#Still a bit weird to NEED to buy it from there unless they actually make it but fine

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Mc get´s involved in the Shenanigans for once and the others have to help

Lucifer:

how did you manage to shrink yourself down to thumb size? you know what he doesn´t want to know

he just needs to figure out how to watch over you while your tiny

which ends with you in one of his pockets

and that´s good for Lucifer because he allowed you to tell Demons to fuck of when they annoy him

what isn´t as great is that you constantly try to distract him or try to run away

which naturally you won´t get far

your punishment will be to either sit there without moving while he works or help him with paper work

two very boring things who will take a lot of time

Mammon:

he may or may not have gifted you something that he stole which might be responsible for why you´re a crow now

but you have the Great Mammon looking after you so don´t worry!

and he definitely doesn´t say that because he has plans for you which might entail some illegal activities

he would never do this!... unless you´re up for it

okay he´s sorry! stop trying to scratch his eyes out! he´ll even buy you snacks

after this little fiasco both of you just decided to chill together

or Mammon trying to do his scams and you sitting on his head glaring at every Demon… actually did you get a tiny knife? how can a bird even hold one? but it definitely scares other Demons and even some Witches

Leviathan:

how did you get stuck in his newest game?!?! especially without him! He wanted to play with you!

okay all you have to do is just beat the game and than your free

which might be really difficult considering not only did he buy one that´s supposed to be very difficult but it also started at the highest difficulty

let´s just hope it doesn´t have perma-death enabled and that it doesn´t hurt when you get hit

and if Levi doesn´t take this situation serious, let´s hope for his sake he´s far gone when you get out ^-^ otherwise he´ll regret buying the game

Satan:

and now your a Sheep

he´s going to kill Mammon for giving you random things to drink

the only good thing is that you can still use magic, actually now that he thinks about it this is a horrible thing because now your in a bad mood

annd Mammon´s burning now

definitely a bad thing

he just picked you up and threw you in a bathtub so you stop

it didn´t help but it was a funny sight

the other good thing about you as a Sheep is that he can make you chase Lucifer

it´s very satisfying to see Lucifer running from a pink Sheep with a lance tied to their back

he promised you after you can catch Lucifer he´ll turn you back

but your lucky that it will also stop after a period of time and Satan would never get down from the ceiling if you ever managed to attack Lucifer considering it was his idea and everything

Asmodeus:

Mc since when are you so beautiful?! let him look into his eyes a bit longer!

yeah the Potion Solomon gave you both made you switch bodies

it´s a very weird experience and sadly you didn´t get Asmo´s charm ability

but he can still use it to cause chaos

and let´s be real he will definitely take advantage of this situation

it will actually be a pain if you wanted to turn back immediately

and very difficult to catch Asmo in the beginning considering the Brothers are all Simps and the majority of them lose their common sense when it´s about you

you´ll have to explain so much just so they will stop trying to attack you

it will get so exhausting

Beelzebub:

why isn´t he feeling hungry? and why are you eating so much?

and the answer is Solomon once again

you should really stop drinking random potions people offer you

especially if those people are Solomon

it´s just like the time he and Belphie switched

but Beel hates to admit that it´s kinda nice to not constantly experience hunger

but now you´re the one who has to suffer and now he feels bad that he was happy, even if it was just for a moment

he will be so happy when the 24 hours are up and both are you are back to normal

Belphegor:

okay why do you look like him? wait why does he look like you!?

A truly confusing day for sleepy cow boy, yeah turns out the food Lucifer forced you to eat has some… interesting side effects when Humans eat it

and just like that you are in the bodies of each other

why are only you two affected? it only works on Humans and even then only those closest will get affected

luckily Lucifer found out it will wear of over time yay, bad news you will have to wait a minimum of 24 hours for the effects to wear of

this will be a long day...

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #lucifer avatar of pride #mammon avatar of greed #obey me brothers #obey me mammon #leviathan avatar of envy #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #satan avatar of wrath #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus avatar of lust #beelzebub avatar of gluttony #obey me beelzebub #belphegor avatar of sloth #obey me belphegor

[softxsuki]

Could I request a letter for your Valentines Day Letter Event? I would love love LOVE a letter from baji. We've been friends since middle school and we became offical when we went to the same University. (He does veterinary medicine and I do art.) I'm 20 and he's 21 (dating for a couple of years at the time of him writting ir) and well... he does call me a variety of pet names depending on his mood (just wanna be call dollface/cutie). TONE: I'm thinking about a hurt to comfort letter where I get hurt/bullied (harassed and peer pressured by bullies and idk how to response bc i thought uni wasn't the place for bullying and high school drama. Guess not 💀) and he saves me but I don't respond bc i feel week and I should have done something instead of waiting for him ro come save me and I just feel undeserving of his love and isolate myself in my dorm (we live in different dorms). Baji not being sure on what to do/not wanting to pressure me (ik he isn't like this but shhh it's for the sake of the letter) write a letter expressing how much he genuinely cares for me and loves me (without it being out of character) and that I'm not alone and I have him. Location: it takes place at uni (so he slips it through underneath the door. After I read it, he comes in and we just cuddle and watch a movie (whilst hes holding me in his strong arms. He stays the night and makes me breakfast, also he "talks" to my bullies so that when I see them again they all run away 🏃 (they want no smoke). Other information: I'm usually the more affectionate one between us and like he reciprocates (was quite shy at first but warmed up to it and how he starts it... it gets a little heated sometimes if he's jealous 😳). I hope I'm not coming off as ooc by saying this (please correct me if I am). I feel like baji is somewhat reserved in public (unless he's jealous) like the most he'll do if give me a kiss or a brief hug (maybe ruffle my hair) but like o can tell he cares. I can't proprrly articulate it but he isn't just a feral troublemaker, he's more than that (acts of service - giving me water, snacks if so I don't get hungry or thirsty/reminding me to like eat and hydrate. Also I can confinde him about anything and he won't judge me for it. Also he doesn't judge me for my autism (actually G checks and fucks up anyone who tries it) and he doesn't care if I'm stimming or pacing around and like it's just really nice to not be seen as weird. Also like he's really attentive like if I'm having a shitty day he wont just not say anything, he'll pick up on it and do his dammest to make it go away. Like giving me advice (amazing if not a bit blunt), or doing what he can. Also I sometimes draw portraits and art of him bc I love him (and my hobby is art) and even if he insists I don't need to. I always make sure to buy him gifts (new cat toys/food, veterinary resources, yskisoba and snacks, etc) bc I want to give back to him.

But yeah that's all there is to it. I hope it isn't too much. Thank you for accepting my request and letting me send this in.

I hope you have a nice day. Ur amazing.

Baji's Comforting Letter to His Girlfriend

This event is now CLOSED, but you can view the masterlist for the other letters here.

| Pairing: Baji x Fem!Reader | Genre: Comfort, Fluff | Post-Type: Letter | Word Count: 1.1k|

Warnings: mentions of bullying, reader feels a little insecure

Note: Happy Valentine's Day! Hope you enjoy your letter from Baji :)

Baji feels awkward standing in front of your dorm door, his letter grasped between his fingers. You had run away from him a few days ago after he helped you out upon seeing your classmates harass you. Not knowing what to say after that, he gave you your space, but you still hadn’t reached out to him at all.

Worry filled him after your silence. Were you upset with him for some reason that he didn’t immediately reach out to you? Anxiety bubbled up within him as he stood outside your dorm room. It was Valentine’s Day and while that usually meant just staying indoors and ordering takeout with you like any other date, Baji felt like he had to do something extra for you this year to cheer you up. 

He wasn’t used to expressing his affection for you verbally, especially not in a letter since his handwriting was horrible and he couldn’t spell to save his life, but this is what lots of guys did for their girlfriends, right? Maybe it would help you feel better.

Swallowing his pride and brushing his embarrassment away, he slips the letter under your door and knocks a few times before rushing to hide behind a nearby wall so you wouldn’t see him.

You, busy sulking on your own in your dorm, jump slightly at the sudden knock on your door. You were  embarrassed that you had run away from your boyfriend after he helped you out. Of course you were grateful for his help and having him protect you like that sent butterflies erupting in your stomach, but you had let your classmates' words get to you. You felt undeserving of Baji’s love, how could you possibly deserve his attention when you were just you?

Sighing, you stand from your bed that you were wallowing away on, and approach your door, seeing an envelope in front of it. Curiously, you pick it up and see your name written on it. You look through the peephole of your dorm door but don’t see anyone outside it, opening the door slightly just to make sure no one was there, before closing it again.

You take a seat on your bed again as you open the envelope and begin to read its contents;

Hey Dollface,

Did I scare you off the other day? Or were you embarrassed that I found out you were getting picked on? You know I don’t care about things like that, but I wish you had told me yourself so I could have helped you out sooner. Don’t worry about those idiots, they won’t bother you again, in fact, no one will bother you again, I’ve made it very clear to them that they shouldn’t mess with my girl…

I’m sorry if I upset you for not running after you and giving you space. I should have looked for you and comforted you right away. But just…don’t feel like you’re alone. We’re partners, I want to share the pain you feel and I want to know when someone is bothering you so I can sort it out quickly. I love you too much to see you throw yourself down like that. If anything, I’m the one undeserving of you.

Anyway, it’s Valentine’s Day and I heard guys write stupid letters like these or something, so here it is. I really don’t get it, but if it makes you happy then good. I love you.

From,

You know who, do I really need to say it??

You smile to yourself as you read the letter, it was so like him. Super curt, straight to the point,  and probably took him forever to write out properly since the grammar and spelling were perfect. You read through the letter one more time, your eyes always stopping at his words ‘my girl’. You were his girl, despite how many times you may have thought you didn’t deserve his love, Baji would never pretend to be interested in you, he knew what he wanted, and that was you.

The only thing you’d ever picture him doing is pushing you away if you were ever in danger because of him. But he’d never lead you on and pretend to care for you, so why were you so worried in the first place?

You laugh to yourself and quickly grab your things, wanting to see him as soon as possible. Two days without being in his arms was long enough. You open your dorm door, but you definitely don’t expect to see your handsome man in front of you already. He backs you up into your dorm room and closes the door behind him, his eyes never leaving yours.

You could see his red ears, hinting as his embarrassment from his letter, but he still stood tall, his confidence never leaving. 

“Did you read it?” He asks, a hand coming up to rub your arms.

Baji had never been one to initiate affection with you, but since dating you for a while and getting used to your touchiness, he finds himself reaching out to you first now more often. He loves it.

“Mhm, thank you,” you smile, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. “I loved it, and I love you. Thank you for stepping in the other day for me…and I’m sorry for running off on you like that without a word, I just felt embarrassed.”

He shakes his head and laughs huskily, pulling you into his arms, his chin leaning on your shoulder as he squeezes you tight, “You don’t need to apologize. It’s my job to look out for you, just know that they won’t be bothering you again. They know what’ll happen if they do.”

You hug him back, missing the feeling of having his arms around you

“I’m sure you did. Thank you,” you hum, before a teasing smile graces your lips, “Happy Valentine’s Day. Such a romantic gesture to threaten my ‘bullys’ for me.”

He groans in your neck, guiding you back to your bed where he pushes you back into the mattress, hovering over you, “Yeah yeah, Happy Valentine’s Day. As long as you’re happy.”

And happy you were as he leaned down to pepper kisses all over your face.

Your day of love was spent cuddled up together with a movie playing in the background as Baji later attempts to cook brunch since it was still early on in the day. It wasn’t perfect, but you could care less as long as you got to spend it with him, that’s all that mattered.

