#at least the back of my hair looks cute af

[satoruxx]

SWEET SNACKS.

✧ PAIRING: gojo satoru x reader | 2.3k words

✧ SUMMARY: tooth rotting fluff, meet cute, battles with inanimate objects, reader's got exams bc i have exams, satoru's whipped af (as usual), sorry i love writing him as a simp, reader is also whipped bc this is gojo satoru, bonding over snacks !!

✧ RHEYA'S NOTE: if you saw me tryna post this yesterday no you didn’t. this was supposed to be a quick drabble oops. but it's finals week so i'm offering this piece of fluff to maintain sanity and gush over the meet cute i will never have. if y’all are also dealing with finals, i'm wishing you the best !!

satoru strolls down the bustling streets with a quiet hum, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets to keep them away from the bite of the cold breeze. his boots crunch against the thin layer of melting ice that has formed overnight, now warming under the cold afternoon sun that coyly hides behind gray clouds.

honestly, he wasn't the biggest fan of weather like this, and he wouldn't have stepped out on any other day. but one meeting with the higher ups had his mood souring, and shoko had suggested he take a walk, maybe grab something to eat.

he knew better than to argue with her, especially since she could somehow read him better than most people could—scary.

so here he was, trudging down the streets of tokyo with his hat pulled over his ears, cheeks pink from the frosty air as it dances across his skin. despite the weather, satoru thinks there's something oddly peaceful about the city, the quiet chatter and sounds of boots scuffing against pavement as he turns a corner to head to the nearby vending machines he's frequented so many times.

the peace is broken by an annoyed grunt, and satoru looks up.

"are you serious?" another irritated groan. "of all the days…"

he takes in the scene with interest.

even with all the anger that he's not quite understanding, he thinks you're so undeniably pretty—puffy jacket hugging your body and the warm scarf resting around your neck. your brows are furrowed, exasperation tugging your features into expressions that shouldn't look so endearing.

you groan again, slamming your curled fist against the glass of the vending machine—frustration ticks at your brow.

and why wouldn't it?

nothing was going your way today. it had already started off badly, the atmosphere filled with gloom that made it impossible to want to leave bed. but you had to force yourself to miserably extract your body from the warm cocoon of blankets and pillows that urged you back with a siren's call—a promise of comfort that looked all too enticing.

and then, when you finally did manage to drag yourself to the library to sit down and study, nothing was sticking. you read through paragraphs over and over until your head was spinning, dizzy with information that wouldn't absorb, and that fact is nothing if not disheartening. the impending quickness with which your final exams were approaching made you feel even sicker, so you decided to take a twenty minute break to grab a drink from the nearby vending machines.

but of course, even that couldn't just work out.

satoru watches you stand in front of the machine with a glare, before you're shoving your weight against it, huffing as it remains in place and hoping that at least one of your efforts will prove to be fruitful. he's talking before he can help himself.

"hey, you need some help?"

you turn to face the owner of the voice, finding cerulean eyes behind black shades that so directly contrast the white of his snowy hair. he's tall—abnormally so as he peers down at you with curiosity and a bit of mirth.

you think you've never seen a man so handsome in your life.

then you remember he's asked you a question, and you attempt to swallow down the unnecessary nerves that have taken root in the pit of your stomach. "oh, my uh…my drink got stuck," you reply somewhat lamely, cheeks heating up under his gaze as you think about how utterly ridiculous you must've looked to passersby.

satoru's eyes travel from your face to the machine, noticing the way your drink of choice is stuck in a frozen free fall against the glass and the rack. he sighs in exasperation. "tried hitting it?" he asks, walking closer to stand next to you and take a closer look, even though he knows the answer already.

you're not sure what it is, but this man exudes a certain energy—confidence that leaks through his very skin. it makes you feel like you have no right to be standing this close to him, but all he does is smile at you patiently, waiting for an answer.

so you nod, brows ticking again as the dull throbbing in your fist reminds you of how you had lost the battle with the greedy machine. "yeah, i've been hitting it for the last ten minutes. didn't budge," you sigh, checking your phone to see that there are only a little over five minutes remaining for your quick break. "what a waste of time and money."

satoru watches you shrug helplessly, smiling up at him. "oh well—"

he takes two long strides until he stands right in front of the machine, grips the edges, and shakes it hard.

satoru can feel you gape at him, at the unfiltered display of strength, and the unbothered expression on his face that tells you it didn't faze him. you hadn't been able to move the machine even an inch.

his powerful movements earn you a tell tale thunk, and your heart leaps in excitement as he bends down to push his hand through the slot and pull out your drink. he returns to his full height, an easy smile on his face as he turns around and hands it to you.

"thank you." your voice comes out breathless, a weird kind of excitement thrumming through your veins because it feels like you aren't supposed to know this man.

satoru's smile stretches further when your fingers graze his, taking the drink and popping it open eagerly. he watches you take a sip, oddly pleased with himself at the sheer joy on your face. he doesn't quite understand why this drink looks like it's made your day, but he doesn't ask because you look so sweet drinking it.

"how did you do that anyway?" you ask after you drink a little, curiosity so obvious in your tone. "i tried so hard to move it and it didn't budge at all."

satoru smothers a smile, fighting back the urge to say something stupid. instead he grins, cheeks warming a little under your eager stare. "guess i'm just strong."

you make a face, raising a brow with a playfully disbelieving expression as you cross your arms—to which satoru just laughs. "what's your name?" he asks.

you purse your lips, hiding a smile as you tuck your nose behind your scarf. you give him your name, almost shyly, and satoru tests it on his tongue. he decides he likes the flow, cocking his head as he replies with his own.

"satoru."

for once, the pressure of his last name doesn't permeate the air, and he's all too grateful for it. he turns around to approach the machine again, and he can feel your somewhat confused gaze on his back.

you watch as he stands there for a good minute, his back to you as he ponders the choices in the vending machine like they'll lead to life or death. then he shoves in a bill and clicks a few buttons, and within a couple of seconds, you hear the thud of two things falling.

he remains facing away from you for a few more seconds and then turns around, and you see that he's bought a chocolate bar and the same drink that you have in your hands. you raise a brow.

"well you did almost just lose your life trying to fight a vending machine for it," he says, shrugging his shoulder nonchalantly. "figured it'd be good to try."

you sputter over your words, embarrassment crawling up your neck, but satoru laughs good-naturedly. his eyes shine with mirth as his shoulders relax. "i'm kidding." he stresses, smiling into the collar of his jacket. "but it does look good so…"

he opens the drink and takes a sip, eyes squeezing shut dramatically as he hums at the sweet flavors washing over his tongue. you suddenly feel like getting revenge for his unfiltered teasing.

"well?" you hum cheekily, taking a sip of your own and raising a playful brow. "taste good?"

satoru laughs—a full, pristine sound that makes him throw his head back. "yeah," he agrees easily, feeling oddly fond of the way your voice curls around your words. "it's sweet, i like it. you've got great taste."

somehow the words of this man you've met not five minutes ago cause the muscles of your heart to trip over themselves. you watch him peel open the candy bar, a brand that's unfamiliar to you.

"what'd you get?" you ask, unsure of where the confidence to speak up is coming from. a man like satoru—so unflinchingly ethereal—would normally have your lips zipping and throat muted.

he holds up the bar with a grin. "my favorite."

there's a pause, followed by your sheepish smile, and satoru gapes at you, cerulean widening so clearly behind a backdrop of white. he takes in your innocently confused expression and his ribcage shakes with thuds. "what, you've never tried it?!"

before you can even shake your head no, he's breaking off a piece and handing it to you.

"no, oh my goodness, it's yours—"

"take it." he pushes his hand closer to you, eyes staring imploringly, and you sigh, reaching up to take the piece from between his fingers. a graze of skin—he's warm.

"thank you." you slip the piece past your lips, not at all surprised by its sweetness and yet a little taken aback by its underlying comfort—a rush of warmth.

"good." you're nodding, smiling between chews as satoru's stomach flips. "really good."

he chuckles, all too triumphant for something so menial. "told ya."

you laugh, a quiet subdued sound that satoru wishes he could hear more of. "thanks for getting my drink out," you say. "i really needed it today."

"oh yeah?" he finds himself asking. "how come?"

you sigh, smile dropping as a bit of fatigue makes itself comfortable on your face. "ah well, i've got final exams this week. i've been studying like crazy. nothing's really sticking, and the closer i get to the exams, the more annoyed and stressed i get."

satoru hums, not envying you for a minute.

"so it kinda felt like a kick in the butt from the universe when the drink decided to not just…"

he laughs again, taking another piece of chocolate and chewing on it soundlessly. "i gotcha."

you grin, curling your fingers around each other to diffuse some warmth back into them. "yeah."

there's a silence that follows—not uncomfortable, not unwelcome. you take quiet sips of your drink, and satoru breaks off little pieces of the chocolate bar to chew on. his eyes linger on you, watching the way your lips curl around the bottle, the way your fingers rub against each other, the way the cold has settled into your nose and cheeks and made a home amongst your skin.

when you look up at him, he looks away, throat oddly parched. his fingers flex.

"here, the rest is for you," he says, pushing the half finished candy bar into your hands.

you shake your head immediately. "no way! you paid for it! besides isn't this your favorite snack?"

satoru shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets with a grin that looks too happy. "you liked it, didn't you?"

you nod, slowly, like you're confused at what he's getting at. "well then, enjoy the rest of it. i buy them all the time—i don't mind sharing this one."

you can't help the soft smile that graces your lips, looking up at him with an odd sense of gratitude and surprise—touched that someone could be so casually kind.

"then thank you," you laugh quietly, eyes fluttering against the gust of cool wind that tickles your skin. "i'll enjoy it."

satoru grins, uncharacteristically pleased—he won't ever admit it, but he's glad shoko told him to take a walk. he'll have to thank her when he gets back.

he clears his throat, offering you a small wave as he turns on his heel to head back to the school. "well then, see you around. good luck with your studies, yeah?"

you smile with a gentle nod, oddly rejuvenated after seeing bright blue eyes and snowy hair. "thank you."

and then he's disappeared into the crowds. you laugh to yourself quietly, looking down at your drink and the half-eaten candy bar nestled between your fingers. a part of you feels strangely forlorn, wishing that you had the guts or confidence to talk to him a little longer—ask a little more.

but you've never been good at that, so even just this small happiness you'll take in stride. you grin to yourself, shoving the drink into your bag and slinging it over your shoulders.

you begin walking back to the library, fingers breaking off pieces of the chocolate and savoring the sweetness on your tongue. somehow you didn't expect a man with such an imposing presence to enjoy simple sweet things like this, but that just makes you all the more fond of him.

by the time you've reached the entrance of the library, you're shoving the last piece of chocolate into your mouth, sighing as the doors of reality swing open once more. the meager slice of giddiness that enveloped your very being dissolves, and all the reminders of what's left to do come back to suffocate you.

you bite back a groan, about to throw the empty wrapper in the trash when something catches your eye. you double-take, peering down at it with wide eyes and rapidly heating skin. there are a set of numbers scrawled there, along with a haphazardly written message:

in case you need someone to fight another vending machine for you -satoru <3

#jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fluff #jjk drabbles #gojo satoru headcanons #gojou satoru x reader #gojo fluff #satoru gojo x you #gojo satoru x y/n #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo x you

[amsznn]

CHRIS STURNIOLO BF HEADCANONS ⋆˙⟡♡

warnings: none, just fluff!

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⭑ you better have tylenol, and a whole bunch of patience if you’re with this boy.

⭑ so much energy and expects you to be on the same level as him.

⭑ sometimes he’ll tone it down if you’re having a bad day or if you just need some quiet time.

⭑ at the end of the day, he’s so exhausted that he doesn’t even say goodnight, just knocks out.

⭑ you and chris are cuddled up on his bed, enjoying each other’s presence when you decide to ask his opinion on something.

“chris what do you think about this hoodie?”

chris: 💀😴

you: 😐

⭑ BLANKET HOGGER. doesn’t matter how big or how small the blanket is, you’ll be left shivering while chris is bundled up with 50% of the sheets dragging on the floor.

⭑ on nights where he doesn’t immediately tap out, he’s resting his chin on your head while one hand is playing with your hair and the other caressing your arm while yapping your ear off.

“if you were a chicken, what kinda chicken would you be?”

“chris i swear to god.”

⭑ needs to be touching you in some way. And it’s not always sexually. small touches like, playing with your ears, hand on your thigh, or just playing footsies under the table, contact is his fav.

