#oh and my dogs got poisoned by the person they were staying with

[ningningsdream]

the villain in your story | part thirty eight

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FRIDAY NIGHT

"i can't believe we're already at the end of this trip.", you said, sitting down on the couch between jaemin and donghyuck.

"i feel like it was yesterday i almost peed myself in jaemin's car.", jeno joked, earning a laugh from everyone.

"shouldn't have fallen asleep after asking me to stop.", jaemin replied, sassily.

you nudged him with a chuckle, "that was mean. you should've woken him up."

"he brought it upon himself."

"you also should've let someone else drive."

"i was doing fine really, i had my coffee."

"your infamous poison? yeah, i heard about that. that's why i don't wanna try your kgb. your taste buds seems kind of messed up.", you teased.

"kgb tastes better than whatever you're drinking.", he retorted. seeing your perplexed look, he held his cup towards you and said, "try it."

you accepted the offer and took a sip of his drink, letting the beverage coat your tongue. it wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. it was actually quite sweet. your brain suddenly wondered if he would taste like that if you kissed him. you shook your head slightly, trying to shake your thoughts away, "it's alright.", you commented, giving jaemin his cup back.

"what was your favorite activity this week?", jimin asked everyone as the attention of the room turned towards her.

"wakeboarding was great.", jeno answered.

"bike railing was cool too but yeah wakeboarding was just so refreshing.", donghyuck agreed.

"i can't believe y/n held on longer than any of us.", jeno said.

"i found my talent. i think i should become a professional wakeboarder.", you said proudly.

"now, don't get ahead of yourself. you stayed up twenty more seconds.", donghyuck brought you back to reality which made you turn towards him as you brought your hand into a fist and hit his arm playfully.

"personally, i loved the alpacas.", jimin said.

"oh my god, yes!! they were so cute and funny.", you exclaimed in excitement.

"that's because they loved you.", donghyuck rolled his eyes, his grudge against the animals still present.

"just say you're jealous you got spit on the most.", minjeong teased.

"they just have no taste.", donghyuck huffed.

"you're just bitter.", your pun gained a reaction from pretty much everyone, even donghyuck's offended expression turned into a 'i have to admit that was a good one' type of face.

"i loved tree climbing.", minjeong said, "too bad we couldn't do it all together it would've been pretty funny."

"next time.", jeno said, "we should do this again."

"definitely!", jimin agreed along with the rest of the group.

"what about you, jaemin? what did you like most?", donghyuck asked his friend, trying to hide his teasing tone.

"i liked our free day a lot.", jaemin answered, looking at you. somehow the gaze he gave you was different than the usual ones. this one made you want to lean into him as you were sure your ears were turning red and not from the alcohol. your friends looked at each other knowingly, trying to be discreet.

"it was nice, yeah, the place we visited were so breathtaking and the puppies! oh my god, the puppies! i swear there was one that looked just like jeno.", you said, trying to collect yourself from the overwhelming cuteness of the memories.

"at this point, he looks like so many dogs he became one.", donghyuck said.

"yah! i'll bite you for real.", jeno jokingly said, launching at donghyuck and tickling him. the commotion was so big that you had to scoot closer to jaemin, who put a protective arm around you in case you accidentally get hit by a hand or elbow.

they settled down after donghyuck admitted his defeat and you all continued talking about your trip, from all the funny moments to the ones that made you angry or sad and you somehow ended up in a much deeper conversations than you intended to. you all started talking about your love lives and you ended learning a little bit more personal stuff about everyone.

"i've never been broken up with so i don't really know how it feels.", jimin said in reaction to something donghyuck had said.

"never?", donghyuck exclaimed, eyes as big as they could get.

"you go queen! no one deserves you.", you said, pointing at your friend and blowing her a kiss. yes, you were a little tipsy.

"no but breaking up with someone isn't easy neither.", jimin said.

"yes, but let's be for real, being broken up with hurts more.", jeno retorted.

"depends, really.", minjeong said.

"okay, okay, what's the worse break up you've ever experience?", jimin asked.

jaemin and jeno immediately looked at each other, knowing what each other's answer was gonna be. you felt the air become a little heavier as the only people in the room that didn't know were jimin and minjeong.

"finding out she was cheating on me with my best friend after i find her half naked in his closet.", jaemin said, his throat dry.

"finding out she was cheating on me with my best friend after he found her half naked in my closet.", jeno said, earning a gasp from the two girls.

"shit, that's wild.", minjeong exclaimed as jimin stayed quiet, shocked by the revelation.

"yeah.", was the only thing you managed to say in order to not seem suspicious. you weren't supposed to know about this.

"what about you all?", jeno asked, trying to shift the conversation to not make everything awkward. they were far above it after all.

"girlie had me begging and sobbing while she was comforting me. most embarrassing moment of my life.", minjeong said as she shook her head, flashbacks of that particular memory appearing in her brain.

"she broke up with me via domino's.", donghyuck said with a little voice, so soft that you barely heard it.

"domino's??", you exclaimed, confused.

jeno was trying hard not to explode in laughter as jaemin hid his giant smile behind his hand.

"she had a pizza delivered to my house and it had pepperonis arranged to say 'we're done'."

"oh my god! no way!", you exclaimed, trying to not laugh, "that's...harsh."

"that's not even all of it.", jaemin said, encouraging donghyuck to continue the story.

"when i ask her for an explanation, like the pepperonis weren't enough, she told me 'i have to get the message through since all you pay attention to are your stupid video games and food'."

"oof.", you couldn't contain it anymore. you burst out laughing which made jaemin and jeno laugh along with you. jimin and minjeong were still trying to hide their laugh.

"it's alright, you can laugh too. honestly, i deserved it.", donghyuck said to the two girls who didn't hesitate to finally laugh.

"oh my god, that was unexpectedly funny.", you said, wiping your tears away.

"what about you, y/n?", jeno turned towards you after calming himself down.

"i didn't have any bad break ups really so far...but i did go out with a guy for a long time, so naturally we've talked about our future and it led to a discussion about marriage. he told me he wasn't a big fan of it and doesn't think he'd ever want to get married, which i understood, i don't really mind that. two years after our break up, he got engaged to his new girlfriend."

"ouch.", donghyuck exclaimed with a grimace.

"yeah, i know.", you sighed. jaemin grabbed your hand in comfort, intertwining your fingers and rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand. you sent him a thankful smile and leaned your head on his shoulder, "what is something you will never do again?"

"date men.", minjeong said with a disgusted face, "no offense.", she added looking at the three men present in the room.

"break up with a guy on the same day he learned his grandmother died.", jimin said.

"what?", you exclaimed as all of you looked at her in shock, "you did not!"

"i didn't know!", jimin replied with an exaggerated pained expression.

"i'd never make jaemin angry again.", donghyuck said, only half joking.

"yah.", jaemin said jokingly, in a warning tone.

"what? why? is he scary when he's mad?", you asked donghyuck before turning to jaemin, "are you scary?", you teased.

"he's really scary.", donghyuck said in a teasing tone.

"don't cross the line.", jaemin warned with a hint of a teasing tone.

"then tell us what you'd never do again then?", donghyuck asked jaemin.

"fall for the same girl as my friend.", jaemin sighed.

"i'm seconding that.", jeno said.

"damn, girlie traumatized the two of you.", minjeong said.

"she two timed us. complicated story.", jeno said, explaining what happened in a short monologue.

"damn, the audacity.", jimin said.

you nodded, agreeing with jimin's statement. all eyes turned to you, waiting for your answer to the question, "i would have to third what the guys said."

"what?", donghyuck exclaimed, "when was it? who was it? i want the tea!"

"it was a long time ago and it was a bit complicated. not as much as you two.", you started, addressing jeno and jaemin, "i just found out we liked the same guy so i backed out. it was hard to get over it but eventually i found someone else so..."

you continued talking all together, exchanging stories from your past and what you planned to do in the future. the conversations kept going until really late and you started to feel yourself doze off on jaemin's shoulder, "i think i'm gonna go to sleep, i'm really hammered right now.", you said, standing up, and letting go of jaemin's hand, which you didn't know you were still holding onto. you bid your goodnights to everyone before walking towards your room. you weren't drunk or anything you didn't drink enough for that but you were really tired, your body felt like it was floating and your eyelids were really heavy.

"wait up.", someone called behind you and you felt a hand slip in yours as jaemin appeared next to you.

"aren't you staying with the others?"

"i wanted to ask you something and i think i'm gonna go to bed after that as well."

you two entered your shared room, hand in hand, "what is it?", you asked as jaemin closed the door behind the two of you.