Posted: 2/14/2024

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #baji x reader #baji keisuke #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev x y/n #baji x you #baji x y/n #tokyo revengers oneshot #tokyo rev oneshot #baji oneshot

[ajulisz]

Some of my headcanons for Sevika x Reader x Renata

(there's also some SevikaxRenata and Sevika/RenataxReader and 2 NSFW even tho they're not WOW, its tagged dw) OH, and there's a bit of angst in the end, enjoy :)

Renata is domineering with you both, she is the only one that can put Sevika in her place actually;

Sevika moves a lot in bed when she's sleeping. Renata doesn't. So if you move a lot too there will probably be days that Renata will be pissed at you both and go sleep in another room or even in the sofa;

If you have a sweet tooth almost every time Sevika goes to the upper city to get some business done she will buy you some fancy candies;

Renata probably pays one of those air balloons every time she goes on a date. Doesn't matter if its only with one of you or you three. That woman wants comfort and privacy;

If you don't know how to defend yourself or see yourself in a bad situation you can't get out of, you have permission to use the "I will tell my girlfriend" card, that scares everyone and if it doesn't, they better run or Renata and Sevika will find them;

If you study at the piltover academy, expect Renata and Sevika to send someone to walk you home and the person have total permission to beat up some upper class that makes any weird or suspicious look at you.;

You all probably have an open relationship because Sevika still goes to the brothel and Renata probably has some pets around;

But I have the feeling they wouldn't mind cutting those relationships in case you didn't liked the idea or felt uncomfortable at some point, and even with that aside, I think that what would happen is that they would keep this other people more to use for favors, especially Renata;

Ignoring the fact that Silco is dead. I think Renata and Sevika try not to talk a lot about their jobs at home because when they do they probably have an argument, and their discussions are not pretty because they both are really close and strong minded with their ideas;

Even tho they get together when it comes to the "LETS DESTROY PILTOVER" idea, Sevika working for Silco while Renata is the one who wants to be the ruler does not help the case;

But I'm pretty sure if Silco dies and Renata puts Zaun on top of her priorities, or lie about it, because we know she wants the Solar Gates, she doesn't really mind Zaun burning in the process (but Sevika doesn't need to know that... Right Renata?) Sevika will be the number one by her side to put the power in her wife hands;

(NSFW) If you think you are a dom in this... are you really a dom... or are you just so much of a sub that you do whatever your girlfriends like?;

(NSFW) I don't want to speak about sex here cause I think we all know Renata would not be an easy dom much less let's expect Sevika to do that role (unless you ask them nicely), but I'm pretty sure a lot of praise will be present in the aftercare if that's your thing;

Renata is trying her best in all this years go slow to make sure everything go as she planned to...

There's a reason to it and a reason that kills me (thank you brain)

Renata is not a liar, she just... omits some of her plans from you and Sevika because she didn't want to catch feelings in the first place and somehow you both conquered her heart, and she knows it will HURT like hell if one day she really needs to bury all of Zaun and let everyone suffocate down there, but not because of the people that live there, much more because Sevika will probably never forgive her and you... she doesn't know what to expect from you after you see Zaun destroyed because of her.

#arcane sevika x reader #arcane x reader #arcane x you #renata glasc x reader #renata x reader #sevika x reader #sevika imagine #sevika x you #renata glasc x you #renata glasc imagine #renata glasc x sevika x reader #renata glasc x reader x sevika #renata glasc x y/n

[the-present-is-a-gift-au]

Chapter 31: In Which Kip Loses a Race

Twig wasn’t necessarily acting off as Kip ordered a meal to split between them at Spinda’s Cafe. She was still herself. She still laughed the same, over-loud way, she still loved the seasoning on that one grilled berry dish and wanted to figure out how Spinda made such a bland, slightly sweet fruit the star of a savory meal, and she still hated juice and always ordered water instead. But there was something underlying all of that. She laughed loudly, and it seemed like a performance— a way to convince him that she was having a good time. She chit-chatted about that one dish and it seemed like she was trying to distract him from the way her tail nervously twitched against the floor. She ordered water and always took a sip when he asked her a question, like she needed to buy herself precious seconds to think of an answer. 

They finished at Spinda’s and started on the walk home. It wasn’t too long of a distance, but it certainly wasn’t to the market and back, so it was starting to get dark by the time they hit Treasure Town. 

They chatted as they went, and Twig seemed more relaxed as they walked holding each other’s hands. Maybe Kip was judging Twig’s nervousness too harshly. It had been three years since he had last set foot in Treasure Town, and Twig always did have a habit of making things up in her head into bigger sources of stress than they needed to be. He should know— he had the same bad habit of overthinking and catastrophizing. 

They really were a perfect match for each other in that way. They both knew how the other’s brain worked— for the most part, at least— and knew how to talk them down from whatever mountain of worries they had worked up for themself. It was a good fit for them to be friends. It made for a wonderfully self-regulating dynamic. 

“You look more like a swampert than a marshtomp,” Twig said, breaking the silence as they walked. 

“It kind of freaked me out, to be honest. I thought I was sick or something. Our medic said it was an evolution that almost doubled over. Can you believe it? I almost became a swampert in one fell swoop! Imagine how tall I’d be…” He trailed off, elbowing Twig playfully. 

She didn’t elbow him back, instead looking crestfallen all of a sudden. 

“Are you okay? Did I say something weird?”

“You’re fine, Kip, I just… I was thinking about how I barely evolved at all.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I’m more charmander than charmeleon. Sure, I’m a bit beefier and I’ve got less baby fat, but I still have a charmander’s coloring and everything. I talked to Celebi about it, actually, and she said it’s probably the temporal distortion acting up. She’s not sure I’ll ever evolve again, or if I'll fully evolve if I end up getting another evolution by some miracle.”

“Hey—” Kip put an arm around her shoulders. “You know evolution isn’t that big a deal, right? Lots of pokemon only ever evolve once, or not at all. It’s not an important thing around here. Not unless you want to evolve like Ursaring did. And then you have all the trouble of people mixing you up!” He joked halfheartedly. It killed him, seeing Twig so upset. She didn’t react to the humor, and he worried he overstepped, but he wasn’t sure how to cheer her up.

Twig’s brow creased in frustration before she sighed, relaxing. “Yeah. You’re right. I dunno why I’m treating it like getting good grades in school or whatever. Why cry over it? It’s not a problem worth worrying over.”

“Yeah! Though, um… Definitely get checked out by a professional if you evolve again and it’s another half-evolution. You might have some health problems if you do, and as much as I love Celebi, she’s not exactly certified.” 

A small smile twitched at the corners of Twig’s mouth. “You’d think that she would be, after how long she spent bragging about bringing Grovyle back from the brink of death.”

“It’s a little worrisome how proud of that she is.”

“Seriously. I get that she’s saying she’s good at healing people, but I thought that she would be a bit more tactful about it.” 

“You’re one to talk, Miss I beat up multiple Legends and only died once on a technicality, therefore I am the best fighter ever.”

“Wh— that was a joke! I was joking! I was doing a funny bit! And it wasn’t even that concerning!”

“Grovyle looked like he was going to have an aneurysm. I thought that I was going to have an aneurysm.”

“You guys just can’t handle a good laugh. That’s all.” 

“Or maybe you can’t handle us worrying about you, kidder.” 

Twig fell abruptly silent, eyes wide and mouth still opened in whatever rebuttal she was prepared to launch back, but then snapped her jaws closed, silent.

“… Twig? You good?”

She shook herself, and Kip recognized how she tried to disguise the shift in whatever she was thinking about as a shiver. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m just tired. And cold. It’s freezing out here.”

“Oh! Yeah, we’re having a really late frost this year, apparently. Dugtrio said he could feel it in his toe-claws. Which… is weird. I didn’t know he had claws. Or feet.”

“Yeah, that’s a bit… extremely unsettling. But a late frost? Again? It’s been warm for ages, but we’re getting one final little hurrah of a cold snap! We had one a couple years ago, and it was the worst. I was practically holed up inside for the first few weeks of spring.”

“You need to get tested or something. It’s not often that a water-type handles cold better than a fire-type.” 

“It’s not often that a fire-type didn’t grow up as a fire-type, either.” 

Kip slapped his forehead. “Oh. Duh, of course. I know you were once a human, but sometimes it feels like you were always a charmander before we met. I mean, it might as well have been that way, considering that you don’t remember being human much.”

“Uh… yeah. Yeah, you’re right.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yep, just chilly. Come on, let’s pick up the pace and get back to the bluff already!”

“Wh—” He froze, shocked when Twig took off in a sprint. He rushed forward to keep up, struggling to match her speed. “Slow down! I’m not as fast as you!”

“Loser has to make dinner!”

“We just ate, you menace!”

Twig let out a cackle, high and proud in its sound, and Kip held onto the hope he was just making up the way she looked so terrifyingly sorrowful when he mentioned her amnesia.

#the present is a gift au #pmd eos #pmd fanfic #pmd fic #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd fanfiction #pmd explorers #pmd2 #pmd #pmd sky

[ramblingandwritings]

Dante fluff alphabet

Slight suggestive theme in this one. Also I'm getting sick of tumblr messing with my formatting time after time

A = Activities (What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

He personally likes grimy dive bars and he'll find a dark corner table to sit at. Of course your chair is his lap but no one in there is gonna comment on it

If you don't want to go anywhere, then Dante will get a blanket and cuddle with you on the couch. He'll put on a cheesy horror movie marathon to watch until you both pass out

B = Beauty (What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?)

Just tolerating and loving him is appreciated. He wouldn't ever expect someone to stay with him longterm, especially after seeing all the hurt and trauma hidden under his goofy exterior

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Anyplace, anytime, any position. Just say the word

D = Dreams (How do they picture their future with their s/o?)

As long as you're both alive, he's more than happy. He doesn't feel like he can ask for much more than that without it biting him in the ass somehow

E= Equal (Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

He's actually rather relaxed regarding most choices. The only time he really steps up is if he knows you're tired of making decisions or if it's something incredibly serious that needs his involvement

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

If he was ever put into a position where he could settle down and not put everyone around him in danger, then he would in a heartbeat. He's unlikely to ever be that lucky and he knows it plus he might be a bit too old for any of that now anyway

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He gives you random trinkets everytime he goes out without you. You'll get everything from weird demonic charms to postcards

Dante doesn't expect you to get him anything but he loves weapons and good booze. If you're willing to buy him a girly mag then he just loves you more

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

He'll gladly hold your hand, as long as you aren't in danger. If you're walking down the street holding hands then he'll swing your arm until you tell him to knock it off

I = Inspiration (Did their s/o change them or the other way around?)

He starts actually taking care of himself, slowly gets rid of his more self destructive habits and makes sure the utilities stay on in the shop

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

He comes across as being incredibly confident in your relationship and in some ways, he is. But he sees himself as a freak, and anytime someone he views as a threat gets flirty then he starts getting upset. When he was young, he'd probably start a fight over it and break someone's nose. Now that he's older he sulks around the shop until it clicks with him that you're with him for a reason and if you were gonna walk out, you would've already done it. That's enough comfort for him now

K = Kiss (Are they a good kisser?)

He's damn good but he leans heavily towards the sloppy side unless there's only time for a quick peck. Nobody wants to be in the same room as you two if he goes in for what Dante considers a proper kiss, there's always a lot of tongue and shared spit involved

L = Love Confession (How would they confess to their s/o?)

At night, when he thinks you're already asleep in his arms. He lacked the confidence to say it to you in the day, too afraid of any possible rejection or discomfort. He knew it was unlikely but he still couldn't choke it out then

To his surprise and joy, after he made his quiet confession, he heard you sleepily reciprocate his love. He just holds you tighter and basks in the response

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?)

He proposes on impulse after walking past a quarter machine with rings inside. He eventually buys you a proper engagement ring to replace the incredibly cheap one

He's fine just going to the courthouse and signing the papers because he knows the second the words "marriage" "wedding" or "party" are said, Patty will magically appear with several big plans. In fact, if you say the name Patty in the courthouse while he's signing the papers, you can watch him desperately look for the nearest window to hurl himself out of

N = Nicknames (What do they call their s/o?)

Baby, babe, sweetie and honey. He'll jokingly refer to you as the ball and chain but if anyone else says it then he gets annoyed

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

It's obvious to anyone that regrettably has eyes or ears. He doesn't even try to hide it, he'll keep his hand in your back pocket or you on his lap or he'll sit on your lap. You cold? Here take his jacket. You need money? Well then he'll beg, steal or borrow if he doesn't have it on him. Landlord problems? They won't be bugging you after he scares the piss out of them

P = PDA (Are they upfront about their relationship? Are they rather shy when others are watching?)

He seriously lacks the concept of shame. He'll keep an arm around your waist walking down the street and put his tongue down your throat publicly in an alleyway

Q = Quirk (Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.)

He has a pretty good sense of direction from years of traveling

R = Romance (How romantic are they? Cliché or rather creative?)

He's fully cliché and he embraces it

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

It takes him a while to fully open up about his childhood and his trauma slowly trickles out more year after year. It's not that he doesn't trust you, it's just hard to talk about

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

It takes about six months for a relationship to actually happen after weeks of flirting and tension. He was nervous about being with someone at first

U = Understanding (How good do they know their partner?)

