching for the one closest to you. You smoothed the synthetic fur of the little blue bunny, snuggling it against your cheek as you pouted at Sean. He gave you a stern look, not falling for your argument or puppy dog eyes. “Anyway, this is only what I’ve collected in the last few years. Definitely not all the ones I’ve ever owned.” 

“So not too sentimentally attached then. We can get rid of them?” 

“Fine,” you threw the bunny in his direction, which he caught before it hit his face. “Put them in the charity bag.” You turned back to the box in front of you, pulling out a pile of paper and flicking through them to see if there was anything important. They seemed to all be unpaid bills and warning letters. 

“Jesus, Sean. Are we even allowed to be living here?” You held up the pile to show him what you were referring to. 

“Those are old. I promise we’re not about to be evicted. Bin them.” You did that, considering that maybe you should’ve gotten a second bag for recycling, and digging back into the box. This time you grabbed a bunch of old greeting cards. There didn’t seem to be anything particularly special about them and you thought it was cute that he had kept them all, curiously flipping open the top one to read what was inside. 

“My gorgeous Sean,” you read aloud. “I hope you have the kind of birthday that makes you feel as special as you are to me. Wishing you well, have a great day. With love from Mum, Don and Rowan. Aww that’s sweet.” 

“Why are you reading them? Just throw them away!” Sean reached out to grab them, almost falling as he was too far away. His cheeks were tinged pink as you laughed at his embarrassment. You flipped open the next one and began to read it. 

“Sean! Happy birthday! I love you so much, I can’t imagine how my life would be without you in-” you cut yourself off as your eyes skimmed over the name at the bottom. Riley. You quickly closed the card, looking down at the front of it. From the silence it was obvious that Sean had recognised the message, and you felt like such an idiot. “You don’t want to keep any of these?” 

“No,” he replied, his voice gruff. It was clear this box hadn’t been looked in for ages, so obviously there was going to be a card from his ex, how could you be so stupid to read it out without checking who it was from? You threw the whole pile into the bag, quickly glancing over to Sean, seeing that he had gone back to rounding up the toys, the jokes and laughter replaced by a heavy silence. You went back to the box, reaching for the remainder of the cards to throw them away, but as you lifted them out one card fell from the pile. It was a picture card, a photo of Sean and another man on the front. A man you had only seen in photos. Derek. In the photo they were both smiling at the camera with beers in hand, Derek's arm across Sean’s shoulder. They looked so happy and relaxed, and your heart broke for Sean’s loss and for the friend you never got to meet. Based on the age on the card, this was likely the last birthday card Sean had gotten from him before everything had happened. You couldn’t get rid of that one, but you didn’t want to upset him any more than you already had, so you slid it into the top book on the pile next to you. 

“Oh my god!” Sean suddenly exclaimed, breaking into a fit of laughter. 

“What?” You turned to find him clutching his side with one hand, an open notebook in the other that you instantly recognised to be the diary you had kept in high school. “No!” You shouted, quickly standing to grab the book from his hand, but Sean was too quick. He jumped up and out of the way, holding the book above his head and out of your reach. You pulled at his arm, desperately trying to reach it. 

“Dear diary,” he read as you jumped up, your fingers skimming the edge of the paper. “Do you believe in love at first sight? Because I do.”

“Stop!” You buried your face in your hands, wanting to scream with embarrassment. You had forgotten that it was even in there.  

“A new boy started at school today, and he is suuuuuper hot,” he read, in a forced american accent that didn’t reflect yours at all. “He smiled at me as he walked past and I definitely felt a spark. I think we might be soulmates.” You collapsed onto the bed, hugging your knees to your chest as you curled up, praying for the floor to open up and take you away from here. 

“Please stop.” 

“Should I be concerned? Your soulmate is out there waiting for you. What’re you doing here with me?” He closed the notebook, leaning over you. He pulled your hands away from your face, tilting your head to look at him. You could see the amusement dancing in his bright green eyes and he couldn’t hold back the smile. 

“That’s so embarrassing,” you groaned. 

“Yeah,” he laughed, lying onto the bed next to you. “Maybe the soulmates thing is a bit much, but I believe in love at first sight.” 

“Really?” 

“Yep. I knew from the first time I saw you.” He gently stroked your cheek with his thumb. 

“Wow. Real smooth.” He smirked, shrugging the shoulder he wasn’t lying on. “I love you too,” you whispered, leaning in to lightly kiss him. He held your face close to his, kissing you harder, the spring cleaning completely forgotten. 

Taglist: @bisexualnathanyoung @misskittysmagicportal @nightingale-rose @forenschik @love-is-dirty-baby @super-unpredictable98 @firstpersonnarrator @messengeronthemoon

#sean falco #sean falco x reader #bad samaritan #robert sheehan #robert sheehan character fic #roommates prompt #I decided last minute to write something for Sean's birthday #so in order to post this before i go to bed i haven't checked it for mistakes #and also rushed the ending a little but oh well enjoy #i had always planned this prompt to be for sean but only thought of the birthday cards today #didn't mean to make it sad in the middle there #my writing

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On the ending of Supernatural

Hi, I’ve never actually posted anything on Tumblr of my own creation (I mostly reblog stuff), but I’ve just seen the ending of Supernatural, and given that this is where I’ve been fed my SPN content, it felt right to share my thoughts here. I’m sure nobody is going to read this, but whatever, I just need to get this out of my chest. Sorry in advance if this is too long, but I have to type this out if I want to move on.

I still need to take some time to process everything that’s happened, because it is a lot. I did have my hopes up for the finale, thinking that Cas would at least show up, but like many of the fans, I was let down.

So I guess that would be the first issue I had with the episode. Regardless of what Dean felt towards Cas, if he reciprocated his feelings or not (which he totally did, I mean, we have all been watching the same show for 12 fucking years, and if you don’t believe me, there are plenty of metas that would support this statement), he still is his best friend and it doesn’t sit right with me the fact that he doesn’t even try to find a way to rescue Cas from the Empty. And okay, maybe he didn’t, make Cas got resurrected by Jack, then why the hell wasn’t he on the final episode? He was a pivotal character for the series, I mean, the proof is in the ratings: Season 7, when he was killed off to apparently never return, the ratings were at their lowest. The show may have started as just Dean and Sam, but over the years it became much bigger than them, and it is so disappointing that the show runners failed to acknowledge it. But I’ll get back to this point later.

Okay, I need to talk about Dean’s death, the only part of the episode that made me cry, because my poor baby had to suffer so much! Like, when he started saying that Sam never put up with John’s crap (which reinforces my headcanon that John was abusive towards the boys) and how much he admired him for it, my heart just shattered. I just love Dean Winchester so freaking much, and they did him so dirty... Don’t get me wrong, Jensen and Jared’s acting was 10/10, like, I thought I had a grip of myself and then Sam started crying and tears came back to my eyes. Nonetheless, I felt that the scene was so freaking long! I mean, Dean was dying, and he had time to make a 10 minutes-long speech! C’mon! Also, I get that Sam and Dean’s relationship is quite deep and strong and whatever, but I felt a bit unconformable watching it: it didn’t feel like a brotherly goodbye, more like a lover’s one. They were too touchy and intimate, and, overall, their relationship from this point on was coded as a romantic one, in my opinion. And Chuck, did I hate it! I have an older brother and I know what it is like to be close to your sibling and to love him more than anything else in the world, but the way they portrayed their relationship on this last episode felt incest-y, which makes me believe that this scene was originally written with another character in mind (cough CAS cough) or the writers don’t know the difference between romantic and brotherly love. To finish off, the way they killed off Dean??? I mean, I did expect Dean to die, but this was such a horrible and ridiculous way to go... I would have accepted it if he died actually fighting, but impaled??? After all he’s been through, after fighting so many demons, angels and deities, that’s how he dies??? That just felt cheap and rushed. Dean did not deserve that ending and I refuse to accept it. In fact, I refuse to acknowledge the existence of this whole fucking mess of an episode. Also, I just can’t believe that no one showed up to Dean’s funeral. I just can’t. I get that maybe it was difficult to bring in a lot of actors due to the pandemic, but they could have added them on post-production...

Next, we have Sam’s ending. He quits hunting and finally obtains his white-picket fence life. I did like the fact that he honored all of his friends and family that he lost along the way, especially Dean. Like, yes, if my brother died, I would like to keep a token (don’t know if that’s the actual word for it, my first language is not English), to have something with me that reminded me of him and to have him with me wherever I go. And I did like that he named his son Dean, in honor of his brother. However, we don’t know how he met his wife, we don’t even know who she is. They set up Sameileen for what?? Like, Sam and Eileen deserved better, tbh. And, again, even with Covid restrictions they could have done something to signal that Sam got married to Eileen, you don’t need the actor there. In fact, we never actually found out what happened to her, and just like I can’t believe that Dean didn’t even try to save Cas from the Empty, I can’t believe that Sam didn’t reach out to Eileen. Furthermore, the montage with his son felt cheap and a way to try to appeal to the audience’s emotions... (Btw, as a side note, the grey wig and the glasses, my god, they did Jared dirty 😂😂). But it wasn’t doing it for me, I didn’t care much for the kid, and while I do believe that was always going to be Sam’s ending, I didn’t like how it was executed.

And the worst part of it all: that suuuuuper long scene with Dean driving in Heaven, waiting for Sam. They could have used that time to show something more meaningful, even to develop a bit more Sam’s new life, how he adjusted to domesticity and fatherhood and all that crap. Or, I don’t know, A TEAM FREE WILL 2.0 REUNION??? And I guess this is my biggest issue with the whole episode. I get it, Sam and Dean are the central characters, the ones that started it all, but family don’t end with blood, and they were not the only ones who deserved a goodbye. They had formed so many bonds and friendships over the years, and to not have them address them on the final episode just feels infuriating. Especially Cas. His arc was not finished, he deserved to be on the finale. We never got Dean’s reaction to his confession, we don’t know how he felt about him, nor did Cas get to say goodbye to any other character. How did he get out of the Empty? What is he doing now? Is he still an angel? Also, he gave his life to save Dean, only for Dean to be killed not long after. My headcanon that is helping me cope with Dean’s death is thinking that he was so quick to accept his death because he was hoping to reunite in Heaven with Castiel. A girl can dream, ok??? But also, what about Jack? He is the new God, but I highly doubt it that he won’t drop by the Bunker from time to time, after all, Sam and Dean (AND CAS, ESPECIALLY CAS) raised him. And Charlie? Did she get back with Stevie? Did she and the boys go for drinks from time to time? And Jody? Donna? Claire? Sorry to be so repetitive, but I just can’t understand why the writers thought that these characters weren’t important enough to deserve a spot on the finale, and not just an off-hand mention (and not even all of them got that). Of course, the brothers are the main characters and their goodbye must be the longest and the most emotional of them all, but like I said before, the show stopped being just about the Winchesters on season 3, when Bobby was first introduced, maybe even 4, with Cas.

Overall, the finale left a lot of questions unanswered, most of them regarding secondary characters (but not less important for that!), completely destroyed Sam and Dean’s character development (Dean never got to be free, like he had been fighting for all season, probably all his life; Sam’s development is non-existing, as he ended up as he would’ve if he never had gotten on that hunting trip with Dean 15 years ago), and completely disregarded all the themes they had been setting up this season, probably on previous ones as well. It is sad knowing that the writers, either don’t know the show good enough to give it a proper goodbye, or they just didn’t care to do so. I don’t know who’s to blame here (definitely not the actors, though, probably someone higher up the chain), but I just know that I am so fucking disappointed. I expected more from the last episode of a 15-season TV show, one that has been part of my life for 7 years. I guess, that despite all of it, I can’t hate Supernatural. Maybe I was not a hardcore fan like some people on this site, but I did care for the characters and what happened to them. This is the show that introduced me to the world of shipping (Destiel will always hold a special place in my heart, it doesn’t matter how badly their relationship was treated, as well as the characters) and I got to discover one of my favorite characters, Dean Winchester. He is just such so complex, one that I relate to on so many levels, and his relationship with Cas has been the source of many short stories that I’ve never posted anywhere, but that have made me take up writing again. That’s the reason why I love the show so much, it has helped me tap into my creativeness and go back to writing, a passion of mine that I seem to have forgotten over the years. Anyways, maybe one day I’ll publish some of those stories, and maybe even write my own fix-it fanfic, but right now, I can’t deal with anything that has to do with the show, I am too hurt. Maybe once the five stages of grief are over, I might give it a try and read all of the amazing codas and fanfics that I’m sure will be posted here or on AO3. But for now, Supernatural is dead and gone, and I don’t want to talk nor think about it anymore. I’m done wasting my time here, because I feel like that’s what I’ve been doing this past 7 years after watching this crap of a finale.