"when you liked the same guy as your friend, was it in high school?", his question made you freeze on the spot.

did he know?

"yeah.", you simply answered, trying to keep your cool.

"was it donghyuck?", his second question relieved you a little on one hand but confused you on the other.

you turned to face him with a face full of questions, "why are you so obsessed with donghyuck and i?", there was no hint of annoyance or disgust in your tone. it was rather playful and teasing, full of curiosity as well.

"i just want to make sure of something.", jaemin said, taking a step closer to you.

you didn't know what made you so confident suddenly, maybe you were too tired to put up a front and push your feelings away, "make sure of what?"

"that there's no competition.", he answered, taking another step closer to you.

the two of you were, now, chest to chest, you know what was going to happen if you asked the question that was burning your mind. in fact, you didn't have to ask it, you already know the answer but were you ready to hear it? that was another question for yourself and you didn't have the time, nor the energy to think about that right now.

"...for what?", the words left your mouth almost in a whisper, just for the two of you to hear.

jaemin brought his free hand to your cheek, lifting your face a little so he could look at into your eyes. one thing about jaemin that would never change was that he would never shy away from eyes contact, "for you."

"to answer your question, no it wasn't hyuck.", you contemplated a moment before adding, "actually, it was you.", for a moment, there was hint of hope in jaemin's eyes that reminded you that he wasn't supposed to look at you like that, and that guilt that was gone for a moment came back, "...but it was a long time ago, so i'm over it now. don't worry.", you forced yourself to smile softly, "goodnight, jaemin.", you stepped back and away from him to walk towards the bed.

jaemin grabbed your hand right back after you let go of it, pulling you back to facing him, "you're doing it again.", he whispered.

you dared to look up into his eyes, "doing what?", you asked in a small voice.

the few seconds it took him to answer you felt like he was digging deep into your soul. your eyes shyed away for a second as he said, "you're putting a wall between us. i don't know know if you're playing with me or not."

you licked your dry lips, biting on your lower one as if you were trying to hold yourself from saying something you'd regret later and finally looked back up at him. his eyes never left you. one of his hands was still holding onto yours as his other one made its way up to cup your cheek. your lips parted and your breath got caught in your throat once you felt his cold hand on your skin. it was like the two of you gravitated towards each other without knowing it. at some point, you became really aware of his warm breath of your lips. your first mistake was to glance down, you were mere millimeters apart, one move from either of you and you would know the feeling of his lips on yours. your second mistake was to actually lean in, it was like you couldn't stop yourself but you realized what you were doing quick enough to take a huge step back, saying, "i can't...i'm sorry."

you walked out of the room, and ran up the stairs into jimin and minjeong's room, leaving jaemin alone. the others were still drinking and talking, unaware of what just happened between the two.

damn guilt.

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pairing: fem!oc x barista!jaemin, fembarista!reader x barista!jaemin

genre: fluff, angst, suggestive, barista!au, sns au

summary: girls' code prevents you from liking the guy your friend likes right?

a/n: that was so close

taglist: [@glamourizz @rinrinslovebot @beomibeom @moonjobf @hiqhkey @calssunflower @donghyuckster @vianna99 @kookiedesi @baehaechannie @nshimura @thiccfullsun @dear-dreamie @neobowlingshoez @jjaehmins @liliansun @bythe8 @hyuckrec @dearlyminhyung @ohmygs-blog @hoeshi17 @wonupuppy @shan-oldham @jeongintwt @renjunoya @najm00 @sukistrawberry]

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[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

Primetober Day 1: It’s Not Kidnapping If You Make The Rules, with all three extra themes (Kidnapping, Gaslighting, and “You'll do as I say.”)

Boy in the bunker AU. Five year old Tommy is remembering a little of his life outside with the SBI, and Dream makes sure to convince him he's just going crazy. Warnings for kidnapping, manipulation, gaslighting, isolation, imprisonment, abuse and neglect of a very young child, traumabonding, and ableist rhetoric used to victim blame a child.

ao3 if you prefer

— “Dream?” Tommy grasped hard on his big brother’s leg, like a vice grip stopping him from leaving and making Tommy all lonely again. He’d left for a long, long time when he’d gone through the bunker doors last time, long enough that all the food had run out except the ones in the big cupboards he wasn’t able to reach yet, and he’d curled up crying in the top bunk holding his aching stomach for two miserable nights. That was where Dream slept, after all, and the silky green sheets almost felt like his big brother was hugging him from far away. “You gotta stay. You gotta.”

Dream chuckled. “Toms, I just got back. I’m not gonna get you cereal then immediately bounce.”

“Oh.” Tommy turned red, though he didn’t let go. He was a big boy- it was his fifth birthday just before Dream had left last!- but he could still be clingy, right? It felt childish and silly for a big kid to do, but Dream always praised Tommy for it, so it was good, right? “Why’d it take you so long to find shit? Did the rabi- radi- poison cloud bomb shit hurt you?”

Dream had told him all about how the world got fucked up when he was only little. There used to be a big island outside the bunker doors, with lots of people, and stuff like schools and other stuff that was on the DVDs. But then the countries, which were like really big families but not really where one person controlled everything like Dream did with him, but they were mean about it, bombed each other, and the bombs had poison in them, and it killed everyone except him and Dream, because Dream had found the bunker and taken him there.

It was always scary whenever Dream went out scavenging in the surface world. Every time, Tommy made a thousand prayers that he wouldn’t get hurt. He wasn’t really sure what a prayer was, but people did it in the movies, so it must work. Once, Tommy forgot to do his prayers, and when he realised he was so worried that he was sick all over the bed because he thought he’d killed Dream and he’d starve to death alone. 

There was the Gun- Dream always said that if one of them was gonna die, he’d take it and kill both of them quickly because it was better than dying in pain or being alone, but Tommy wasn’t big enough to reach the cupboard it was kept in. Besides, only Dream was allowed to use the Gun. Once, he’d hit Tommy just for looking at it for too long, but it was only a little hit, so it was okay because Dream did stuff that left scars when he needed a proper lesson. They didn’t show that on the TV, but Dream had told him that what was on the TV was made up and that stuff like talking cats weren’t real. But cats were, which was equally as weird as talking cats, Tommy thought.

“Nah, I’m fine, lil’ cockroach.” Dream ruffled Tommy’s hair, grimacing a little at its messy state. “God, you need a bath. You’re filthy. Did you roll around in the greenhouse or something?”

“… nooooo?” Tommy yelped as Dream pulled his curls, just enough to hurt. “Okay, okay, I did it, m’ sorry! I wanted to see if the dirt would make my hair brown, so I got some dirt and poured it over me.” He put on his best puppy-dog impression. “I take full respo-sbility for my actions. So, uh, you can hit me and stuff.”

“Aww, look at you, trying to be manipulative. It’s adorable.” Dream laughed. “Fine, you can get away with it for now.”

Tommy giggled at that, before he suddenly stopped. Oh yeah, there was something important he had to tell his big brother. The excitement of finally having someone around was so overwhelming he’d nearly forgotten. “Uh, Dream? Can I tell you something?”

“Course, Tommy. We’re family, right? You can tell me anything.” It sounded more like an order than a comfort, but Tommy was used to orders. Dream said that if he didn’t follow all the orders, then maybe something would go wrong, and the toxic thingy would seep through the doors, and they’d die, and Tommy didn’t want to die. Being alive was pretty awesome, he thought. “Don’t you trust me, lil bro?”

“Of- of course! It’s just- it’s about b’fore, y’know, the bombs an’ shit. I had- I could remember it.”

Dream froze up at that, glaring down at Tommy like there was something dangerous about what he said. Tommy nervously fiddled with his fingers, voice catching in his throat, before Dream gave a sickly sweet smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes. “What could you remember, little bug?” His voice was honeyed, but Tommy knew well enough the poison it hid.

“I- uh, it was when I was real little. Back before I realised I was a boy and stuff.” Tommy couldn’t look his brother in the eyes, feeling somehow guilty about it even though he didn’t know what he did wrong. But it upset Dream, and therefore Tommy couldn’t help but get the sickening feeling he deserved punishment. “I was in a pink dress- like that one in Sims, right? And I was- I was in a park, and there was grass under my feet and shit. And- uh, I think I remember- I don’t know, I don’t think he was my dad. He looked kinda like you, so I guess he was my big brother?”

Tommy gulped, and Dream continued to look down at him, unblinking. “Continue.” His voice was like ice.