Dante's not a mind reader but he can tell when you're lying or uncomfortable in a second. He remembers small details even if he never mentions them

V = Value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

He's not ready to stop being a demon hunter, so if you ever give him an ultimatum regarding it then it's bad news bears

W = Wild Card (A random Fluff Headcanon.)

He loves winter because it means you can share hot cocoa and cuddle up under blankets without overheating

X = XOXO (Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

Boy, does he! Everyone else is disgusted by it, you've been told to get a room before. He doesn't care and anyone outside the shop won't say anything a second time after he glares at them if they have a brain

Z = Zeal  (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?)

If you ever get stuck in hell then he's going through a portal after you without even blinking or thinking twice. No plan needed, he's ripping and tearing until it's done

#Dante x reader #Devil May Cry x reader #Dante #Devil May Cry

[wisteriaiswriting]

𝕊𝕖𝕥 𝕌𝕡

Words: 1108

When you're in charge of something you have to be tough, luckily enough Brimstone fit right into the mold. Rarely ever playing favourites, not to say it doesn’t happen from time to time. But he had one major flaw, his memory. Managing to neve affect missions or anything else important.

Guns, equipment and much other needed objects were never left behind, if so it wasn’t ever his fault. But it only seemed to affect one thing, his phone. Which managed to end up in the weirdest places, but never remembering how they got there.

In the community kitchen? He didn’t even take it with him, surely.

Found in Viper’s lab by… well Viper. Surely not since he hasn’t even entered it since… last time.

But this time was the worst, and by one of the many agents it shouldn’t be found by. Having been left forgotten and unlocked on his desk just as he left to grab some needed files. Just missing Jett entering the hall, allowing her to slip into the office undetected. Even if it was by accident.

Also meaning her attention went straight to the phone. Swiping through to not find much, a few social media they convinced him to download, with not many pictures. Very few mobile games, being older so she wouldn’t play them. Unable to find anything else interesting until a notification came through.

It was a message.

From someone called ‘Salvia,’ alongside a few hearts.

Normally she would brush this off, but realizing she couldn’t connect which agent this was. A quick scroll through his contacts revealed everyone elses contact, so this couldn’t actually be an agent.

Anyways, the message itself wasn’t weird or alarming, but their backlog was suspicious.

‘Ready for our mission?’

Out of everyone he would be that last person to ever date another agent, not even someone at the protocol. So unless they were a civilian it wasn’t possible what she was reading.

Just as she was about to scroll through some more, footsteps reached her ears and she knew who it was. Brimstone. Placing the phone just close enough so he wouldn’t realize she went looking, and he seemed none the wiser.

Once the meeting finally finished she had to contain herself not to run out, instead quickly walking until out of his sight. Before sprinting down the halls and towards Cypher’s room.

***

“C’mon Cypher!”

“Only if you hold up your end of the deal~.”

“Yes! Just tell me!”

She had made a deal with Cypher. Something no one should do, but she was desperate. Her end was to make him any meal for the three months, alongside buying him some of his expensive tea at his command.

But it was so worth it. Gaining all the available information about his partner.

They were Y/N [Middle name] [Lastname], born in [Country] and was actually close enough in age to her commander. There was a bit more information but she would look over that later, your name was more than enough for her plan.

Spilling about it to Phoenix, how informed KAY/O. Recognizing the name before starting a search, their name pulled a few results but a picture resulted in just one.

A previous scientific employee of Kingdom, and currently one of their on field agents. Surely Brimstone didn’t know about this, or even about you still working with their enemy. One they’ve fought many times.

But he’ll have to bring it up next time they speak. Soon enough a last minute mission brief was called, this one included everyone, which didn’t happen often.

“All of you are here for one thing only, as backup. None of you will be on the next mission,”

This caused a round of confusion around the table.

“These folders include the needed information about everything.”

With that he drops the pile onto the table before leaving, even Viper and Sage were surprised. He had dropped this bombshell, then just left? God, what was wrong with the man?

But the folders were correct, filled with the typical information for every mission. Except in the ‘agents selected’ section, instead of the normal team of five it was just Brim.

Once they realized this, his own suicide mission, it was too late, the VLT/R containing him and the needed weapons had left.

***

On the other hand your own teammates haven’t realized a thing. They were dumb enough to not even look over the given briefing, letting you just go.

“Hey, we have much more to give, just let me show you.”

“It’s a tough thought really… I mean it!”

His face showed doubt but you could tell he didn’t mean it.

“Fine I’ll bite, what’s the benefits?”

“I can assure you, we’re better.”

“You’re better, so the benefits?”

“Am I not enough for you?”

Just as you started to laugh something cold hit the back of your head, hand pulling away covered in some blue… slime? Huh?

“Oh hey, Brimstone, sorry! Dizzy…”

Turning around to see a green haired guy. Who was cradling something in his hands, which seemed to be the culprit of the goo on your head, now hands. Seeming scolding it, because soon enough it floated closer to you before nuzzling itself into your cheek.

“So, what are you two doing here?” Ah shit, Brimstone forgot Gekko was sent on holiday, meaning he didn’t know what was happening. Unless he was contacted by another agent, which seems unlikely.

“Ah, it doesn't matter, c’mon.”

He gestured for the two of you to follow, and you did. All the way to his house, but instead of walking into a quiet, or close too, it was immediate yelling. And Brimstone knew what was happening, he had been set up.

Rounding the corner into his living room, finding Breach waiting on the couch, watching whatever was playing. Sage was reading a book on the other end, while Jett and Phoenix were snooping around the room. Only pausing when you two entered.

“I was right, hand ‘em over!” Jett huffed but handed over the bet credits, stepping away from the now gloating Phoenix.

“Nevermind, but what were you two up too?”

“Uh…” God, he never planned on revealing this to the team. And especially not right now. Grabbing your hand as you both slowly stepped away.

“You know, on a mission?” On paper yes, but physically? Absolutely not, but he wasn’t going to let them ruin his date. Once close enough to the door you both dashed out, luckily enough the others didn’t follow, as they would catch up.

But that left you two unaware of their second plan, who watched everything unfold.

#valorant x reader #valorant x male reader #valorant brimstone #valorant brimstone x reader #brimstone x reader #wisteria♥

[angy-mouse]

Puck Bunny Part 3

5.7k, no smut but definite M-rated banter and important plot (unless you're just here for the foursomes in which case you can skip this chapter ig but its pretty integral for the finale)

<previous next>

do you wanna go on a date?

Read 5 Minutes Ago

You stared at the message, sent directly instead of through the group chat. As if that wasn't weird enough, you'd just gone on a date (with heavy air quotes) with the three of them and you had yet to get your panties back, thank you very much. You started drifting down memory lane and forced yourself to snap out of it. This was not lecture appropriate thinking.

You get another text.

with me, idk if that was obvious lol. sap + sam are stuck running drills all afternoon bc they suck

Okay, so not a group thing. That was good, at least. You might be able to walk after all. Except…

Honestly, you don't feel like sex. Not even mind-blowing, four-orgasms-in-a-row, written-by-a-woman sex. You were tired, and still sore, and really craving something fruity but also sweet? Maybe a chocolate orange. Point being you did not feel sexy and imagining a naked man only stirred thoughts of needing to buy lotion.

i was thinking shopping and dinner - my treat ofc - but whatever you want is cool too x

Fuck, you do need a sweater. Damn changing seasons making your sundress collection obsolete. 

You flipped your phone over and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath and rolling your shoulders back. Fuck the rest of the lecture hall, you were aceing this class anyway and you needed to check in.

Do you want to see Punz today?

You didn't even have to think about it. Of course you did, you wanted to see all three of them and maybe shove your face in their perfectly perky pecs, but so far seeing them entailed sex, which you were not up for. You didn't think for a second that Punz wouldn't accept a no, but you were 50/50 on whether you would cave at the first touch just to experience that intimacy.

Call yourself a slut, but it was kinda hard to deny a man who acted like you were a literal goddess. 

Next question: do you want to go on a date today?

As long as it was a date-date and not their last idea of a date, that would actually be nice. You were past the awkward small talk stage with Punz, so no fumbling or awkward silences should happen. Plus you already knew he would compliment you to the high heavens, which certainly couldn't hurt your mood.

So what were you waiting for?

You thought, but you couldn't find an answer. A handsome, fit guy who treated you amazing and was great in bed wanted to take you shopping and treat you to dinner. You'd have to be a fucking idiot not to.

You flipped your phone back over and found another text.

no pressure ofc, but id be a fucking idiot not to try spending time with you without the peanut gallery

You snorted, thumbs gliding over the screen to save him from his nerves. Even if he was cute when he rambled.

tbh shopping and dinner sounds exactly what I need rn

A beat where you thought too much and got lost for just a moment. You bit the bullet, putting a heart on the end and hitting send. Then, as an afterthought:

should I change?

what are you wearing?

For a moment you considered telling him you forgot about a lecture you can't miss, and you actually can't go and you're so sorry but maybe next time-

omg wait not like THAT

i just mean last two times i saw you you were wearing a cute asf dress and then that nice shirt with big sleeves and the black skirt so as far as im concerned anything you wear is perfect

He's talking about your lantern sleeve blouse. Something about the way he fumbles, not knowing anything about what things are called and only knowing that he liked them enough to remember makes you just melt.

oh lol well thank you. Did you wanna meet somewhere or…

The response is instant.

ill come pick you up! whens your last class get out?

You tell him and get a thumbs up and heart emoji pairing, then a gif of snoopy doing his happy dance that makes you laugh under your breath.

"Stop sexting in class,"

You flinch and clutch your phone to your chest before recognition kicks in and you glare at Niki. "I'm not sexting," you hiss. "Punz is picking me up for a date." She rolls her eyes. "An actual date." You didn't know why you needed her to be happy for you so badly. Maybe with both your long term best friend and slightly less long term boyfriend both kicked out of your life, you were just craving companionship. It would certainly explain your current disaster of a dating life. 

"Okay," she says but it doesn't sound like she means it. "Just so you know, I only have one romcom binge weekend in me a year, so if this harem breaks your heart, too, you're on your own." 

"I appreciated that, you know." She blinks like she wasn't expecting anything less than snark, but you meant it. You came into your dorm with eyes so full of tears you didn't even realize she was there until she was coaxing you into your PJs and shoving a carton of Ben & Jerry's into your lap. Suddenly your mysterious roommate you only saw once in a blue moon when your schedules rarely overlapped was the shoulder you were crying on, voice ringing through your ears promising you were still the baddest bitch and he was the loser here.

"It's no big deal," she finally decided. "You need to learn people don't deserve praise for not treating you like crap." 

You didn't have a comeback for that, so you finished class in silence.

"Do I get to meet this one, too?"

You can't fight your smile. "You want to?"

"Gotta make sure you're not dropping your standards. Again." 

"I changed my mind: fuck off." She curled her hands into a heart with a grin before you turned away, hearing her chase after you. 'Chase' very loosely translated to 'took four quick steps to easily catch up because she's a lot fitter than you.' Damn skinny people.

"If he just pulls up and honks, you are not getting in the car. Date ends there."

"Any particular reason?"

"A man who can't wait to get out of the car to greet you can't wait long enough for you to come."

You grinned over your shoulder as you walked into the afternoon sun. "Oh, believe me: not a concern."

"Ew,"

"You started it."

"And I'm finishing it." 

Tires screeching on pavement caught your attention, just in time to watch two students nearly get run over by a cherry red Challenger. You bit your cheek. "You don't think…" 

The car came to a stop right in front of the stairs (only because it was physically incapable of climbing them, you were sure) showing off the VAL-U sticker on the back window.

"I do think," Niki said solemnly. A single honk came from the car. "Oh, fuck no-"

"Niki, please," you begged as you watched Punz climb out of the driver's seat in a crisp collared shirt, buttoned only enough to be appropriate in public. You practically melted as he gave you that sparkling grin, running a hand through his blond locks as he climbed the stairs two at a time to join you. 

"I had one rule for you-"

"Sorry," Punz breathed out, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek, close enough you could feel the faint heat rushing through his face. "I slammed my elbow on the horn trying to unplug my phone."

You'd be embarrassed by the loud snort that left you if you weren't so grateful it drowned out Niki's, "you're lucky, valley."