⭑ whenever he’s in disagreement with his brothers about something he makes sure to throw you into the mix and ask your opinion cus lets be real, you almost always agree with him.

⭑ randomly jabs your side to tickle you whenever there’s a moment of silence between you two.

⭑ asks your opinion on designs for his brand before launching anything. also makes sure you get at least one of every item he’s designed.

⭑ don’t think he’s the jealous or protective type. but if someone is making you uncomfortable he’ll definitely tell them to back off.

⭑ the media found out about you two on accident 💀.

⭑ chris was streaming one day and forgot to tell you but it was too late when you walked into his room unannounced in your grammy pj’s ready to knock tf out when chris let out a loud “ohhhhh shitttt..” when you realized that you were fucked.

⭑ you looked at chris and chris looked at you before you both shrugged your shoulders and went on with what you were doing, honestly not giving af atp.

⭑ comments flooding about who you were, tiktoks posted about you two with dating rumors, had to wait until the next day when chris posted on his story the both of you in skin care hello kitty masks facing the mirror with his arm around your shoulder and you leaning up to give him a peck on the face.

⭑ yeah, yall broke the internet.

⭑ you were featured in the next podcast with you and chris properly talking about your relationship.

⭑ after that chris would post you any chance he got. from cute insta stories, to goofy tiktok trends, he just wanted the world to know about his amazing gf.

⭑ PDA PDA PDA PDA. in the back of the triplets vlogs that you sometimes feature in, fans can spot you and chris in the background hugging with chris sometimes attacking you with kisses.

⭑ just a clingy guy tbh.

⭑ whenever you wake up from one you and chris’ shared afternoon naps to go find something to eat in the kitchen, chris makes his way to you like 2 minutes later and wraps his arms around your waste peeking over your shoulder so he can also have some of what you’re making.

⭑ loves going out and seeing things that remind him of you, but when he’s about to buy it and the store says “we don’t take apple pay” he’s upset for the rest of the day talking about “what fucking store doesn’t take apple pay”

“what kinda guy forgets his wallet…”

⭑ he ends up ordering it for you online 💀

⭑ overall a cute silly guy who just loves to love on you.

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A/N: i want him. im posting sm cus theres soo many things in my drafts guys, imma try to even my posting days out though, bare with me <3.

#chris sturniolo #chris #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #sturniolo fluff #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo headcanon #fluff #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo

[the-fiction-witch]

Favourite Nurse

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sweet AF

I stood in the surgical theatre sweeping, scrubbing and cleaning the place down in the early morning light, my cheap scratchy nurse dress around me as I tried to remove blood stains from the table. I heard the door creak open and a voice spoke up.

"Humm... There's my favourite nurse." He slyly smiled,

I looked up seeing Doctor Jack Dawkins leant on the wooden door frame that led into the prep room, in his usual brown trousers, white faded shirt with blood-stained sleeves, blue waistcoat and tattered green tie, his blonde hair dusty and dirty as usual. His arms crossed smugly over his chest and that stupid sly smile on his lips. 

I turned on my heels to face him moving a strand of hair out my eyes and setting both hands on my hips, "Ah Doctor Dawkins,"

"The Very same my darling," 

"Just the man I've been looking for, I have a bone to pick with you,"

"ohh really?" he smirked as he moved his hands behind him and swaggered over with an air of teasing playfulness, "Umm... Go on then my darling, But I think we both know what bone I want you to be picking at," 

"You left the surgical theatre in an utter abhorrence!" I complain, "Tools used and all over the place, floor blanketed in blood, if you are going to do surgery in the middle of the night you could at least tidy up after yourself!" 

His tone soured, "I don't have time my darling," He rolled his eyes, "If I hadn't acted quickly the man would be dead by now. So I had to perform an emergency operation late last night or early this morning... not confident which it was."

"That's not an excuse not to clean up after yourself."

"But I was tired," he pouted, 

"I am not your maid Jack, as much as you like to think I am," I told him as I took my bucket out with me to the courtyard, but he followed me. 

"I know you're not. I just needed your help. We are the only ones working round the clock here. It's not my fault my body won't let me stay up past 10 anymore."

"That doesn't mean I'm your maid," I told him as I tipped my bucket over the stairwell and set it down with the others, but before I could scamper back inside he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"But you're a brilliant cleaner you get all the spots I'm too blind for."

"Or too ignorant for." 

"Both," he chuckled, "I like you being my cute little maid girl,"

"I am not your maid." I told him poking his chest with my finger, "As much as you may like it."

"And how did you know I had a maid fetish?" he whispered,

"Because you have an everything fetish," I glared as I moved away and cleaned off my hands, "You're a very horny boy Jack."

"Well yeah? You spent ten years in the navy where you're lucky to see one woman per six months, You can't help getting excited for every girl you see." he smirked sitting himself on the edge of the stairs, "And how can I help it with you running around my darling? "

"Some days I really do wonder how you are such a smart doctor, your brain rarely gets any blood it's always down your trousers." I sighed as I began to hang the washed sheets on the lines in the courtyard, 

"I can't help it, you're too captivating," 

"Umm... You're lucky you don't get a damn slap. Escpaily after I caught you peeking down my dress the other day."

"And up your dress," he muttered,

"What was that?" I glared,

"Nothing my darling," He cooed, "You're such a little smart ass, aren't you? The girls at the cat and bagpipes don't give me such sassback."

"That's because you're paying them jack they have to pretend to like you,"

"They do like me."

"do they? do they ever actually want to talk or be near you before you hand them a pound?" 

"Sometimes," He lied, "They like my stethoscope, and hearing stories about work."

"AHH yes your stethoscope I'm sure all rottys girls at the cat and bagpipes just love your... Stethoscope"

"Well and because I'm so handsome,"

"You good looking I think you're very handsome just... Too confident for your own good sometimes" I rolled my eyes as I finished hanging the newly washed sheets and gathered in the dry ones from earlier, 

"Oh? you think I'm handsome My darling?" he teased, 

I finished gathering all the dry sheets and headed back towards the door, "You can be when you have a bath and some clean clothes Jack" I said tugging on his stained sleeves and giving his hair a tussle as I walked up the steps seeing visible dust fall out of it, 

"So you're saying I'm attractive? Like you are actually attracted to me and you think I'm handsome" he gave chase of course following behind me like an excited puppy, 

"If it makes you feel better. Yes," I rolled my eyes kissing his cheek before I headed into the storage cupboard to start folding the dry sheets and putting them away, 

"Wait. You're actually serious, no joke and you're not just saying that to make me stop bugging you?"

"I'm very serious you can be very handsome sometimes," 

"Ohh? Well, what makes me so handsome then my darling?" he cooed leaning his elbow on the shelf, 

"you're a very handsome man Jack. You have a toned slender body, you're tall, you have very handsome soft blonde hair, deep chocolate brown eyes, a striking jaw and a very cute smile and you're are adorable when you get mad or jealous and you frown all pouty, so yes I do find you attractive and the times when you clean up have a hot bath and some clean clothes I admit your very lovely" I explain as I fold sheets, 

He smiled and slightly blushed at my compliments "So... if I had a bath and some fresh clothes I wouldn't just be cute I'd be... sexy?"

"Perhaps,"

He smirked and grabbed my hand spinning me around before pulling me into his chest, "So? how would I rate all clean and lovely?"

"Out of ten?"

"Yep," he smirked not letting me move in any way,

I smiled and set my hands on his waistcoat moving on my tip toes to be inches from his lips as I spoke, At the moment eight. When you have a bath eleven."

"A-an 11? So you're saying once I've had a bath and worn nice clothes, I'll be stunningly handsome and an 11 out of 10?" he blushed, "You... really mean that Y/n?"

"I do, You're a slender little smart-ass jack. And I think you're the most attractive man in the hospital... I mean, that's kind of a hollow complaint though given my options for doctors are you, Dr sneed and Prof. And prof is in his 60s and Sneed looks like a snail" 

"Well, it's lucky for you that I'm so good-looking and have such a captivating personality," 

"It is," I giggled,

"I always knew I was your favourite nurse darling," He smiled stroking my cheek and pulling my lips to his own.  

#tbs #thomas sangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas sangster imagine #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs smut #thomas brodie sangster #thomas brodie sangster smut #jackdawkins #jack dawkins #jackdawkinsartfuldodger #jack #the artful dodger #theartfuldodgerjack #thearttfuldodger #theartfuldogger

[tired-biscuit]

can we get more cute naruto headcanons🥹

of course, love. i wasn't sure if you meant naruto - the character, or naruto - the show, so i just went along with the first option 'cause i've been feeling in a nart mood lately and he's been bouncing around my brain a lot, lol. hope you like it!!

also, i actually wrote a post about naruto headcanons a long while back and that one includes various characters. you can find it here if you wish to check it out.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: fem!reader, mix of modern AU and canonverse // fluff so sweet it makes your teeth ache. naruto being a lovely friend/boyfriend/human being.

𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗨𝗧𝗢 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦

every tiktok he finds at least mildly funny, he’ll send it to you. the 99+ notifs usually come from him and him alone, and if you don't open them fast enough and react to at least half of them, he spams you over text to ‘open the fuckin app!’

wears mismatched socks all the time. usually bright, vivid colours with funky designs that peek from underneath his jeans whenever he sits down. i'm thinking happy socks type of beat.

grows hot and sweaty in his sleep, but luckily for him you’re a loyal girlfriend, so you endure it all. yes, you stay put even as he drapes his heavy arm and leg over you every night and murmurs pure gibberish into the side of your neck.

holds your hand everywhere you go. it’s not even subtle, he intertwines his fingers with your own and holds on tight. strokes your knuckles, too, and thus turns you into putty as a result.

sometimes forgets you can’t hear him speak with kurama, so whenever he zones out so out of nowhere, it’s really funny. especially if it happens in a public place, like in the middle of the street or a grocery aisle; he looks like how the windows shutting down noise sounds.

texts his kisses with ‘mwah, mwah, mwah!!!!!!’

has the ugliest picture he’s ever taken of you set as his contact photo for you. whenever he loses his phone and he asks you to call him (it happens more often than you’d think) so that he can find it, you see the caller ID and get upset. he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

you definitely own matching onesies (yes, even as adults.)

his sneakers always look busted af.

doesn’t like going to the hairdresser’s, but he’s more than happy to sit patiently as you cut his hair at home.

covers his ice cream in sprinkles and chocolate syrup. the thing is a nightmare to eat, but he loves it.

is very clumsy whilst eating his food, he always ruins his shirt. it drives you insane because you have to clean him up like he’s a toddler.

he yanks the covers off of you when he feels like it’s time to get out of bed and tugs you by your ankle when you try to protest as a result.

definitely a morning person.

is willing to have chapstick applied only by kisses.

never carries a backpack, he stuffs everything he owns into his pockets and if it isn’t enough, he whines until you have to put the remainder of the stuff into your bag.

is unable to take you seriously when you’re pissed off. he just finds you too cute, it’s fucking infuriating.

loves hugging you from behind.

doesn’t know how to cook, but at least he tries to help you out.

insists on showering together all the time (he’s super gentle while washing your hair, bless him.)

if you have younger siblings, he gets along with them super well. he’ll play dolls with your baby sister and will beat your little brother at every game on the console.

can’t take a decent picture to save his life. whenever you ask him to take one of you, it always ends up blurry or with the tip of his finger in the shot.

kisses you goodnight no matter the hour.

i feel like he’d make you watch the entirety of one piece with him.

has trouble focusing, but he feels very calm whenever you’re around, with his hand in your own. it’s very sweet.

so, so, so clingy. and touchy, too.

he's definitely your friend first before he becomes your boyfriend.

super nosy. if you’re gossiping over the phone with a friend, he’ll drop everything to listen in.

loves you more than you love him. it’s just how he is.

#naruto x reader #naruto uzumaki #naruto uzumaki x reader #naruto fluff #naruto x y/n #naruto x you #naruto imagines #naruto headcanons #biscuit drabbles

[deceasedream69]

Drunk

Summary: after Luther's wedding Five is wasted af. you bumped into him in the elevator but after that you don't remember too much.

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- "who is dad talking to?", Said five trying to see the person in front of Reggie. But he was too drunk to even find the balance to be standing.

He quickly lost balance.

_

I was searching for five all over the building, but no luck so far.

The elevator door opened at the last floor, and there he was, Five all drunk, with his cute... I mean, ugly, messy hair.

But before I could talk to him, or even leave the elevator he starts to walk backwards quickly, falling on me, making me hit my head on the elevator wall.