“U-um.” Tommy could feel tears pricking at his eyes. He knew he was gonna get a whooping, but it’d probably be worse if he directly disobeyed Dream, so he continued. “Well, I uh, I was playing with a doll, but I lost it, and this nice man got it for me, but then we were really far away from my other brother. And I looked up and- and it was you! And you had the Knife, and you just kinda picked me up and ran.” Tommy laughed, the idea seeming funny. He must have been so tiny back then. “And then I got this.” He gestured at the rough scar across his chest- the first Dream ever gave him, which he treasured because it meant Dream cared enough to correct him, and that meant he loved him.

“Tommy.” Dream didn’t sound mad, just completely emotionless. “Don’t tell lies.”

“I-I’m not- it’s- I ’member it, promise!” Tommy huffed, putting his hands on his hips. “I remember it.”

“Really?” Dream raised an eyebrow.

“Really really. I can pinkie promise if you want.”

“No, no, I believe you.” Dream’s voice was suddenly calm, suddenly sickly sweet again. “But, Tommy… that means you’re not well.”

Tommy blinked. “Huh?”

“Tommy… how could I meet you in a park if I found you after the bombs fell? That doesn’t make sense. Think about it.” Dream gently ruffled Tommy’s hair as he spoke, giving him a sad smile. “I… some people just aren’t well, Tommy. What they see and hear isn’t what’s really going on. I wish I knew this earlier, so I could help…”

Tommy furrowed his brows, deep in thought. “Does that mean… anything I see and hear and shit? It could all be- like, stuff I made up?”

Dream nodded. “Mhm. But it’s okay. I can do all the thinking for you! Just- just tell me everything you see and hear and remember at the end of the day, and I’ll tell you what the truth is. Okay?”

“Even if I do something bad? Won’t I get in trouble?”

“I mean, yeah, but if you avoid doing that and don’t speak to me, you’ll also be in trouble, right? So it’s fine.”

“… Right.” The idea of there being no way of avoiding hurt seemed horrible, but if Dream thought it was correct… it had to be, right? Everything Dream did prevented the outside things from breaking in and poisoning them, so Tommy had to trust him, or else they’d both die, and neither of them wanted to die.

“Try not to sound so bratty about that, God.” Tommy couldn’t tell if Dream was joking or not saying that, an equal mix of humour and frustration in his voice, and he instinctively flinched. “I make the rules for a reason, Tommy. I keep us alive. I keep us more than alive. I keep the electricity running and get you your favourite food. All I ask is your obedience; is that so hard? Christ.” He covered his face with his hands, sighing. “I guess I can’t blame you. You- you’re not well. It’s not your fault that you’re fragile. It just means you need a firmer hand.”

Something about being called fragile made Tommy feel really upset, but if Dream was saying it, then it had to be correct, and Tommy was being the unreasonable one. Maybe he was fucking crazy. Maybe he was thinking wrong stuff, maybe he needed Dream to tell him everything.

And would that be so bad? Dream was his big brother, and he was the bestest big brother ever. He tucked Tommy into bed, he cooked his favourite food, he played Smash with him all day long sometimes, and even sometimes let him win. When Tommy realised he was a boy, he immediately gave him a cool new name and cool new clothes. He gave the best hugs and was so cool to talk to, he had the most awesome stories about what he did in the surface world. Tommy was pretty sure most of them were fake because they all contradicted each other, but they were so cool he didn’t care. And no matter how long he had to leave, he always came back.

Yeah, Dream knew best. He made the rules for a reason.

“M’ sorry. I’ll tell you everything.” Tommy gave the biggest grin he could, even though he didn’t feel happy, he just felt guilty and stupid. “You’re so smart and cool. I trust you.”

“Aww, and you’re so smart and cool too, Tommy, else you wouldn’t realise that!” Dream laughed, all venom in his voice dissipated. “Also, we need to wash the dirt out of your hair. Seriously, how did you get so much in?”

Tommy batted his eyes innocently. “It was an accident, I swear.” He burst into giggles at that too, and they were both smiling, tension removed from the air. All was well again, and Tommy had learnt a valuable lesson.

He just needed to rely on Dream over his own senses, and everything would be okay.

#my writing #cprimetober #dream smp #c!primeboys #c!discduo #kidnapping tw #manipulation tw #gaslighting tw #isolation tw #imprisonment tw #abuse tw #neglect tw #traumabonding tw #ableist rhetoric tw

[alicepao13]

I wanted to rewatch S06E09 before writing this, preferably with subtitles and a better rip, but someone's dragging their feet, so maybe I'll write another post at some point. Some good parts, some I didn’t care about, some that I personally wish they were different (not really bad but I had other thoughts).

So, in this NCIS Hudson and Rex episode:

The first shot seemed like kind of a small ship, it probably wasn’t but the shot made it that way. Sorry, Canada, I’ve been spoiled by all the aircraft carrier shots through the years lol. The one where it turns from day to night, I hated that. It seemed so fake.

The way Charlie’s dad kept criticizing him about everything got on my nerves. I also don’t love the casual sexism of him implying that it’s best if a wife stays home. Definitely shows that Charlie barely had meaningful interactions with this man. And to mention Sarah as Charlie’s “office romance”? Ugh.

This is where I decided that Charlie was raised by Aunt Miranda. It was a good thing that his dad probably missed quite a bit of his childhood.

“Charles” makes me feel like they should be inside the Buckingham palace. And truly, this is the only place I’d ever think they’d feed a dog using a toothpick. Poor Rex had to eat off a toothpick to satisfy that man! I kept hoping that he’d bite him.

Imagine this show having any continuity at all. Charlie would have to explain some of his latest adventures, the poisoning, the jail, etc.

I like that Sarah touches Charlie as soon as he tells her that the killer could be one of his dad’s sailors. She understands what this means for him.

Classic “found the killer the moment they appeared on screen” episode.

Sarah, we have chairs. (Nah, just keep doing that, actually.)

I didn’t know that Canada also had JAG officers. Now I can't help wondering who investigates crimes committed against Navy personnel lol

Here’s where Commander Hudson’s possible motivation doesn’t make that much sense: In most Navy ships, the higher ups barely know their sailors. So, he wouldn’t feel like he needed to protect them. He would most likely feel like he needed to protect the Navy's reputation from possibly harboring a killer. Having said that, I have no knowledge of how big this ship is. And the initial footage was kinda terrible. Understandable, because this isn’t that kind of show, but still terrible.

I love Rex's defensive reaction to the Commander throughout the episode. He can sense how much he unsettles Charlie and makes him change things about himself.

Charlie’s dad implying that Rex has an attitude problem when he is trying to cover up a crime… the nerve…

“...my boys” Oh no he did not. I know how much that can hurt.

The hilarity of the justification of sending troops in the other side of the world, to “keep the peace”… I expect this from military shows, I don’t expect it from shows like Hudson and Rex. And the triumphant music in the background… we get it.

Rex’s barks as Charlie puts the guy in handcuffs could mean nothing other than “suck it, asshole”.

Charlie was a bit… I’m not sure how to put it… Not exactly himself during that interrogation. I imagine he knew his father was watching, but he seemed like he’d jump the guy, or his JAG lawyer, or both.

How did we get from “office romance” to “my son is a lucky man”? Who knows. I mean, Sarah is quite impressive, but this seems like some kind of witchcraft.

Well, at least they didn’t make the bad guy be the Lieutenant in an episode full of men with bad behaviors. Also, I didn’t know they pronounced "Lieutenant" the British way.

Charlie is learning Rex’s language (growl). I find nothing weird with this.

The scene with Joe was nice. But Joe, just put a damn pillow on that couch. You know that none of your subordinates actually sleep in their homes (which is one more reason we’ll never see a bedroom set *sigh*)

John Reardon’s voice drops another half octave when he’s lying down. Good lord. Also, I started praying for his poor neck in that position, at least he didn’t stay there for long. That would have incapacitated me if I stayed like that for even ten minutes.

“I let my issues with my dad…” Which are…? Please, elaborate.

Charlie beckoning Rex when neither of them has slept for a day. Leave the poor dog alone, you sadist. Dogs don’t understand the meaning of overtime.

So, I guess when Hudson men have sorrows, they literally run?

I wanted to keep hating his dad a little more. Why’d they have to reconcile them so fast?

Good episode. I’d have liked if Charlie said a bit more about what bothered him in his father’s behavior, and not regarding the case. It seemed like his father just wasn’t around as much and possibly considered his sailors as his children, maybe even more than his actual children, and Charlie seemed to resent him for that, understandably. But we were also already at the part where the two men were trying to mend fences, and although all the effort seemed to he made by Charlie at the start of the episode, it shifted towards the end to his dad making the effort.