To finish this long rant off, I just want to say thank you to some meta-writers, the true heroes of the fandom. Thanks to them, I carried on watching the show, because they made me have hope that things will get better. They are the ones that have made this experience worth something, and even though I’ve never spoken to any of them, I see you and I love you. Thanks for everything ❤. 

@tinkdw @charlie-minion @dotthings @heliodean @verobatto-angelxhunter @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover

#supernatural #spn s15 #spn #carry on #destiel #supernatural finale #personal rant #dean is bi #dean winchester #sam winchester #disappointed #dean winchester deserved better #destiel forever #jack also deserved better #every fucking character deserved better #character development who? don't know her #castiel #spn spoilers #spn 15x20

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THE SEXY

HALL🎃WEEN COSTUME 🎃👻💀🍬 YOU WEAR THAT MAKES YOUR VOLLEYBALL PLAYER GO: 🥵🥺 part 2

Haikyuu!!

Ft. Tendou, Kenma, Daishou, & Aran

Part 1 | Part 2 🩸 Part 3 🩸 Part 4 🩸 Part 5 🩸

Ojiro Aran -

A Pretty AF Princess👑👸

this hubby-material, absolutely perfect creation of a man has a royal kink. It’s not up for debate! 

argue with your mother if you disagree

Not in some crazy cocky sense where he thinks he’s royalty or something...

It’s moreso that he literally sees you as his princess already..... and treats you like it—even though you two have only been on a handful of dates!!! 

Where you wore cute and casual outfits only. 

Sooooo when you’re dressed as how this boy actually sees you....mannnnnnnnn

Aran Ojiro is all: 😦😦‘s and 🥺🥺🥺🥺’s

and a whole lotta 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩’s

Be prepared for him to shower you with compliments and attention, god damn 

At the Olympic Team’s sober bar hop yall go to, Aran’s telling you how beautiful you look and how much a crown on your head suits you every half an hour 

It puts butterflies in your stomach every time.

He’s dressed as a Prince to match you (which you had to beg him to wear because he doesn’t like the attention) and the entire night your new boo thing was treating you so sweetly 

Kissing your hand, holding you bridal style through door frames, bowing to you 🥺🥺🥺🥺 the whole nine yards

The twins, Bokuto, and even Sakusa kept making fun of him for being so simpy

But the man didn’t care lmao! he kept speaking over the boys when they chirped him, yelling at them that they are FORBIDDEN TO SPEAK TO YOUR MAJESTY WITHOUT ROYAL PERMISSION 💀

You couldn’t stop blushing, even though you were shy... you secretly felt like you were on cloud nine by the way he was being with you, honestly 

You thought the dates couldn’t get better but here we are.

“Ojiro..........” You blushed as you watch the guy you’re seeing and falling in love with Oop— press his plump and soft lips to you hand again.

“Hm?” He asks, opening them and looking up at you through his long lashes. He never removed your hand from his lips. You swooned even harder as your heart pounded, looking away. You tried again. 

“Umm.... you’re just being so kind treating me like this all night even though your friends are making fun of you, and you say it’s because I am your Princess but.... you do know that YOU’RE the one that gives off a Royal vibes, right?! Your entire aura and the way you carry yourself—even when I first met you—screams King. Plus everyone says it. That’s why people keep saying how much your costume fits you. You’re Like........” You gave yourself a beat to think. “—-you’re like the kind and gentle Prince who takes over his father’s throne and changes all the mean laws that were there.... then takes the peasant girl for his wife because he only cares about true love. That would totally be you. You’re like, amazing, Ojiro.” 

You were still looking away from your crush when you finished, immediately wanting to sink in a hole caused by utter embarrassment. 

What am I, a damn Disney narrator?🙄, you thought pathetically. 

Aran studied your features when you said all of this, his eyes softening. As soon as you were done speaking, he romantically pressed his lips against your hand again and then brought your hand down between you two, holding it. 

Next, he gently turned your chin with his free hand so that you were facing him, and so that you could see the sincerity in his eyes. 

You whimpered from the intensity you saw there. 

“Y/N,” Ojiro began in his gentle-king voice. 

“I could really go on with a monologue right now about how you carry yourself the same way you just described for me—like a Princess who overtakes her father’s throne and denounces any preexisting closed minded laws, then decides to give the humble baker—that’s me, a shot at a life of euphoria with you...... but I’ll save that for another time....” he paused, and you swore that you would never forgive yourself if the tears you were feeling decided to fall and ruin this moment. 

“No! It’s you, Ojiro. I’m not even close. You’re so perfect and—“ A handsome smirk graced Aran’s handsome face, making your butterflies explode. Somehow looking at that smirk you just knew that he could tell you were holding back tears with everything in you, so, being the modern Prince he is, Aran came to your tear-saving rescue. He lightened the voice, effectively lightening the mood; but his eyes remained just as intense. He chuckled cutely before explaining the reason behind the intensity. 

“Okay well uhh, hey, if you insist on calling me a Prince.... Then... as my first order of duty 👑, I’d like to ask you, my fair maiden, if would consider being so kind as to call this Prince: your new boyfriend? I mean—damn—sorry, did they even use that term back then?!” 

Your heart bursted, practically springing out of your chest:

Not Prince Eric, not Prince Charming and not even Flynn fucking Rider had anything on how amazing this Prince was! 

Your emotions bubbled over, letting out giggles that sounded just like a real Disney Princess’. 

“Yes, Aran!” You exclaimed, lunging forward to hug him. Aran laughed brilliantly, thanking you. 

You just basked yourself in this ending: Not knowing that your “yes” was the beginning..... of your fairytale. 

A/N: shoutout to my upcoming King Aran AU omg I am smitten 🥺🥺🥺

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Kenma Kozume -

Gamer Girl 🕹🔌

When it comes to Halloween costumes.......

You and your boyfriend Kenma are both lazy. 

So when Kuroo called and screamed at both of you because you promised to go to his work’s party tonight, (especially Kenma who would look really good to his superiors) you both reluctantly agreed .... again😑😑😑

While Kenma simply showered, dried his hair and put on your cat ear head band and called it a day, 

You realized that you had to scramble for a presentable costume. Shit. 

You scoured Kenma’s condo since you have been staying here and won’t have time to go home. 

Freaking out because you found shit all, your bf told you that you really don’t have to wear a stupid costume because this party is stupid and Kuroo himself is stupid. 

Speaking of the devil: kenmas phone starting ringing with the Kuroo ringtone, meaning he was calling. 

Kenma tried to ignore it, so you went into his game room to retrieve his phone for him. 

While you looked for his phone near his gaming set up, your eyes fell on your boyfriend’s Professional Gamer headphones. 

You placed his headphones on, fixed your glasses and decided you’d go as a cute gamer girl! 

Kozume followed you in after a while when he didn’t hear you on the phone, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw you. 

“Th-those are my headphones.” Your youtuber says flatly, trying not think about how mind blowingly attractive you look with them on. 🤯🤯🤯

You just pointed at his costume.

“And that’s my kitty headband. What’s your point?” You retorted, winking at him behind your glasses. “I have a costume now: I’m a gamer girl. Do you like it?” 

Cat boy could only nod, his eyes growing dark. He pictured you gaming and it made him suuuuuper turned on. 

You noticed and like the little shit you are, you closed the distance between the two of you and wrapped your arms around his neck. You puckered your lips asking for a kiss. 

Kenma’s cheeks flared up, unable to stop himself from looking down your tight black & white tank top at your boobs. 

In true Kenma style, he ignored your ask for a kiss. 

“Kuroo is probably ou-out-outside, Y-Y/N. We should go.” Obviously flustered, your boyfriend quickly collected his phone from his desk and made a beeline out of his game room. 

You laughed, calling out to him from your place in the room. “I saw your boner, Kenma!”

“Shut up.” You heard your monotone boyfriend call back. You could picture his blush.

You smiled. 

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Daishō Suguru -

Poison Ivy 🧑‍🦰🌿🥀

Your boyfriend is a self proclaimed snake . 🐍 he even recently got one tatted on one side of his chest and it looks AH-MA-ZING

But anyways... like I said: 

Your boyfriend is a self proclaimed snake . 

.....And Snakes like leaves 🍃

Therefore, you dressed as a leaf.

LMAOOOOOOOOOO

After you got all ready, 

You Facetime’d him because he was away at a tournament and you wanted to show him your costume 

When Daishō answered while grocery shopping, he was not prepared. He dropped his phone, picked it up, stared at you in awe, then he quickly hung up on you. 

He didn’t want to sport a boner in the fucking meat aisle so he practically raced to the cash and called you back when he got in his car. Lol

no but fr Daishou went gaga when he saw you dressed as the sexy Poison Ivy

Not only is he a DC > Marvel Enthusiast, but Daishō loooved Poison Ivy because he and the super hero/villain had similar personalities 

Poison Ivy approached DC Universe situations the same way Daishō approached rival volleyball games: with a manipulative sense, a temptress grin, and ultimately being someone no one you can tell whether they are a hero or a villain. 

With all of that to consider, your man wasn’t even thinking about that because he was too busy thinking you look like sex-on-legs 

He stared at your body madddd hard

“Fuck me. I wish I was Clark Kent right now so I had x-ray vision.” He groaned as he covered his free hand over his face, opening his fingers to peek at you. “What are you wearing under those leaves? Anything?!” Your snake-like boyfriend tried to sound stern, but you knew better. 

“Nothing.”

Licking your red lips, you lean toward your laptop so that your boyfriend could see a close up of those red lips.

You saw him instinctively lean closer to the camera and take a deep breath.

“Your Best Friends/Name isn’t picking me up for another hour, Dai. But you and I both know that really means two hours. Anyway, I’ll slip on underwear when she gets here but I was....... sort of hoping you could show Poison Ivy that snake of yours......before then. She hasn’t met him yet🥺.”

In his rush to get back to his hotel for some hot ass web cam sex, Sugaru forgot the groceries in the car.  Oh well ;) 

the extra grocery trip he’d have to take later that night was well worth it. 

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Tendō Satori -

Skeleton Chick w Dope Clown Makeup

“Y/N CHAAAAAAAANNNNN!” 

you cringed and put your hands out in front of you to protect yourself, just in time before your boyfriend Tendou tackled you on the bed you two share 

You expected this, and that’s why you had strategically placed yourself in front of the bed when you finally told your boyfriend you were done your makeup 

3 hours ago, you had a long talk with your red head as he sat down with his legs folded like a kindergarten student: 

“Ten. I love you, but you are NOT ALLOWED back in the room until I’m done my makeup. You’re too loud, and you’re making me shake. I need precision. I promise I’ll call you in when I’m done and have my costume on.” 

Just like a kindergartener student, your boyfriend gave you puppy dog eyes. 

“BUT—“ 

“Ztttt! No buts!” You shut your eyes so that you weren’t looking at his puppy dog eyes that get you every time. “Ten, you can come in as soon as it’s done.” 

You heard him sigh, so you sealed the deal.

“Don’t forget that You’ll be the first to see it, my special boy.” 

“Alright!!!!” Tendou jumped up.

“Please, bring me to the room and shut the door behind you.” Since your eyes were still closed, your boyfriend hummed and linked his arm through yours, doing exactly as you asked. He lead you to your vanity and helped you sit down. 

“I’ll be waiting! Cant wait to see it! I’m going to bake a Halloween cake to waste time!” 

You felt a familiar kiss to the top of your head, then you heard your bedroom door shut. 

God you loved that Chocolatier. 

***

3 hours later, you were questioning why you loved that Chocolatier🙄, because he was crushing you under his weight after tackling you

Your boyfriend quickly rolled off of you and began his chatter. 