I don't remember anything after that.

Five's pov

I woke up to the floor moving. My head hurted and everything sounded so loud.

At least the bed wasn't so hard. I sat up, rubbing my forehead, it hurted like a bitch. Worth it after everything I've been through.

I turned around me and see that I'm not in my room.

- "I was seriously out of my mind", I whispered before turning completely around. Y/n laying there, unconscious.

- "shit. Y/n...?" I put my hand on her cheek, her face was so... Soft. Not in any special way, it's probably because of the young bodies we're in. That'll also explain the feeling in my stomach everytime she's near me, or she smiles... I need to focus.

- "hey...", I tapped her cheek. Her eyes slowly opening, her hand moving quickly to the back of her head, a few tears forming in her eyes.

- "hey, are you okay? What happened last night?!", I asked worried after seeing her in pain.

- "I...", She started but winced in pain.

- "shhh, it's ok, you'll explain me later, let's go", I teleported us into my room.

- "hey, Five, what the hell happened to you last night?", Asked Diego putting some blades in his blades thingy (lol).

- "shhh", I said worried about any noise that could disturbed y/n. "Something happened last night, she needs help", I whispered.

- "what the hell did you do this time?", Said Luther a little loud

- "what part of "shhh" do you not understand? I don't want to upset her even further", I whispered-shouted.

- "I'm fine, five", she said sitting up, her hand still on the back of her head. "You don't remember anything from yesterday?"

- "just a few moments, but not the elevator part".

She laid back down, pointing me to lay next to her.

- "I was looking for you, I went through the whole building, but I couldn't find you"

She started to play with my fingers that were next to her free hand. The feeling in my stomach grew more and more.

- "Until I reached the last floor and I found you. With your messy hair", she said running her hand through my still messy hair. "And your outfit ruined", she said looking back at the bed on top. "And I wanted to talk to you... But you were so drunk you lost you're balance. And before I could even leave the elevator you fell on top of me... I don't remember anything after that..."

Y/n's pov

- "holy shit. I'm so sorry. So is my fault that your head hurts", he said teleporting outside of the room.

- "where the hell did he go?", Said Klaus from his bed. I waved at him from below.

Five retuned with a bag of ice and gently put it on the back of your head.

- "mmm, that feels nice...", I said taking the bag in my hand.

- "hey", he said moving my hand, let me hold it for you, I owe it to you.

- "i was thinking of asking for something much better in exchange, honestly"

- "what did you have in mind?", His face on top of mine, really close.

- "that you fall on top of me again, just not so hard", I said pulling him from his shirt.

- "oh, trust me, I fell hard", he said kissing me again.

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The f!reader x Nikolai fic including Vasily was gorgeous! I just found it and wow - perfection. Absolutely jaw dropping.

Could I get a follow up fic about Nikolai's recovery? Maybe there are some after effects of the poison and he's struggling to get better. He's back at the Grand Palace but the fever, pain and dizziness keep plaguing him and he's having a hard time dealing with being so weak and feeling sick. Besides the wound on his chest hasn't healed either yet...

Basically reader being cute af and taking care of sick Nikolai (maybe also Vasily being a little but caring shit lmao)

bring me back to life // in the bright lilac light part two

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Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x f!Reader

A/N: This is part two to my 'Violet Rot' fic, so please check that out before you proceed with this one. Otherwise, you probably won't understand some of the references and the general set-up. I did not expect that anyone would want a part two to this particular fanfic, but I'm very glad you asked! Taking care of a sick Nikolai is very dear to my heart <3 Now I just have to wait for someone requesting a part three with the wedding djhalhldhja Thank you for requesting this, I hope I managed to live up to your expectations <3

You can find part one here!

Summary: Recovery is hard and there is nothing one can do to speed it up - very much to Nikolai's dismay.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, very much Fluff

Word Count: 4.2K

Warnings: Mention of death, blood, injuries and Vasily

"Why does he still look like he's standing on death's doorstep?" Vasily whispered to you as he looked down on his very sickly-appearing brother, who was supposed to have recovered from his injuries by now.

"Try getting stabbed with a poisoned blade and we'll see how you look after barely a week of being home," you replied, letting a comforting hand run through Nikolai's golden hair, carefully removing the wet strands that stuck to his fever-stricken forehead.

"I'm sure I'd at least have a little bit more…colour on my cheeks. That's all. He looks terrible," the prince mumbled almost childishly.

"I'm not unconscious, Vasily. I can hear you. Loud and clear for that matter. And it's not really aiding my headache," your fiancé rasped out, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

"I think it would be best if we'd give him a bit of space. Some peace would very likely do him some good," you sighed as you filled up another glass of water to at least keep him hydrated, putting it beside his bed and attempting to stand up.

"Stay, please." You felt his hand tightening around your wrist, his grip hardly firm enough to pull your hand towards him.

"I'll take that as my sign to leave." Vasily gave you a courteous nod before sauntering to the door. "Don't die while I'm gone, brother. I'd hate to be the one having to break the news to mother."

"Don't get blackout drunk. I'd hate to be the one having to tell Nikolai about you vomiting into one of the plant pots again," you called after him, earning a faint chuckle from the man next to you and an offended grunt from his brother.

You turned back to Nikolai, watching him struggle as he attempted to sit up. The wound on his chest was still an oozing mess that just didn't want to heal properly. He could barely move his torso to complete the most basic tasks, and it infuriated him deeply. The additional fever and dizzy spells didn't improve his already low spirits.

"I hate to admit it, but our pompous little prince is right. You do look terrible, my love."

"Oh, so now you're taking his side?" he lamented dramatically, presumably putting all his energy into the act.

"Well, he is to be my future brother-in-law, after all. I must agree with him occasionally or else he might think badly of me. And who would want that?" you mused with highly sarcastic undertones.

"And I'm your future husband, does that not have any merit in the matter?"

"You're right. I should marry Vasily instead. Just to not commit any sort of treason by periodically opposing my beloved." Nikolai's gaze shot towards you, shock and a slight hint of disgust in his eyes.

"Don't you dare even think about that," he griped, fiddling with the delicate engagement ring on your finger.

It was a habit he had picked up ever since he had proposed to you. Whenever nervousness or stress overtook him, he'd reach out to take your hand into his, mindlessly twisting and turning the golden band. On the rare occasion that you weren't around, he would do the same with his own. It just wasn't as comforting.

"I would never," you snorted. "I do have standards. Even though I had to tweak them quite a bit to consent to marrying you."

Instead of giving you one of his snarky comebacks, he squeezed your hand one last time before letting go of it. His free hand reached for the glass of water on the side table next to him, but he was too weak to properly hold on to it, causing it to shake heavily. You quickly snatched it out of his hand, earning a dissatisfied glare from the young Lantsov.

"Love, I can-"

"Your hands are shaking like reeds in the wind, darling. As much as I would love to see you do all these things by yourself again, you can't right now. And that's okay. I'll take care of you until then," you assured.

"It's just so…frustrating," he let out a huffed breath, visibly overwhelmed by the whole situation.

He wanted nothing more than to just feel like his old self again. It infuriated him how weak he was. The pain should have gotten better by now, yet he still felt like a frail porcelain doll that threatened to break every time it left the shelf. And as much as he appreciated you taking care of him, he couldn't shake off the feeling of being useless.

"I know," you sighed, letting your eyes trail down to the bandage covering his chest. "But the more pressure you put yourself under, the longer it'll take for you to get better."

Nikolai turned his head to the side, not wanting you to see his face in case he wasn't able to keep the tears from falling. You seeing him cry would only humiliate him more, he thought.

"Nikolai." You cupped his cheek with one hand, pulling his face back to look at you. He hated that you knew him well enough to realise what was going on inside his head. "Don't be so hard on yourself. We're all so relieved that you're alive - even Vasily. No one expects you to do anything other than recover. No matter how long that might take. Please get some rest and let me help you."

"You shouldn't have to take care of me," he breathed out. "You shouldn't have to worry about my health or whether I will make it through the night. I'm so sorry for putting you through all of this."

"I'm not doing this because I have to, Nikolai. I'm doing this because I want to. Taking care of you isn't burdensome. Not to me." He closed his eyes as your thumb began to trace circles over the slight ridge of his cheekbone. "We're engaged - soon to be married. One of the conditions for that is to be there for the other. In sickness and in health. We may have not exchanged our vows yet, but that doesn't matter. I love you too much to watch you wither away like this. Let me do this for you."

"Thank you." His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Now, drink something and then try to sleep for a bit. I still have some correspondence to take care of, but it won't take too long. I'll come back as soon as I'm done. Send for me in case you need me. " He only nodded in response, too tired to say or do much more.

You pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead before you left his bedroom. Of course, you would have preferred staying with him, even if it was just to watch him sleep. However, you still had a few duties of your own to fulfil and you couldn’t shove them away forever. You couldn’t allow yourself another misstep after lying to your parents about your whereabouts, that was for sure.

After close to two hours spent with measly paperwork and bureaucratic duties, your focus was pried away from the neatly stacked documents on your desk by muffled bickering in the hallway outside your door. You took a quick look at your pocket watch, concluding that it was definitely way too late for your parents to still be out and about.

A bit hesitantly, you abandoned your previous occupation, carefully tiptoeing towards the corridor where the noise had to come from. The scene you had to witness almost gave you a heart attack.

Vasily stood in the middle of the hall, his normally pristine white shirt dirtied with bloodstains. He was hunched over, hovering close to another person that sat on the hard marble floor, their back pressed against the wall. When you noticed that said person was none other than your fiancé - blood smeared all over his hand and shirt, a dazed look on his face - you immediately sprung into action.

“Vasily?” You directed your question at the more alert-looking Lantsov. “By the Saints, what happened?”

“Fuck, if I only knew!” he replied, his stern features relaxing as you approached the two of them. “I was just about to retire to my chambers after a hard day of-”

“Day drinking? You reek of kvas, Vasily,” you muttered under your breath, poignantly ignoring the scowl he gave you.

“As I said, I was about to make my way back to my chambers until I saw this fool lying on the floor with blood everywhere. I thought he was dying! I tried to get him back to his own bedroom, but I can’t possibly carry him back there on my own. Especially not with all that carnage on him.” You rolled your eyes at his theatrics, crouching down next to his brother to assess whatever was going on.

“Nikolai,” you said his name once, your hand finding his face like it had a few hours earlier. His eyes were open, but he seemed to be somewhat loopy. “Love, are you alright?”

“Yes,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his bloody hand clutching the wound on his chest as he tried to sit up straight. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t,” you warned, looking at the quite deep cut that ran across his arm and hand. “Do you think you can walk back to your room? With our help, of course.” Vasily scoffed, but you didn’t let that bother you. “I have to take a look at that. You don’t need another injury that runs the risk of developing an infection.”

He wanted to say yes, but when another jolt of pain shot through his body, you knew that you couldn’t let that happen.

“That’s a no. Vasily, I will need your help to carry him to my bedroom. It’s right around the corner and we won’t risk having any of his wounds reopen.”

Even though the prince gave you a sharp look of dismay, he followed your bidding. Slowly, he bent down to his brother, slinging an arm around his middle to awkwardly force him to stand. Nikolai tried everything in his power to get both of his feet on the ground. However, he could only hold his weight for a few seconds before his knees threatened to give in. Vasily had to stifle a gag when he felt the wet blood dripping on his skin and staining his clothes. If you hadn’t been so worried about the state of your boyfriend you would have probably found his reaction pretty amusing.

“Are you certain that you want this biological hazard to be brought to your chambers?” he asked, turning up his nose when his brother let out a low grunt. “Wouldn’t it be preferable to bring him to a Healer? You know, like a person that is specifically trained to treat wounds like this?”

“No Healer, please,” Nikolai panted, tightening his hold on Vasily’s shoulder.

Both of you knew that he wasn’t too fond of Healers. It was not like he disliked or opposed them, but after seeing what people like them were used for in the Second Army. He had seen what they could fix, but he had also seen what they could destroy.

“It’s fine. I’ll take care of it. As much as I have seen, it’s nothing life-threatening. And even if it were, we all know that I have some experience in treating life-threatening injuries by now.” You flashed Vasily a cocky grin, reminding him of the threat on his life you made should he ever even do so much as think about telling anyone about what he saw in that medical tent.

“If you insist,” he mumbled, taking steady steps towards your room.

Once you finally reached the safety of your chambers, you ordered him to set him down in one of the armchairs next to your vanity - bloodstains be damned. Nikolai groaned as soon as his brother let go of him, his back hitting the braided wicker quite harshly.