Promo: The dreaded (by me) golf episode. Let me get this straight: The team went golfing and found a body? We can’t take these guys anywhere. 

Poor Rex! If that's a serious head injury, I’ll sue. That’s what we have Charlie's head for. But also, please allow Charlie to lose it a little.

Charlie Hudson is having such a bad time in this season, and I’m loving it.

#hudson and rex #this isn't even half of what I thought I'd write but it's been almost two days since I watched #and I thought I'd have watched it one more time by now #where are the pirates

[t0kidal]

The Alef

“(This is my first fanfic for the series Mairimashita Iruma Kun. The manga and anime are S-tier and everything is super wholesome. About this Fanfic, I hope to make it as a Sullivan’s daughter reader insert/ Iruma’s mom insert, Iruma being adopted in his earlier years, and getting to meet the Teacher trio while they’re in Babyls (Opera, Kalego, and Balam). 

As a first time writer, I thought the concept would be a fun challenge, staying in line with character archetype and canonical lore and plot, whilst putting a new take on headcanons from my favorite fanfics for Iruma-Kun. But, I also understand if (if anyone reads this at all) it’s not to anyone’s taste.

I’m still learning how to write “well” or how to tell stories, so this is very much a work in progress and what I hope will be a lot of fun to try out! TLDR: First fanfic, tips appreciated (including grammatical ones), my heart is soft and squishy pls don’t hurt me.

Inspired By:

“For the Sake of a Smile” by 4ever_Rewritten on Ao3

“Pawprints” and How to be a “Good Person” both by theWunderKind on Ao3)

I do not own Mairimashita / Welcome to Demon High School Iruma-kun. All credit goes to Nishi Osamu. 

Part 2 ; Masterlist)

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As many in the demon world know, the strong rule over the weak. Though one of the three crowns sought to change that, starting at the infamous school Babyls, it’d be a little while till it achieved the prestige duly deserved.

Your steps held no sound as you took a long trek through the halls. While such tricks were far below the Purson clan, they served you well. Slip in, leave the assignment, slip out. Babyls, at this time, was far from a suitable place of learning... at least, for you.

Being left behind was unlucky, suspected lack of the clan’s bloodline magic was worse, and the notion that you were left behind for lacking would destroy you.  Then it’s placing just above passing in the practical exam and having everyone and their mom see it when the results were posted. 

How you managed to survive was a miracle or, as you like to call it, your ambition.

Which wouldn’t be so hard if these damn punks would just. move.

You’ve heard word of the “Top Dog” of Babyls, but weren’t sure if you appreciated the figure for trying to clean up the school, or if you resented them for riling everyone up. “YOU FIT THE BALL ALRIGHT! I’M GONNA MAKE SURE YOU REGRET BEATING UP MY LITTLE BRO!”

...

“Silence.”

Strange... th-..!

Rounding the corner, mouth goes dry, eyes blown wide, and a chill runs down your spine at the sight of the Naberious clan’s youngest, wielding such raw and wild power with perfect control, electrifying in and of itself.

His striking hues meet yours.

“Hm? Another one?”

“Huh?” Yes, brilliant, wonderful, such grace, much eloquence.

“Are you deaf? Are you another one of these bastards?!” He gestures to the second year behind him.

“Ah! uh... No. Just...” Deep breaths, you got this. “Y-you’re in the way...”  “Hah?” As you gesture to the hallway behind him, that he happens to be blocking with his big fuck off lightning puppy, an awkward pause follows.

“Oh, apologies then.” He very promptly leaves. Once he’s gone... “phew...”

Finally, rounding the left, opening the door, 

“Sensei, you could’ve asked for a quieter snack, it was so annoying trying to mute all the chips you asked for.” You toss the bags of chips onto the lump on the couch.

“Hah? Maybe I should change up the lesson plan then..” he mutters, and you can vaguely see him itch his scruffy hair.

You can only sigh at your teacher’s antics... “Honestly, I’d tell you to get your nephew to run your errands, but...” You needn’t say anything to get your point across.

“Hah! That boy...”

You feel a little jealous, their family seemed... a little warmer from your own.

“Welp! I won’t hold you, here.” He passes you a bento.

“... sensei, you didn’t poison this did you?”

“What do you mean?! I made it myself!” “That’s the same thi-” 

“Just scram already, and don’t forget to do your homework.”

“Yeah yeah yeah...”

Now for some peace and quiet... let’s see... “it’s pretty cold today so no punks on the roof...”

Is what you thought.

Only to watch aforementioned nephew get gut punched by who you could only assume was the real top dog.

Only to watch him declare himself the “Guard dog” of Babyls.

Only to be held by the neck- wait what?

“Huh?” Yes, brilliant, wonderful, such grace, much eloquence. “DON’T MOVE! YOU HEAR ME?! DON’T MOVE A MUSCLE!” ‘Oh my..’

“Heh! you let your guard down Morons! Try to fight us and I’ll break their ne-!”

Oh, you didn’t know someone so big could scream so shrilly.

“S-sorry! I’m really bad at controlling my strength so...” says the little bird demon ... a gritty crunch follows that statement.

You also didn’t know someone could look so cute breaking bones.

“DAMNIT WE’LL RETREAT FOR NOW! THOSE WHO CAN STILL MOVE REPORT TO THE ETHOS BATRA! WE GOT BEAT BY THE TOP DOG’S GA-!”

A ringing fills their ears, raising a finger to your lips, you lock eyes with the loud mouth in question and a smile splits your face, “Shhhhhh”

And almost without fail... they’re cut off with silence. 