This was both of your favourite holidays so Satori has been gushing the entire week 

“OHO, you look awesome, Y/N-chan! When I was young, no one would take Halloween as seriously as I did so they’d say hurtful things behind my back and it made me very sad.....!!! Last year Ushi actually dressed up as the peanut butter to my jelly which was cool, but he didn’t know the words to the song for Karaoke......” His eyes lit up. “But now I have YOU! Someone who loves October 31st as much if not more than me! Oh, and you look beautiful AND scary! How did you do that??? Can you do my makeup like that, my love?! I want to match you! I also want to make love to you..... and—“

You reached over and covered Tendou’s mouth with your index finger. 

This cutie shushed himself, making himself cross eyed because he was now looking down at your finger on his own lips

You laughed. There is so much you could respond to, but thinking about a baby Ten being all excited for Halloween and his stupid bullies making him feel like shit for it tug at your heart strings, disallowing you to say anything else to your brilliant Chocolatier:

“Ten...........I love you. Happy Halloween.” 😌

This time, you hadn’t had enough time to put your arms out before you were tackled by an enamoured Tendou Satori again. 

Who do you want to see react to your Sexy Hall🎃ween Costume next?

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Characters that are currently in queue: Iwa, Ukai, Daichi, Oikawa, Mattsun, Kuroo, Kyoutani, Akaashi, Tsukki & Noya.

#ojiro aran #daishō suguru #tendou satori #tendo satori #kenma kozume #nekoma #inarizaki #shiratorizawa #nohebi #aran ojiro x reader #tendo x y/n #kenma x you #haikyuu daishou #hq Kenma #hq tendou #haikyuu aran #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! #haikyuu kinktober #how kinktober #hq headcanon #hq headcannons #haikyuu headcannons #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuuwritersnet #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu halloween #haikyuu boys

[winged-reaper]

You Better Keep Her Safe

(Author-chan message: Hi there, this was a really heartwarming idea that boom-bakugou helped me come up the idea for. I enjoyed putting it together. I hope you all like it, please check out their blog as well. ps my ask box is open)

Pairings:  Bakugo x Hawk’s Little sister

Warning: Fluff and maybe some over-protective big brotherdom, mention of bullying

Summary: Reader takes her boyfriend Bakugo out to meet her big brother for the first time and he gets the big brother talk when she is out of earshot. 

“Come on Kaa-chan it won’t be that bad meeting him I promise.” (y/n) said as she drug the Nuke of the UA towards the park for their meeting. Bakugo groaned. He didn’t see how it was necessary for him to meet his girlfriend’s brother. He was dating HER not him, why should it matter.

“Angel do we really have to do this?” He asked for the umpteenth time making (y/n) giggle.

“Yes sweetie. We’ve been dating for over a month and he’s finally got a day off. So I want to introduce you to him.” (y/n) smile sweetly at her boyfriend making him blush a little before he mumbled something resembling a ‘fine....’ He took you hand and started tugging you along to the garden you planned on meeting your brother at.

~~~~~~

A few minutes later you both arrived at the stone archway entrance, and you put your hand to your forehead as you scan the heads to see if you can spy a familiar face. You would have kept searching until a poke in your side catch your attention and refused to stop.

“Kaa-chan. Stop...” (y/n) said as she tried to push away what she thought was her boyfriend’s hands.

“I’m not doing anything.” He said with a gruff in his voice making (y/n) blink before she reached down and grabbed what was poking her in the side. In her hand was a long red feather.

“Hey lil bird.” Said a voice that made the couple turn to see a golden haired man with goggles and a pair of red feathers wings on. A big smile appeared on (y/n)’s face as she ran to hug the man.

“Big brother! I missed you!” The man laughed and hugged (y/n) back.

“And I missed you too lil bird.” He looks over at Bakugo. “Are you gonna introduce me?” (y/n) nods before going back to her boyfriend.

“Kaa-chan this is my big brother, Keigio Tamaki,  aka Hawks. And big brother this is my boyfriend Katsuki Bakugo.” Hawks looked at Bakugo with a smile before holding out his hand.

“Pleasure to meet you.” Bakugo gulped before taking his hand and shaking it.

“...Pleasure... is all... mine.” He replied with gritted teeth. (y/n) smiled happily that introductions went smoothly without either her boyfriend exploding her brothr 9or her overprotective brother using his feathers to turn her boyfriend into swiss cheese. 

“Come on, let’s head inside.” (y/n) said as she grabbed both men’s hands, surprising them, before dragging them inside the garden as they had planned. They blinked but quickly followed after her. 

~~~~~~~~~

After a short time (y/n) was bent over her knees exhausted, panting as she tried to catch her breath.

“H-how are you two not outta breath too?” She asked, making Bakugo smirk slightly. 

“I told you, you don’t work out enough, but I can help you build up your endurance easy.” He teased making Hawk shoot him a dirty look. (y/n) chuckled at hearing him say that. 

“Okay. Okay. I get that’s what I get for wanting to do an outdoor activity with two pro heroes.” She said with a smile as she peered past both blond men’s forms. In the distance an ice cream cart was being pushed through making your sweet tooth instantly cry out. Hawk noticed her gaze and almost drool like expression and followed her eyes. A smile grew across his face.

“Same old lil bird.” He tease, making her turn red for a moment. “Want me to get you some ice cream like old times?” He asked making her shake her head before getting a small spark of energy. 

“No I can get them for you both. You both took the day off because I asked you too so it’s the least I can do.” Before either man could protest the offer, (y/n) had already scurried off. As they watched her go over to the salesman, Hawk turned to Bakugo with a dirty look. 

“I hope you don’t plan on hurting my precious lil bird.” The winged man said with a snark in his voice, almost making him seem like he was closer to a demon. Bakugo glared back with narrowed crimson eyes.

“As if I would ever do anything like that.” He scoffed back.

“Well you better keep her safe, otherwise I’ll have to come pay you a visit.”

“Ooooh scary... you forget I’ve dealt with scarier villains Mr pro hero.”

 As Hawk was about to say something back a loud voice was heard in the distance. They stopped their bickering to look over at the ice cream vendor when (y/n) had run off to. She was indeed over there but was surrounded by a few girls Hawk recognized as high school bullies she had dealt with. As he was about to step forward to come his sister’s defense, he noticed Bakugo’s presence had vanished beside him. 

“I should have figured you would be gorging yourself.” One of them said.

“Yea, I mean why not, it’s not like she’d have a chance at scoring a boyfriend not with those puny wings on her back.” The other said before chuckling with a smirk. 

“Well you have gained a little weight since high school. What happened? Did you have a one night stand and get yourself knocked up?” The first one sneered making (y/n) whimper. She had also been insecure about her image. But ever since she met Bakugo and he insisted he loved her regardless of how she looked, she felt more confident in herself. Enough that she was able to feel comfortable with a tiny belly pudge because he let her indulge in the things she loved without making her feel less than. Or at least that’s what she thought. Even though it had been a few years since high school, their words still cut just as deep. As (y/n) was about to start crying, she left a physical weight on her shoulders. 

  She blinked away a tear before looking to the left to see a glaring Bakugo who’s gaze was narrowed and directed at the bullies. Instantly their demeanor did a 180 when they saw.

“Ground Zero, it is such an honor to meet you.” One said as they recognized one of the top heroes in his civilian clothes.

“We are your biggest fans.” The other added making the knot in (y/n’s) stomach grow as Bakugo smirked. 

“Really? Funny, if you were my biggest fans then why are you still bullying my girlfriend?” He said with a hint of disdain in his tone. (y/n) looked up in shock. He was being way too calm as the fans tried to explain they were trying to help her. 

“Y-yea. She always used to pig out in high school and it was suuuuuper unhealthy and we just wanted to help give her advice.” One said catching the crimson glare. 

“So it was you two that hurt my angel.” Bakugo’s tone darkened as he confirmed what he suspected. He held up a free hand away from (y/n), letting a spark discharge to show his frustration and making the two girl’s in front of him yelp. 

“She’s beautiful to me  no matter what size she is and its only extras like you being jealous that she got the lead role.”  He said without holding back. “I love her as she is and if I find that you extras have been bugging her again well.... let’s just say we’ll take a walk down memory lane and I’ll give you both a refresher on my first year’s Sports Festival at UA.” He let another spark go off in his hand signalling for the two bullies to run off like scared animals. 

 Bakugo let out a deep breath before he left a light kiss on his cheek. He looked down at (y/n) with a bright blush at the sudden surprise kiss and she looked up at him with eyes filled with love and admiration. 

“I love you too Kaa-chan.” She said, only making his blush deepen  as he smirked. 

“Of coarse, they were jealous they couldn’t score the part of the leading lady with me.” He laughed before leaning down to give her forehead a kiss. “Come on, let’s get that ice cream.” (y/n) nodded happily as she took her boyfriend’s hand.

Hawk watched from a distance with a shocked expression but quickly smiled. 

“Guess I have nothing to worry about then huh....”

#katsuki bakugou #bakugo x hawk's little sister #ground zero #my hero academia #fluff #mha #mha fic #bnha #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha fic #hawk

[bubbyleh]

A Series of Shockingly Close Calls (ch.1)

oh no I fan fic’d a fan fic. I got thinking about soft monster au Boomer moments and it made my brain go bbbbrrrrr so then this happened. I’m woozy as hell because nobody told me that the antacids they were putting me on would make me not able to absorb my thyroid meds so I’m both very hypo, very potsy (cus hypo makes my p.o.t.s. worse) and in withdrawal so there’s no blood in my brain and I’m wacked out which makes me get suuuuuper purple with my prose so sorry for all the “forthright"s and "moreovers”. I’m just a little creature I cannot help this. Written in one sitting and probably a lot of typos and I’m sorry if I accidenally used ‘he’ for bubs in there somewhere I was having trouble with that. Once again, I’m p deep in withdrawal rn so bear with me. Anyway let me know if this is acceptable to put on ao3 as a gift fic to your fic. (yes I do plan on their being more than one chapter. no I make no promises due to aforementioned medical issues)

crocs here! sorry to put this in the middle of your submission, but i thought it’d get lost at the end. this is amazing! fanfic of a fanfic? i love this so much and i’m going to cherish it forever, thank you!

you can post this to ao3, i would be so happy if you did! i hope you feel better soon, i know health problems can be sucks. and don’t worry if you called bubby “he”, i write them using he/they pronouns (i just default to “they” for simplicity). 

also, i hope you don’t mind that i put a read more in! ________

Three months.

  Three months into Harold Coomer’s acquaintanceship with his eccentric and eclectic(in both taste and physical composition) companion was the first time the homunculus had begun to feel, as they’d put it, ‘drained’. 

  Bubby had explained to an enraptured Coomer,on more than one occasion, the nature of their state of reanimation, far different from Coomer’s own. They were a man-made construct of flesh, artfully pieced together from pieces of different corpses, stitched into a singular being and imbued with life by the great and terrible force of the heavens, in the form of lightning. 

  Coomer said it reminded him of Prometheus, sculpting mankind from clay.

  Bubby said it reminded them of a penny dreadful.

They existed in a state between life and death, though not quite undeath, either. Certainly each composite part of them, corpses as they had been, could be considered undead, but Bubby themself was a new creation that came into life for the first time upon the metal slab of their creators laboratory, never having ‘died’ and therefore not being themselves brought back from the dead, but nevertheless composed of reanimated parts.  

  They were sustained not by blood coursing through veins, but rather electricity, which was honestly a boon for Coomer. He was still fairly young, by vampire standards, anyway, and his self control could be…spotty at times, and it was nice to have a companion that he could sit beside and feel no desire to tear their throat out and drain them of their life juices. They could subsist without food or drink if they needed to, as well, which was also helpful, as it was often not possible for either of them to venture into civilization to obtain rations of any kind.

However, there were downsides to Bubby’s condition, as well, which began to make themselves apparent those three months in.

  Bubby’s escape from the lab of their creation was as unplanned as it was unorthodox. The whole thing had apparently been pure chaos from beginning to end, and Bubby didn’t seem to enjoy talking about it very much. Certainly an angry mob was involved, at least some pitchforks and torches, and a massive inferno of less than fully explained origin(‘Fire good,’ Bubby had said with a shrug), the last of which providing a convenient distraction for Bubby to make their escape into the nearby woods, but they hadn’t exactly had ample time to plan or provision their flight. They couldn’t take any of the tools or resources their creator had with them when they fled. They had no idea what they would need, nor any idea of what to expect when they were away from that lab for any extended period of time

  Three months after their escape, it began to become apparent.  