“Uhm, I’ll go and…clean myself up now. Especially before mother sees this,” Vasily declared, his gaze staying on his little brother for a bit longer before he turned to leave. “You know where to find me in case you need any help hiding the body. Or whatever issue you might need help with.”

“Thank you, Vasily.” No matter how often this man had infuriated and annoyed you before, you couldn’t help but appreciate his unexpected acts of kindness when you needed them most. Even with his unnecessary commentary. “I think I can handle him for the night. But thank you nonetheless.”

With an acknowledging nod, he exited the room, leaving you alone to deal with a bleeding Nikolai.

“First things first, I’ll need to get you cleaned up, sweetheart,” you explained, hurrying towards the bathroom to grab a wet rag and all the other medical supplies you were sure to need.

Since you couldn’t have been sure whether the bloodstains on his shirt were from the fresh wound on his arm or the stab wound on his chest, you decided that his shirt had to go - it was ruined anyway, so what was the harm?

“Darling, shouldn’t we get married before consummating said marriage?” your fiancé joked, looking down at you as you unbuttoned his shirt.

“Kolya, this is not the time,” you rebutted light-heartedly, pulling the ruined shirt off his shoulders and allowing him to do the rest.

With rather unsteady hands, you tried to clean all of the remaining blood off his torso and arms, seeing that the wound on his hand wasn’t too drastic after all. He didn’t fuss when you tossed the dirty rag, replacing the warm feeling of the wet fabric with the cool sting of the numbing cream. The relief on his face was evident in an instant.

As you put a bandage around his arm and hand, you felt his gaze fixating on you, not leaving your form, not even when you left his side to clean out the piece of cloth and stash away your medical supplies. You couldn’t help but think about his nickname ‘sobachka’. He hated that nickname, but in moments like these, it rang more true than ever. He really was a lost little puppy sometimes.

“Are you alright, Nikolai?” you asked softly, stealing a brief glance at the bandage wrapped around his torso, which he detested with a burning passion.

“I am now. Thank you, my love,” he sighed, letting his gaze waiver towards the clunky bandage on his arm.

“Do you mind telling me what caused you to drag yourself outside of your room with a bleeding wound? How did you even manage that?”

“I was thirsty,” he began, the façade of the confident prince slipping, revealing a meek little boy that had to talk about something he really didn’t want to. “I couldn’t hold onto the glass and it shattered on the floor. And since I didn’t want to have someone else remove it, I tried cleaning it up. Well, let’s just say it didn’t turn out how it was supposed to.”

“And why didn’t you call for me, honey?” you sighed, retrieving one of his spare shirts from your dresser, not wanting him to get even sicker from the cool evening breeze that filtered in through your open windows.

“I didn’t want anyone else to see me like…this.”

“So you opted for stumbling through half of the Grand Palace looking like you had just murdered someone instead?”

“When you put it like that it sounds a lot less logical than I had imagined it.” Now you could see how he and Vasily were related.

“You were really lucky that your brother’s drinking habit forces him to be out this late. I don’t even want to imagine how long you would have stayed outside if he hadn’t found you.”

“We should probably call him again to help with getting me back to my chambers,” he fretted, dreading having to rely on Vasily’s help again.

“Absolutely not. You’re staying here for the night. I’m not letting you out of my eyesight tonight. Not after this stunt,” you declared, grinning at the befuddled expression on his face.

“We’re sleeping in the same bed? Before we’re actually married? Scandalous.”

“Choose your words wisely, or else I might let you sleep on the floor.”

“You would let a poor injured man sleep on the cold, hard floor? That’s pretty heartless.”

“Maybe I should genuinely reconsider marrying you if that’s how you see me. I heard Vasily is still looking for a wife,” you sneered, throwing him the shirt and watching while he put it on.

“Tough luck. You’d have to compete with his love for whiskey and horses first, and I have a sneaking suspicion of which one of you would win that scrabble.” You let out a faint laugh at that, shaking your head as you moved closer to him.

“Alright, enough slander for the day. Let’s get your stubborn ass to bed.” You offered him your arm, supporting him steadily before you cautiously manoeuvred him towards your bed. He was very unsteady on his feet, heavily relying on you to keep him standing, but you were glad that his knees didn’t threaten to buckle this time.

Slowly, you let him sit on the bed, lifting the duvet for him to crawl under. You were very careful when you slid in next to him. Even though you didn’t want to treat him like he might turn to dust as soon as someone touched him, you still had to be cautious to not accidentally hurt him.

A part of your worry subsided when he opened his arms, beckoning you to come closer to him. He may be a bit weaker than what he was used to, but his neediness was still on the same level as it was before. So with a hint of hesitance, you scooted closer to him, allowing him to wrap his arms around you.

His arms were still wrapped around your waist when you woke up the next morning. The sun that filtered through the window bathed both of you in a warm golden light that made wanting to get up even more difficult than you had expected. You couldn’t even begin to describe how much the thought of waking up like this for the rest of your life excited you.

You placed a gentle kiss on the sharp line of his jaw, tracing your arm along his arms before slipping out of his grasp. You had expected him to wake up after feeling you kiss him, however, he remained laying in bed like a wet sack of flour. For a moment you panicked, fearing that something might have been wrong with him. But when you intended to reach for his wrist in an attempt to check his pulse, a sonorant snore left his mouth. Perhaps he really just needed a long good night’s sleep.

He only showed any sort of life when you re-entered the bedroom after you had changed. His snores had seized completely now, replaced with his soft breathy chuckle as he watched you parade around your room.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” you laughed, seeing him sit up slowly. You were glad to see that he looked a whole lot better than yesterday. “You slept well, I assume?”

“How could I not? I slept next to you, after all.” His hazel eyes glistened in the light, resembling two pieces of true amber. “I can’t recall the last time I had a dream this pleasant.”

“What did you dream of?”

“I dreamt of a life with you in it.” His honesty made you freeze for a second. He was quite the piece of work. One second he had you fearing for his life, and the next he made your heart skip a beat because of how utterly besotted with you he was.

“I’m already in your life, Kolya. And I’m not intending to leave it anytime soon.” You walked over to your bed to press a faint kiss to his cheek. As a reminder that you would always be here.

“If I get bet-”

“When. When you get better,” you corrected, reaching for his hand to squeeze it reassuringly.

“When I get better, we should look into moving the wedding forward. I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

“So eager to marry me now, aren’t we?” you laughed, letting out a high-pitched squeak when he pulled you towards him. “Nikolai, be careful!”

“Oh, love, I’ve been eager to marry you ever since the day I proposed to you.” He peppered your cheeks with kisses, forcing you to giggle like a young schoolgirl. Every single etiquette lesson you ever had the joy of attending flew right out of the window while your fiancé continued to make you laugh and wiggle erratically.

“I suppose I’ll have to agree to that.”

This was the life you wanted to have.

Nikolai had opted to stay in your chambers for a few days longer. This way, you would be able to get to him quicker, he reasoned. And obviously, you weren’t one to deny him. Staying with you seemingly helped him in his recovery, and it helped you in calming your nerves.

You could the colour return to his cheeks again, the longer he rested and let himself be taken care of. He was still weaker than he had anticipated, but he could do most of the minor self-care tasks himself. He could hold a glass, eat, and even managed to get himself to the bathroom without any sort of support. Even though that felt like a minuscule step to him, you were more than proud of him.

One week after he started sleeping in your room, he made you feel even prouder.

It had been such a long and tiring day of working through the piles of documents and correspondence that you could quite literally feel your body gravitating towards the floor. A quick glimpse at the clock told you that Nikolai was probably already waiting for you to come back. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you at all today - you had been with him for breakfast, lunch and dinner - but he still managed to pump up his theatrics and act like you had abandoned him for years. His penchant for overdramatisation didn’t help you with stowing away all your paperwork.

You pulled yourself to your feet, arranging and sorting all the different stacks you had created, before you put them in their respective cabinets surrounding your table. You had been so focused on your work that you didn’t hear the door behind you clicking shut, and someone approaching you very slowly.

A pair of firm arms wrapped around your middle from behind, someone’s head now resting on your shoulder. You were close to whacking whoever it was with the not particularly heavy paperweight, but when a gentle kiss was pressed to the column of your throat, you rethought that intention. Nikolai let out a muffled hum, his body flush with yours as you sunk into his touch. You didn’t begin to process the semantics of his presence until you noticed him sway backwards ever so slightly.

“Wait, Nikolai?” You wiggled yourself out of his grasp, your hands still resting on his in case he needed to steady himself. When you turned, you saw the smug-looking prince glance at you like he had just been caught red-handed in doing something he shouldn’t.

“Were you expecting someone else?” he asked, sounding almost offended.

“How did you get here?” You waved off his question, letting your eyes wander towards the door in an attempt to check for someone who could have helped him get here. The walk from your bedroom to the waiting room wasn’t long, but it was definitely longer than the walk to your bedroom.

“How do you expect me to get here?” He smiled at you, waiting for you to finally understand what this statement implied.

You raised a quizzical brow, not really following what he was trying to tell you.

“Since my horse didn’t fit through your door frame I had to take it upon myself to walk over to you,” he explained, watching the realisation spread over your face.

“You walked over here by yourself?” you beamed, unable to contain your excitement. “Kolya, that’s so good! I’m so proud of you. I knew you’d get better soon. Are you okay? Does anything hurt? Do y-”

He silenced you by pressing his lips onto yours, abruptly ending your ramblings with a smile on his face.

“I’m fine. A bit sore, but fine.” He kissed your forehead once more. “It’s late. I was wondering why you didn’t come to bed. Apparently, my terribly worrisome heart and undying love for you was enough of a reason for my body to eventually listen to me again.”

“Admit it, your main objective is to push our wedding date forward,” you laughed, looking up at him to see him smile sheepishly.

“I see, you have revealed one of my most well-guarded secrets,” Nikolai bemoaned with a fake scowl.

“If that is one of your most well-guarded secrets, I can’t even begin to imagine what the other end of that spectrum loo-" He kissed you again, uncaring of whatever sarcastic comment you might have to offer.

"Y/N!" The door to your office was slammed open. "Nikolai is not in his or your b-" Vasily stopped dead in his tracks, seeing his brother and fiancée look at him amusedly after you had just visibly been making out.

Both of you watched as a shade of deep red shot into his face as he noted the mistake he made by not knocking.

"Forgive me, I'll leave you to it."

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~Her~ || Mattheo R. x fem! Reader

Author note! <33 I hope you like it, I worked on it at flipping school so Its fluff only. I always accept corrective criticism, spelling correction, grammar correction, and requests. Im sorry this is so bad and cringy btw. -A/N❤

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You listened silently to the conversation the other girls at the lunch table were having, feeling awkward at the prospect you didn’t know any of them. “Oh my god I love him so much” a girl with short brown hair and friendly makeup gushed, pointing to a boy at the table across from the one you were sitting at. You turned your head slightly, enough to be able to see who she was pointing at but not enough to be noticed. The boy she was pointing at had curly black hair, brown eyes and light skin and was grinning and talking to a friend. Mattheo Riddle. — “Let's play truth or dare!” Lorenzo said excitedly “I need a new story to post on buzzfeed.” Theodore rolled his eyes and smirked at Enzo “I should’ve guessed. But okay because I am boooorrrrrddddd af” “Okay” Mattheo said, eying the pretty girl in a hoodie with H/L H/C hair sitting quietly and alone, like she always does. “I wanna play and I wanna go first.” Draco said flatly, slicking back his platinum blonde hair. “I want to play as well, like I have to catch up on all my friend’s drama” Blaise said casually while eating his hamburger. “Truth or Dare is my fav game so yes!” Pansy gushed “Okaayy Theodore Nott. truth of dare” Draco asked “Truth.” “Is it true you…. Are dating Enzo?” “Yea.” “Okay…. Enzo truth or dare?” Theo asked, smirking at his boyfriend. “Dare” “I dare you to kiss me right now” Lorenzo rolled his eyes but smiled and leaned in and gave Theodore a soft but long kiss. “You guys are such a cute couple” Pansy noted, smiling wide “ANYWaayy, my turn because Enzo is kissing Theo.” Blaise said.