almost immediately filled with, “HEY WAIT, WE’RE NOT A GANG! THE HELL?!”

~~~

#fanfic #first fanfic #mairimashita! iruma kun #naberius kalego #balam shichiro #balam shichirou #reader insert

[fancytrinkets]

Circus

(Astarion/Tav) enjoy this snippet, second person, Astarion PoV, from my self-indulgent collection of little chapters in which Tav is a wizard (renamed Tamar) and Astarion is reluctantly falling for them...

Your poisoned blade sinks deep into the flesh of your enemy, the last to fall. When it first attacked, it appeared to be human. But now, you're aware that it isn't. Its long, pale corpse lies naked and contorted among half a dozen others just like it, strewn across the circus grounds.

Shapeshifters. You kick the foot of the nearest one. "A shame. I thought we were killing a real clown."

Tamar laughs and then can't stop laughing. You consider for a moment that they may have been cursed. But no. They wipe away their tears as the laughing fit subsides.

"Sorry. That one got me. Clowns were never my favorite."

"And yet, you cajoled me into going on stage with one." Gale's expression is sour. He looks supremely unimpressed. "Not just any clown, mind you — a shapeshifting murderous one. With a dog that bit me!"

"I'll make it up to you." Tamar sounds earnestly contrite. "What would you like? Facepainting? A go at the prize wheel? You name it, I'm buying."

Gale grins with mirth and mischief. "Oh, you'll pay for it, all right. I have just the attraction in mind. Follow me."

Tamar obliges, falling in step behind Gale. Karlach, still absurdly delighted by this circus despite its lackluster attractions and abysmal security, cheers with joy at the prospect of visiting another tent. She grabs your sleeve, pulling you along as she follows the others.

"Oh, what now?" You're growing tired of this place already.

Your displeasure increases by tenfold when you see Gale's destination: a small stage — more of a platform, really. It's trying to be rustic, but like all things designed by druids, the look it achieves is best described as poverty, but with trees adjacent.

"One good turn deserves another," Gale says as he pushes Tamar forward, closer to the druid who offers her services.

"This?" Tamar asks. "Really?"

"Oh, yes," Gale says. "I insist."

Apparently, it's to be a test of true love, which means Tamar is not being volunteered to undergo this fearsome trial alone.

Sure enough, Tamar turns towards you. "Astarion, are you up for this?"

You'd like to object, but the look on their face is so intrigued and hopeful. There must be something wrong with you — did you fall and hit your head without having noticed? — because you find yourself swayed to go through with it.

"How could I say no?"

Fortunately, it's a trick of druid magic. The trial takes place entirely in your mind, so Gale doesn't get to serve as a smug and laughing spectator. It's only you, Tamar, and the druid herself — which is more than enough for an audience.

The questions she asks are invasive. The answers are supposed to be honest. But to your overwhelming relief, Tamar plays this game more shrewdly than you would have imagined, with a mind for spotting loopholes and preserving secrets. Each truth they tell is an easy one — a joyful or flippant admission, chosen to protect the shameful things you'd rather hide than show.

Your greatest fear? Why, it's breaking a nail, of course! Not anything to do with Cazador. Not the clawing, strangling terror of one day losing this tenuous freedom you've won.

Each delving, probing question is different. Tamar's answers are always the same — a clever selection of half-truths, spoken in service of keeping you safe.

It ends up being rather enjoyable, actually; though, at the end you feel uneasy. Seducing Tamar was meant to be fun with a purpose, the combined pleasure of sex and manipulation, as simple as that. But something's changed, and you aren't sure when it started.

The trial of love ends. Your panicked musings are swiftly interrupted by the jarring reality of what comes next: the druid turns into Orin — the most unhinged of your Netherstone-bearing enemies — who disappears rather than staying to fight.

"Is this circus entirely made up of murderous shapeshifters?" Gale asks, looking shocked and dismayed.

"Last Days," Tamar says, grinning. "It's right there in the name."

#bg3 #bg3 fanfic #astarion x tav #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #circus of the last days

[twistedtavern]

As a writer, do you have any scrapped concepts for twst things? Either original works or old plot points for the self aware au?

Oh god. Let me tell you about the scrapped concepts/processes. Very fucking long so its all under a readmore

~💀😍⚰️The cursefic⚰️😍💀~

My first ever twst concept was scrapped, actually. I had it before I even began this blog. Its influence can be seen in the self aware au if you squint and it was actually the basis for my RSA au. But, essentially, it boils down to a spell being put on Yuu by the RSA housewardens that makes everyone at NRC fall in love with them, but it eventually turns them all yandere and makes them all start killing each other to have Yuu to themselves. Yes, my first thought when I learned enough about twst to make anything was "okay, but what if they all killed each other?" Spoiler; Rook and Leona were the final survivors and had the largest kill count, but ended up being each others demise (Rook was eaten alive and Leona bled out from an arrow wound). But, when it comes to Yuu, they DID survive NRC and were taken to RSA, but Neige had spent enough time with them to go insane and poison the last remaining people involved, including Yuu and himself. The intention of the spell put on Yuu varies between versions, but originally all the RSA housewardens were evil and the mass murder was fully premeditated, but in later versions it was intended and cast as a blessing that got corrupted by only two of them. Also, they were the reason Yuu got brought to Wonderland in the first place. Man, that fic was cringe.

~⚔️🐎✨Shining Wonderland✨🐎⚔️~

BUT, from the ashes of the cursefic rose Shining Wonderland, where I basically just took the RSA I made for that first fic and fleshed it out with a lot less murder. Here's some of the changes I made to the original housewardens during the transition from fic to full blown au

Name changes:

Allister -> Archer

Leandre -> Hop

Zeroh, a second-year student in Prideguarde, was the original housewarden of the dorm. I decided that since his inspiration was a villain and in no way affiliated with Mufasa, that wouldn't work and I quite literally invented Ndege on the fly (pun intended) while typing up the dorm leader post.

~❤️📱👁️Self Aware Au👁️📱❤️~

Hoo lord. There are quite a few very spoilery ones that I will not be sharing, but scrapped Malleus concepts will take a whole category of their own. In the meantime, take some others

Crowley being a villain in the afterstory is no longer a thing

Kalim's hatred curse and its pertaining afterstory arc being scrapped

The 4 times Kalim has had a personality rework

Rook originally was just pure evil. He didn't end up switching around back to good once loved on a little, and he was just generally very hostile towards the player

Scrapped scene in the Jamil spinoff where the player and Jamil go to the store to shop for picnic food ingredients

For a time, Leona was the canon and ONLY love interest for the player (aside from Rook) in the afterstory. He even got his own key role in the ending where he sort of... reverse overblots? As a hero instead of a villain to save the player from Malleus.

It is no longer the boys who defeat Malleus in the end

Various reworked death scenes

Lilia, Silver, and Sebek were originally a part of the first protection squad before being repurposed

Leona was once going to be burned alive trying to guide the player back to the mirror chamber

Idia is no longer horny.

When first drafting the Pomefiore arc, Rook was supposed to awaken during Chapter 5 and go insane, subsequently awakening Vil through his shenanigans

Jack was going to be mindbroken by Malleus into essentially an overgrown attack dog

The player was going to find Riddle and Trey holed up in the shack by the river, and at that point Riddle was too incoherent and tangled in thorns to be saved. Trey stayed there with him for the rest of the kidnapping arc and neither are seen again until the afterstory. Both now have more active roles in the story

As well as other stuff I can't remember or tell at the moment.

And now, guys, gals, and other assorted bad bitches, it's time for the MALLEUS SPECIFIC BONUS ROUND

As part of the ending for the afterstory, Malleus was going to take the player into the void and make them an angel by force, absolutely tearing them up in the process and shattering the glass to make wings for them. This concept is reworked into something MUCH cooler >:))))

He used to love the player lmao

His old plan had been to traumatize them to the point of being easy to mentally break and essentially turn into a mindless pet for warmth. It was as weird as it sounds

Tsunotarou was originally going to have a fun-loving, overtly childlike personality before his rework

This version of Tsunotarou had been SO annoying to every other character to where he was testing even Kalim's nerves

Recovering his memories as Malleus would have disturbed Tsunotarou to the point of pushing those experiences onto a completely separate alter ego/split personality

I think his very first concept was that he was connected to the player via dreams since they were a small child, and basically acted as their "imaginary" friend throughout their life, leading them to actively seek out characters that are similar in aesthetic to him, which led them right to Twisted Wonderland. This was still in the era where he was in love with them, so that is a fat fucking YIKES from me. You can see why I tossed this out the MINUTE I realized what the implications were 😬😬😬😬😬😬😬😬

All the shit I made that was somewhere along the lines of "Malleus manhandled the script to make himself a part of the game/housewarden/a third year/a student/prince/all of the above" ranging from 'he's just a first year who found out how to fuck with the game' to he was just straight up known by NOBODY at Night Raven and he isn't even a student to begin with, much less intended to be in the game. But then it wouldn't make any sense as to how he was literally half of the game's marketing, so he had to be an actual third year housewarden and intended to be in the game.

Im tired. Thats all for now

[rphelperblog]

JJ Maybank Quote Rp Meme

inspired by @multistoty​ @p0gue4life​ @jaymaybnk​

“Just straight up spanish like Bon Voyage.”

“I can’t read cursive.”

“Well, I’m not resuscitating you. I’m just making that clear up front.” 

“I can’t let you take the blame for something I did. You’ve got too much to lose.” 

“Just own it, she got you.”

“Bong water?”

“I’m actually gonna down that.”

“Freaking missed you, man.”

“Weed? I’m up for weed.”

“Oh, now she wants the gun.”

“You look like lady liberty.”

“Why you so weird?”

“Can’t forget my badge.”

“Gonna check out my instamodels.”

“Shut up, it’s too early for that.”

“Unexpected PDA there.”