  Coomer noticed long before Bubby said anything, and, in fact, had to more or less force a confession out of them about it. 

  Bubby just began to…slow, the way one does when they’ve gone too long without proper sleep. They began to stumble more often, to take longer to think of words, and such. The difference was very slight, only so drastic as someone who had woken up an hour or so before they’d have liked to that morning, and generally only became noticeable when Bubby was themself tired, but sleep never seemed to completely chase away that fatigue and Coomer worried. 

  He especially worried when Bubby practically panicked at Coomer’s slight inquiry into the subject, insisting far too forcefully that nothing was wrong and changing the subject. Coomer was eventually able to wrestle(both metaphorically and literally) an answer from them.

  Energy of any kind, is finite, and that included the energy that maintained Bubby’s state of ‘half life’. Without supplementing it, it would eventually run out. Bubby’s creator had a huge contraption of wire and steel that Bubby would be attached to via the bolts on their neck. When lightning struck the lightning rod atop the laboratory roof, it would travel down those wires into the bolts and, by extension, Bubby, ‘recharging’ them, as Bubby put it. 

  “Why on Earth didn’t you tell me?” Coomer demanded.

  “Because I didn’t…Because it’s none of your business!” Bubby snapped. “I don’t go snooping into how you get your ‘fix’! When you disappear into a town for the night, I don’t pry into your sudden improvement in pallor. I don’t ask you about the screams!”

  Coomer flinched. It was a low blow and he was immediately inclined to take the bait, but the look in their eyes gave him pause. It was a fearful glint like a trapped animal, lashing out in fear, not anger. 

  He huffed out a small, unnecessary breath and crossed his arms.

  “What is this really about?” he asked, voice calm, but stern. “Why didn’t you…,” his voice wavered, ever so slightly, “Why didn’t you trust me?” 

  The anger in Bubby’s face drained in an instant, falling instead into a look of pain and remorse.

  “No, it’s not like that!” they insisted. “I just…I didn’t…I didn’t want you to think I couldn’t…I didn’t want you to…”

  “To what?”

  Bubby sighed, deflating. They averted their eyes, not meeting Coomer’s gaze. 

  “I didn’t want you to leave me behind,” they admitted at last, voice barely above a whisper. “There’s never been anything else like me before. I don’t know exactly how I work or how to keep myself working. I was afraid if you realized that, if you thought I couldn’t take care of myself, you’d…decide I was too much trouble.”

  Coomer burst out laughing.

  Any meekness to Bubby’s expression vanished in an instant and their bolts sparked with indignation. 

  “Why is it every time I bare my soul to you you laugh?!” they spat.

  Coomer wiped a tear from his eye. 

  “Forgive me, Bubby,” he said. “It just strikes me as so completely preposterous I can’t help but laugh!”

  “That I don’t even know how I can exist?” Bubby snarled. “That I don’t have any idea how this…hodge podge of flesh I call a body can even hold itself together? That I could just stop working one day and have no idea why? You find that ‘preposterous’?” they again cast their eyes to the ground, a mixture of shame and rage on their face.

  Coomer’s expression softened and he stepped towards Bubby to lay a hand gently on their cheek and guide their face up to meet his gaze.

  “That you could think there was anything that would make me want to not be with you,” he said.

  Bubby’s eyes went wide and his bolts sparked again, but with a softer sort of ‘hum’ of energy, rather than the earlier harsh zapping. 

  “You are one of a kind, Bubby,” he went on. “I’ve never even heard of something like you. I didn’t think something like you could even exist. It’s fascinating! You’re fascinating.”

  Bubby’s mouth opened and closed like they wanted to speak, but couldn’t find any words.

  “It’s easy, as an immortal, even one so relatively young as myself, to feel as though the world begins to stagnate.” Coomer continued. “That someday one will reach the point at which existence can yield nothing else but that with which one is already too well acquainted. But you…You’re something entirely new. Something unprecedented. There’s so much to learn from you. About you. I want to… understand you.”

  Coomer dropped his hand from Bubby’s face to their shoulder, this time being the one to avert his gaze.

  “Moreover, I want to…I want to see you experience this world, as new to you as you are to it,” he said. Had he not been long dead, a flush would have probably risen to his cheek. “There’s so much you haven’t seen, haven’t done. I want you to see them, to do them. And moreso, I want to show them to you, give them to you. The way your eyes light up at things I’ve lived in fear someday would hold for me only monotony and makes me feel as though I could never again find them mundane…I want to see that. I want…I want to never stop seeing it.”

  He braved a glance back up at Bubby, who was agape with shock. 

  “Nothing so trivial as a lack of energy could possibly deter me,” he said, voice resolute. “Even if I have to build a tower of steel and wire myself, there’s nothing that would make me leave you. For as long as…as long as you’ll have me.”

  Bubby’s hand clasped onto Coomer’s still resting on their shoulder, holding on like they expected him to disappear if their grip wavered. 

  “Forever!” they said, instantly, then seemed to panic at their own forthrightness. “I mean, for as…for as long as you’ll have me.” 

  Their bolts were crackling with electricity now, sending off small, glowing motes and arcs of energy. 

  Coomer smiled and reached out with his other hand to touch Bubby’s cheek again.

  Many years later, when Coomer would become fully educated on the idea of a ‘circuit’ and the ramifications of completing one by placing one’s hands on either side of what was essentially an openly sparking power source, the resulting occurrence would be an interesting and enlightening memory.

  As it stood in the moment, the resulting electrocution simply caused him to be rendered briefly unconscious and his hair to not lie flat for a week. 

#hlvrai #half life vr but the ai is self aware #submission #hlvrai boomer #boomer #monster au #on a dark and dreary night #I ADORE THIS #YOU THOUGHT MORE ABOUT BUBBY'S ELECTRICITY THAN I HAVE

[cutiepiemina]

⚜ Aot boys⚜ relationship hc

⚜ characters : eren, armin, jean, connie

⚜ warnings : none (except for slightly strong language)

⚜  genre : headcanon// mostly fluff// SFW

⚜ e r e n ⚜

I see Eren as the type of boyfriend that would love to goof around with you. Like he would do the most random ass shit just to see you laugh because he feels like he is doing everything right as a boyfriend. For example he would just fucking snatch something out of your hand and run away from you with it if you dont give him enough attention. Or he´d randomly yell out things or sing songs really loudly while doing a little dance or some shit. He LOVES to just go outside with you, doesnt really matter where, he just wants to spend some time with you and explore stuff. But he doesnt mind just chilling at home and watching a movie either. This big ass idiot LOVES to cuddle. Now he is usually big spoon, but some days all he really wants is to be held by you and just feel your embrace. Run your hands through his hair and he will MELT. I also feel like whenever you would hang out, he would just zone out and gaze at the air thinking about you, even though you are right next to him, until you catch him and giggle at him. You´re not only his partner, but also his bestfriend and he reminds you of it each day.

Something that would make him fall for you 38473874298 times harder, was if you got along well with those who are precious to him. Seeing you openly conversate and laugh with his friends and familiy would make him feel so warm and secure, because he knows that he wont have to choose between anyone. It just feels like one big family he could rely on and protect.

⚜ a r m i n ⚜

At the beginning of your relationship with Armin, he was suuuuuper nervous and doubtful of it, but as time passes by, he realizes how genuine you are about it and how lucky he is to have you in his life. You´re someone he is comfortable opening up to, because he knows you wouldn´t ever judge him. He loves the way you are able to comfort him and reassure him, that his insecurities don´t make him any less perfect. He loves to vent to you, just as much as he loves listening to you. He will always be there for you as a shoulder to cry on. If anything is wrong, he will notice right away and think about what could possibly be bothering you and what he could do about it, until he asks you yourself.

If you show interest and ask questions about the things he rambles to you about, like his books and the ocean, he will explode. He will go on and on about whatever it is that you are talking about with his eyes sparkling in pure joy, while just laying there and holding you. To you he can say all the things he thinks about daily without hestitation and we all know he thinks a lot. Being able to share everything whats on his mind is a huge relief to him. He would totally bring you on picknick dates or to the beach. Each time he would make sure you´re enjoying yourself to the fullest and give you little gifts, like a flower or a seashell or even a pretty rock he found. He made keeping you happy one of his top priorities in life and it shows.

⚜  j e a n ⚜ 

Jean-boy, our favorite horse face in the world, would make you his own personal trophy. He would be so proud of having you and FO SHO brag with you to Eren. Him being himself, is very cocky about it, but deep down, he really is genuinly happy that you share the feelings he has for you. There are times when his insecurities get to him though. He usually tries to brush it off by acting all confident and doesnt want to let you see his vulnerable side. But ever since you walked in on him cry to himself once and comforted him, reassuring him that you will always be by his side and that you dont judge him for any imperfections, he feels like he can show his true colors around you. It is difficult for him sometimes though, because he doesnt want to admit to the negative thoughts he has and would rather ignore those doubts.

Aside from that, he would TEASE and FLIRT with you all day. He also pays attention to little things and makes small gestures like handing you some water or complimenting how you look that day. He is not that much of a cuddler, but will DIE if you neglect his need for physical touch for too long. He is def big spoon, but only because he cant find a comfortable position to sleep in as little spoon. A horse needs to be taken good care of. Also throughout the day he would randomly give you hugs and burry his face in the crook of your neck, while lightly swaying.This idiot would love cooking with you and is actually pretty good at it. Whenever he cooks he gets super into it and is very concentrated and attentive. He would take you out to fancy restraunts with fancy bougee ass food, just to ditch the place and find a good pizza place. Where you eat doesnt really matter to him, as long as he is with you and is able to satisfy your cravings.

⚜ c o n n i e ⚜

Beeing in a relationship with Connie would include lots of play fights. With him it will never get boring. He goes on all kinds of adventures with you and you try out new stuff together. Also he would be very competetive and turn little things into races. Like ´´ Bet I can run up the stairs faster than you, fatass!´´ or ´´the last one to put his shoes on has has to kiss the others ass!´´ because he is stupid like that. He honestly is very lost and doesnt read the signs that you give him very well, so you have to be very direct with him. Instead of really hugging you, I feel like he would just throw his arm around your shoulder and when you rest your head on his shoulder, he will rest his head on yours.

Beside his goofy nature, Connie has his moments, where he wants some peace and just hold you in his arms, to remind you that you are his and he is yours. During that times he still cracks a few jokes, usually followed by a light chuckle. He also loves to be held and rest his head on your chest and listening to your voice. You can litteraly talk to him about everything without being afraid what he might think. At night he likes to sit on a roof with you and just gaze at the stars and talk with you about everything there is, sometimes it gets really deep. Even the thought of you leaving his side makes him tear up, because you really are special to him. You are the one person who sees more in him than just the goofy guy.

#aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot headcanons #eren #armin #jean #connie #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #horse face

[hargrove-mayfields]

Headcanons Part Two!!!

My last headcanon post was all about Billy and Steve, but they won’t be the only ones showing up in my stories, so here’s some hcs for a few of the most recurring characters!

Starting with Max!!

My preferred middle name for Max is Nicole, because Maxine Nicole sounds pretty, but can double as being intimidating if someone was yelling at her. Also, she’s named after her aunt Nicole just because I can see Susan being like that.

Most important thing to know about Max in my writing is that she is ALWAYS autistic. I might not specify depending on the content of the story, but she is never ever ever meant to be allistic. I imagine her as being on a moderate support needs level, meaning for those who don’t know the term that she has highs and lows! There’s days where she can pass as allsitic and days where she can’t, and she maybe doesn’t need a lot of assistance in everyday life, but she still needs lots of stimming and has meltdowns and stuff!

Related to this fact is that in the 80s, autism was not a very common diagnosis at all, and so I don’t think she’d really have a word for it other than like, that just being the way she is. Because no one will give her the official diagnosis, Neil thinks she’s faking, so she gets told to stop stimming, isn’t treated fairly during a meltdown, told to “act normal” etc, etc, and she needs a lot of therapy in the future for it.

Her favorite ways to stim are rocking on her heels, humming, listening to loud noises (like sirens/car engines/lawn mowers, NOT things like music/Susan doing the dishes, those do the opposite) and dancing!