“no, I’m still going” Lorenzo huffed, shoving Blaise softly. “Mattheo truth or dare?” “Dare” “I dare you to kiss your crush” “Wtf bro I don’t a crush” “Don’t lie I saw you staring at Y/N” “Oooooooohh” Pansy squealed “Someone has a cruuuushhh” Mattheo blushed and scowled “Fine I do like her buuut she don’t know who tf I am” “Don’t make excuses.” — The lunch bell rang, signaling the end of lunch period and you were the first to get up. You hated the cafeteria. It was loud, food was flying everywhere, but most of all, you had to sit with people you didn’t know and who had friends and you just sat there yourself. You looked over your shoulder at Mattheo. The girl from earlier was there. Her short brown bob bouncing as she spoke. As you watched her talk to Mattheo, you felt a twinge of jealousy. Why do I feel jealous?? — “I’m Joyce,” A girl with short hair that bounced annoyingly. “Yea hi Joyce what do you want?” Mattheo asked, trying not to sound irritated. He absolutely hated when girls talked to him randomly and flirted with him and asked for his number and tried to use pick-up lines that stunk worse than public bathrooms. “I like your…. Eyes” She gushed Ew “Yea yea I like your um shirt” Mattheo said curtly “Is that all? Because I have to get to class” “Oh yea” Joyce said sweetly “I have to go to class too. Why don’t we go together?” Mattheo rolled his eyes “What class do you have?” “I have orchestra!” “Well, I have ELA and the orchestra room is downstairs right down this hall.” Stupid…. Joyce blushed “O-oh okay. See you later, then” She winked and gave Mattheo what she thought was a winning smile. Well f I’m late now… — You carefully wrote your name at the top of your page. At least I’m a good student… even though nobody likes me. You thought, pushing the page to the corner of your desk. “We’ll be working as partners” no…… “You can choose your groups, I’m sure your capable” Oh my god no

Everyone buzzed with excitement and found groups with their friends, leaving only you. The door opened and a boy stumbled in, panting. “I’m sorry I was late sir” he said “A girl named Jane was bugging me.” “Okay, I don’t need your excuses,” The teacher surveyed the room “Go work with Y/N.” You flushed and looked away. I have to work with MATTHEO! “Okaayy” Mattheo said, giving you a ravishing grin. “Hey princess” he said when he planted himself in the seat beside you You scowled “I’m not a princess.” “I’m sure you aren’t. What do we need to do?” “You’d know if you came to class on time and not 20 minutes late.” Mattheo laughed, “A girl named James was bugging me.” “You said Jane” “Well something like that.” You rolled your eyes. “We have to write a book report.” “Nooooooooo” Mattheo whined “I hatteeeee book repoorrtts” “You sound like a child” You said, looking at Mattheo coldly. “Okay finee,” he straightened “What book?” “What did you read?” If anything, Mattheo grinned “I read The Lord of The Rings” You rolled your eyes “What happened?” “Umm… I actually read Wattpad fanfic…” “I figured as much” You said, smiling a little “What happened?” As Mattheo retold the story, you looked over his face. He’s actually kinda pretty…. Wtf!? “You good? You look like you spaced out for a sec,” Mattheo said, smirking “W-what, oh sorry, so um yea what continue” “I already finished,” “Oh okay you can write it down, then.” What is wrong with me?? Mattheo’s hand brushed up against yours as he took the pencil from your hand. You felt your face heat up and you bit your lip. “Do you want to go to the library with me during our free period?” Mattheo asked while writing down the book report horribly. “Why?” You demanded “Because I see you sitting alone during lunch and during your free period.” He looked like he wanted to say more, but he only smiled and set down the pencil “See you later, then?” and stood up to leave. You felt slightly disappointed as you watched him leave, but you shook off the feeling and picked up the book report he left. — “How’d it go?” Enzo asked, smirking at Mattheo. “It went amazing.” Mattheo grinned “I asked her if she wanted to meet me at the library during free period. She looked like she liked the idea.”

“you better make the most romantic scene bro. I want tea and I want a nice movie to watch” Theodore said, tossing Mattheo a cigarette. “And I want something to post on Buzzfeed.” Lorenzo said “and Theo you can’t have cigarettes.” “Ugh” Theodore reluctantly handed Lorenzo his box “You too, Mattheo” — You skipped your 4 period class to get ready. Something you swore never to do. You curled your H/C H/L hair and stuck a small flower behind your ear. You sighed “What happened to me?” You curled your lashes, and applied a light layer of blush. The bell finally rang and you felt excitement rise in your body, but you battled it down and put on a straight face. When you got there, you found Mattheo already sitting on a beanbag chair, he had a black Nirvana t-shirt and black cargo pants. “You look nice,” He said “How did you get that all done?” You had a black tank top with a nice necklace and faded blue jeans. “I skipped my 4th period class. It was gym, anyway.” Mattheo laughed “I pretended to be sick and ‘went to the nurse’” “You are such a bad student!” you said, smiling down at the ground as you sat in the beanbag chair next to Mattheo. “And you are a wonderful student,” he winked, “That’s why I like you.” You blushed “Shut up, Riddle” “Okay Y/L/N” “Can I ask you something?” Mattheo asked “Sure, what is it?” “I- this was a dare, but I really do like you,” “I expected as much. Who gave you the dare?” “Lorenzo Berkshire.” Mattheo blushed and looked down “C-can I kiss you?” “Part of the dare?” You asked, unable to keep the hurt from your voice “No- yes, but the dare was to kiss my crush..” Mattheo said, not looking at you. “Please don’t hate me…” You sighed “I don’t hate you, Mattheo. Why do you think I skipped a class to do my makeup?” Mattheo smiled “So can I kiss you?” “Yes” Mattheo pressed his lips onto yours. He tasted like cigarettes, mint gum, and strawberry shortcake, as odd as that sounds. His hand traveled up your back and his other hand went to the back of your head, tangling in your hair. “I love you so much, Y/N…” He mumbled in between kisses. “I love you too…”

— “Best movie ever actually” Theodore whispered to Lorenzo “This is gonna get so many views,” Lorenzo whispered back, typing furiously on his phone. “I’m gonna tease him for this for eternity” Draco whispered, smirking “Your meeeeean” Pansy whispered, her lips pouting “They’re adorable!”

#I DO NOT ship Enzo and Theo #clean bc im doing it at school #Mattheo Riddle x reader #Mattheo riddle #fanfiction #fluff #x reader #x fem reader #truth or dare #Dare #Friendless #Slytherin #slytherin boys #School #School life #realistic fiction #Library #Book #Date #Date at library #cringe warning

[iwaizumisbabe]

CUTE CAT AND MAD DOG; Kyōtani K.

NAVIGATION | RULES | MAIN MASTERLIST

← HAIKYUU MASTERLIST

→ in which you are Ken's girlfriend and nobody on the volleyball team knows

→ Kyōtani Kentarō x fem!Reader

→ fluff af

→ 0.9k

You were really happy to finally be in high school. Middle school was an ordeal, especially with all the childish boys there.

You really hoped that it would be better here, especially because the Aoba Jōsai was a private school and you had to take an exam in order to be accepted here.

The first week was more stressful than anything. The election of class representative, which you won with your classmate Ryo and all the tasks associated with this position took up a lot of time.

You also wanted to use the first week to make new friends. The groups formed around this time and the girls in your classes seemed nice.

You haven't found a club yet, this week you'll be making inquiries at the volleyball club as a manager and if that doesn't work, then you wouldn't go to a club this year and concentrate more on your grades.

The second week of the school year was almost over. You swept the classroom properly with the other class representative Ryo, who wiped the blackboard and then watered the flowers.

It all happened in silence because you didn't really get along with the boy. He was weird, popular, but you weren't really comfortable with him.

His red hair and dark eyes intimidated you. You cursed yourself for your prejudice thinking, but what should you do? You couldn't turn it off.

After ten minutes you were ready, you reached for your bag and whispered a goodbye.

With faster steps you ran to the ground floor to change your shoes there. Meanwhile you checked your phone. The time flashed in white numbers.

You slowly strolled towards the gym of your school. From a distance you could see the bright light and hear the loud bangs.

Arrived at the door of this one, you watched as the boys were playing three against three in several groups.

You stood there for a few minutes, unsure whether or not to go in and wait inside. Then Iwaizumi spotted you and went to Oikawa to whisper something in his ear, which made him turn around and look at you.

»Send your fangirl away. It's getting really annoying«, you didn't hear it because of the ball that just hit the ground.

The brown-haired man jogged towards you with a smile on his face. You looked at him confused.

»Hello sweetheart, it's really nice that you are here to watch me, but today is spectator-free practice so you had to go. I'm sorry, but I'll keep a seat in the front row for you next time«, he leaned against the door frame and winked at you.

»Sorry but who are you?«

Now you understood why Kentaro hated him so much. Of course you knew the great Oikawa, most of the girls didn't speak of anyone else.

So far you thought he was okay, thought that your boyfriend was probably exaggerating, but now you knew that he was at least a little right.

Which person ran up to a strange girl and assumed that she was into him and found him incredibly hot.

Oikawa's smile broke a little, but he kept playing: »That's cute, but you don't have to pretend you don't know who I am to get my attention.«

He was getting really rude and you started arguing with him; you wouldn't let him get away with this

You got louder and louder and sentences like "You are the only one who thinks that you're attractive" or "Don't touch me, perv" were said of you. Iwaizumi turned to look at you and couldn't help but laugh.

In the next moment a ball hit the captain's head, who almost overturned due to the force of the ball.

»Iwa-chan~ So mean! What was that about?!«, Oikawa asked, rubbing the back of his head that was sore.

»I didn't do anything this time, Shittykawa. But you deserved it!«, he shouted, looking in the direction of the culprit; Mad Dog.

»What was that about, you little ba-«, the voice of the brown-haired man was drowned out by yours, »Kentarō!«, you screamed and ran to your boyfriend, who took you right into his arms.

»Hey, Babe. What was going on there?«, he asked, looking down at you.

»That guy over there is crazy. He thought I was stalking him«, you whispered, loud enough for some of the players to hear; they started laughing. That made the third year grumble.

»I told you he was an asshole«, it came confidently from your boyfriend. Unfortunately you have to agree to this; he had said it often enough.

»Do you think I can stay anyway? Although nobody is allowed to watch today...«, Kyōtani pulled away from you to turn to look at the ace.

»Can she stay, Iwaizumi-kun?«, the second year asked politely. After all, Hajime was the only one he accepted in this club.

»Since the rule was actually only introduced for Oikawa's fangirls, that shouldn't be a problem. Take a seat in the stands-«

»(L/n); my name is (l/n) (y/n)«, you helped him out.

»Take a seat in the stands, (l/n)-chan. I'm Iwaizumi Haijime, the vice captain«, he said.

»I know...«, it came out of your mouth, »Thank you for letting me stay!«, you quickly got up on your toes to kiss Ken on the cheek before waiting on the side of the field for him to finish training.

Your action made his face warm and red, which made the whole team grin. They hadn't seen this side of Mad Dog before. So calm, sweet- and red.

2022 | @iwaizumisbabe

IT'S NOT ALLOWED TO COPY/REPOST/TRANSLATE MY WORKS ON OTHER PLATFORMS!

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #Kyōtani #Kentarō #Kyōtani Kentarō #kyoutani #kentarou #kyoutani kentarou #kyoutani x reader #kentarou x reader #Kyōtani x reader #Kentarō x reader #x reader #x femal reader #fem!reader #reader insert #haikyuu x reader #one shot #haikyuu oneshot

[gaybananabread]

TickleTober Day 16 - Unusual Spot

I POSTED IT TODAY IT COUNTS! I have been wanting to do a fic for this baby for who KNOWS how long! Just kept putting it off cuz I'm me (T×T). There is a lack of content for this boy, and I intend to fix it. Very self indulgent this month lol. FInally back from out of state and tired af, cities kicked my ass. I hope your spooky seasons are amazing, and that y'all Enjoy!

Lee: Red Son

Ler: Mk

Summary: Red and MK are in the hero's apartment, lazing around and hanging out. Being himself, Mk finds a way to make the evening a bit more interesting.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

The Demon Bull family had always been odd. Varying loyalties, their place in history, the creation of the Samadi Fire, all of it. Red Son knew this better than anyone. Never in his life, though, did he expect to be with the Monkie King’s successor in his pajamas.

And never did he expect to enjoy it as much as he did.

One of Monkie King’s movies was playing on Mk’s laptop, though the demon wasn’t paying it any attention. He was much more focused on the young hero’s face. The captivated, cute face of a fanboy watching one of his favorite films. Even though he saw him every day, Mk had not gotten over his starstruck obsession with Monkie King’s media.

The Monkie Cop movie ended, finally snapping Mk out of his small trance. He looked at Red Son bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck. The boy hadn’t said a word for the entire hour, besides mouthing a few lines of dialogue. “Uh, sorry. Got a bit too into it, didn’t I?”