“We could move like really slow.”

“If I am the one mediating, we have hit rock bottom.”

“Did you say something ,princess?”

“This is war. They hit us; we hit them.”“Stupid things have good outcomes all the time.”

“I’m telling the truth. For once in my goddamn life, I’m gonna tell the truth.”

“I have polio ,brother. I can’t walk.”

“Mama’s mad.”

“so I am joining team B?”

“Thats what she said.”

“Whats the plan, big man?”

“Dude, I wasn’t taking mental polaroids the whole time.”

“I’m gonna dream about shipwrecks.”

“Not all of us can afford data plans.”

“What I would do to a beer and shrimp and grits right now.”

“Hey! love you too man.”

“Aw, food poisoning. Them egg rolls will get you good.”

“What did she do to you again?”

“It’s been a long day and I lot of weird stuff is going on.”

“i’ll pull of the bad parts. Mold is good for you.”

“not much of a hugger man.”

“Your going to just sit there and wax that damn mustache.”

“Personally, I love plastic. I use it every day.”

“Do you want me to leave you alone or just go home?”

“I have sensitive lungs man.”

“Am I going to have to beat you with your protractor?”

“I thought it was a free country, but I guess you don’t like freedom much, cupcake.”

“you power puff girls, have fun.”

“I broke the wrong man out of jail.”

“What if they went underground?”

“I can walk myself. I have legs.”

“I got a jet going straight to my ass, man.”

“Stay off, my side of the island.”

“You watch your mouth, man.”

“Pentagon, we have security clearance.”

“I think my heels touch my head.”

“This is were she hid the body.”

“I’m gonna make a flag and everything.”

“Thought it was gonna be me.”

“It’s cozy.”

“What the fu-fu-fudge?”

“Wanna see a party trick?”

“They are afraid of dogs. everyone knows that.”

#open to all #open to anyone #open rp #ask meme #rp meme #open meme #open to anybody #roleplay meme #ask prompt #memes #open obx starter #obx rp #obx #jj maybank #open outer banks rp #open outer banks starter #open obx roleplay #open obx rp

[marshmallowprotection]

hello hello. i dont know if you're into pokemon but I started playing Violet the other day and I tend to nickname my pokemon after whatever my current hyperfixation is so ofc right now they're getting mysme nicknames (right now my charcadet is (suit) Saeran (gonna evolve into ceruledge), my kirlia is Ray (gonna evolve into gardevior). i plan to catch a sneasel/weavile for unknown (totally didnt get the idea from an art i saw). Trying to pick something for saeyoung but nothing has felt right yet. an electric type? fire? maybe a dog pokemon bc with his loved ones saeyoung is both an excited puppy AND a guard dog)

ANYWAY so I started wondering about everyone's favorite twins and pokemon

What kind of pokemon do you think saeyoung and the various saerans would have? what would they be if they WERE pokemon? in a canon setting would they play pokemon?

i can see saeyoung with fire/steel/electric types, especially robot- or machine-like pokemon. ray/ge saeran with grass types is obvious, but I can also see him with fairy types. theyre deceptively cute but can mess you up. suit and unknown scream dark type teams. maybe some poison types for unknown. like i think he'd have team rocket/[insert region team] grunt-esque pokemon.

saeyoung and all of the saeran's have at least one pokemon (probably their first/partner) that they found abandoned and in bad shape that they took in and it decided to stay with them after it recovered.

maybe they have an espeon (saeyoung) and an umbreon (saeran) to complement their "we're opposites but in a balanced and complimentary way" vibe.

and also bc i must inflict this on all my faves who are convinced they're bad and unlovable: at least one pokemon on their team evolves with high friendship/affection. even better if for some reason he doesn't know what causes that pokemon to evolve and he maybe cries a little when he finds out. what do you mean he's LOVED??

ANYWAY sorry for the really long ramble haha. this was supposed to be a short ask but it kinda got away from me 😅 anyway, i hope you have a good day!! i love your writing and character analyses!!

Oh, you've come to the right person today, because I spend my time stressing out over what Pokemon I would use on their teams if I ever wrote a story for it. I've done this a few times before but I can never really make my mind up so I wouldn't say that this is a concrete idea. So, here is a slider I would use for Ray > Suit Saeran > GE Saeran. I think some of it is self-explanatory. I suggest dark, ghost, and grass if anything.

Phantump for a Ray who feels lost and dead to the world. Polteageist for his desire to feel like a prince in his haunted castle. Budew for a boy who can't be fully blossomed just yet... but, he's so close to that chance. Suit Saeran would only use one Pokemon in my mind and it's Banette. A Pokemon that happens to be seeking revenge in the same way he is. It might seem like a major stretch but mega evolution seems incredibly possible in this situation.

Shaymin is the Pokemon of gratitude and I feel like it would appear in the garden when he is in the process of thanking you for being there with him as he finally freed himself from his heavy chains. He and Saeyoung do have a set of Eevee together! I feel like they need to have a matched set, and his Eevee has been tucked away in their pokeball for a while until he realized the error of his ways.

Whereas, Saeyoung is always really tough to work with because there's so many different Pokemon that would work for him symbolically. Sure, we can pick some joke options if we want to do so, but I'm trying to imagine what would work for his work in the agency. Did they give him a team or is it a team he's caught himself?

In the end I just decided to give him a team that he crafted. He deserves to have a cat that shoots fireballs from its mouth. Of course, I don't imagine that'll end well for him since the cat likely gives him a free haircut everyday with burnt edges. Rotom is the given. Everybody who's ever drawn him with the Pokemon always gives him Rotom. It's right. Three heads are better than one! Magneton helps to hack and unlock problems!

His Eevee doesn't battle. It's kept safe in his bunker, or it's Pokeball. He hates to make Eevee sad about not seeing its own twin or Saeran. Magearna makes sense to me, because what is more in character for him than to discover this mechanical Pokemon and help bring it back to life? Minior for the stars! It's either that or Clefairy. I couldn't make up my mind but in the end I decided on stars.

Which brings me to Unknown and SE Saeran. Yeah, SE Saeran will receive that Megearna as a gift from his brother. His Porygon-Z likely was released after Mint Eye was taken down, or it's still in the box for now since that was likely his main partner for being able to hack into the RFA. Mimikyu and Banette are self-explanatory. Budew would be a new addition in his time spent trying to enjoy the clouds and grass! Milcery is a surprise, though! I have a feeling that is a companion he made one afternoon that tried to sample his ice cream and now he's got a friend that helps him craft his own ice cream.

#mod kait #ask #anon #pokemon au

[eddieheart]

HOUSE PARTY

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairings: slight Spencer x OC

Words: 900

Description: Lisa invited a friend to her house party, since she isn’t there her friend meets the BAU team alone.

"Hello? Lisa?" Dahlia timidly pushed open the door and walked into her friend's apartment.

Lisa had invited Dahlia to her house warming party, Lisa and Luke's actually. Dahlia had never met this mysterious Luke person, so she was hoping for the best.

Soft conversation could be heard coming from the kitchen as she walked in, eight pairs of unfamiliar eyes greeted her. She smiled awkwardly griping her gift bag tighter.

"Um... hi, I am at the right apartment? Lisa and Luke?" She questioned.

One man stepped forward, caramel skin and sharp features yet a soft face non the less. He looked at her quizzically. He was obviously protective, based on the fact that he stepped in front of the others. He was also most likely the Luke she'd heard so much about. Dahlia reached out a hand toward him he shook it in return.

"You must be Luke, Dahlia. Friend of Lisa's," she turned towards the other guests. "Are you friends of Lisa's as well?" Small talk had never been her strong suit.

The tall man stepped back to the others, Dahlia following him over.

"No these are my friends from work, Emily Prentis, Mathew Simmons, Dr. Tara Lewis, Dr. Spencer Reid, David Rossi, Jennifer Jareau and Penelope Garsia." Luke gestured to each of them as he spoke.

"Lovely to meet you all, speaking of which, where is Lisa?" Dahlia tried to hide the desperation in her voice.

"She got called in, one of the pros of being a trauma surgeon is you have the best excuse not to come to a party, even if you are the one throwing it." He chuckled softly.

She tightened her lips nervously, Lisa was the only person she knew. It was a house warming party for her and she wasn't here.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I can go it's no problem, I don't want to intrude." Waving a hand dismissively she took a step back. Luke reached a hand out and spoke in a kind voice.

"No, no, stay! You're not intruding, please stay, I haven't gotten the chance to meet any of Lisa's friends yet." He gave her a sweet puppy dog smile that she couldn’t resist.

She nodded in agreement and grabbed a free chair facing the others. Quirking a brow she adresses the group.

"Lisa mentioned you were in law enforcement, but Dr, Dr... what exactly do you do?" The young woman asked as she shrugged off her coat onto the back of her chair, crossing her legs.

He chuckled, the rest of the group seemed to stay silent.

"We work at the BAU, behavioural-." She cut him off before he could finish.

"Analysis unit, yes I should have guessed. I mean, David Rossi." Laughing softly to herself, she realized her was still holding her gift bag.

"Oh, I um... I brought this for you and Lisa, you might as well open it now." Passing the bag over to him, she took a deep breath to calm herself.

He reached into the bag with a smile and pulled out the object with a look of confusion. It was a small broom made of wood and sticks with a small charm attached to the top.

"What-." This time a different person interrupted, Dr. Spencer Reid.

"Oh! A besom. Commonly known as a witches broom, the symbol at the top is a pentacle. Though commonly confused with the pentagram, the pentacle has no satanic associations. It actually symbolizes protection and sisterhood." Dahlia smiled as the man spoke, his enthusiasm was infectious. The small blush that crept over his cheeks made her chuckled softly to herself.

"Yes. It does. May your home have stability, harmony, peace and be free of evil spirits." She stared directly into the eyes of the young doctor as she spoke.

"Oh well thank you." Luke held it as though it were poisoned and gently placed it on the kitchen island.

People fear what they do not understand, Lisa alway seemed curious of her friends religion. She would've appreciated it, unlike Luke seemed to.