"You look beautiful." It was hard to believe when you'd just sounded like a literal pig. At least, it would be if he wasn't looking at you like you hung the stars, hands sliding back on either side of your waist until he was holding you gently against him. His lips ghosted over yours. "I missed you, bunny."

You missed him, too. “You saw me two days ago,” you say instead, but you let your hands link against the nape of his neck as he gives you a soft kiss. Something more than a peck, but nothing you were embarrassed to do in front of Niki. Something just right.

“And it was painful,” he announced, squeezing you tighter against him like he knew it would make you giggle into his neck. “Forty-eight hours with Big and Rich for company.”

“Are you ever going to run out of demeaning nicknames for them?”

“Haven’t yet. Hi-” It takes you a second to realize he’s talking to Niki over your head. “Friend?”

That one was directed at you, so you hum an affirmative and gently peel yourself away to run through introductions. Punz only lets you get out of one arm, the other moving to hang over your shoulders with a squeeze that clearly said ‘that one stays.’ “This is my roommate, Niki. Niki-”

“Punz,” she mused, offering her hand. “I know all about you.”

“Is this a shovel talk?”

“No. I don’t talk before shoveling.”

“Niki,” you beg, but Punz gives her a firm shake.

“Big fan of that,” he declared with a grin. “I’ve got a buddy with a truck, we should get you two in contact.”

She nodded solemnly. “Alright,” she directed at you, “you can go on the date.”

“Niki!”

She took your keys off your bag. “I’ll take your car back to the dorm. Don’t get pregnant.”

“NIKI!”

“Bye, Niki,” Punz cheered with a cackle, arm around your shoulders keeping you from chasing after her to commit some mild manslaughter. “Nice to meet you!”

“Don’t say, ‘nice to meet you,’ when she’s humiliating me.” You got a kiss pressed to the side of your head instead of an apology as he started down the steps, dragging you along with. The gentle pressure of his arm on your neck solidified your feeling like a yappy chihuahua being tugged along by the leash. It all felt a stark difference to the usual sultry air that followed you around these three. This actually felt like a… date. Not a sex on the nearest surface date, but a proper meet the parents soon date. 

You tried not to think about how scary that was.

Instead, you thanked Punz as he held open your door, your hand in his as he helped you climb in. You held in a giggle as he shut the door behind you and raced around the hood like he was worried you’d leave without him. “What are we shopping for,” he asked as he threw himself into his seat, but you were distracted.

“Why do you have a suicide knob?”

He grinned, wide and toothy, tongue poking out as he used the knob to wiggle the steering wheel. “Because it’s fun.”

You buckled your seatbelt. 

“Oh, come on,” he huffed, pulling out of the parking lot. “I’ve never gotten into so much as a fender bender with this car.”

“This car?”

“Don’t say it like that! I haven’t gotten into an accident since I was a teenager, is that better?” 

“Yeah, and what are you now, twenty?”

“Twenty-five,”

“Oh my god, you’re old.”

You regretted it as soon as you said it. You were so not at the stage where you could make fun of each other and especially not something as potentially sensitive as his age and why he's still at University-

"Well, you're a brat, so I thought we made a good pair." There's a beat where your mind races, but Punz reaches over to take your hand off your lap and cuts it short. "That was a joke. I know you're not a brat." 

"Only a little bit," you admit, and squeeze him back, a little promise that you didn't take it harshly. "If you were serious about taking me shopping, I could use some warm clothes for fall.”

The car pulled to a smooth stop at the light, and he fixed you with a look like you’ve accused him of secretly kicking puppies. “Dead serious. I love shopping.”

“You’re clearly very passionate about this.” 

He took his stare off you to pull through the light, bringing your joined hands up to his lips. “Well, I have an addictive personality, a great credit score, and excellent fashion sense.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Hey, what’s with the doubt?!”

“Don’t get me wrong,” you promise, using your joined hands to gesture to his open shirt, “today’s pirate-with-no-inhibitions look is super sexy, and I’m a big fan of the pleather pants, but every other time I’ve seen you, you wore a hoodie and basketball shorts.”

“That’s not fair: you always see me after practice! I can't squeeze into these pants while I’m still sweaty.”

“Well, I’m very appreciative of your sacrifice.” You wait until he’s looking at you to pointedly eye up his thick thighs, practically seran-wrapped in black fabric. “Very appreciative.”

“Bunny’s secretly a pervert,” he accused, “God, I’m not a slab of meat.”

“Really?”

He finally broke, laughing so hard he hit the rumble strips and had to swerve back into the lane. “You’re such a little shit! You’re lucky it makes you lovable instead of annoying.”

“You three practically snap me in half every time I see you: I’m allowed some eye candy!”

“I’ll be your eye candy,” he promised, and flicked open another button on his shirt. “Boom.”

“Whoa, now,”

“Too hot?”

“I nearly creamed.”

“I hate you,” he wheezed, shoving the gearshift into park. “Get the fuck out of my car.”

“Rudeness!”

His hand snatched yours when you reached for the door. “Wait, I wasn’t serious!”

“I’m getting out!”

“No, wait for me!”

“I’m getting out, and I’m telling Sam you let me open my own door!”

“No, he’ll kill me!”

“Good!” Despite the snap, you can’t pry the smile off your face and you find yourself staying perfectly still in your seat as Punz races around the hood again. “Oh, Merci,” you chirped, taking his offered hand as you stepped out.

“De nada, my little bunny." 

His arm laid across your shoulders again like you were boyfriend-girlfriend on an average date. He even reached out to open the door for you as you walked into the mall. But you weren't boyfriend-girlfriend, you were a puck bunny brat. "Every time I think you're kinda sweet, you call me that." 

"It's a talent of mine: making an ass of myself. Where do you wanna look first?" 

“I usually go to Salvation Army.”

Punz started walking towards the Aeropostale, dragging you along with. “I’m offended you think I’d offer to take you shopping and take you to Salvation Army.” 

You started struggling, grabbing a fistful of his shirt to try and curb him. Your heels tried to find purchase on the tile, but he slid you across the floor like dragging a sled. “I’m a college student! And so are you, for that! I’m not letting you spend your food cash for the week on clothes for me- Jesus Christ, how are you this strong?!”

He stopped, but it had nothing to do with your attempts. He spun you in his arms as if you were nothing more than a doll to him, something he could carry with him and arrange however he wanted. The thought made you feel equal parts small and bratty, but his hands on your hips made you bite your tongue as he held you close. His eyes were stern, a slight tremble in his features betraying his nerves.

“Alright, I’m gonna tell you something, and I don’t want you to freak out.”

Oh, you were totally going to freak out.

“I didn’t want to say this so soon because it totally changes how people think of me, but you’re clearly going to fight me on this, so here it is.” He took a deep breath, eyes screwed shut in a wince. “I’m a trust fund kid. My parents are loaded.”

It didn’t click at first. Not until you blinked. “... oh my god?”

He nodded solemnly. “I know.”

It was a shock, the same way any new information about someone you knew was a shock: mild brain buffer as your mental file was updated. Other than that, though… You couldn’t seem to care. Other than, of course, another chance to mouth off. “Oh my god,” you performed, shaking his shoulders. “Eat the rich, Punz!”

“I’m not into butt stuff,”

“I hate you,” you lied, trying to push away. “I hate you and your gated mansion community-”

“I live in the frat house, it’s practically a homeless shelter.”

“You and your diamond studded underwear-”

“Where are you getting your information on rich people: Richie Rich?”

“You’re an old rich guy, too!” You gasped, clapping your hands on either of his cheeks. He gave a minor wince from the impact, but it was swept away just as quickly by rapt attention as you pressed your forehead to his. “Am I a sugar baby?” 

“Well, you haven’t actually let me buy you anything yet-”

“Wrong answer.”

He shook his head between your hands, essentially making you slap him repeatedly. “No, bunny, you’re not a sugar baby, not in the slightest. Now, can I buy you more clothes than you can ever wear?”

Your gaze narrowed, but it probably wasn’t as intimidating as you hoped when you had to cross your eyes to look at him. “You swear your wallet won’t feel it?”

“May lightning strike me down.”

It took a moment, but with not even a rumble of thunder, you supposed you had to believe him. “Alright,” you conceded, “but we’re going somewhere that actually carries my size.”

<3E>

“I’ve never been in a Torrid,” Punz admits to you as you walk in.

“Really? You don’t lurk in the lingerie section hunting for big women?”

“There’s a lingerie section?” He’s too excited at the prospect to entertain your sass, but evidently not too excited to take the pants you were looking at right out of your hands. “You’ll have to try everything on for me. Even though I’m adamantly opposed to anything that covers your legs.” 

You tried to take them back and he casually moved out of reach, adding a blazer to his haul. “Just because I’m built like an elephant seal doesn’t mean I’m actually insulated-”

“Hey-” You jump at the sudden appearance of a sales associate, a beautiful woman with an undercut and dangly earrings, and flush at the reminder that you were in public. She points an empty hanger at you sternly. “We don’t do self deprecation in here.” The hanger tip shifted over to Punz. “Are you not telling her how beautiful she is enough?”

You can feel your face turning purple as Punz claims, "I can't: I need to eat and sleep sometimes," and starts plucking one of everything off the racks without bothering to check sizes. 

"Wha- Punz! Stop that! I don't need-"

"What you need is to let me love you!"

Undercut woman has a giant grin as she turns to walk away. "I'll get a dressing room open for you. Name for the door?"

"I don't need-"

If Punz wasn't trying to smother you in twisted affection, you might've started to get pissed off at the way he interrupted you again. "Bunny!"

"You're gonna get a foot up your ass in a minute here!" 

"She don't bite," he insists, wrapping a thick arm around your neck to yank you against him. He starts pressing fat kisses to your hair, the kind where he just puckers his lips ridiculously and smacks them against you. The first few are gross. The next annoying. Then he starts cooing about she's just a sweet little thing and your attitude crumbles like a wall, entire body melting against him like a stray that's finally caving into affection. 

You can feel his lips curl into a wide grin against your head, but you can't make yourself rebuild that wall when he's nosing your hair away from your ear so he can whisper, "are we done being a brat, baby?" 

“...yeah,”

His finger crooked under your chin, gently lifting your lips to his for a soft kiss. “Yeah? My sweet girl’s gonna let me dress her up?” 

My girl.

You stole another kiss, dropping one on Punz’s jaw as you pulled away for good measure. “At least grab the right size, you big lug.” 

You may as well have promised him a puppy. His grin stretched wide across his face, bottom lip pulled between his teeth before he ducked his head, hiding from you. He nuzzled into your neck, puckering his lips so they just barely grazed your jugular, feeling your pulse race. “Yay,” he murmured, arm around your shoulders sliding down your back until he could grip your soft waist. “Because as hot as you look in this dress, I don’t approve of how the leggings hide away our tummy.”

“You mean my tummy?”

“I’m filing for joint custody. You don’t appreciate her enough.”

“I appreciate her just fine. It- fuck me, now I’m doing it! Give me something to put on!” 

He cackled, tugging your collar aside to check the tag and leaving you to rifle through the racks. “I’m gonna build you some outfits,” he promised, flicking through some camisoles to add to his armful. “And I wanna see every single one.” 

“I thought you wanted to make it to dinner at some point.” 

He found one in your size and handed you the completed stack. “Then you’d better run that cute ass into a stall for me. Ooh, swimsuit sale!” 

You huffed and rolled your eyes all the way to the back of the store and all the way into the dressing room until the door was shut behind you. You only allowed yourself the time it took to strip and redress to think about how warm you felt inside. How nice it felt to have someone who wanted to drape you in silks and pouted when you made him settle for overpriced plus-size fashion. Someone who was ready to watch you try on one of everything, knowing full well how long it’d take.

You settled the blazer over your shoulders and turned to the mirror, lips pressing together.

By no means were you ashamed of your body… but you leaned more towards ‘screw the world I don’t owe it to you to fit your beauty standards’ and less towards ‘I’m fat and fuckable.’ 

The flared pants sat just too low to tuck away your muffin top. No matter how you tugged on the camisole, it couldn’t cover that inch of skin- unless you wanted to walk around with your bra out.

“Shoppin’ for my baby!” Your gaze snapped to the door, hearing the rhythmic shuffle of feet. “Shoppin’ for my bunny!” You slapped a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing- if he heard you, he might stop singing. “Shop ‘til you drop! Bop-bop-bop! Gonna get a crop- top! Yeah, I could’a been a rapper. Fuckin’ missed my calling.”