Her least favorite sensory things are raindrops touching her skin, her hair brushing her shoulders or her face, overwhelming smells (cologne, candles, food on the stove) and furniture that’s too firm! (like a memory foam mattress or a leather couch)

The first time she feels truly seen in the way she is is when Fraggle Rock starts airing in ‘82. Susan tells her to watch it because she thinks Max is still a baby no matter how old she is, but the minute she lays eyes on Wembley Fraggle she knows he’s like her. He stims vocally and with his hands, his friends don’t understand him, he’s empathetic, bad at choosing, gullible, and in every way just so much like her! Her and Billy have an inside joke where, if she’s putting something off or can’t make a decision, he’ll tell her to stop her Wemblin’ and sometimes he calls her Wembles without thinking!

There isn’t a lot of personalized furniture in the Hargrove-Mayfield, so I think it’s safe to say that she doesn’t really have any comfort items lying around. No favorite blankets or stuffed animals or toys of any kind, and I think because of that she clings to people. That’s why she is so insistent on getting in with the party, and why was so excited about having a brother in Runaway Max, because she relies on comfort people instead of objects.

She’s not very good at putting a name to her relationships. Like, she doesn’t really know how to describe how she feels about somebody, she just knows if she likes them or not. If she feels happy and sage with someone, that’s all that matters, she doesn’t feel the need to classify them beyond that. But she’s also aware that others don’t feel that way! And she feels pretty special when Lucas calls her his girlfriend!

In the future, there can be a lot of different outcomes for her.

If Billy stays dead, I can see Max ending up two ways, either staying in Hawkins because that’s where her brother is dead and buried and trying to move on in her own way, or leaving Hawkins entirely, just cutting ties completely with everyone and everything there to move away from the trauma that’s there, except for every year on B’s birthday when she comes back to visit.

If Billy lives though, I think there’s again two outcomes for her. One where she feels guilty about not noticing the mindflayer and her and Billy’s relationship gets a little strained, because they don’t cope well when they’re trying to pin the blame, or one where she is just grateful her brother isn’t dead and decides to live life to the fullest after that.

In any scenario, she would obviously get the happy ending she deserves, she just has to get there a totally different way.

And also, regardless of what path she takes, I think she’d make for an excellent writer in her future career. She’s smart, she’s got lots of story to tell and draw inspiration from, and it just seems right for her, because it isn’t super constricting and it’s a job most people who do it love!

Now onto Robin!

Her middle name is Leora!

For some reason I have this idea in my head that she doesn’t live with her parents anymore. Not that she got kicked out or anything, just that she moved out pretty early on.

I also think she isn’t from Hawkins. I like the idea that her family moved there just before high school from either Ohio or Maryland, not sure which.

In band, I think she’s a flute. She just gives me flute vibes but I got kicked out of the band so maybe I could be wrong.

It’s canon that she’s goth, wearing her spiky leather bracelet with her work uniform and all, but I think she also sometimes goes in the totally opposite fashion direction, like, sometimes she’s just feeling the patterns and fabrics and colors of the sixties and seventies her mom gave her.

One of her favorite things to do with her friends is go shopping! Not like, around malls, in part because other than Starcourt, the closest mall to Hawkins is forty five minutes away, but she likes to go out with her group and visit all the local thrift shops and cafés and stuff like that.

And she’s super crafty! She has embroidery hoops, beads, jewelry making kits, all of it scattered everywhere!

She has like, the tips of her hair bleached, they sort of look like highlights in a way, so I think it was her that convinced Steve to get his highlights done too.

Matter of fact, I think she teaches Steve a lot of things about himself without either of them realizing. She’s just so, not-superficial I guess, that it starts to rub off of him.

In my head she’s just always got like, a suuuuuper good read on people even if they just met, like, she just sees straight through everybody ever, and that’s why she even gives Steve a chance despite knowing how he treated her in school.

Her Scoops! shorts are pretty big while Steve’s are tight as heck, so I hc that those are his shorts. The uniform used to be a skimpy sailor skirt, but she’s seventeen and not particularly keen on being creeped on by older men when she gets hired there, so she refuses to wear it. She gets in trouble on the first day for wearing jeans, and Steve feels bad about it so he gives her the extra pair of shorts from his uniform!

Robin totally bottles up everything from Starcourt until she can’t anymore. Like, Steve is very open about his struggles with what happened under the mall because he wants help and he’s done it alone before, but she feels like she should be strong, grateful that they survived, and just, move on and forget about it. It doesn’t work and she ends up crashing hard. Like she goes from silently suffering to getting panic attacks all the time, and falling in a super deep depression rut. Obviously her friends are very supportive and provide her with the help she needs, and with time (lots and lots of time) she gets better!

Heather!

Her middle name is Ernestine! It was her grandma's name!

I head canon that she is a lesbian and I ship her and Robin!

She calls Billy William all the time because she was raised to be formal and respectful, and Billy just doesn’t feel or sound right when she says it. Even though she insists her name is Heather and she doesn’t need a nickname, Billy calls her Hetty or H!

She wears clip on earrings! Her parents refuse to let her get her ears pierced because they say she needs to respect her image and all that, but she always felt like she was missing some accessories, and found out from one of her friends about clip ons, which they allow!

Even though she has popular girl vibes, I don’t think she was in high school. Just sort of a floater, and she liked it that way! She’s way too sweet to be in with Steve’s crowd, but had some things in common with pretty much everyone else. Once she’s graduated she sort of falls into that popular category around Hawkins because she’s rich and older now, but she’s still the same old Heather.

Heather is a super good baker and cook! Her mother always had her helping in the kitchen while her dad was staying late at work, and eventually she got really good! Sometimes she’ll just randomly bring her friends like, a load of banana bread or a hot dish because it makes everyone happy!

She's a very affectionate person! If she hasn’t seen her friends for a while she’ll kiss them all over, and everytime you see her you have to hug her (unless you don’t want to, she’s equally as understanding as she is lovey!)

I reject canon! Heather is not dead! I know it’s very unlikely but I think the clones in the upside down were like fail saves, and the real versions are all still alive somewhere!

In the case that this is true, when everything gets fixed I don’t think her memories of what happened to her would be intact, and I think that would be super traumatic for her. Almost worse than how she would be feeling if she knew.

In the future she wants to be in the entertainment industry! I can totally see her becoming a country singer or a soap opera actress or both!

Robin becomes a librarian at the same school that Steve works at when he becomes a teacher! She also does art commissions on the side. Sculpting, painting, charcoals, all of it, she’s good at all of it!

And last but not least, Tommy!!

My hc for Tommy’s middle name is Byrd. It was like a super common name at one point and then just sort of plummeted, and I like to think his parents thought they were being original choosing that one. All of his friends call him Tommy Bird to make fun of him, but he secretly doesn’t hate it.

Tommy and Steve didn’t really become friends until middle school! Hawkins has two elementary schools based on which region you live in, and because they live in like, opposite ends of town they go to different ones. But the first day of middle school when the two schools merge, they’re out for recess, Steve sees Tommy alone and approaches him, and they become instant besties!

Tommy is very insecure about his popularity. Steve is cool with letting his slip because he has other things to worry about, but Tommy doesn’t. His grades are alright and his home life is decent, and he’s not involved in upside down business, so when Steve ditches him and people start to lose interest in him, he gets extremely upset. It consumes him sort of, the fear that nobody likes him anymore. That ends up being why him and Carol break it off for good.

Another reason he thinks a reputation is so important is because he used to be picked on before being friends with Steve. When he was little he had giant glasses and dressed kinda lame, and he internalized that a lot. He’s scared that without Steve they’ll go back to that.

All of that is why he clings onto Billy so tight. Like, his best friend for the past six or seven years just walked out without looking back, and he’s terrified that he’s going to be bullied again. So when big tough guy Billy Hargrove rolls into town he’s like I have to be friends with this dude right now or I’ll die.

I ship him with Steve! A lot! But also I like the thought of Tommy and Steve and Billy, platonically and shippy-y!

As for where he’s from, I don’t think Tommy is Hawkins born and raised. He grew up down south, maybe Georgia, or Tennessee?, but then his uncle over in Indiana starts a snake oil business with his dad and they have to move.

I think he’s very much a lightweight. Alcohol isn’t really his thing because his dad was an alcoholic and it scares him that he’ll be like that, so he never really tried it and his tolerance is super low. He always designates himself the driver, only he doesn’t have a car of his own, he’s not allowed to until he’s on his way to college, so he always drives other people’s cars to their houses and walks home.

I don’t know if Tommy is able to avoid the upside down beyond st2. Maybe him and Billy try to keep in contact once school lets out, but he notices somethings off with him because he’s flayed. This could result in him also being flayed, depending on the situation, or if not he might get involved later, because he starts putting the pieces together after Starcourt.

Tommy owning up and joining Steve in monster hunting quests! Heck yeah!

If there is no involvement with all that mess though, I’d say it takes a few years out of high school for him to finally admit to being wrong. Like, he always maintained that he was right to be mad at Steve for driving away and right to be basically just a bully like he was, but once he’s older, mid twenties maybe, he realizes that wasn’t the way to be and calls a bunch of people up to apologize to them.

He goes to beauty school and becomes a hair stylist and makeup artist on television sets!

As for other background characters, like other party members or adults, I don’t have a whole lot of specific ideas that aren’t already canon! In the future if I write anything where they are more central characters that might change, but as of right now I don’t really have any headcanons for them!

#max mayfield #robin buckley #heather holloway #tommy h #nonsense from ej #headcanon #obviously I have a bunch more in my head when I write but this is just the basic stuff I wanted to throw out there #it’s also kinda a mess because I’ve been trying to get this list organized before I post my next fic #which I already said a couple of days ago would be up in a few and it will #I’m working on it I just have a heck ton to do right now #anywho pardon all the projecting I did here #and sorry if this is formatted super weird I’m posting this from mobile

[themountainsays]

Unpopular opinion but making Anna and Elsa related to the Northuldra and making their mom indigenous is actually good and less problematic bc it makes it slightly less white savior ish.

I mean imagine if they weren't related to the northuldra at all. Two white princesses show up after their white grandpa king tried to colonize the shit out of the Northuldra and fix everything while the indigenous people sit there uselessly waiting for some white colonizer to save them. Making Iduna northuldra and thus having her daughters be part northuldra doesn't fix everything of course, but it's not a bad decision in itself. In any case it's a GOOD decision that wasn't as thoroughly developed and explored as it should have for it to work properly. And at the end it's implied Elsa lives with the Northuldra and I think its likely she's reconnecting to her mother's people, probably becoming one of them in time, and Anna with her "our lands and people" line also implies she considers the northuldra somewhat her people too.

Sure it's problematic to retcon the two white princesses indigenous if they're going to put so little effort into making it work, but if this was going to be the story, it's less problematic than NOT having them be related to this indigenous people.