"Um... well. I have this new bottle of wine, so why not use it. Go on, mingle drink, enjoy yourselves." Luke opened the bottle with a loud pop and began to fill glasses.

Gratefully, Dahlia grabbed a glass and downed half of it in one go. She slowly backed away from the loud group, as she was walking back she accidentally bumped into someone.

"Oh! Sorry." She turned to face the stranger, nearly a nose away from their face.

"Dr. Reid, yes?" She asked the tall man. Smiling he nodded.

"I've heard of you and your work, it's quite impressive. I read your paper on ancient cultures and how some serial killers adapt facets of ancient rituals in their killing. It was quite good." His eyebrows raised reflexively at her comment.

"You've read my work?" The man's voice was soft and nervous, she smiled in return and nodded.

"Yes, it actually helped with something I was working on at the time." He cocked his head to the side in question.

"What could you have used my work for?" He asked in confusion.

"I'm a forensic anthropologist, on occasion I help local PD and the FBI in cases where the body is... not as easily identifiable." Dahlia was used to people being shocked with her profession, she didn't exactly look like the type to look at dead people all day.

"Oh, I'll have to remember that. It could be useful in our work-." A bubbly voice interrupted the pair as a bright and colourful woman walked over.

"Spencer talking shop already? Hi, Penelope Garcia tech goddess. I hope our boy genius wasn't boring you." She smiled brightly at the younger woman. Dahlia waved her off.

"No actually, I was just saying I've read some of his work. I absolutely love your outfit by the way, I'd never be able to wear something so nice at work." Dahlia ghosted her hands over the outfit, not touching Penelope.

"Oh thank you, so much. Why not?" Dahlias eyes widened at the question, she struggled to find the right words before speaking.

"On occasion it can be... messy. I have to do a lot of work in the wilderness and in mud and dirt. Anything would get ruined." She trailed off with a laugh as she spoke, Penelope nodded in agreement.

Luke wasn't the... most accepting of people she'd met but both he and his friends have proven themselves to be extremely kind. Lisa was a lucky woman.

@buggylad

[valorousimperial]

I've not been around in goddamn ages what happened to that gamzee with the fucked up ear and that sugar empress? And how are your lil grublings??

I don't like the way you're referring to Gamzee's scarring, but I'll fill you in all the same, I guess. Listen, though, do you think if you lost some fingers that you'd like your hand referred to as "fucked-up" by strangers? Put some respect on and be the person Mister Rogers knew you could be.

My Squishfish is getting on famously in the timeline she moved to, and I'm happy to say she'd doing even better now that she's not on social media all that often. It's poisonous, I'll tell you. Anyway, she'd abdicated to her heiress long before she stopped logging on.

Gamzee and I broke up a long time ago. We had been having relationship problems for a great long time before that and though we tried to at least live together for the grubs, ultimately he moved back in with his human dad, Scott. Our three wrigglers - Liosin, Nahtie, and Lycori - go and stay with him sometimes, but Scott's an old human man and the kids are just old enough to start doing their times tables; it's not a good time for them to be there right now. He...doesn't know what happened. But he doesn't need to know, cos I sent the wrigglers away once I knew it was unquestionably dangerous and we're moved in to the new spot now and all safe and happy.

Amolin is done shedding teeth (for now) and is in speech classes to learn how to work with the ones they have. They can talk in full sentences, and we don't mind it, but they're not very confident outside the palace. Mostly, they prefer sign language. Absolutely killing it at spelling, too. Not to mention that they're *wondrously* strong and bulky even for their little kid body! They almost picked up one of my cars the other day. Might've done, too, if they were any taller.

Tiumia is such a precious girl, and she's in to drawing dogs right now because Karkat showed her a way you can draw dogs with a few circles. They're on everything she owns now.

I took Liosin shopping and after we'd gotten him a few things to play with and a new blanket (his texture needs are extremely specific sometimes) he pointed out a very fancy-looking pen and asked for it. He keeps trying to click it. It is a cap-type. He cried to me twice to click it for him because I'm bigger and stronger. Both times I took the cap off for him. Both times he promptly forgot it was a cap within minutes. He is not quite three!

Nahtie developed Gamzee's voodoos early and teleports around the place, BUT since we've just moved into a new home TODAY, she's not familiar enough to escape bathtime! She had a physical recently and her doctor confirmed that he found muscle structures developed for controlling wings, so. Not looking forward to which pupation that's gonna be.

Lycori's the smallest and the youngest, and she's started talking recently. She started late. She says some weeeeiiiird stuff, though. Or, she did before we moved. She's not ready for talking right now, I guess. She's practically totally blind, so I guess that this move is probably the hardest on her.

And that's it for now!! Mituna's hale and healthy after everything, I'm still having daymares but normal bad memory stuff and not the curse shit, uh

Oh, yeah, actually after Kannus died, uhhh....the planet became explosively biodiverse and a bunch of people started accidentally messing quite a bit up as APPARENTLY we most all got magic! Which is great! I guess! Everything Kannus does makes my life harder, he can't even die politely. Can't kick this corpse anywhere.

So yeah we're just getting settled in the new palace, waiting on the new egg to hatch...Karkat's been on a trip with Sollux and Terezi, hosted by Resolute, and he just got back! Easy business.

#kids // #grubs // #Audience Granted #wrigglers // #Kannus

[vilithshaven]

I just imagine Scaramouche being so done with Himbo!God reader at one moment and then reader does something sweet for them like show them a very pretty flower they found the next moment and Scaramouche immediately going, 'Oh my grace, you're the most perfect person in the world.' before abruptly realizing that the flower the reader was holding was poisonous oh god please put that down now-- (this man's getting a whiplash, he gonna have a heart attack one day from either cuteness or frustration)

A day at the flower shop // Ft. Scaramouche

Scaramouche decided to take himbo!god to the flower shop in Inazuma.

A/N: If you've ever seen that one tiktok where they handled a man like a dog to get raw chicken out of his mouth, you'd know exactly what I referenced.

Anyways hope you enjoy!~

-Vin

The flower shop in Inazuma always caught his god's eyes, the variety of bright colors and pretty petals swarming the place seemed to make them swoon everytime they passed by.

Scaramouche was quick to notice this and arrange a date to spend some time at the flower shop together, of course he wouldn't let them go by themselves after all. The store was known to sell poisonous plants purely for display, most consumers were aware of this as the store gave gloves to customers to handle these plants safely.

So when the two stopped by, the harbinger made sure to keep an eye on them as they browsed. All seemed to be going well, his god asking a bunch of questions to the clerk while he tuned them out, the nonsensical questions seemed to fluster the poor worker but he gave a quick glare to the employee as a warning.

"Zushi! Look at this pretty flower!" they shoved a familiar purple plant in his face causing his face to scrunch up at the horrible smell.

"It looks like you" they held the plant towards the chest and smiled at him, his heart warmed at their words as they cradled the plant gently as to not damage the leaves.

Scaramouche's face flushed in slight embarrassment from the sentiment, his thoughts raced with praises for them that he wouldn't ever say in the public eye.

A cough came from the clerk grabbing the harbingers attention.

"I wouldn't touch that plant without gloves, it's one of our poisonous ones."

Their words made him snap his head towards his god who was indeed touching the plant with their bare hands. He moved quick and took it away from them, being careful not to touch any part of the plant.

The clerk handed the two of them a pair of gloves and made sure they put them on before handling the plant again.

His god then looked at him with a pout and held their hands out, Scaramouche sighed and reluctantly gave the dangerous plant back to them knowing they wouldn't stop with their fixation.

"Anything else I should know?" He glared at the clerk who gave a nervous smile, trying to be polite.

"You also shouldn't ingest the plant, it can slow your heart down and kill you" The harbinger rolled his eyes at the new information and wandered back over to his god.

The sight he was met with caused him to flinch, there they were, taking a bite out of the plant.

Scaramouche quickly smacked the plant out of their hands and gripped their jaw with one hand, tilting their head up and shoving his other hand into their mouth to grab the toxic plant before it went down their throat.

His god only gurgled at the sudden intrusion and stayed still. Once he got the plant out, he threw it on the ground in disgust along with the glove. He could only sigh as he spun them around and led them out the store, making a mental note to never come back here.

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin #scaramouche x reader #genshin cult au #genshin impact x reader #himbo god #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanons

[autisticundertale]

Incorrect Undertale Quotes

*During genocide route*

Flowey: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.

Chara: This knife is actually a magic wand.

Sans: Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel.

Frisk: *cocks gun* Magic missile.

Papyrus: What the fuck is wrong with you people.

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*During Sans battle*

Sans: Go to Hell Frisk, tearing up: I wish I could

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*After Sans battle*

Grillby: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor. Sans: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

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*During neutral route*

Papyrus: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE

Undyne: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially

Papyrus, desperately, as Undyne bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Undyne: Oh! B positive.

Papyrus: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE

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*Also during neutral route*

Chara: Where are you going?

Frisk: To get nicecream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there

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Frisk: Is stabbing someone immoral?

Chara: Not if they consent to it.