“You so did,” you called out, threading the buttons on your blazer as you bumped the door open. “What would your rapper name be?”

“Lil’ Pucky,” he called back without hesitation as he turned. Blood rushed through your ears as his jaw dropped open, eyes cruising up and down your form so intensely you worried you’d forgotten to put clothes on at all. “Hello, bunny.”

“Hi,” you giggled. You gave a twirl and laughed when a swoon of “oh, ass,” passed his lips. “You like?”

“I love.” He groped for your waist, pulling you into his chest until you could feel his heartbeat through your right tit. “I changed my mind: you can wear pants, but only these.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yup.”

“These are better than the leggings?”

“Leggings are too tight. Anything that delays me from getting in your guts for more than six seconds is going in the bonfire.” 

Your hand came down on his shoulder and he pretended it hurt, stumbling into one of the plush chairs. “That’s why you wanted to take me shopping! You figure if you buy me enough, you can get rid of everything you don’t like!”

He couldn’t even pretend to feel guilty, a grin wider than a fucking canyon stretching across his face. “It’s gonna be short dresses and tight pants if I have my way.”

“And what makes you think you’ll get your way?”

He held out his hand, a silky two-piece bathing suit with a halter strap top and a skirt layered with frills dangling from his fingers. “Because I found this in your size-” his other hand revealed a mesh shopping bag half full, “and enough panties for Sam to steal as many as he wants.” 

You accepted the swimsuit to try on, but gave an apologetic smile. “I’m very picky about my underwear: I don’t want you to be upset if I don’t wear what you pick out for me, okay?”

“Don’t worry, I’m working off a reference.”

There’s two beats where you process his words before you’re beating him with the swimsuit. “You’re the one who ended up with my panties?!” 

Punz didn’t even move to block your hits, hand coming up to lay over his heart. “I pledge my allegiance every morning, first thing.” 

“Where did you hang them?!”

<3E>

“I can carry something, you know.”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.” Punz piled the bags all onto one arm as if he took your offer as a personal offense to his strength and very manhood, looping the other around your waist. “Taking a fine lady out and making her carry her own bags- who do you think I am?”

You’re getting used to his dramatics: you barely acknowledge him as a stall catches your eye. “Ooh, boba!”

His arm doesn’t budge around you, but it doesn’t keep you in place like you’ve experienced before. Your path shifts towards the drink shop and his elbow pulls straight for barely a second before he shifts right with you, letting you lead him wherever you desired. “That milky stuff with the gross balls?”

“Yes, but no.” There’s laminated menus on the tables so you pick one up and scan the flavors. “You’re thinking milk tea with tapioca pearls. I get fruity tea with popping pearls.”

“You’re really cute, but I don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I’m gonna blow your mind right now.” You slipped your card out of your purse as you walked up to the counter to make sure Punz knew you were buying this time. “Hi, can I get a large strawberry fruit tea with green apple pearls?” 

He barely gets out the total and asks for a name for the order before Punz slaps his card on the machine from the side. "'Punz': exactly how it sounds, but with a 'Z'."

"I was gonna pay for it, asshole!" The only response you get from him is his signature on the pad- which is nothing more than a colon and a 'P'. You stuck your tongue out right back, skipping out of reach to snatch up a straw from the pick-up counter. "You're gonna let your guard down sooner or later." 

"You make it sound like you're gonna kill me." You drag the straw across your throat. "Wow," he snorted, pecking the tip of your nose, "total savage." 

“I know. I’m totawy scawy.”

“Fwightening.” 

“You’re a dork,” you informed him with a huff of laughter, stabbing your drink as soon as it arrived. “Poison check,” you claimed, taking the first sip. You skewered a pearl for him before handing it over. “Alright, taste that thang.” 

You waited eagerly as the straw passed his soft lips, on the edge of your nonexistent seat as he took his first sip.

He shrugged. “Yeah, it’s alright.”

You rescued your drink before smacking his arm. “No taste!” 

“It’s about as good as fruit can get, but it still tastes like fruit. Give me a burger any day.” 

“I’ve never met such a dumb man,” you huffed, sipping for yourself.… Okay, so it had too much ice, but it was still delicious!

“Liar,” Punz accused as you started your walk again. “You’ve met Sapnap.”

You bumped into him with purpose. “Yeah, but it’s cute on him.”

“Ouch, you’re really wounding my pride there, bunny,” he drawled, making sure his sarcasm seeped through every word. “As if I could be jealous of Sappy.” 

You could feel your lips curling into an evil grin around your fat straw before the thought of what to say even formed. “I don’t know: he’s cute, and strong, and a gentleman, and he’s great with his tongue-”

“Alright, you’re pushing it!” A cry left your lips as he snatched your cheek, pinching only hard enough to pull it around a bit. “Talking about another freaking guy this much, even if he is my teammate-” 

“Leggo uh meee!”

He gave another yank before releasing you with a huff. “Such a little brat…”

His tone changed. It was slight, but there was a definite change- enough to make you stop and backtrack. Did you push too far? Was he actually insecure and being compared to Sapnap was a jab in the gut? Or maybe he was just getting sick of your attitude when he was treating you like a princess. 

“I’m sorry.” Punz let out a small noise from the back of his throat that you took as prompting to continue. “I don’t know why I even said that, but I’ll try not to be such a- such a brat.”

“It’s okay,”

“It’s not-”

“Why are you upset?” He turned to look at you properly, pulling you to a stop once he saw your expression. 

You huffed, frustrated that you had to say it out loud, but more frustrated at yourself. “Because you’re wonderful to me-” His hand came up to your cheek, warm and soft, and suddenly your eyes were clouding up. “And you don’t deserve all the snapping I do-” There’s a lump growing in your throat. “And I don’t even know why I say that kind of shit because I’m having a great time with you-”

“Oh, honey bunny.” You caught a glimpse of his handsome face twisted into concern before he was pulling you into a nook for some semblance of privacy, setting your bags on the floor before hauling you tight against his chest. “Oh, you’ve really worked yourself up over this, huh?” You know it’s not really a question, but you find you’re nodding into his shoulder anyway. You don’t even feel like you’re crying: there are tears streaming out of your eyes, but that’s it. Almost like someone’s left the faucet on and forgot about it. 

Punz’s lips press firmly against your head, hands rubbing circles against the tense muscles in your back, like he was trying to find the button that would make it all better. “Can I tell you something, bunny?” His lips briefly twitch into a tiny smile when you nod mindlessly against his shirt. “I know you’re having a good time. And I am, too. And I know you just like chatting shit. Makes you feel strong, huh? Like you’re big and in charge?” You didn’t even realize it before he put it into words, but he was exactly right, earning another nod. “And you wanna know something else?

“I like chatting shit, too.” You pull back as you realize the tears have stopped, and he only lets you go a few inches before he’s holding you still with warm hands on your waist. “The boys told me all about your drive before our movie night. You know how Sammy threw his little tantrum over your seatbelt?” His choice of words pulls a throaty laugh from you that makes him grin. “We all want different things when we’re with you, bunny. Sam wants to make sure you’re taken care of, so when you brat, he’s gonna nod and take it until you run out of steam and ask him nicely, then he’ll give you anything you want.

“But I kinda like to fight, bunny. Nothing mean, but when you poke me, I wanna poke back. I think it’s fun just like you do, and I think we could have a good time pushing each other to the limit to see who gives.” His lips twitched. “Now, Sappy: I think that boy just wants to die under a big woman, so you gotta watch out for him, make sure he’s still breathing when you sit on him-” 

You try to smother your laughter because this is serious, but then you’re imagining a headline that says, ‘Local Man Attempts Suicide By Pussy,’ and you break into manic giggles that send you right back into Punz’s chest as he laughs with you. His hand rubbed up and down your back, slow and soft, melting your form against his. 

You turned your head once the giggles calmed down, taking a deep breath of his cologne while you listened to his heart. “I still feel bad,” you admitted. “Like I pushed too far.”

“I promise you didn’t, baby.” The speed of his answer makes you melt just a bit more. “I get being worried about it, though, because I do, too…” He hummed as he thought. “Sappy said you guys decided on a safe word?”

You nodded against him. “Pineapple,”

“Pineapple. Okay, so how about we both promise that if the other crosses a line, we say ‘pineapple.’ Then we know it’s an actual ‘no’ and not just more playing. How’s that sound?” You give another nod that he returns with a squeeze. “You want me to take you home, baby?” You’re shaking your head without a second thought, pressing yourself deeper against him. You get another squeeze in response, a silent, ‘I won’t leave you.’ “You wanna get some dinner?”

You forced yourself to pull away, his fingertips trailing over your body as long as they can until they hook onto yours. You beamed at him. “That sounds really nice, old man.”

Punz laughed. “Let’s go, then, brat.”

#angymouse #puckbunny #punnysqueaks #minors dni #mcyt smut

[krikeymate]

Okay but the real question is: in your larger age gap au, is Sam born 5 years earlier, or is Tara born 5 years later?

Both options would change different things, like whether Tara has the same friends as in canon or not. If Tara is born 5 years later, then she probably wouldn't be friends with Amber, so Amber and Richie's plot would have to be carried out differently.

On the other hand, if Sam is born 5 years earlier, then she would be much closer in age to the teens from Scream 4, which could also be really interesting.

You've exposed one of my fatal flaws, which is that when I'm thinking about Sam and Tara, I forget other characters exist.

This has given me some really interesting things to think about! And think I did as I made my dinner.

So the intention is that Tara is born 5 years later, in 2007 instead of 2002. I hadn't considered Sam being the one born earlier, and I think unless you really fuck with the Scream timeline in major ways, it wouldn't work. I actually thought out a detailed way of how that could work with Billy having escaped and actually still being alive and then I realised I was actually having Sam be born 5 years later not earlier, whoops, but great opportunity if you wanted to make Tara Billy's daughter too lmao. You could have Billy and Christina both be older and out of school, it would have the added bonus of making his relationship with Sidney extra creepy, but otherwise, I like to stick mostly to canon as much as possible.

So, here's what I'm thinking. Hicks and Sam have an entirely different relationship in this AU. Sam does get into some trouble with the law, she does have some trouble with drinking and drugs, but she doesn't go entirely off the rails. Hicks sets her straight, reminds her that between her and her mother, Tara is likely to get taken away. Hicks is the reason she wins a custody fight against her mother.

Sam still babysits Wes and his friends at Judy's (she lets her bring Tara), and even though they're older, they're so gentle with her baby sister. By the time the babysitting group are becoming teens (around 12/13 or so), they're too old to need a babysitter really, but Judy and Martha still pay her to do so (to keep them out of trouble). They start to invite their new friend Amber over. Sam doesn't really get why they're friends, her relationship is mostly borderline nasty snide comments and arguing with Mindy, but kids will be kids. Amber doesn't seem to like her friends, she definitely doesn't care for Sam (and feels the need to comment on them still needing a babysitter), but for whatever goddamn reason, this girl seems to adore Tara. Amber doesn't even like children! She's got a little sister of her own, and they've all seen the way she recoils from kids in the park. Now to be fair, Tara is very adorable. Who wouldn't love Tara? But still. It's weird. But Sam isn't going to deny Tara someone else who will be affectionate with her.

Years pass. Sam feels a bit weird that her friends are all high school kids and their moms, but these people buy her little sister birthday presents and invite them over for Christmas... they're like a family to her. Chad teaches Tara soccer, and Mindy introduces Tara to scary movies (Sam nearly murders her for this), and Wes, well he just does whatever Tara asks him to, the softy. Amber's her second confidant, she tells her things she's not ready to tell her sister. Sam doesn't like how close they are, but as Tara becomes a teenager, she knows there's no point fighting it. It isn't a hill she's willing to die on.

Sam never runs away, she stays in Woodboro, she gains custody over her sister. She rents a small two-bedroom home from a compassionate elderly woman who lives with her son now and is sweet on her sister. She's had some problems with... seeing things, her therapist still hasn't settled on a diagnosis yet, but the antipsychotics she's given her work, and that's all that matters her therapist says. All that matters is figuring out whether it's genetic and whether her sister is going to have problems too, is what she retorts.

She works at the bowling ally, she's thinking about Judy's offer to have her work at the station. A few months ago a new guy rolled into town, looking for a fresh start away from a toxic family, and they've been having fun. Richie keeps asking when she'll introduce him to her sister, and she laughs him off, he's so not at that point.