“You’re alright.” Red Son’s voice was a bit softer than he liked. He quickly followed it up with a snarky comment, wanting to save face. “Believe me, any break from your voice is a cherished moment.”

Mk took no offense from his words. He saw right through the silly attempt, shaking his head. “Okay, Red Boy. Whatever you say.” That got a pillow thrown at his head.

Now that the film was over, the boys needed to find something to do. Red was happy to just sit in silence, as he had for the duration of the movie. He leaned back on Mk’s bed, finding the softness of his covers and plushes rather inviting. His apartment was…modest, to say the least. That was a minor comfort within itself. He might have even dozed off in the peaceful room. But, Mk being Mk, couldn’t sit still to save his life.

Red had barely taken a breath before he felt a hand toying with his hair. He opened his eyes, suppressing a smile. “Yes, noodle boy?”

“Nothin’. Can I play with your hair?” The simplicity and innocence of the question surprised him. They had been getting closer, normalizing touch, affections and compliments for the touch-deprived demon. Still, small things such as hugs and silly affections caught him off guard. “I- uh- well, I suppose I’ll allow it. “

He sat up, taking his pony tail out and giving Mk access. His red, fluffy hair tumbled down his shoulders. He didn’t let it down often, besides when he went to sleep. For Mk, however, he made an exception. The monkie kid knew full well how soft he made the demon. And he loved it. “Aww, thank you, Red!”

The boy just huffed, bringing his knees to his chest as ten fingers ran through his hair. He was decently tired, letting his guard down and enjoying the gentle head scratches he was getting. For a few seconds, it was pretty nice.

That changed, however, when Mk tried to braid his hair. It started with a small tingle, Mk’s fingers brushing his ears as he gathered the hair by them. Then it grew to an annoyingly persistent buzz, the boy’s nimble fingers accidentally scratching his neck and ears every so often. Red managed to hold in his verbal reactions, his cheeks almost matching his hair as he tried not to squirm.

It took Mk maybe thirty seconds to realize what was happening.

His friends were big on physical affection, tickling being one of their most common bonding activities. With the way he was acting, Red’s neck and ears must have been pretty good spots. “You good, Red Boy? Your face is starting to match your name.”

“Sh-shut up you bohozo!” He had tried to put some heat in his voice, but it sounded more whiny than anything. The giggle that slipped out wasn’t helping his case either.

“Wow, so menacing. I’m terrified.” A mischievous, teasing smirk came onto Mk’s face. Red Son couldn’t see his face, but he could hear it in his voice. Mk knew, and he was done for.

Red tried to run from him, but the other boy saw it coming from a mile away. Before he could bolt, two surprisingly strong arms wrapped around him, holding him in place. Mk pulled the boy onto his lap, poking and prodding at his sides.

Airy, almost childish giggles escaped the “villain,” quickly filling Mk’s small apartment with life. The monkie kid would listen to the sound for days if he could. And, of course, he had to tease. Who would he be without a little playful banter? “I mean, I knew you were stupid ticklish, but your ears too? That’s kinda adorable.”

It took everything Red Son had to keep his hair from burning. Typically, he’d just let his locks react with his emotions, but that time was different. He didn’t really think Mk would appreciate getting burnt and having his sheets on fire. “Nyohohohoodle bohohoy! Gehet ohoff!”

He squirmed and twisted in the noodle boy’s arms, trying his hardest to get away from the tickles. He knew Mk was strong, but damn, that boy had a grip. Red tried to pry his friend’s arms off, but he just wouldn’t budge. That shit was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Thanks to the shoving, Mk’s attention was drawn to the demon’s hands. Maybe…oooo, it was definitely worth a try.

Wrapping his legs around Red’s waist to keep him pinned, Mk grabbed one of the boy’s hands. He pried Red Son’s hand open, gently scratching his palm. He was not disappointed.

“hEY- MK! Youhuhuhu BOHOHOZOHO!” Red jerked his arm, shocked at how ticklish the surface was. He knew that his powers made his hands a bit sensitive, but that was a whole new level of wow.

His giggling got very pitchy, little squeaks piercing the sound. Mk thought it was adorable, but Red Son wanted to combust. Literally.

The thrashing had grown wild, Red’s hair getting all frizzed up as he twisted around and tried to get out of the tickly hold. A few embers sparked around his fluff, fizzling out before they had a chance to do any harm. Just another thing to add to Mk’s long list of “Cute Red Son Quirks” he’d made.

“Palms too? Seriously, this is adorable. You’re adorable.” He’s trying to kill him… The ticklish boy squealed, the odd sensations mixed with the teasing doing him in.

If it were anyone else, they’d be covered in burn wounds and bite marks. Red only let his walls down around Mk. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he was touch-starved and especially adored Mk’s affections. Definitely not…

It was a miracle that nobody heard him; his laugh was loud and pitchy, randomly switching between giggles and frantic squeals. “Youhuhu- you nYOOHOHODLE BRAHAIN! R-REHEhehelease mehe at ohohonce!”

If he could think straight, he might have thought to try and stand up on the bed. His legs weren’t restrained, just drumming on the bed. That, however, was pretty much impossible; thoughts of “oh fuck that tickles” and “he’s so mean” and “this feels kinda nice” were taking over his mind. The mighty Red Son was a giggly puddle in the boy’s lap.

Mk decided he could be even more of a menace. Switching hands, he began to tickle the other palm while simultaneously blowing on the blushing boy’s ears. Red would forever doubt and dispute the snorty squeal that flew from his lips at the tickly combination. That was just cruel.

“NYAHOHOHOhohohoho! Youhuhu pehEHEHEhest!” He tried to scrunch up his shoulders, hoping to block the unfairly ticklish gusts. He just couldn’t quite get them up high enough, always leaving at least one ear exposed. Mk had known that Red Son was ticklish before that little encounter. He had not, however, known to what extent, nor did he know all the unusual and cute places that got the dramatic demon giggling.

That sound…whoooo. Mk could feel his own cheeks get a bit pink at the other boy’s reactions. He was glad Red couldn’t see his face; the color was slowly nearing tomato status. There was just something about his laugh that made Mk’s brain buzz and sent butterflies to his stomach. Best not to dwell on why… There was a very cute boy on his lap in need of a good tickling that required his attention anyway.

He would let his fingers wander, tracing Red’s wrists and arms every so often. The poor “victim’s” eyes were squeezed shut, both out of embarrassment and mirth. It gave Mk a lovely excuse to stare at his rosy cheeks and get lost in thought.

He looked amazing, even when he was laughing like a toddler. The way his nose crinkled as he snorted, the small embers that flicked about whenever he hit a good spot, his lips as they stretched into a wide smile… God, he needed to fix his brain.

Their silliness probably would have gone on for the rest of the evening. That is, until someone knocked at the door, both breaking the mood and interrupting their moment. “Mk, Red Boy? You guys good in there, we heard some noise!”

And just like that, it was over. Mk released Red’s hands, pulling him completely against his chest and turning them both away from the door. He knew that the demon wasn’t fully comfortable with being that vulnerable around the others, even Mei.

Rubbing small circles on the fiery boy’s palms, Mk pulled a blanket over them, pretty much concealing everything except the tops of their heads. She probably wouldn't come in, but just in case. “Yeah, we’re good! Just watched a movie, goofed off a little!”

“Okay, dinner’s in a half hour! Pigsy’s making your favorite!” The sounds of Mei’s confident stops down the stairs receded, leaving the pair in almost complete silence; Red Son was still giggling softly. Mk immediately got a bit worried, thinking it might have been too much. “You okay, Red? Did I go too far?”

Red Son just groaned into his shirt, surprisingly cuddling up next to him. He was tired, feeling soft, and just didn’t give a fuck in that moment. Mk was comfy, the bed was soft, and he was sleepy. That boy was gonna nap, whether Mk liked it or not.

A small sigh of relief escaped the small hero, followed by a soft chuckle. He was precious when he wasn’t threatening his friends’ lives… “Okay, I get it. You got twenty minutes, I’m not missing dinner.”

The sleepy boy muttered something before dozing off, drowning any embarrassment or pride in the softness of the covers and comfort of Mk’s homey scent. He hadn’t really minded the tickling; as much as he’d deny the fact, he kind of enjoyed it. Still, he was less than proud of some of the noises he had just made. Best to sleep it off…

Mk’s fingers twirled a strand of Red Son’s fluffy hair, remembering what had started the whole thing. He loved spending time with the demon and introducing him to all the qualities of friendship he had missed out on. Physical affection was his favorite, by far. And that…well, he decided that was his absolute favorite way of showing it.

The two relaxed in Mk's bed, enjoying each other's company after the giggly encounter. Mk made a mental note to explore more of those…uncommon spots that had made his friend so giggly. It wasn't a bad hangout. Honestly, his new favorite way to spend an afternoon…

#lmk tickle #lee!red son #ticklish!red son #ler!mk #ler!monkie kid #augtickletober 2023 #tickle fic #sfw tickling community #tickle #lego monkie kid tickle #lmk red son #lmk mk #augtickletober #tickletober

[haruchifuyu]

RATING TR FITS PT. 2 BC AGAIN WHY NOTTT!!!

Bandage edition!!

In (very dim)light of the new ep and them animating one of my fav panels of izana i am back

#7 i almost hate that im putting it this low bc he bodied this. Very keisuke esp w the crosses on it and that hes biting the bandage stop 😭😭 anyways i love the platforms sm. I do see the overall style as very bajicoded but also i feel like it should be a darker blue?? Either way he looks handsome 8.5/10 -1.5 for color scheme

#8 the crop top sent me into another dimension. No further comments(lie). Love the color scheme sm it matches his eyes perfectly. Such a cutie and the DOLPHINS AHHH. I love his hair like this. I also noticed the gears which was also on shinichiros fit which PLOT AF love to see it. Simple yet elegant, effective. I would maybe say 8/10 bc it is a little basic but it works very well for captain outlaw and his overall style

#9 I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE TW SNOWFLAKES UGH. im sick. Color scheme is so good and the sandals are cute. HOWEVER. i cant w the pose. Whenever wakui does this in his arts it throws me off sm it just looks so dumb IM SORRY!!! Gives me pants down over buttcheeks walking at a 90° angle vibes and it looks ridiculous. I love chifuyu but 7.5/10 -2.5 for pose

#10 okay, do not get me wrong i like it but i think that there are many better oa’s of mikey. Im not a huge fan of the outer coat but i do love the inner part of the coat and how they contrast each other. This one is just not my favorite. I would say probably 6/10 for blandness

Now unfortunately we move to last place and do not maim me but

#11 im sorry but there is rly nothing abt this that i like. I think the shoes would be cool on their own but they dont match w the rest of the outfit. I dont think the colors match well w draken either, i see him as more like yellow/orange/red i guess?? I would argue again that there are much better oa’s of him and im just not a fan!! Also the pose and bandage placements. I WILL give bonus points bc i do like the dragons. I feel like its at least a little more creative than mikeys. Probably 5.5-6/10 bc i dont think this looks like draken’s style at all besides the dragons on it.

I really really wish they wouldve done one for kazutora he wouldve been so good for this. ANYWAYSSS thank u all for the support!! Ive never had an acct for smth like this but ive been a fan of the series for years now and have to get my thoughts out to someone. :))

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #baji keisuke #chifuyu matsuno #draken #ken ryuguji #manjiro sano #mikey sano #hanagaki takemichi

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 14 Derision

Spoilers Below

-WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE!?

-Umm Marinette? You okay?

-Have some cereal with your milk.

-Yea something is up with Marinette.

-Marinette's bike is cool.

-Okay adrinette hand holding is cute. But something seems wrong here

-Okay so she reacted seeing an image of Kim... okay weird.

-Okay ... Marinette is having a panic attack. That feels a bit too real

-Bugs! Locker full of bugs. But what does it have to do with...

-Marinette freaked out hard. and Kim says thats her normal reaction to pranks... Kim? What the fuck?! What did you do?

-Of COURSE the akuma shows up now

-"Panic" Oh damn thats a good name for an akuma. But I know Marinette would never get akumatized (especially at this point) But I really want some art interpretations of that form

-So Marinette is having a flashback while Monarch be trying to work on akumatization... How does that work?

-Okay so Marinette had a crush on Kim in 8th grade... Wow someone somewhere owes Lunian some money.