If you ask me, i would have included at least one Northuldra main character, who was probably introduced during the deleted prologue scene bc that scene rocks, and Idk have them be the POV character of that scene maybe? Or one of the POV characters alongside tiny Iduna. And then give them almost as much protagonism as the girls once they're reunited. Omg it could be Iduna's mother since she was calling out to her. The scene jumping between their POVs as they try to find each other? OH MY GOD WHAT IF YELENA WAS HER MOM. WHAT IF YELENA IS ANNA AND ELSA'S GRANDMA I WOULD HAVE LOVED THAT. Anyways just give the Northuldra more developed and give them more agency. I would do this by moving the spirit stuff to the side a bit and making more space for the Northuldra-Arendelle conflict. Maybe the two groups are still fighting! Maybe the gang needs to act as a mediator and figure out the truth before they all kill each other? Now you have a ticking clock and stakes, which is exactly what the movie needed. Add that the damn destroying the land, floods, the woods dying, lack of food etc and basically life in the forest getting worse and worse and BAM you got it! High stakes a sense of urgency. At first it looks like there must be a misunderstanding between the groups, or like there's some evil bad guy pulling the strings but no Arendelle just fucked up. Maybe they don't believe Elsa is queen so they don't obey her word? i mean she’s got magic so they might not trust her. And there are like, battle plans and some BIG FINAL PLAN  to END THE ENEMY ONCE AND FOR ALL that probably includes Elsa or Anna bc i don't like coincidences so the final missing piece they needed has to be recently introduced. Anyways Yelena (yeah i'm keeping yelena) is not the only important northuldra character, Ryder and Honeymaren should be important too but they don't have to be main characters at the same level of say olaf or krisroff back in the first movie (cos we all know no one comes at the same level as the sisters). The northuldra as a whole need to be important actors in the story. And if their leader is a main character then so should be the leader of the Arendellians so we're promoting Mattias as well. Great now we have two new protagonists. I don't think we NEED more and this movie is still 2 hours long or less so there it is. (This is a great oportunity to show Anna being a leader and do a better job at selling us queen!Anna for the ending). Then we show the girls 1) learn more about their country's true history (sprinkle some historical revisionism themes here and there) and 2) further connect to the Northuldra. Meet their extended family, form a deep emotional connection with them, learn from them, probably have a cool scene at the climax where they win/survive with their new knowledge, and basically slowly become one of them. This would probably require the movie to span a longer period of time. Maaaaybe a month? That would be new! Also cool and a great oportunity for a montage with an epic song. If httyd can do it so can we. Maybe at the Low PointTM they realize compromise is impossible and they need i pick side? And pick the Northuldra hopefully. Maybe Anna is more invested in this plotline (communication, fighting ect) while Elsa takes care of the spiritual side of the isse? Especially if you want to keep the ending. And most importantly: whatever the girls did to save the day, they were helping Yelena. Or following Yelena's plan somehow. Even if Yelena doesn’t literally give them orders that the girls mindlessly follow, make it clear Yelena was the one to provide the knowladge to solve the problem. Or the Northuldra as a whole, but having it be Yelena would feel more fitting. THE GIRLS DO NOT BRING IN NEW KNOWLADGE, INFORMATION OR SOLUTIONS TO THE TABLE. THE NORTHULDRA DO. LET THE NORTHULDRA BE THEIR OWN HEROES. LET THE GIRLS BE THE HEROES ONLY WHEN THEY’RE CHANNELING THEIR INNER NORTHULDRA OR SOMETHING. ONLY BECAUSE THEY’RE SOMEWHAT PART OF THE NORTHULDRA. Maybe it was a comment or something Yelena said during an argument with them? That they remembered later during the climax and finally understand the solution or something idk. the solution is probably to destroy the dam i guess. In any case, the girls discover some stuff in the forest that allow them to re-contextualize the information the Northuldra already had, or maybe they only put the pieces together after having a Character Arc that allowed them to see the solution and that’s why Yelena couldn’t just tell them what to do and be done with it because they didn’t actually get it idk. 

Also, this is my personal opinion but the world of frozen 2 felt weirdly empty. i would have expanded it by having a bigger arendellian military camp, like a small city, probably stone constructions such as abandoned watch towers and shit, maybe an abandoned village destroyed by the spirits? places for the gang to explore, find information about the past and traces of the truth and shit. Also, more Northuldra. More Northuldra is always good. Maybe there are different tribes or clans of the same nation, and they’re all somewhat dinstinctive, hopefully drawing inspiration from the different sámi groups? Maybe Yelena’s clan lives in the forest, but then there are others who live further north in the frozen tundra or high in the mountains idk dude but that would have been super cool, if the girls had to connect and get to know all the different Northuldra groups? also, worldbuilding. i love worldbuilding. 

Give the northuldra characters arcs! Give them personality! Give them inner conflict! And tune down the magic native noble savage planet of hats bs. Yes i know those are not the same things. Give me Northuldra who are assholes, or who don’t have a knack for spiritual shit, or who are not happy with how things are done. Snarky Northuldra. Funny Northuldra. Northuldra with dreams and fears and agency. Just have a few background characters make offhand comments about literally anything that could make it look like they have personality and develop Honeymaren and Ryder a little bit more. Maybe the leader previous to Yelena was this very spiritual person and Yelena is... not. And doesn’t get along with the spirits. And can’t seem to live up to what is needed of her. Elsa being suuuuuper in tune with the spirits would probably be Not Cool in this scenario but I think it can be well made if they both learned how to better connect to the spirits togehter? Helping each other and shit. Maybe Elsa connects to them in a more personal level because she knows how they feel, being treated as monsters, and approaches them like you would approach a traumatized person rather than a dangerous animal. And Yelena actually KNOWS stuff about spirits so yeah she’d still have more tools and knowladge than Elsa no matter how much she relates to them, and could actually teach her about them and how not to get killed whenever she tries to have therapy with them.

Probably have the sisters slowly adopt bits and pieces of Northuldra culture, to show they’re reconnecting to their mother’s people (all of it allowed by yelena obvs. Yelena is like “I think you’re ready for this” and gives Anna some cool Northuldra weapon. Possibly a sword. please. give anna a sword).

Going back to Mattias for a bit, if he’s supposed to represent The Bad Guys aka Arendelle, give him a redemption arc, to represent that Runeard wasn’t just one evil individual. Arendelle’s colonialism is an Arendelle problem and ALL of Arendelle needs to adress it and fix its crimes. Maybe he has an enemies-to-friends story with Yelena? That would be nice. 

As you can see, Frozen 2 would have needed a lot of fixing for the Northuldra plot to work, but Anna and Elsa being part indigenous is NOT the problem. People in real life DO reconnect with their indigenous heritage. Sometimes. I know I would love to connect to mine but I think it’s a bit too late for my family, which is why I love Frozen 2 so much. idk if i like it, but damn if I didn’t cry watching it. I do think the writers should have to consult a lot of indigenous people and take their word very seriously to write this kind of story, but that can be done! They have the time space and resources for that! Frozen 2 COULD have been a story about the girls reconnecting to their indigenous heritage and finding their place and their people. God knows being mixed will give you like 5 identity crisis at the same time. I’m actually kind of writing a fic about it. If this was the story they wanted to tell, Anna and Elsa being mixed is not the problem. It is, in fact, part of an unfinished, abandoned solution.

#frozen 2 #northuldra #meta #kinda #theory? #yelena #iduna #elsa #anna #criticism #fix-it #i guess? #mattias #worldbuilding #enchanted forest

[writingsbychlo]

heart under construction (06)

word count; 4551

summary; jake takes his little brother for a heart to heart, and gives him some harsh truths.

notes; oh, y’all are going to hate it and love it at the same time. it’s painful but it’s the sort of pain that you’re going to love, and then it’s just suuuuuper cute.

warnings; none. just adorable.

With a huff, Sam squeezed his eyes shut tighter to block out the morning light that was threatening to wake him even more. With a sigh, he rolled over to move his skin from the rays of sun poking through the tall balcony doors, feeling the warmth spreading across his back as he reached out, slinging an arm over your waist. 

Except, his arm landed against the soft carpet, one of his eyes cracking open as he looked around for you. The sun was lighting up the room in a golden early morning hue, specs of dust floating through the air lightly as he blinked, rubbing at his eyes and the pounding in his head suddenly became apparent. Taking a deep breath, Sam cringed as his throat felt like sandpaper, the taste in his mouth making him feel like gagging as he tried to come to terms with his hangover. 

Glancing down, heat crawled up his cheeks as he lay naked, sprawled out on the empty bedroom floor. Grabbing is boxers, he tugged them up his legs, his body aching as he stumbled to his feet to scoop up his jeans. Not even your bag or coat remained, and the house around him was silent, confusion filling the man and a frowned pulled on his face as he redressed himself. 

The silence was cut by the shrill ringing of his phone, and the pounding in his head only seemed to intensify as he searched for his phone, finding it sitting up on the window frame as the picture of a redhead pouting at him filled his screen. In his panic to decline, his phone shut down entirely, and he cursed as he tried to start it back up again. 

His foot was tapping angrily against the floor, the loading screen showing a small apple and he glared at the fruit as it seemed to drag on and on. When it had finally loaded, the notifications began to spring in, and he nibbled on the nail of his thumb as he anxiously waited for them all.

[Jessie from Tinder] Missed Call (3)

[Rachel from Tinder] Hey handsome, when do I next get to see ya?

[Jake 👷] How’d it go? You haven’t called me yet.

[Jake 👷] I’m assuming it went either really well or really bad.

“Oh, fuck!” He ran a hand through his hair, ignoring the text from Rachel, before his phone was once again buzzing, the sultry picture of the fiesty girl he’d been seeing on and off for the prior couple of weeks and he groaned, running a hand over his chin before clicking ‘accept’. “Hey, Jess..”

“Hiya, Sammy. Been calling you all morning.” 

“I know.” He spoke the words through gritted teeth, swallowing thickly. “I was.. Busy.”

“Are you busy all day? Because I was thinking maybe we could have a lazy day together, you don’t even have to wear your clothes.”

Her voice passed over the words in a sing-song tune and he winced, his jaw dropping as he tried to fumble for a response. “I just got dressed, so..”

“Well, I could undress you, and I’ll let you undress me? I know how much you like to.” 

She was baiting him, and he knew it, but he was far too hungover to handle this conversation with any kind of dignity and his head dropped back, letting him stare at the ceiling for a moment before he decided on his words. “Jess, look, I need to be totally honest with you.”

“Uh-huh?”

“You’re a really nice girl, and we have so much fun. We do. These past few weeks have been great and-”

“Oh my God, you’re not asking me out, right?”

“No!” He headed toward the stairs, rolling his eyes at himself from his outburst, and he listened to her chuckle down the phone. “I’m trying to tell you we can’t do this anymore. There’s a chick. Another chick, and I really like her..”

“I really hope it works out for you, Sam. And hey, if it doesn’t, then you have my number.”

“That I do.” He laughed, relief flooding his system momentarily as he reached the bottom floor, and he placed his free hand on his hip, looking around at the empty kitchen and frowning. “Thanks, Jess. Bye.”

Looking down at the blank screen, he cleared the call log, sending a half-assed reply to Rachel before moving onto his brother and trying to work out what to say. The blank message was staring at him, calling him a coward as he worked out just how to face down his brother, how to confess what happened.

It went really well. Like mind-blowingly well, multiple times. And then, it went really, really bad. Like Richter Scale 9.9 bad. 

Finally moving his fingers across the screen, he hit send, rereading the text he had constructed as the little bubble at the bottom popped up, the three dots dancing as he waited.

[Jake 👷] Okay, 1st of all, gross. 2nd, what the FUCK did u do?

He practically pouted down at his phone, brows furrowed. 

I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING.

[Jake 👷] Uh-huh. I’ll pick u up and take u for breakfast, and u can tell me all about what u “didn’t” do.

He grinned, at his phone, his stomach rumbling at the mere mention of breakfast food, and despite the twisting nausea in his gut, his mouth was practically salivating as he thought about the breakfast fry-up he would be getting within the hour.

You’re the best. I love you so much. I want coffee too.

[Jake 👷] Course, u do, I’m the best big bro there is. I need coffee to deal with ur fuck up.

[Jake 👷] Also ily2.

The large plate was finally placed down in front of him, and Sam had his knife and fork in his hands before the waitress had even left the table. With a hurried thank you, he stabbed aggressively at his bacon, folding the entire piece up and eating the strip in its entirety, his brother giving him a disgusted look. Sam would have flipped him off, if there wasn’t a trickle of bacon grease dripping from his lower lip, and he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand quickly, chewing as he did.

“You disgust me.”

“Good.” His retort could barely be heard around the mouthful of food, and Jake’s eyebrows rose as he sliced off an appropriately sized chunk of his omelette and lifted it to his mouth carefully. 

“So, you wanna’ tell me what happened then?”

Sam’s chewing slowed, and he had to practically choke down the bacon in his mouth, before nodding slowly. “I kissed her, and she kissed me back. It was very, very nice. The best kiss I ever had, actually.” He glanced down at his plate, picking up a piece of toast and distracting himself by spreading the butter across it. 

“Well, that’s good. Right?”

“Yeah, it was amazing. It was hot, too, seriously. The kissing wasn’t the only thing that was the best I ever had.” Sam sighed, ignoring the grunt his brother let out as he bit into the toast, sighing as the tasty food touched his tastebuds.

“So, what happened?”

“I don’t know. When I fell asleep, she was all cuddled into my chest and we were happy. I was fucking elated!” He scoffed, picking his fork back up once the toast was finished and poking around the food on his plate before settling in chopping up a sausage. “When I woke up, I was alone. She was gone, and I had a text from Rachel and calls from Jessie an-”

“Who’s Rachel?”

“Tinder chick.” Sam waved his hand, Jake rolling his eyes as he looked at him and Sam felt silent for a moment as he continued with his food, his stomach finally settling as he filled it with the tasty food. “So, clearly, she saw the text, and all the calls from Jess, and she must’ve thought..”