She's a couple of blocks away from home - the boss let her go early and told Richie he'll be making up for his constant slacking by staying late to clean - when a piercing alarm sounds from her phone. It's her security system, alerting her the police have been called.

Sam sprints the rest of the way home.

#/mp #ask box #autism-swagger #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #AU: five years late #the idea of Sam being the sameish age as the 2011 kids tho is super interesting

[khaothanawat]

i know i’ve seen people say it’s weird that nueng doesn’t, as of episode 7, seem upset that his mother was shot, but i don’t think it’s that weird. or: i don’t think he’s not upset. he’s just either hiding it very well, or completely compartmentalising by giving himself over to the fantasy escape of the island. or both.

like. i feel like the show has, over and over again and since episode one, made it so clear that nueng is a master of hiding his own feelings (unless he’s drunk pleeeaaase kssjdjjd). we saw him do it with ben in the dance hall, right before he decided to poison himself (hhh). my man ate food that was way too spicy for him and kept a perfectly straight face the entire time 😭

equally, it does also seem like nueng’s also keeping his feelings completely bottled up and letting himself instead get lost in this escapist fantasy the island offers him. he said it all out loud in episode 7 - i’m a different person here, i’m free from the weight of the expectations that are placed on me back home, i haven’t been happy in a very long time but i can be happy here… his focus on what the island offers him in comparison to the life he had (and just casually disregarding that the life he had would probably look very different to the life he’d be going back to, without either of his parents.) he was upset the entire journey to the island - and then he locked it up completely.

i mean, he’s out there trying to earn money as a fisherman because he’s never earned his own money before! he’s trying to work out how to put sheets on a bed! it’s not reality and he knows it, but i think that makes compartmentalising his feelings about what happened to his mother so much easier. he can just enjoy his time with palm, enjoy pretending to be a normal teenager (bc omg he’s a teenager) who doesn’t have people trying to murder him and his entire family. how else would you even really cope with that?

i think dating palm is also clearly a part of that. i absolutely believe he has feelings for palm, but i also wonder if he’s operating with a little bit of a #yolo mindset and just trying to make the most of his time on the island and live while he can. he’s never dated anyone!! he was so so lonely before he had palm!!! he’s got so many things he’s trying to escape from!!!! but none of it is permanent in his mind. that’s what he says to palm: while we’re living on this island, can you be my boyfriend?

i wonder if the fact that he’s not sleeping is also a sign of where he’s at - the show has shown us this a few times in the past two episodes. ostensibly it’s because he needs his music; we’ve seen him a number of times listening to classical music, particularly at school which was rough for him, so i suppose that’s an escape too. it’s like the spicy food though - he could hide his reaction to the pain from his voice and his face, but his body still betrayed how well he was actually coping.

the thing is, though, is nueng even really being honest with palm? does he genuinely need to buy a phone just to listen to classical music? don’t be such a zoomer nueng - go find a radio or something omg.

i just think that if i was planning to hitch a ride off of an island, becoming a fisherman with access to a boat and/or getting myself a phone would be a pretty smart call.

or else, getting myself sent to a hospital miles away would probably also do the trick, i guess.

#never let me go #palm x nuengdiao #LISTEN I THINK MY THING IS i never trust nueng #i love him and he is my son but i trust nothing he does ever #anyway watch him accidentally enjoy dating palm WAY too much and have this all backfire on him spectacularly looool #me (32 years old): why can’t he just buy a walkman 🙄 #lmao lo where tf is he finding a walkman exactly dumbass #I’M RIGHT THO #show: never let me go #ship: nlmg: palm x nuengdiao #nlmg: meta

[poledancingdinos]

You've Got Me Hooked - Chapter 16

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Riley McKenzie)

Word count: 2.8K

Warnings: Sex work, Stripper, OnlyFans, Angst, Panic attack

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Riley

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

I’m just cleaning off my last table when Sy walks into the diner. A few heads turn to look at him as he walks by some people dipping their heads in greeting. That’s just what happens in small towns like this. Everyone knows everyone, especially a handsome guy like Sy.

“I thought I could buy ya lunch. You finish in five right?”

“I do.” I smile. I’m more than happy to spend a bit of extra time with him. I was so busy at the club all weekend that we haven’t really seen each other in the last few days.

He gets me a cheeseburger with a strawberry milkshake and for himself he orders damn near everything on the menu. He went to the gym before work this morning and his regular bear-like appetite seems to have grown even more ravenous.

Despite working here multiple days a week, I’ve never actually eaten a full meal. On occasion I’ve eaten soggy fries when the cooks change them out for fresh ones or some leftover milkshake if they made too much but that’s pretty much it. I swear something about the grease feels like a warm blanket for my soul.

The last few weeks with Sy have been really good. The date nights, the quiet evenings at home, the sex. Oh god, the sex. It’s almost confusing how he can be tender and sweet on some nights then switch to being a hot, rough dom on others. All I know is that no matter which mood he’s in, he makes me come hard.

We’re almost done with our meal, getting ready to leave, when I notice over Sy’s shoulder that one girl can’t keep her eyes off him. I don’t know why I say anything about it, I should just let it go but seeing this gorgeous woman staring at my boyfriend makes me really insecure and apparently that also causes me to lose common sense.

“You have an admirer,” I say, folding my straw wrapper into a little crawly worm. I just really need something to do with my hands all of the sudden.

“What?” Sy asks, stacking his dishes to make them easier for our waitress to pick up. I appreciate his effort since I already feel weird about having my coworker serving me.

“There’s a girl behind you that keeps staring.” I explain but he just shrugs, disregarding the attention. “You don’t want to see who it is?”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m here with you.”

God this man is a smooth talker. This is probably the least sexy restaurant for a date — unless maybe you have a waitress kink — but still, Sy makes me feel like it’s just the two of us here and that I am the center of his universe.

Even as we get up to walk out, he doesn’t turn to look but I spot the woman following us out. Sy’s truck is all the way at the back of the lot which is where we are headed when she calls out from behind us.

“You really had to scrape the bottom of the barrel for this one.” Sy bristles beside me. I thought I recognized Lisa inside but hearing her voice confirms it. She works at a nail salon I’ve used a few times. Most of the local girls get weekly manicures but since I work at the diner and that nails and nail polish are a health hazard if they fall in the food, I don’t get them done except for specific occasions.

Sy turns towards Lisa and puts an arm protectively around my shoulder. I thought she might have been talking to me but now that I’m looking at her, I realize she’s shooting daggers at Sy.

“I bet she’s the one you were sneaking around with, isn’t she? I know what she is.” 

Oh my god. Lisa is Sy’s ex-girlfriend, the one who thought he was cheating on her. Sy is the soldier who supposedly dumped her for another woman. Why did I never make the connection before now? She’ll tell any customer unfortunate enough to listen about the man who broke her heart.

“I don’t have anything to say to ya, Lisa. And I damn well don’t have anything to say to you concernin' Riley.”

Sy tries to turn away but Lisa runs after us.

“It’s not fair! I was the one waiting for you to come home for four years and you just leave me for your slut! It’s not fair! You finally come back and you just leave!”

“Don’t fuckin' call her that!” Sy snaps, spinning around to face Lisa. He keeps a hold of my hand but places himself between me and Lisa. “I gave ya everything I had, Lisa. I gave ya everything and you decided it wasn’t enough. None of this is her fault. What happened between us had nothing to do with Riley and the fact that ya can’t see that says a lot ‘bout what was actually goin’ on in our relationship. You were selfish, ya didn’t trust me, ya tried to manipulate me at every turn… I didn’t see it before but now that I do? There’s no way I’d take ya back. You’re a fool if ya think I’m gonna give Riley up for you.”

I have never seen Sy lose his temper. I thought he looked mad when he saw me at the club or that night with my car but that was nothing compared to this. His shoulders are heaving and his nape is getting flushed. Somehow, he’s still not really yelling. Not like Lisa is.

“She’s a fucking whore Sy!” She slams both her closed fists on his chest but Sy doesn’t move at all. “She’ll spread her legs for anyone who waves a few bills in her face!”

I let go of Sy’s hand, wrapping my arms around myself as I step back. I look around praying no one is witnessing this little altercation. I’ve tried so hard to keep both halves of my life separate and now I’m so afraid it’s all to come crashing down now. Lisa won’t be the only one calling me a whore if my online life gets outed.

I’ll never be able to work here again. One time, when one girl got pregnant out of wedlock and no one knew who the father was, the ladies from the book club refused to sit in her section out of fear that she might seduce their husbands.

Although, I guess she isn’t wrong. Isn’t that exactly what I do? I sell my body for money. I think by definition that makes me a whore.

“Riley?”

This is going to be my life isn’t it? I’m always going to run the risk of someone knowing who I am or what I do. I’m always going to be seen as the slut or the whore. Sy will always have people telling him that he’s too good for me and that he deserves better.

“Riley?”

And he does. Sy deserves so much more than I can give him. Oh my god. What if people start asking him for a live show? What if they ask to get me for a whole night?

“Riley!” Sy shakes my shoulders, pulling me from my thoughts.

“What?” I look around through tear filled eyes. Sy’s hands are still heavy on my shoulders and I shrug him off and walk away, suddenly in desperate need to be alone. I feel like I’m in a daze. Like I’m asleep and this is all a dream or something except I’m very, very aware that this is real.

“Riley, what’s wrong?” Sy calls after me, momentarily stunned. When I don’t answer, he chases after me and puts himself in my way, forcing me to stop dead in my tracks. I can’t bear to look at him right now.

“Where did Lisa go?”

“I told her off and sent her away.” Huh. How did I miss that? “Riley, talk to me, please. You’re worryin’ me, here.”

My chin quivers as I struggle to keep the dam from bursting but a few stray tears still run down my cheek — the fucking traitors.

“She —” I choke on my next words and I have to force down a lungful of air. Why is breathing always so hard when I’m upset? “She’s right.”

“What?” he whispers on an exhale.

“She’s right. She’s fucking right.”

Sy’s eyes go wide, his mouth dropping open. “No, Riley—”

I don’t listen to what Sy has to say. He’s holding on to my arms but I just shake my head and push against his chest.

“That’s all people are going to see. I’ll never be good enough. I’ll never…”

“No, sweetheart, stop,” he pleads, trying to stop my rambling.

“No!” Sy’s head jerks back, his hands dropping from my body. “Everything she said about me was right! How can you not see that?”

Sy’s jaw clenches, his face turning resolute. “Then what about everything she said ‘bout me? Does that make it true?”

I just keep shaking my head. “You’re too good. You’re too— you’re too good for me.”

Sy looks over his shoulder to his truck then back towards the front of the diner where a few regulars are just exiting to get back to work.

“Riley.” He waits for me to look at him but I don’t want to see the disappointment in his eyes. “Riley, I don’t want to do this here. Okay? This doesn’t need an audience. Let’s go sit in the truck.”

This is it. This is the part where Sy finally realizes that he wants to end things. I don’t give him an answer but when he puts an arm around my shoulders to guide me to the truck, I don’t put up a fight.

He opens the door for me and helps me in, then I get about ten seconds alone with my head as he walks around the back of the truck to the driver’s side. In that time I try really hard to get a handle on my breathing but I only end up twisting my hands around the strap of my bag that I’d forgotten was even with me.

The door creaks open and the cap shakes as Sy climbs in and shuts the door with a loud slam.

“Sweetheart, look at me.” It’s the unexpected softness of his voice that compels me to do as Sy says. His hand finds my cheek and brushes away my tears with his thumb. “Can I take ya somewhere?”

I’m too stunned to argue, simply giving him a small nod of acceptance.

“Okay.” Sy reaches around me to pull my seat belt on then fastens his own before expertly reversing out of his parking spot. I don’t keep track of where we are headed, mostly letting my eyes go out of focus as I stare out the window.

The greens of the passing trees blur together as we drive down the main road. I realize that we left my new — well, new to me — car at the diner. I guess I can always ask Sy to drive me back. We live together so that still won’t be the most awkward interaction we have to endure after he ends this.

“We’re here.”

I glance to the left to find Sy looking at me expectantly. That’s when I notice that Sy has taken me to Don’s. It’s actually called RD’s now. When we were talking about branding Don told me that the garage never really had a name. As time went on, people just started calling it Don’s garage because he was the face of the business.