-Marinette with her hair down! Not a drill. Flashbacks matter

-Marinette of 8th grade doesnt want to go to school... Oh wow it feels like origins. Does Sabine KNOW how bad it is? Why not just let her change schools?

-Chloé bullied Marinette, but that was already known...

-JEEZ! Bugs in the locker. Seriously!? Where did chloe make sabrina get those

-And Damacles is a f***ing asshole

-Oh Jeez, Mendeleiev still a harsh b****

-Oh come on! Someone give Marinette a break

-Wait... Kim just thought these were NORMAL Reactions to pranks. He thought these were Okay?!

-Okay wow, yea Mendeleiev and Damocles are garbage. Sure hope no one thought they were better teachers than Ms.Bustier. That would sure suck.

-Chloé is really no different then how she has been all season or season 1

-Juleka looks ready to throw hands. So I really cant hate any of the other students in the class, they seem scared of Chloé, and honestly seeing what I saw. I dont blame them.

-Mylene out right said "Chloé's mom leaving is no excuse. My mom left and I aint a bitch." Go off Queen

-At least Juleka, Rose and Mylene talked to Marinette and were kind

-Kim actually offered his swim trunks to her. Well that is kind of sweet in a himbo way.

-Chloé really just decided to hate on Marinette.

-Damn Socqueline! You defend Marinette. Maybe thats why Marinette wears her hair like that.

-So Socqueline is a year older confirmed. And it does explain the deeper lore about her knowing her mom.

-Tonto. Hehehehehehe

-For a change? So the implication is that Marinette has crushes before. Makes sense. Marinette at this point seems like the type to develop crushes on anyone nice to her.

-Kim doesnt really get when Pranks are pranks and Pranks are... well TOO far. OMG he is the "Its just a prank Bro" type

-Sabrina was watching.... oh this can only end poorly

-Oh... oh no. No no no no no no no.

-Kim you are really an idiot. And not in the endearing himbo way.

-Marinette didnt have a plan back then... Oh! This is gonna result in a trauma where she needs to... Oh wow this is gonna be traumatic af.

-Socqueline is like a big sister to her. Poor thing already can see this going poorly

-This looks like an adorable time. The marikim looks adorable, yet all I can think about is how Chloe will ruin it.

-Oh no, Kim. Please dont do this.

-IT HAD BUGS IN IT! KIM! KIM!!! IN WHAT WORLD DID YOU THINK THIS WAS AN OKAY PRANK?! THAT WAS 8 TYPES OF FUCKED UP. I DONT CARE HOW CONVINCING CHLOÉ IS. YOU ABSOLUTE GARBAGE MEATHEAD!!

-Welp... Chloé has done some f***ed up things. But Wow. This really is her at her worst. Like damn. That is just... And here I thought Lila was bad.

-So Astruc, you really needed to drive the point home on why you hate chloé. You REALLY drove it home. But really

-Socqueline Out here for the save! At the very least saving Marinette from ABSOLUTE eternal shame. Put some respect on this character that only appeared this season.

-Kim REALLY doesnt get how f***ed that was. Its a sad day when a Himbo is more dumb than kind. That just make him an idiot.

-Marinette needs a hug.

-So this explains everything about Why Marinette knows absolutely everything about adrien early on. Well except for the fact he is chat noir. But yea. It was actually TRAUMA!

-"And that he is not friends with Chloé." Yea Adrien, buddy. You might want to completely burn that bridge now. Side note, this completely contextualizes Origins and why Marinette assumed the worst about Adrien off the bat. Damn. This was deep. A little exposition heavy... but deep

-And Chloé gets Socqueline because she broke her phone. Well Damocles. You are officially s*** in my eyes. Even Darker owl seems less slay to me. YOU RUINED DARKOWL FOR ME YOU BASTARD

-She got suspended for two weeks. That sucks

-Wow, so was that flashback instant? Or was Monarch just patiently watching that flashback ENGROSSED by it?

-She broke free by working through the source of her trauma in a matter of seconds... Okay.

-Oh damn! Ondine and Adrien look ready to throw hands at Kim. And Justifiably so.

-Kim... You done goofed. You really are an idiot and My opinion of you is trash.

-Adrien going full arthur anger meme. PUNCH HIM ADRIEN. PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE

-Dude doesnt even swim with his goggles.

-Monarch really said "If I gotta settle, I can at least spin it to make it sound better than it is."

-Dark Humor, Hehe instead of Dark cupid. Clever. Cause his sense of humor is dark. Also CHAT NOIR HAS A REASON TO PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE.

-Its twisted that he gets his old power

-Also... was he wearing that in the pool? That thing is waterproof? Neat.

-I like the updated costume. But I hate kim right now

-Adrien is ready to throw hands.

-Chat noir wants to beat Kim's ass today. SLAY KITTY SLAY

-YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Chat noir giving Dark Humor the Two Piece No Biscuit.

-He gonna cataclysm him! oh sh*t. Chat noir really felt regret about accidentally cataclysming Monarch, but now ready to erase kim. Yea I completely understand. Valid.

-Ladybug understably needed to stop him... But that caused him to get hit with the goofy arrow. Damn

-Ladybug had to detransform and retransform quick. Tikki really sped ate her cookie today.

-She got jokes

-And Ladybug's plan faked him out and now he got a toilet on his head

-Ladybug may also be using this as a chance to work stuff out.

-The ladynoir is cute. But Chat noir was still 100% justified in his beating of dark humor... Except the cataclysm. But I get why he was ready to use it.

-Well at least Kim is owning up to his s***. He is still an idiot. But He is a himbo. But yea, still a dick move early on Kim. Path to redemption Kim. (still forgave him too quickly.) But Ondine will beat his ass if he doesnt stick to it.

-This Adrinette is adorable and sweet and understanding.

-Trauma is still there. Guess she isnt completely over it, which is understandable. It will take some time (or like 3 episodes)

-Adrien went to chloé. Oh damn. You go boy

-Yea, this chloé is season 4-5 chloé alright. Nothing surprising here. She is just vile

-Sabrina looked annoyed at that speech. (Sabrina will remember that)

-Adrien is officially done. He ended it there officially. Friendship over.

_____________________________________________________________

So I have a LOT of thoughts on this.

For one, Every adult in miraculous is an idiot. Sabine, its good you has Socqueline there to help... but that doesnt really mean s***. This is where you work with the school to have her change classes, or even schools. 3 years of that treatment is enough.

Also, Damocles. You gutless coward. Even if it did cost you your job. The fact you let yourself get controlled to let your STUDENTS suffer is gross.

And Kim... Kim you are an idiot. The fact that you didnt even think that a prank like that was too far?! Adrien was more than justified in a cataclysm. But you did apologize and promised to THINK about the consequences. Plus you are a kid. I can forgive. But THIN ICE MY GUY

Chloé, yea season 2 and Season 3 chloé might as well be a completely different character than this chloé. Zoe appeared after harnessing any decency Chloé has left. But yea, I dont care for this chloé. Not gonna defend this chloé.

So this does explain a LOT about Marinette's more cautious personality. But it also doesnt make sense in a way that Marinette didnt really think things through before. Because if thats the case... then the thing that made her a good ladybug was because of a crippling trauma?! I feel like this maybe should have fleshed out younger marinette more.

Socqueline really was like an older sister to Marinette, but sadly it feels like her inclusion without mention before makes this feel like this traumatic event wasnt planned from the get go as the reason Marinette is how she is. Also after what happened to Socqueline. How could Tom and Sabine allow Marinette to go to that school again?! Seriously. Especially after KNOWING Chloé would be in Marinette's class in origins.

Side note, Adrien was 100% perfect this episode. Loved him. Ondine too. I do wish Civilian adrien did get ONE punch on Kim tho. Just one.

Chat noir laying a beating though was great.

Right, so even though I enjoyed the episode to an extent... I cant say it leaves the show in a better place. If anything, I think it leaves things much worse off.

6/10

3 points for the adrinette moments

2 points for Chat noir laying a beating on Kim

1 point because Kim apologized.

Overall I dont like the direction of things this implies

#ml derision #ml derision spoilers #miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #gale reviews #I am a bit pissed

[moabunnie]

TxT When You’re On Your Period ❤️

My take on the boys reacting to you on your period!

Warnings: your period lol

Hope you enjoy~

~

Soobin

Such a sweetheart, but I think he would panic just a lil bit

“Do I need to go buy you something??”

And you assure him you’re okay

Until you change your mind like 5 minutes later

But then you change your mind again and tell him not to

You’re very indecisive about it lol

When you’re cramping he just feels so sad he can’t take the pain away

He lets you squeeze his hand when you’re cramping

“You have to do this for HOW LONG???? 😳”

Soobs a little shocked that periods feel so awful for like a week

And that you basically do it once a month

“Girls are so tough wow”

Puts on funny shows/movies in hopes it will distract you from pain

Eats ice cream with you (you knew I had to had this)

You sleep a LOT on your period, so he feels like he is your sleep guardian lol always watching over you

Always putting blankets over you and putting a pillow under your head

And sometimes a lil stuffed animal 🥺

And when you’re period is finally over, he takes a breath of relief until realizing he has to do it again in a month

Yeonjun

He’s s u a v e

Takes everything so seriously and does everything calmly

But he is a guy, so he doesn’t understand/think things through sometimes

“Can we take a bath together to make you feel better?🥺”

Baby… Junnie… I am literally bleeding”

“Oh yeah😔”

You are very clingy and just want to cuddle Yeonjun all the time

But he’s afraid he’s going to hurt you lol

He will very gently hold you. No squeezing whatsoever because he is afraid you will pop

But he WILL give you lil tummy and back rubs

Brings you anything and everything when you ask

Need tampons? He will grab ur tampon box and hand you one, like a cool guy 😎

Even though he handed you the wrong size

Makes you tea before bed

And forces you to drink it all bc if you don’t then in his eyes you still be “sick” forever

Beomgyu

He doesn’t have a sister, so

He’s chill about it, but also very confused about some things

“How do you put a pad on?”

And when you show him, he is just amazed

“Can I put the pad on for you-” “Beomgyu get out”

Obviously being the little brat he is, he would purposely tease you by like stealing your food or something else small

But once you start crying over it he’s like “yo what did I do omg”

He ofc runs to your side and gives you all the hugs and kisses you need and also gives you more food

He will just steal the food when you aren’t looking

Always is trying to make you laugh

When you’re trying to sleep, he plays with your hair and sings to you 🥺

He tries very hard to not annoy you during this time of month because he understands how bad it is for you

He’s trying his best to be there for you when you need him <3

When you’re off your period tho he’s absolutely gonna say “oh thank god it’s over”💀

Taehyun

Personally, I feel like tae would try to avoid you 💀💀

Like maybe not even intentionally, but if he knows you’re on your period, he might try not to talk to you as much because he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings accidentally somehow ?

But he will absolutely cuddle you

And do anything you ask him to do

He will sing for you too 🥺 cute lil love songs maybe he even wrote them just for you

He just doesn’t wanna stress you out more :(

“Taehyun, can we eat candy for dinner?”

Even tho he’s a gym junkie, he’s absolutely going to eat candy with you for “dinner” 💀

If you’re cramping he’s immediately going to get you an ice pack or a heating pad

“Baby sit up I got this for you”

And just helps adjust you until you’re comfy af

He will use ur legs as pillows tho <3

“My lil ketchup packet”

You: 🤨🤨🤨

“Ok I will be quiet now”

HueningKai

This man has two sisters so he’s gotta know at least a little about periods lmfao

Brings you all his plushies (and I mean ALL) when he can’t be right next to you

He doesn’t want you to feel lonely lol

“Do you want me to go get food? Or sweets? Or-” and just lists every thing possible

Like soobin, he’s very sad he can’t take your pain away :(

Tummy rubs or no tummy rubs? That is the question

Well it’s up to you and how bad you’re hurting lol

Texts his sisters to ask questions

Might have a tiny mental breakdown because he doesn’t know how to help ??