“Thought that you played her, slept with her, and then planned to treat her like one of your other hook-up girls, especially based on your past history of ditching her for a hot night?” Jake subsidised, and Sam glared at him, pausing mid-chew.

“I was leaving it for a subtle understanding between us, but thank you so much for that ridiculously aggressive form of the truth. Nothing gets past you, huh?” Jake simply flashed him a sly grin, the two men continuing to eat in quiet as they considered their options, and it wasn’t until the plates had been cleared and Sam was sipping his coffee as his brother pulled out his wallet that either of them spoke again.

“Why don’t you just call her?”

“Oh, yeah. That’s a good idea. ‘Hey, I know you’re probably super mad at me, especially now that, like, two hours have gone by, but I do really like you, I just didn’t think I had a chance with you and I didn’t think to delete all my hook-ups as contacts,. But, now I’ve decided that I am, in fact, in love with you, so I’m sorry I’m such a jackass, wanna date?’, yeah, that sounds awesome, Jake.” Sam huffed, his brother staring at him with wide eyes and a soft smile. “What?”

“You’re in love with her?”

Sam’s own eyes widened, and he let out a long sigh, before slumping down in his seat, smiling politely at the waitress as she handed over their receipt and a card with her name on in hopes of a review. “Yeah. So?”

“You’ve never told me you loved a girl before, that’s all.”

“What? Yes, I have!” His frown only deepened, and he fidgeted in his seat, a stormy mood coming over him from where he had somewhat brightened up. “What about.. y’know..”

“Evelyn?” Sam winced at the name of his ex, but nodded, picking at a splinter on the table as his brother hummed. “You never once said to me that you loved her. Not even when you broke up. I know it sucked what happened, but-”

“She was angry at her fiancé for making her move across the country so she dated me, and then married him anyway. I thought it would be me and her! I really liked her, Jake!” The words were practically growled out, and his brother only continued to beam, nodding excitedly. 

“Exactly! You really liked her, but you never once said you loved her!”

“Never? Not once?” Sam clarified, sitting up in his seat, and leaning across the table a little. 

“Not a single time. You know what this means, right?” He shook his head, urging the older man to continue speaking. “It means we have to fix this, dude!”

“We do? We can?”

“You’re fucking hopeless.” He sighed, taking his coat and he followed his brother’s lead, as the two of them stepped out of the homey diner. 

“How, exactly, are we going to fix it?”

Monday was screwed, Sam had waited the whole afternoon to see you. He’d been home, showered, and put on his best shirt, his hair flopping around his forehead in fluffy curls as he sat in the truck, listening to his playlist quietly as he waited to see you, hoping that you would pass by. 

He spent the time going through his phone, deleting his contacts and clearing out anyone who wasn’t important, his finger hovering over your name as he considered calling you, but he had to stick to the plan. The bouquet of beautiful flowers on the seat beside him forced him to do so. He had picked them out especially, spending over ten minutes staring at the colourful arrangements before settling on a pricey bunch of flowers that he thought were perfect. 

He had run over the speech in his mind several times, he had it all worked out, and now, he was chewing on his bottom lip and waiting for you to pass by. His eyes seemed to find the clock every minute or two, time only seeming to drag on even slower each time before he finally busied himself with cleaning out the truck of the car, and walking through the house, picking up the beer bottles for the night before and scrubbing the spilt lager from the floor.

When the sun was finally setting, he had given up hope, Jake driving him home as he gripped onto his flowers, assuring him that maybe you were just sick because of your hangover, and that he couldn't give up hope. 

Jake was right, he absolutely couldn’t give up. 

Not when he was this close to being happy.

Tuesday passed by in the same fashion, the flowers had been brought back, and he played with the stems gently, picking the thorns off of the roses and building up a small pile, until he stems were smooth and he had a small handful of spiky plant bits in the palm of his hand. Rolling down the window, he sprinkled them out onto the pavement, disposing of them quickly. His head snapped up when he noticed the movement out of the corner of his eye, sitting up straight as he gasped, but his mood came quickly plummetting down as he realised it was not you, it was simply one of the older neighbours, making her way up the road slowly. 

He watched her carefully, her husband locking the front door shakily before he followed after her, doing his best speedwalk to catch up to her, his arm held out as he neared. She had paused, linking her arm through his and pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek before they had continued on their way, and he waved at them as they passed.

His heart was racing, and his mind drifted back to you. He could picture the two of you together in your older age, looking after one another as you moved about the big house before him. The rooms would have been redecorated over and over, from baby rooms to kids, to teenagers, to teens that thought they were adults. When they were old enough, perhaps the rooms would have been changed back to baby rooms once again, as he revisited those years when he had grandkids to look down on fondly.

Wednesday was when Sam hit his low, the half week had pulled around and Sam had convinced Jake to message you when the middle of the struck. If you had been staying off because of your hangover, you had to have passed it by now, and you were avoiding him. 

He was familiar with this habit, you had another way to work and you had to be taking it. He had no idea how to find you, three days had no passed and Sm felt like he couldn't breathe. His flowers had begun to turn slightly brown on the petals, and the heat of the day and forced him out of the truck to sit on the front steps of the house because today was absolutely sweltering. He had convinced Jake to send you a text, something he had really hoped sounded light and breezy, the two had spent over half an hour trying to construct it carefully, and you had simply left it on ‘read’. Despite how much Jake had insisted it was okay, Sam could tell it clearly hurt him. Because of his own idiocy, he had now lost the woman he loved, and he had forced Jake to lose a good friend in the process.

He wanted to throw up.

He was still toying with just calling you, but now it felt like a waste of time. If you weren’t talking to Jake, you sure as hell wouldn't be talking to him, and you had probably blocked his number by this point. Jake had pulled him out of that little spiral by telling him to man up and stop looking like he was crying on the porch.

Thursday and Friday flew past in a blur, and new hope barely being enough to keep him cheered up but it was enough to keep him going. Jake had to drag him off of the porch when it had started to get cold, only the promises of a crate of beer and plenty of pizza had forced him up onto his feet. He felt like he’d been sitting in the car for far too long, and he looked down at the watch on his wrist, finding that Jake had now been in the pizza shop for over thirty minutes, and while they had definitely ordered a lot of food, it certainly wasn’t thirty minutes after being given a collection time’s worth of food. 

With a deep groan, he leaned back and kicked his feet up on the dash, resting his elbow on the edge of the door and balancing his head on top of his hand. Cranking up the radio, the same song that you’d first heard on your trip to Ikea was playing and he wanted to gag at the predictability of it. 

Of course, this song had to play. 

As if his week hadn't sucked enough already. 

Deciding he had most definitely had enough, he opened the car, snatching the keys from the ignition and locking it behind himself as he jogged down the road toward the pizza shop, ducking into it and finding Jake just as peeved as he was. Sensing his brother’s arrival, Jake glanced over scowling and shrugging his shoulders as they looked around the packed little entryway. 

Leaning against the wall next to him, Sam crossed his arms, looking out into the darkness over the evening outside and huffing. He just couldn't cat a fucking break, and now, even his cheer-up dinner was turning out to be a bust. He hadn't realised he’d zoned out until his arm began to ache, and he snapped back, looking to Jake who was hitting his arm forcefully. 

“Dude, why are you hitting m- Ow! Stop that!” He smacked at his brother’s arms, scowling as he turned to look at him, arms flying out to his sides in question, and Jake pointed back out of the window, across the road and into the dark.

“There!” He gestured, and Sam squinted as he peered out.

“What?”

“Look over near the little clock towards and the cabs. That’s (Y/N), right?” Sam looked again, his jaw dropping, a shocked mumble falling from his lips as he watched you walking by, your hands rubbing up and down your arms and you took up a slight jog in the night air, and Sam was stumbling over his own feet as he raced from the little shop.

“(Y/N)!” He watched as you spun around, shocked slightly as you looked around, before you spotted him, sending him a short wave and a polite smile, before continuing your way after watching him for a second longer. He was thankful for the late hour, the roads fairly empty and Sam made his way across the road in a quick dash, following after you and hooking his hand into your elbow, spinning you to face him as he panted lightly. “Please wait.”

“Sam..”

“You gave me your polite smile, and I hate that smile.” He mumbled, your face falling even further as your shoulders slumped, and you looked at him carefully before adjusting your bag on your shoulder, wrapping your arms around yourself in the cool evening. 

“You hate my smile?”

“No.” He shook his head lips pursed as he rubbed his hands together, trying to work out how best to say what he was trying to. “I love your smile. I love everything about you. But you have different smiles, okay? You have all these different looks, and I don’t like the polite smile look, because it’s the same look you give to someone when you don’t like them and you don’t want to talk to them, and I want to be someone you like and want to talk to.”

“I don’t get where this is going? The ball was in your court, Sam, you didn’t call!” 

“I didn’t think you’d want me to!” He exclaimed, the volume of his voice matching yours as the two of you stared one another down, and Sam narrowed his eyes, confusion etched on his features as he tried to work out what was going on.

“Why would I not want you to?”

“Because of Jessie!” He wanted to actually die, because he had never seen you look sadder than he did in this very moment, because you practically deflated before his eyes, and he panicked. 

“Who’s Jessie?” He shrugged off his coat, wrapping it around your shoulders and using his grip on the collar to pull you forward. 

“You’re cold, please put this on, otherwise you’re going to freeze.” He mumbled, licking over his lips as you pushed your arms through the sleeves, hs fingers moving down the front as he buttoned it up carefully to keep you warm, before pulling his hands back, respectfully pushing them into his pockets. “Jessie was this girl I was seeing for a few weeks, the last time I saw her was the night I left you to watch the sunset with Jake. I had a bunch of missed calls from her on the morning after we.. were together.. and a text from a girl called Rachel, I figured you saw them and thought I was playing you and so you left.”

“I don’t care about who you hooked up with before, Sam. I’m mad that you never called me. I don’t care if you used to be a ‘player’ or whatever, but I’m the kind of girl that likes to be with a guy in a real relationship. You told me I was special, and you made me feel like you wanted.. more!”

“I-” He choked, your gaze softening as you shrugged at him your gaze dropping to hide your expression and he whined, stepping into your space and risking the rejection as he placed his hands on your face, lifting your sights back up to his as he watched you carefully. “I’m in love with you. I’m so in love with you, it’s insane.”

“What?”

“I was a player, and I liked it. And then, this super cute nursery teacher walked by one day six months ago and I hit her on the head and at that moment I think I fell way harder than she did.” He huffed, your teasing smile at his cheesy words making heat crawl up his cheeks, but he’d started now, and he had to finish. “You’re so cute, and I was damaged but I don’t care because all I want is to hold your hand, and kiss you in the mornings, and attend those functions every year as your date.”

“So, why didn’t you call?”

He gave you a little smile, his hands sliding over your shoulders to hold yours, your joint fingers almost swamped by the long sleeves of his coat hanging on your frame. “You left, I thought you were angry at me.”

“I left you a note!”

“You what?” You grinned, one hand leaving his as you dug your hands into the pockets of the coat you wore, pulling out his phone as you flicked through it and opened the notes app, showing him the latest draft there. 

‘got a call from work, had to dash. wish I could stay, call me and we can do dinner or smthin. I had a great time last night, it was amazing.’

You held the phone up in front of his face, lighting up the blush he sported as you watched him read the words out loud, and he sighed, defeated. “I didn’t see your note.” He felt angry, at himself, and he swallowed thickly, dropping his head. “I didn’t see the fucking note, I’m an id-”

Your lips pressed to his softly, and he hummed happily, his hands finding your hips and pulling you closer as you chuckled against his lips. Your hands found a home around his neck, and he pulled you impossibly closer, up onto your tiptoes as his arms wrapped around your waist to hold you as close to him as he possibly could. 

“It’s hard to kiss you when you’re laughing at me.” He muttered, only making you laugh more, and your forehead rested against his. He stroked a hand up and down your back, pecking the tip of your nose as he smiled, before letting you tuck your face into his neck, holding you in a tight hug. “You’re not mad at me?”

“I’m not mad at you.” You mumbled, scattering kisses along his jaw as you trailed your lips back up to his, Sam’s breathing going shallow and he let out a low groan when you finally kissed him again. This time, you weren’t laughing and smiling. 