That was the first thing I insisted on. The social media pages needed an official name to make them seem legit and I recommended that they set up a tall sign post on the property. When you drive by on the highway you can just barely see the building’s roof through the trees. I figured a tall sign would attract attention from passing cars and potentially bring in extra customers on top of the regular townspeople.

The lot has that glossiness that comes with a freshly paved surface and the massive hazardous potholes are now a thing of the past. The rusty metal panels on the visible sides of the building have been replaced. We’re going to wait a bit before doing the backside but we have an agreement with the company for a reduced rate if we schedule the second half within the next 12 months.

“Looks good, don’t it?” While I’m taking in the renovated garage for the first time, Sy is still only looking at me. He’s sitting with his back to the door and his forearm resting on the steering wheel.

“Yeah,” I mumble in agreement.

“RD’s. Rhett and Don.” It’s Sy’s turn to get misty eyed. “Don told ya ‘bout my dad.”

“I saw the picture in his office,” I quickly explain. “Please don’t be mad. He didn’t know you’d been so guarded about your parents.”

“No, it’s okay,” he reassures me. “It meant a lot to me that you’d help Don out. Means even more to me because my dad loved this place. No one really knew he was a co-owner and that’s how he liked it. Always said he understood cars better than people.”

I sniff as I wipe the tears from under my eyes, sighing when I realize my mascara has run and I just made a black streak down my cheek. Sy leans forward, opening the glove box and pulling out a packet of wet wipes. It’s not ideal but it’ll work.

I take a few seconds to clean my face as best I can with the mirror on the back of the sun visor. I regret my decision as soon as I see the redness of my eyes and the flush over my nose and cheeks.

“Hey…” Sy gently takes hold of my chin, turning my face back to his. "Ri, look around. This,” he gestures to the lot around us, “this is all you. You have every reason to be proud. You work hard at everything you do, you have the sharpest mind of anyone I’ve ever met, and you are tough as nails. What you choose to do with your body is your business. What Lisa or anyone else thinks don’t fuckin’ matter.”

I look down at my bag which I am still abusing as if it were a stress ball. Sy catches my hands, pulling them up to his lips and placing a gentle kiss to my knuckles as he messages the tension out of them.

“Listen to me good and hard, Riley. You have been the light in what I expected to be a really fuckin’ shitty time in my life. I know it may not have looked like it on the outside but all those sudden changes in my life, they were hard to swallow. I have no doubt that without ya, I wouldn’t have found peace so easily. Ya opened your home to me and made it ours. From the very beginnin’ ya showed a complete stranger a level of care I never expected.” Sy takes a deep breath, swallowing hard as he gathers his courage to speak his next thought. “I love you, Riley.”

My mouth drops open as the air is knocked out of my lungs. Sy just… Sy just said… He loves me?

“You…” Love me?

Sy’s head falls to the side, giving me the most bashful little side smile. I spend another minute with my mouth opening and closing repeatedly as I try to make my brain work again. You’re supposed to say it back, Riley. Of course I love him. I love him so much it scares me.

“Say it again.”

Sy straightens up, making his expression look all serious before cupping my face between his hands. “I love you, Riley,” he asserts solemnly.

Oh my god, he really said it. “I love you too,” I reply.

“And nothin’ Lisa said was true and none of it matters,” he prompts.

“Nothing she said matters,” I repeat dutifully. Okay, maybe it’ll take a few more times before I really believe it but Sy makes me want to believe it.

He pulls me over his lap, holding me flush against him. I bury my face in his neck, taking comfort in his embrace.

“You’re mine now, Riley. I ain’t lettin’ ya go. Think you can handle that?”

I pull back, finding his hypnotic cerulean gaze. His. I like how that sounds. I love him and he loves me back and he’s not letting me go. “Yeah, I think I can handle it.”

Epilogue

#captain syverson #captain syverson fanfic #captain syverson fic #captainsyverson #captain syverson fanfiction #captain syverson x ofc #cpt syverson fic #cpt syverson x ofc #cpt syverson fanfiction #cpt syverson #cpt syverson fanfic #henry cavill

[naminethewriter]

Reminiscence

Let's have a Blast from the Past for @loceitweek Day 6, both in the story and as a callback! Because this is set in my AU where Logan and Remus are Janus' fathers! The other stories related to this - but not necessary to have read to understand this - are Today's Topic: Snakes, The Third Snake Plan and As Long As You Try Your Best. (I would make them into a series, I just don't have a good name for it...)

Masterpost | Loceit Week 2023 Masterpost | Ao3

Summary: Janus is about to move to college. It's a big change for both him and his fathers.

Content Warnings: mentions of snakes

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Janus sighed as he looked around the room. It was so weird seeing so empty. This had been his room, his safe haven his entire life but now it was time to leave for college. It still felt unreal to him.

A knock on his open door pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked over to see his father leaning against the frame. He was smiling but it seemed not quite genuine.

“How is the packing coming along?”

“I’m mostly done,” Janus hummed, again surveying the room. “This feels really weird though.”

“It does, doesn’t it? I always thought that the tearful goodbyes as the child heads off to college in movies were very overexaggerated but now that I’m faced with the reality myself? I can see where they are coming from.”

“Well, I didn’t think you would be the emotional one about my move and not Dad.”

“Oh, believe me, he will be more emotional than me when you actually get in the car. These kinds of things hit him more in the moment than during the built-up.”

“Yeah, I know.” Janus smiled sadly. He was excited to go to college, to stand on his own two feet and meet new people while also having Virgil around still (he said that he agreed to go to the same college as his cousin because of his anxiety but secretly he’s very happy to have Virgil as a constant himself. Also removes the issue about having to get along with a stranger as his roommate,) but he would miss his dads.

“Repurposing this room will take some time to get used to as well,” his father added, finally walking inside and towards Janus’ desk on which some mementos were gathered.

“You didn’t need to do that right away, by the way. I will come to visit during breaks, you know,” Janus snorted, joining his father as he leafed through a photo album.

“It wasn’t needed in the sense that we needed the space, but I think it is better for both your Dad’s and my headspace to do so. Maintaining this room just for you to eventually visit us is not the kind of parent I want to be. There will be a place to sleep for you here, always, of course but it won’t just be yours anymore unless you move back in at some point. Which you are free to do for any reason, of course.”

“Thanks, Papa,” Janus laughed, leaning against his father’s side as they looked at the pictures together. “Oh, look, it’s Jake, John and Joey!” He pointed to a picture of himself around seven years old with three snakes wrapped around his arms and neck. “I miss those three.”

“I imagine you would. You were devastated when they passed.” Logan laid a hand on his son’s shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly.

“Yeah, they were my best friends for so long,” Janus whispered, thumbing over the photo once. “Did Dad ever tell you I took Jake to great-aunt Cathy’s funeral?” Logan let go of his shoulder and faced him with a raised brow.

“He did not. Why would he allow you to do that?”

“Oh, he didn’t,” Janus laughed. “I just told him about it when I convinced him to buy me John.”

“I see. You have always been very good at wrapping Remus around your finger. He just never learned how to say no to you.”

“Oh, please, I could wrap you around my finger just as well.”

“I can’t truly deny that,” Logan laughed.

“What are you two talking about without me?” Janus’ other father suddenly called from the door, making the other two turn around to face him.

“Just reminiscing a bit, dear,” Logan explained and held out a hand to Remus as an invitation to join them. “Want to take some time to just look at some pictures together?”

“Hell yeah! Anything that gets me out of carrying me stuff to the garage!”

Janus chuckled as he watched his Dad’s antics. He was going to miss both of his fathers so much but as strange as that may sound, he kinda looked forward to it.

#namiswriting #loceit week 2023 #day 6: blast from the past #familial loceit #parental loceit #background intrulogical #logan and remus are janus' fathers #ts janus #janus sanders #ts logan #logan sanders #ts remus #remus sanders #fluff #it's just them looking back at the past #and being cute about it #mentions of snakes #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

[sweet-sage-tea]

[a collection of thoughts from a frequent visitor of Aziraphale's bookshop]

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I found a bookstore recently. it's funny that i didn't see it before, but also my eyes tend to gloss over buildings that look particularly old because most of the time I'm not going to be able to enter them. (i.e. most abandoned shops I come across)

but I found this bookstore, and I assumed it was also abandoned the first few times I took notice of it. but one day I stopped to read the notes on the door because I had the time. and there was this particular note:

"I open the shop on most weekdays aout 9:30 or perhaps 1Oam. While occasionally I open the shop as early as 8, I have been known not to open until 1 except on Tuesday. I tend to close about 3:30pm, or earlier if something needs tending to. However, I might occasionally keep the shop open until 8 or 9 at night, you never know when you might need some light reading. On days that I am not in, the shop will remain closed. On weekends, I will open the shop during normal hours unless I am elsewhere. Bank holidays will be treated in the usual fashion, with early closing on Wednesdays, or sometimes Fridays. (For Sundays see Tuesdays).

A.Z Fell, Bookseller"

i- I mean, what? what the hell kind of opening hours are these?

so naturally, I made a graph.

the green encompasses the times that the bookshop is most likely to be open

(I would say guaranteed, but re-reading the note, I don't think this shop is EVER 100% guaranteed to be open at any specific time)

the yellow encompasses the possible hours that the shop could be open, based entirely on the whims of the owner.

and the blue is the "usual open hours". they're not, of course, but they're referred to as such by the owner in the note, so who am I to judge them?

keep in mind, this is for weekdays and weekends. and also, the shop could just...be closed because the owner could be out. so yeah. fun.

anyways, that green bit falls perfectly into my schedule and still it's about a 60% chance that the shop is open. but when it is, I make a point to go in and look around. I've yet to actually buy a book, however. the two or three times I've tried, something had always gone wrong, and I'm too embarrassed to try again.

(the first time I ended up losing the money I brought to get a book, the second time the book I wanted was genuinely stuck in the bookshelf, [who stuffs a bookshelf so much that you can't even pull a book down from it?] and the third time was the time that I just gave up on buying books there.)

the owner seems nice, though. he's the kind of guy that you can just tell is passionate about his work. sometimes I'll see him in a corner flipping through one of his books, and other times I'll hear him giving some of the other customers book recommendations and good places to find them. (he only seems to recommend books that aren't in his shop though, which is a bit weird to be honest.)

there's a lot weird about that bookstore, actually. if I come across anything that sticks out I'll be sure to mention it.

#adventures of a book lover #i think i might continue this #its really fun tbh #good omens #aziraphale's bookshop

[rewrittenwrongs]

Title: “I’m fine” said the idiot

Rating: teen and up

Warnings: major character injury, lottsa blood, implied major character death

Prompt: sickfic / whump

Word count: 939

Characters: Purpled, mentioned Punz

Summary: Purpled admits that he does make mistakes. Occasionally. Usually though, it’s not quite as annoying.

The stab wound in his abdomen is being particularly annoying.

Ao3 link (registered users only): https://archiveofourown.org/works/52711873

Purpled admits that he does make mistakes. Occasionally. Usually though, it’s not quite as annoying.

The stab wound in his abdomen is being particularly annoying.

It aches and stings and throbs with every inhalation, every step he takes twisting the raw muscles in a way that feels like a fresh knife being stabbed into his side. The viscus blood poured from it with no regard for his Hero (in-training) attire, dripping between his fingers - his pathetic attempt to apply pressure without blacking out.

He’s fine though.

Really, he’s fine.

He’s doesn’t need to go to the hospital or anything: he has plenty of medical equipment at home. He just has to get back to his apartment, grab the med kit, do some cleaning and maybe some sewing and go to bed!

He’ll be fine. Even if climbing up the fire escape to his home is twisting and stretching the fragile muscles in his side, he’ll be fine.

Honestly, it’s a bit ridiculous he lives in an apartment in the first place. You’d think Heroes - even just low-levels like him - would be payed a ridiculous amount, but noooo. Purpled only earns about average pay, which admittedly is still quite a lot, but he hasn’t yet saved up enough to buy a house while also being able to eat.

There’s probably a reason for that, if he thinks about it. Maybe it’s some weird attempt at making sure Heroes actually want to help people, rather than just earn cash. Bit shit if you asked him.

But no one is asking Purpled anything right now. He’s too busy leaning on a window to his apartment, panting and furiously ignoring the spots dancing in his vision. He waits for the screaming in his muscles to die down a bit before slowly forcing open the window, groaning quietly as the movement tugs on various other small wounds and bruises he acquired during patrol.