If you cry, he’s gonna just bundle you up like a lil baby and give you so many kisses until you stop

Sometimes he forgets you’re on your period so he will attempt to play wrestle

Which ends up in you panicking with your arms up in defense yelling “ NO NO NO NO NO”

and then he will feel really bad and kiss you some more lol

“I’m sorry my daring” 🥺🥺

He would get curious about things though and start asking random questions

“So… why are periods a thing” or “do you really bleed that much or are you all lying”

You just Kinda… “😐Kai just Google it”

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[sugar-omi]

as a black girlie i wanna ramble ab how cove would be w a black s/o

he don't know nothing bout no 2 step ‼️‼️ tried ONCE and literally fell over (don't worry baby i can't do it either)

we ardy know he loves to eat, but i think he really hankers down on some soul food. put bro in front of some collard greens, baked mac n cheese and chicken and he's SET. you seen that one tiktok of the guy on thanksgiving w his black gf and his face was all in the plate? that's cove

OMG OMG HELPS YOU DO YOUR HAIR AND DECIDE YOUR NEXT STYLE IF YOU'RE INDECISIVE LIKE ME

i could ramble more but idk if you'll relate or like... enjoy it so imma stop here ;-;

OMG YES PLEASE IVE BEEN THINKING ABT THIS TOO

I do relate on the hair front (we eat like basic trash americans over here I'm ngl 💀💀💀) but like put down anything in front of cove?? he's devouring it, he won't even ask what it is he just knows it smells good n tastes even better

IVE SEEN RHAT VIDEO YOURE TALKING ABT AGES AGO N I MEANT TO SHARE IT if I find it ill add the link

I SAW ANOTHER ONE TOO the guy had sauce all over his face n he was just eating w his hands (he had like a thing of ribs or smth w a bone so that made sense lmao)

but lkke he abandoned all civilty, man's was gonna eat n he was gonna do it EFFICIENTLY it was so sweet, he even thanked her mom like 😭😭😭

I couldn't help laughing it was too funny n so cute man's was actually in heaven

but ykw every video I've seen of someone eating soul food, they devour it omfg

i saw one woman cooking for her Korean in laws n the parents had a little bit of everything n were in awe watching her cook n they. threw. DOWN

I just know they went back home a couple pounds heavier bc that food did look good af

BUT I CONSTANTLY THINK ABT COVE DOING YOUR HAIR

now I don't have very course hair, my hair is 3B but reallyyyy thick. like my classmate even said I have more edges than people have hair, which is rlly funny

but before I cut my hair it was like down to my butt, and now that I've been able to take care of it its gotten thicker

so imagine making cove detangle and wash your hair n put in product n braid it for you.

like especially when my hair was long, I wished someone would just come do my hair bc it's such a strain on my arms

so imagine cove sitting in the bathroom or in the tub w you to help with your routine, and he's so gentle that depending on your hair type you gotta tell him to be a bit rougher bc he's not getting the job done

he's just so afraid of ruining your hair or smth pls hes very paranoid rn💀😭

better to start with him putting in your products and letting him comb out your hair once you're done w detangling n stuff like that

omg he does help take your braids out

I braided my hair into micro braids n please.... I was ready to cut at the root bc that was irritating to take out. I was combing my hair n almost snatching my head off my shoulders bc I missed a braid 🪦🪦🪦

his braids are so bad omfg.... there's definitely pieces of hair sticking out

eventually though I think he becomes so good at it and before you know it he's a braid master !!

also yeah there isn't a dancing bone in his body but ykw he's gonna learn at least one move!!!!

imma have to find it but there's this old dude that rlly buckled down on one move n that's so cove I think

yout family definitely keeps pulling him in to dance and he just cant keep up.... that's the white in him /j

#olba #cove holden #cove holden x reader #black reader

[buckyalpine]

Angel

18+ minors dni

This was so sweet @kingfleury​ if you imagined it differently, I’m more than happy to revisit this, such a cute request! 

Warnings; Fluff!!! Lil bit of angst (past sad bucky), implied smut

Word count:740

This is adorable AF because Bucky’s never felt love like this before. He was a charmer in the 40’s. He had so many plans to settle down after the war but of course none of that ever happened. After years of trauma and pain, he never revisited the idea, it’d be ridiculous of him to think someone would settle down with him. He didn’t care to put in the effort anyways.

He was too damaged. Too broken.

Just too much of everything. Until you walked into his life.

He didn’t know what he was searching for until he met you.

You were an absolute angel. You walked into his life during one of his harder days.

***

You’d only recently joined the team, making your way to the gym when you couldn’t fall asleep. Bucky sat on the mat, his head between his knees, he’d destroyed the last few punching bags but the pain he felt only seeped in deeper.

“James?”

Bucky offered you a small smile but his eyes were broken. You don’t hesitate like the others to sit near him. You follow what your heart tells you to do.

“Can I give you a hug?”

He didn’t know why he said yes, he wasn’t comfortable with people touching him but he needed it. He’d always avoided people touching him because he could tell they felt uncomfortable, worried he wouldn’t want to be touched. He needed to be held, he wanted someone to carry him like a baby and tell him everything was going to be okay.

The dam broke as soon as your arms wrapped around him, his muffled cries buried in the crook of your neck. You soothed him, rubbing his back, cradling his head as he sobbed, clinging onto you like his life line, his angel.

***

The sound of your voice easily put him to sleep.

The touch of your hands made him feel safe.

The softness of your skin was his favourite thing to hold onto.

He’d been around for a long time, met people from all around the world and yet none of them were like you.

“What are you looking at Bucky” You giggled, carding your fingers through his hair, his head on your lap while he gazed up at you.

“You” Bucky whispered shyly, turning over so he could bury his face in your tummy. He loved the warmth of your body, the scent of your perfume.

“Hmm, comfy soldier?” You smirked as he wrapped his arms around you, trying to shove his face in further. “B-Bucky that tickles!”

He loves the way you squirm, laughing while he cuddles and hugs you, he shoves his face under your shirt, nuzzling into your bare skin.

“You’re an angel” Bucky smiled, loving the little giggles that slipped through your lips. “My angel”

*****

He’s always thinking of you wherever he goes and he never comes back empty handed when he goes away from missions.

“Bubba you didn’t have to get me anything”

“Just look at it y/n” Bucky chuckles as you unwrap the little gift on your lap; a small note book filled with pressed flowers he’d picked from the different places he’d gone to. Each page with a little message about what he’d been thinking about and how much he missed being away from you.

You spend the rest of the day curled up in his arms, in pure disbelief you have the softest teddy bear for a boyfriend. Little do you know, its hardly enough for him. He would do anything, absolutely anything to give you at least a tenth of the love he feels from you, and it never feels like its enough.

*****

He loves to wake up first. He loves your sweet face when your tucked in his arms, still fast asleep, your hair tangled from hours of love making the night before. Your warm skin is pressed against his, his hand rubbing up and down your soft silky skin. 

He doesn’t understand how someone can be so perfect from your nose to your lips, to the the cute little sounds that leave your lips, floating somewhere in a dream. He gives you the softest kisses, not wanting to wake you up but not being able to resist you either. 

His heart flutters, thinking about the little velvet box he’s been holding onto, sitting in his bedside table. 

Any day now.

It had to be perfect. 

He loves his angel.

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[ranchycowgirllover]

Alright I gotta a Vaggie re-design

I made her blue, I gave her more muscles , and I gave her shorts + boots. The blue is just an aesthetic thing that I like there was no real reason behind that. However her outfit change and hair cut were done because as cute as original Vaggie was it didn’t really make sense with her whole fighter protector of the hotel vibe she had going on. What she was wearing was not practical in the slightest I fucking can’t with that giant ass bow that doesn’t even pull her hair back. Also what’s with the no shoes stockings you ain’t protecting shit with no shoes idc if your a demon. Like it’s a very cute outfit and I like it just doesn’t fit the character in my opinion. I also gave her some fur to sort of reference moths but to be honest I didn’t do much with the supposed moth theme Vaggie is said to have.

I did do a sketch of this Vaggie in a similar outfit.

Alright so that’s design stuff I’m gonna talk about her character and how she’s written.

I think she’s written fine enough, nothing terrible so far. I think I’d make it a little more obvious that her and Charlie are a couple. I’d also remove her whole exposition dump about Alastor it’s ruins the suspense keep his lore vague. Now I have seen the complaint that Vaggie only speaks Spainish is when she’s pissed off. If I was writing Vaggie I think have her say stuff in Spanish to Charlie like during the scene before the interview like maybe lines like “this is serious” or “It’s all highlighted” could be spoken in Spainish, y’know little lines here and there so you get the idea that she’s Hispanic because me personally I didn’t put together that she was until Angels line “don’t get your taco in twist” and that line would make more sense and hit harder if we know before hand she’s Hispanic.

That’s all for in show now for her lore~

Now unlike Angel and Alastor we don’t have anything concrete on she died. But in the past another theming in her design aside from the moths was suicide so based on this we can assume she took her own life. The X on her eye (x’s have been to show the injury that did someone in like in Alastor’s case) so this information makes me think she shot herself in the eye. That’s my theory at least.

Off topic but her old eye color made her look high af

I’m gonna go now I’m thinking Cherri Bomb re design next

#vivziepop critical #fuck vivziepop #hazbin critical #hazbin redesign #hazbin critique

[lurkingteapot]

Last Twilight ภาพนายไม่เคยลืม Ep 9

This episode was a LOT. I found myself thinking "wait, if this is episode nine, what's going to happen in episode 11?!" but then I thought, well, if we compare the structure of Last Twilight to Bad Buddy (which I invariably do because those are the two 12-ep-shows of P'Aof's that I've watched), this is the … hit a snag, get past it, hit a LARGER snag part of the story arc, isn't it. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

Liveblog:

guys, can you not make a scene at someone else's wedding??

so Night, what, caused the accident?

did Day see something he shouldn't have?

okay this is … like. I see why Night would blame himself, and it's convenient for Day to blame Night, but. It's not Night's fault. It's like … sure, this might not have happened if Night hadn't had to throw up, but that doesn't mean it's Night's fault? When he got in that car, I honestly worried he might've drunkenly thought it'd be funny to hold Day's eyes closed or something, but this? Day, I know you were on a toll road or something, but even so I was yelling at my screen for you to pull over from the second Night made the first retchy noise. And for Day to resent him for getting out of it with his sight intact and with, y'know, character growth? that's … unfortunately realistic but also. Oh Day. Oh Night. Boys.

OH wow so Day has that much insight at least?

he said เด็กเดียว there, right?? gotta rewatch and check

wow Day WOW you've got some things to work through here

the "sorry" bit is food for a LOT of "ways in which siajai and sorry aren't identical" commentary and I once again salute GMM's translation team

OHHH good job apologising

oh so she didn't start out rich and famous? sorry for misjudging, P'Mon

love these not-so-subtle "travel to southern Thailand, we have great food" plugs here

oh not AGAIN with the product placement

the way Day looks, I bet this smells the same

a museum?

an ARTIST so that's why the hair?

Day, you're an ass, you realise right?

I mean it does sorta feel like he's just hanging on to all the resentment towards Night so he doesn't have to deal with the fact that it was random and could've happened in a million different ways?

ahaha see! Long hair = artist!

oh I love the angle they shot this from here

is Pla teaching Mawk to make southern food??

is Mawk gonna move on to actually being a chef, too? is there anything he can't do? (for real though I love that Mawk is getting to see that there's options for him)

are they both gonna move South in the end?

you can SEE him thinking about whether to ask if there'll be a next time

HAH

… so much for three months, huh

I love the touristy stuff in these few eps

the music is creepy af

OH

random white guy a named David

phuak-you GOD I love neopronouns

Cherry Guest, huh

adfasdfads the MANY FIRSTS convo, what a BBS ep 11 parallel (sobbing)

there we gooooo

you're so far apart, boys, c'mon

THAT'S MORE LIKE IT

(I have many thoughts on the way they set up this scene in regards to Day's agency, none of them coherent, and just. Good job folks.)

I LOVE them oh they're cute

Mawk already trying to start something again 😂

I love how they keep making a point in how there's no knowing the ending before it ends

kinda re: point a few minutes back, but it's wonderful how Mawk has … idk, Mawk has seen he has talents and OPTIONS (which is something I don't feel like he really ever felt he had) which allow him to risk his current job in order to take Day to see the last twilight on Mt Khuha

Mawk is so annoyed by the weather's non-cooperation, I love him so much

honestly I love the view as is, but I also get Mawk's disappointment/upset

oh I love this

it feels very final episode-y though which WORRIES me

is he gonna bring this back to not having seen Mawk's body-- yeah

"last picture" that's a theme song call back

oh Mawk, so touched, huh

ilu Jimmy but you're still not the best at pretending to cry, though I guess the smiling through tears is pretty close

annnd that's it, his sight has gone, huh

I know the blocking probably is done for ~reasons but I still wish they'd moved closer to each other here

oh no, the preview REALLY worries me

I'm so glad my hunch that Night didn't actually actively do anything to make Day resent him that much played out as correct. Now for shit to hit the fan next week when their mum gets involved.

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