Your lips were pressed to his in long and slow movements, dragging together slowly as your body leaned on his for more support, and his own knees trembled as he let his tongue flick out to tease at your lower lip. Tilting your head to the side, you parted them for him, and he licked his way into your mouth happily, little moans falling from both of you in unison. 

“Fuck yeah!”

You squeaked at the loud noise, your body falling away and Sam looked over his shoulder, Jake cheering as he held onto the pizza boxes, practically bouncing on the spot as he beamed at you both from the other side of the empty road. 

“Tell her the thing!”

“I already did, Jake!” The man growled at his brother, feeling you poke at his arm.

“What thing?”

“The ‘I love you’ thing- Jake, stop staring at us!” Sam snapped at his brother again, his sour mood quickly fading as he heard you laughing, your face burying into his shoulder as you held onto his hand with both of yours. He excused himself from you for a moment, jogging across the road to take a pizza from the top of the pile and tossing his brother his car keys before making his way back to you, holding it up as an offering. “How about pizza? And kissing. Lot’s of kissing. Maybe a movie. It’s a barbecue chicken pizza.” 

He shrugged his shoulders as you rolled your eyes fondly, nodding at him as you held out your hand, fingers spread. With a racing heart, he laced his fingers with yours, kissing your knuckles before dipping his head down to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “Say the thing, again.”

“It’s a barbecue chicken pizza?” Your elbow dug into his ribs as you guided him back to your car, and he grumbled under his breath about the joke, smiling as you falsely pulled away from him, but his hand around yours tightened, instead, pulling you closer to him before wrapping his arm around your shoulders. He pressed a wet kiss to your cheek, before raising up enough to brush his lips to your ear. “Oh, did you mean, I love you? I do. I love you, a lot.”

“I love you too, and I want first pick of the slices in that box.”

“Deal.”

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Adrien’s Chloe Issues

I’m not thrilled that in Malediktator Chloe got thrown a party. I do think Adrien guilted Marinette into that. Whether it was intentional or not.

It’s not like Marinette’s the only one happy to see Chloe leave. Every single person in the courtyard was thrilled.

Chloe’s bullying has spanned far and wide - we’ve seen her attack Mylène, Ivan, Alya, Kim, Juleka, and that’s only off the top of my head in season 1. All of the aforementioned teenagers got akumatized (not that it takes much to be akumatized, but she directly causes so much pain).

Even Tikki happily noted that akumatizations will drop without Chloe in Paris.

So what makes Adrien so different here? Yes they’re childhood friends but he doesn’t seem to like her that much. I want to dive a bit into his psychology here.

*Not

loving

this*

As established, they grew up together. Having a childhood bond is a powerful thing, no matter how well you know or like the person currently. I’m friends with a girl I’ve known literally since birth, and while I haven’t talked to her in months or seen her in over a year, I’d still probably help her bury a dead body.

He shows this kind of loyalty in Origins with the gum incident. When Nino asked him why he didn’t tell on Chloe he said they’d known each other since they were little kids and “she’s like my only friend.”

The word only here is suuuuuper important. Adrien’s lonely. He has good manners and a kind heart but he’s not well socialized with kids his own age, so it makes sense he’s not willing to throw away his ONE FRIEND on his first day of school ever. We learned in Weredad how much he hates solitude, how it’s the ultimate pain: “Nothing hurts more than isolation.”

Similarly, in Sandboy we saw his nightmares were being caged and Ladybug hating him. Ladybug is his closest, most trusted friend, and he loves her. This episode goes to show how devastating it would be to Adrien to be abandoned by a loved one. I can’t see him doing that to other people lightly.

So first day of school. Our boy’s in an unfamiliar place with a bunch of strangers, encounters trying situations he never had before. Is this terrified boy really going to push away his one constant?

The isolation may mean that he’s missing some important context here. He didn’t go to public primary school like us mere mortals. He wasn’t exposed to the cliques, the hierarchies, the bad blood, the rivalries, the compounded psychopathy of a bunch kids crammed into one place everyday. As such, I’ll bet that Adrien doesn’t intrinsically get how Chloe has traumatized her classmates over the years.

Not to mention that just wasn’t his experience of her growing up. Given Chloe fawns over him in the series, it seems Adrien was treated to a “nicer” version of Chloe if not a kinder one. So while he knows she’s got a nasty streak he got a watered-down and drawn out dose of her that effectively immunized him. Obviously this is conjecture, but I suspect over the years she was mean enough for it to register with him but not mean enough to feel like a legitimate threat. He seemed actually surprised that she put gum on Marinette’s seat in the first place.

“Hey! What’s that all about?”

“You think that’s really necessary?”

This is not the Chloe persona he grew up with. What I’m getting from this scene is he’s used to her being rude, clingy, and annoying, but not malicious. Despite seeing her do this cruel thing it must be difficult to reconcile with what he knew about his oldest friend.

Adrien absolutely recognizes when Chloe is being mean. I don’t think he grasps her systematic reign of terror because 1) he hasn’t grown up with school social structures so he won’t recognize such a thing, and 2) he’s become desensitized to Chloe’s bullshit from a lower dose of it for a long time. It’s likely he never properly stood up to her and that must be a tough habit to break.

It took something big - like, say, Chloe getting the ENTIRE school in trouble for something she did - for him to be Adrien “enough is enough.” By then he’s developed at least two strong friendships and multiple good friendships. She’s not his only option anymore.

That doesn’t change the fact that he’s desensitized to her. By the end of Despair Bear he laughs and says “she’ll never change.” Despite his frustrations with her, he doesn’t understand the deep hurt her repeated bullying causes. It’s a bad screencap, but if you look below, Adrien’s mostly amused while Rose is literally falling on the floor and Marinette’s making gross faces at her.

To be clear, I am not condoning or excusing his failing as a bystander. I like exploring why characters react the way they do and Adrien’s so reserved that he makes for an interesting subject.

In conclusion Adrien needs to get his head out of his ass, but I understand how sentimentality clouded his perception of everyone being excited about Chloe leaving in Malediktator. 

Ko-fi

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[morepokemonimagines]

Starved lanky boy anon here!! From the fluff of please!!

Sure thing! Not even gonna lie, I’m starved for the lanky emo boi too. I just wanna snuggle him! (and do other less wholesome things)

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?: (So many different things this could mean… I’ll probably do more than one scenario for this one.) While I wanna say he does it by singing some cheesy love song he spent weeks or even months on at a show he was unusually insistent that his love interest attend, I’m not sure he’d actually have the confidence for that. If it were done on stage, it would be a spur of the moment thing. He’d be running on pure adrenaline from the crowd’s energy, which boosts his confidence immeasurably, when he sees someone getting too handsy with them while they’re looking SUUUUUPER uncomfortable and trying to get away. He’d see red and stop mid-song to be all “Oi, wanker! Hands off my girl/man!” He’d start to blush the second he realizes what he just said, but the train’s already left the station, so he might as well blow the whistle. He’ll go off on a tirade about how disrespectful they were being to his love interest and that they’ve got another thing coming if they think he’s letting them get away with it. He’d then have the offending person removed from Spikemuth entirely (something he rarely does) while Team Yell keeps anyone else from getting too close to his love interest. He finishes his set while looking directly at them, though he does look away from time to time to give them a chance to slip away if they so choose; he’s happy but nervous when they don’t. After the set is finished, he hops off of the stage rather than walking off to the side like normal and asks his love interest if he can talk to them. He’s takes their hand and pulls them to a more secluded area so they can talk in private; he’s probably a bit more forceful than intended when leading them to said area because he really wants to get it all out before the last of his adrenaline and endorphin high can wear off since he’s kinda banking on it to help him through this. He’d take a deep breath and tell them how much he likes them and why: they’re nice, funny, interesting, easy on the eyes and he just feels more relaxed around them than most others outside of Marnie. He’d then ask them how they feel about him and his feelings about them. If he gets a positive response, he will ask them to be his s/o.

He could also do it in a less abrupt manner, but it would take A LOT longer to happen because the poor guy gets so down on himself all the time that he’d be convinced that his love interest could never actually return his feelings. They would likely have had to have formed some sort of friendship-type bond before this as well. Marnie will have to put her foot down and give him a pep-talk/lecture to get him to stop pining from afar and take the leap already. In this situation, he’d invite them to come hang out at his and Marnie’s place to watch a movie or some show they have a mutual interest in, something that they’ve done dozens of times before so they have no idea that anything is different this time around. Marnie won’t be there, but that’s normal since she’s busy with gym leader duties. At some point, he would either pause the movie or wait for a commercial to ask them if he can talk to them. From there, it goes about the same as the first scenario.

Now, as far as saying “I love you” to them, it would probably be a spur of the moment thing. They’ll do something that just makes his heart feel like it’s going to burst and he’ll think “Arceus, I love you so much….” Yeah, that wasn’t in his head like he thought it was…..

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?: It’s not really something he thought about much before; it just never really crossed his mind. But, after being with his s/o for a while, he’ll find himself thinking about it more and more. Sure, getting the government involved in one’s love life is weird when you really stop to think about it, but having the title of husband instead of boyfriend and them having the title of wife/husband instead of just girlfriend/boyfriend just starts to feel more and more special to him. He’ll talk to his s/o about his feelings on the matter and get their opinion on it. When he feels like his intentions and their feelings are clearly known, he’ll make his move. THIS is where the cheesy love song at the end of his set would come in. He already knows that they love him, and he knows their feelings on the subject of marriage, so he’s confident as hell and is chomping at the bit. Once the song is over, he’d pull them up on stage and pop the question. 

Depending on what he knows about them, he may present them with a ring or (as he would prefer) a choker that matches his; the chokers are a family thing, after all, and they would officially be family at that point. If he had gotten them a ring, it would either be a simple band with some sort of phrase that is special to them engraved in it, or a flashier ring with either a round cut or heart cut. The center stone would be his s/o’s favorite stone because it would be more personal and shows that he pays attention to that sort of thing, and because diamonds are a literal scam and everyone knows it (he may allow a few small diamonds to be used as accent stones if it looks better, but that’s for aesthetics and not because the ring is “supposed” to have diamonds in it). If he were to get a ring for himself as a symbol of their union, it would be a simple gold band with a special phrase and/or his s/o’s name engraved in it. While silver would match with his usual style far better, he would want the ring to clash because that would make it stand out more. He’d let his s/o pick what they want for their wedding ring if they choose to have one. Something that would appeal to him would be the idea of wedding ring tattoos instead of traditional rings. They’re more permanent, they’re less cumbersome, and they just fit his style more.

The wedding would mostly be up to his partner’s taste, but he would have a few requirements. 1) Marnie is the flower girl. 2) Obstagoon is the ring bearer if they use physical rings. If they get the tattoo rings, then they’ll just get the tattoos beforehand and kiss the other’s ring tattoo when they would normally exchange rings; Obstagoon will be his best pokeman in this case. 3) Team Yell is invited, but they’ve had the fear of Arceus put in them by him, so they’ll be on their best behavior. 4) No media. This is their night and no one other than the ones they want to have there have any right to be there. 5) He is absolutely going to want to have a say in the music that is played.

Bonus!  N icknames - What do they call their s/o?: He sticks almost exclusively with “love” as a nickname, but will give them other endearing nicknames that allude to some funny/embarrassing situation or inside joke over time, but he uses these more sparingly.  (Example: my grandma calls my grandpa (both on my dad’s side) “Bunny Butt” because once while camping she got drunk and pantsed him, and my mom said he had a “cute little bunny butt” because he’s a thin dude and I’m sure that particular area has never seen the sun in the 60 some odd years that the man has been alive so it had to be whiter than a real full moon.)

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?: This pasty mofo can’t hide his blush to save his damn life! When he’s in love, he’s blushing constantly whenever his love interest is around, or sometimes if they’re even just mentioned. When talking to them, he may stutter quite a bit too, which is something he never has trouble with otherwise. Also, he’s tugging on the ring on his choker constantly and avoiding eye contact. In short, he basically becomes a flustered pre-teen and you’d have to be dense not to know. His main way of showing his feelings is by paying really close attention to the things they say and do in order to find their likes, dislikes, things they need, things they’re going through and so on. He will use this information to make sure that any gifts he gives them (normal expected gifts like birthdays and holidays) are special and so that he can help them whenever he can. It will become pretty apparent that’s what he’s doing because why the hell else would he remember an offhanded remark about some random thing they said more than three months ago?

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