He’s fine though.

He’s fine as he hauls himself through the small window.

He’s fine as he almost collapses back into the fire escape.

He’s fine as his vision blurs and the world spins.

He’s fine as blood drips steadily onto the windowsill.

He’s fine, even if everything in his body is screaming that he is very much not.

What does his body know, anyway?

Oh, never mind, it might be on to something. Purpled flopped off the windowsill with a groan and landed heavily on his back. The air was punched out of his lungs, which was a good thing, otherwise he might’ve woken up the rest of the apartment complex with his scream. Very painful. 0/10, would not recommend. Unless to his worst enemies or something. He’d recommend it to them.

Was Purpled delusional right now? He didn’t have any mortal enemies. It was starting to feel like he was hallucinating or something. He was very lightheaded, probably because of the blood loss, and the ground swayed and tilted beneath him as he began standing up.

Standing up was very painful. Every breath heightened the sharp pain in his side. His feet and hands kept slipping in the blood. His mouth tasted coppery and his vision was filled with colourful blobs. He had to put his entire body weight on the windowsill once he was on his knees, feebly trying to pull himself up, even though it felt like a chainsaw cutting his rib cage in half.

Finally, he was standing. He took a long moment to focus on breathing and ignoring the horrendous amount of pain he was in. He wasn’t very successful, unfortunately. Pain was just about the only thing he was feeling and his breath was shallow and fast no matter how hard he tried to slow it down.

Blood dripped from Purpled’s costume, and he remembered dazedly that he really should be getting out the medkit by now. It was under the kitchen sink, so he just had to turn around and walk ten or so paces.

Purpled turned around, began to step forward, and immediately slipped in his own blood.

Thankfully, he managed to scramble enough to land more or less on his couch. Unfortunately, this unleashed a tidal wave of some of the worst pain he’s ever experienced in his entire life, and he’s been through plenty of pain. This beat most, if not all of it. It felt like his rib cage had been ripped out of his chest, or a crocodile took a bit out of his side, or someone was firing a flamethrower directly into his gut. The world was spinning worse than the time he went on that roller coaster last month. His vision was a blurry mess of psychedelic colours. He could barely feel his arms or legs, just the horrendous amount of pain he was in.

He didn’t even know how much time passed before he could see again; focus on anything other than not screaming. His vision was still blurry and spotty, but he managed to spy his phone on the coffee table just a foot or two to his right. Good idea, he could call someone and have them bring the medkit. He definitely wouldn’t be able to get up any time soon.

I’m fine, Purpled reminded himself, even as he stretched an arm out an a wave of invisible needles stabbed into his side.

He’s fine even as his blood covered fingers fumbled with his phone.

Even as he awkwardly imputes his password, getting it wrong twice.

Even as his eyelids slip shut just as presses Punz’s contact.

He fine, even if he’s unconscious by the time his brother picks up.

He’s fine.

#rewrittenwrongs fic #my writing #fan fiction #purpled fanfic #mcyt fanfic #mcyt fanfiction #oneshot #dual post #no romance #no art

[i-left-my-room-tidy]

favorite thing to do in each of your drs?

[thanks for this ask!]

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HP DR

splurging 😭😭😭 I've always had a bad habit of hoarding things in my CR, and the fact that i scripted (technically) unlimited money for myself doesn't help that. i have the backing of two great families (grindelwald and martell; black, crouch, and malfoy don't count; the gaunt vaults have nothing to add, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯), and while those major houses took hits during the two blood wars, ultimately, it didn't detract from their wealth.

so, yes, I'm just grabbing as much as i need. as someone who's financially struggling in my CR, it's so fucking cathartic to not worry about a serious restriction in money. i do have a limit set for each shopping session, though—my uncle became stricter with my spending when i came back from leeds with several bags of clothes (rich or not, he said, i can't be careless with how i spend—which, alright, point).

i usually just buy clothes and trinkets—i rarely buy books unless i feel i can actually finish them. I'm still unused to not using a phone to search for articles or stories online. some of the things I'm ecstatic at having spent money on include: an original 59 gibson standard (y'all i actually cried over this), several issues of the antique doll collector magazine, and an honest-to-god ballgown (i can try drawing a replica of it when i have the time). if I'm lucky, i can also find some good vintage thingamajigs at garage sales [i once bought a pair of wooden hairsticks with dangling pearls, which actually resemble the ones i wear in my naruto DR—lmao it made me kinda freak out when i saw them].

- - -

Naruto DR

experimenting with my sharingan, or elemental bending in general. i don't think i can ever get bored with doing either of those things. they're frustrating, sometimes, when i feel as if I'm not making progress with a certain aspect or process (like controlling multiple elements at once, or working on my stamina)—but overall, they're activities i could never stay idle with, and i enjoy that.

I've only recently started practicing with my mangekyō abilities (I'll make a post about the eyes themselves in the future). it's fun, and just the slightest bit morbid, but genuinely exciting. I've used my mangekyō on rats (and afterwards, feeding their remains to my snake), and smaller variants of its power on shady individuals. the actual abilities of my mangekyō sharingan are a bit, erm, psychologically violent, so take it with a small grain of salt when i do talk about it.

elemental bending, on another note, is so fucking convenient. i keep telling my clanmates to be more creative with their jutsu (looking at you, you fucking elders), because any job's easier when you approach situations from a different angle—but everyone mostly leaves me alone to my, and i quote, "freak of nature shenanigans". i actually laughed when madara told me that—shifting really makes you OP, huh. anyways, i use elemental bending not just for combat-related activities, but also mundane ones. even just a gradeschool level of understanding on how science works might suffice. basic house skills: cooking, washing clothes, ironing, scrubbing floors; alright, chores, but they're actually fun when i apply elemental bending on them.

although, the radicality of some ideas i borrowed from history are really seen as strange. and no, nobody's accusing me of witchcraft or foul play, it's honestly just weird to them to see me use the science we're familiar with.

#also. no. me using elemental bending isn't to encourage fast industrial uplifts #a friend just told me about that #like bestie—what?? where are we finding the resources for that- #not to mention the pollution it entails omf #shifting #shifting realities #reality shifting #desired reality #shift #shifting shenanigans #shifting to hogwarts #hogwarts #shifting to harry potter #harry potter #shifting to naruto #naruto #naruto shippuden

[bayonettaboy111]

Stuff I've ordered from Victoria's Secret/PINK !

Okayy so basically, for whatever reason, I ended up getting a $100 PINK gift card from my mama cause I guess she didn't want it. Now obviously I'm not going to buy lingeries, since I'd really have no use for them, so I decided to look at the cosmetic stuff! So heres what I bought :3 I would add photos but its an odd number of them so it would look weird🙁

・┆✦Bond Repair Treatment Mask✦ ┆・ This was kind of a compulsive buy since it was on clearance but you know, nothing wrong with treating myself 🤷‍♂️ people were saying it made their hair shiny so I added it to my cart. Though I'm not sure if it'll work all that well for me since I was curly hair - like 2c - so we'll just have to see.

Okay so I had doubts about it when I first got it but it actually works really well!! The ends of my hair aren't as split looking and my natural curls have been holding a tad bit longer. My only warning would be that it's very liquid-y so you need to be really careful not for spill it if your in the shower. 9/10

・┆✦VS HIM Platinum Body Lotion✦ ┆・ I'm gonna be honest, I've never really used cologne before 🧚‍♂️...I've mostly ever used unisex stuff. But I've been wanting to try a cologne and this VS ones had good reviews on other websites. I was going to buy the duo set but it made me go over my giftcard limit so I just settled for the body lotion. Good enough

I haven't exactly been able to wear this as much yet, as I don't really have a perfume/spray that would fit with it, but I can say it smells really good! I'm sorry I can't give a full opinion on it ahhh... 8/10

・┆✦Natural Beauty Exfoliating Body Scrub (coco milk+rose)✦ ┆・

Don't really have much more context for this other than I've been needing a exfoliater since my skin has been so dry.

Tbh it good just be the way I'm using it, as I don't have a loofah or anything like that yet, I only used a wash cloth. But anyway what I mean is that I didn't really notice much exfoliation?? I don't know it could be because I've only used it a few time or because of the fact I haven't exactly shaved my legs but yeah 😭 I need to use it more though!! And the good thing is it's very think and smells + feels good. If I get better results later I'll update. 6/10

・┆✦Conditioning Coconut Body Serum✦ ┆・

This was from a newer line of the body products so I thought I'd try it out. It's vegan too, which I think is good.

I really like it! It's made my skin really soft, esp my hands which looked like they were through hell..so very good results! 10/10

・┆✦Love Spell Duo✦ ┆・

I'll have you know that I'm an absolutely D RIDER for Japanese cherry blossom sets. I have both the body sprays from Bath and Body Works and I reallyyy wish I could find a good cologne/perfume like it. I decided to get the duo cause if I don't really like VS's spray then I'll probably still use the lotion.

It does smell really nice, it smells like Japanese cherry blossom but a bit more peachy. I will say though that it hardly lasts at all..it fades after less than an hour unless you do the vaseline trick. I usually only wear it after showers or before bed because of that. As for the body lotion, it really just smells like peaches. Overall the smell is nice but the longevity is bad. (I probably will still be trying the others though) 5/10

The package comes in a few days so I'll make sure to review in about a week either by editing this post or making a new post!! See y'all later on that.

P.S, this post literally took so long to make for what omggg

Reviews made on 4/4/2024 <3

#victoria secret #vs angel #pink #haul #to be continued #beauty products #princesscore #boyblogging #love yourself

[ermespop]

Ginjima Headcanons

character(s): Ginjima Hitoshi, mention of the miyas, suna n akagi

warning(s): mentions of dark humor (do ya,ll need a warning for that? honest question 🤔), sudden use of caps, no reader, these are so shoooort

author's note: haaaaah i just got hit with sudden ginjima thoughts and theres not enough of him in ✨ d a in e r nat ✨

oh my oh my thisssss duuude

he's a menace

but i'll elaborate on that l8er

ok so y'know how the 2nd years have their lil group

like the miyas are always with suna n stuff

ginjima says: yeeeeah no.

i think he's one of the few that actually has friends outside the team

all the others get along so well they just hangout all the time without noticing

meanwhile ginjima

ginjima: im seating with ma friends for lunch guys atsumu: i thought we were yer friends ginjima: *snorts*

yeh he don't like atsumu

uuhhhh he's weird, not a normal amount

so ya'll know when a said he was a menace it starts here

he has really dark humor, i think it barely stays before the line of becoming offensive

but he never aims to be offensive he's just stupid n doesn't think b4 he talks

he's pretty reserved tho so it's not an ocurrence for him to say stuff like that

if he was more open people would probably argue about who's the biggest a*shole: ginjima or atsumu?🤔 /hj

he actually knows when not to talk tho

he's pretty awkward

confiscate his phone n delete his twitter acc dude abouta get doxxed for saying... stuff

he's chaotic

resting face looks like this >:|

pls do not bother him on a bad day he will not hesitate to bite you

again He Will Not Hesitate To Bite You

OH OH OH

he loves pulling pranks on the team

NEVER gets in trouble

somehow always makes it look like t'was one of the other 2nd years or akagi 😭😭

N the others Buy it 😭😭😭

i swear i can't with this man💀

he has beef with akagi they're always betting on stuff

ginjima has a 100% winning rate

if the whole team got in a figth he'd be 6th or 7th from least scraped to most injured

atsumu would be last💀

he'd totally go to the skatepark to make fun of others tripping

don't judge him! he's got issues >:(

when he's not plotting world domination he's pretty chill

likes team bonding time, he thinks is very nice if you ignore atsumu

very cooperative during practice almost never gets scolded

he is on a higher class than the other 2nd years, he actually puts some effort in school 😌

the other 2nd years sans atsumu, he still can't believe atsumu can actually pull his own weight in class 😨

hmmmmmmmm

overall

don't mess with ginjima (,atsumu)

unless you want your toes eaten (,atsumu)

author's note(2) : uuhh there were bits of atsumu slander buuuutttt is cause i think ginjima doesn't like him n this post is 'bout ginjima sooo yeah (besides if ya follow me y'know i love tsumu don't come at me), this was so fun to write🤩 ahfkahflshda

authors note(3) : first time making a 3rd note got a lot to say lol,, this was all over the place dang ahdgahdga jumping from one topic to the other.. i like it, feels like we're having a convo lol

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