Flowey: Depends who you’re stabbing.

Asriel: YES?!?

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Frisk: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million gold?

Chara: You stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house.

Asriel: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million.

Chara: Good thinking.

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Frisk: Yo is Flowey sleeping or dead?

Chara: Hopefully dead, I hated his guts.

Asriel: Yeah, so did I.

Flowey: Okay first of all, fuck you-

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Chara: What are your goals?

Frisk: To pet all the dogs.

Chara: No, fitness goals.

Frisk: To be able to run fast enough to pet all the dogs.

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Frisk, in a high voice, holding barbie: hey ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

Chara, in a deep voice, holding ken: nonsense, barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids

Asriel: what the fuck are you guys doing?

Frisk: playing systemic oppression

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Chara: You love me, right, Asriel?

Asriel: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

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Chara: God, give me patience.

Flowey: I think you mean 'give me strength'.

Chara: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead.

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Chara: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Asriel: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Chara: Absolutely not.

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Frisk: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Flowey: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

Frisk: Yes!

Chara: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

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*Chara and Gaster In the void*

Gaster: Here's some advice

Chara: I didn't ask for any

Gaster: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me

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Flowey/Asriel: What’s up guys? I’m back.

Asgore and Toriel: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die.

Flowey/Asriel: Death is a social construct.

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Doctor: *Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Chara: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.

Flowey: I personally was created in a lab.

Frisk: I just straight up spawned lol.

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Toriel, driving: So how was your day?

Frisk: We almost got surprise adopted!

Toriel: What?

Chara: We almost got kidnapped.

Toriel: Oh, okay.

Toriel: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

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Sans: How many kids do you have?

Toriel: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

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Gaster: Anyone d-

Sans: Depressed?

Undyne: Drained?

Papyrus: Dumb?

Alphys: Disliked?

Gaster: -done with his work-... what is wrong with you people...

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Undyne, banging on the door: Sans! Open up!

Sans: Well, it all started when I was a kid...

Alphys: No, she meant-

Papyrus: Let him finish.

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Alphys: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them. Suggestions?

Papyrus: Put spaghetti in it.

Alphys: I'm currently taking suggestions from literally anyone but you.

Sans: Put spaghetti in it.

Alphys: I'm currently taking suggestions from anyone but you two.

Undyne: Put spaghetti in it.

Alphys: I'm no longer taking suggestions.

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Alphys: Everyone, synchronize your watches.

Undyne: I don’t know how to do that.

Papyrus: I don’t wear a watch.

Sans: Time is a construct.

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Sans: Alphys isn’t answering her phone

Undyne: I’ll call

Sans: Papyrus and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Alphys: Hello?

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Alphys: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Undyne: Okay.

Alphys: And make out during the scary parts.

Undyne: Th-

Undyne: The scary parts.

Undyne: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

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Alphys, giving Sans therapy: You often use humor to deflect trauma

Sans: Thank you

Alphys: I didn't say that was a good thing

Sans: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

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Sans: What if the 'g' in 'gif' is silent?

Papyrus: Go the fuck to sleep

Sans: What gif I don't want to?

Papyrus: Fuck You

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Sans: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just incase.

Papyrus: Sans, that's a coma.

Sans: Sounds festive.

#undertale #incorrect #incorrect quotes #sans #sans undertale #papyrus #papyrus undertale #frisk #frisk dreemur #chara undertale #chara dreemur #asriel dreemur #asriel #flowey #floweytheflower #undyne #alphys #genocide route #no mercy route #neutral route #toriel #toriel dreemur #gaster #wd gaster #sans the skeleton #papyrus the skeleton #skelebros #alphyne #undynexalphys #grillby

[dememetor]

HEY HEY HEY

I love your writing, can I please get jealous hcs for anyone? Please include suna thi he's my latest brainrot hAHA

hi, thanks for the request! and suna brainrot?? bitch me too the fuck. anyways, hope you enjoy~

(also sorry this is kinda late, i've rewritten iwaizumi and bokuto ones a million times)

Haikyuu boys when they're jealous

characters suna rintarou, kuroo tetsurou, iwaizumi hajime, bokuto koutarou, kenma kozume

warnings none but i'm probably gonna say fuck at some point

Suna Rintarou

he tries to be chill about it, he does

it hurts his ego to be this clingy but god

he can't help but to feel that sour sting of jealousy when he sees another guy approaching you

at first will only take a quick glance from afar, just to check if the guy is bothering you, and then promises himself to stay out of your business

well he doesn't

once he decides the guy has lost talking-to-y/n-alone privilege, he will nonchalantly make his way towards you, one hand in his pocket, other sneaking its way to your shoulder, resting his elbow and giving the poor boy a menacing look

he can be pretty intimidating too with that eyeliner and all

(but that look only works on people that don't know him well, he tried it on atsumu once and the latter just laughed in his face)

not the type to be openly jealous but when he sees someone blatantly flirting with you he will start to give you the Glance

blinks slowly (you know, like that one blonde haired guy gif) and looks at you through raised eyebrows as if to say hey babe, i love you and i trust you. what the fuck tho

and when the guy starts being borderline creepy he'll appear between you - and i mean literally will inject himself between you two and strike a conversation with you as if nothing weird happened

they usually get the hint, but this one guy tried to go around him, still rambling about whatever and suna literally turned on his heel and said "come again?" with such unrivaled coldness, his eyes exuding just sheer fucking spite

but like i said, unless the other guy is asking for it, he's not the type to start a direct confrontation

will take you by the hand and leave without much thought because he simply doesn't have the time for that shit

he might seem grumpy afterwards but a couple of soft kisses usually do the trick

soft kisses which are followed by a breathless make out session with you on his kitchen counter because he still wants you to know you're only his

Kuroo Tetsurou

this little bitch

never gets jealous

and i mean never

once pretended he was jealous just to make you feel better (??? his logic? unparalleled) but once you found out you beat his ass

loves it when you get jealous though (he thinks it's cute)

sometimes he does get insecure, but he shows it in an unusual way

like if you've been talking to someone, smiling at your phone for a while he'll just get up and randomly do a couple puhs-ups, start flexing his muscles and shit

all while you're looking at him like,,

"babe, what are you doing"

"oh i didn't think you'd notice me there. since you're on your damn phone all day"

"...are you my mom?"

nah he'll be fine (will steal your phone though)

also it's the funniest thing when he sees someone trying to flirt with you

he will literally walk over there, introduce himself (not mentioning he's your boyfriend) and act really interested in the conversation

he plays this game where he tries to see how long will it take the guy to realise you two are together (longest time: 24 minutes, record holder: yahaba shigeru)

whenever the guy asks you something he will interrupt you and answer for himself as if the guy were flirting with him

"so, like what do you do in your free time?"

"not mu-"

"oh i love taking long walks on the beach, especially during sunsets. i really think it is healthy for the mind and the soul, not to mention quite romantic too. don't you too love sunsets, kevin?"

at one point kevin will have had enough of it

"i was talking to y/n alone here"

"aw don't worry, you're not bothering me"

he is such a pain in the ass

why can't he just be normal

Iwaizumi Hajime

rational, mature, i love him

seriously, he is the bestest boy and he will treat you so well because he trusts you and respects your friendship with other guys as well

but on those rare occasions when he does get jealous,, oh boy

first of all, the PDA skyrockets, he has to have his arm around you at all times - around your shoulder? on your waist? in your backpocket? his hand's been there done that

not in any way possesive but will be really annoying unless you give him your full undivided attention that day

he lets himself be selfish a bit, after all he is your boyfriend he can have you all to himself for a day, right?

jealous sex with him? better prepare a wheelchair cause you want be able to walk straight tomorrow

sees a boy trying to flirt with you? tries not to make a scene but absolutely will throw the first punch if he needs to

one day he was having a particularly rough time at practice and all he wanted to do was lose himself in your arms and fall asleep to the feeling your fingertips tangled in his hair

and then he saw this?? guy? (the audacity!) laughing with you after telling some dumb joke and let me tell you - iwaizumi wasn't having any of it

he came up to you from behind, wrapped his arms around your waist and planted a small kiss on the crook of your neck

"when are we going home, love?"

and he gives him the calmest yet most fear inducing stare from behind you

and suddenly the pattern on poor boy's pants starts to look awful lot like piss stain

it is actually kinda hot how one single look from him can cause such a reaction

"he was just asking about english homework babe"

"yeah that's what they all say"

Bokuto Koutarou

gets jealous so so easily

it is actually fascinating

will get mad at otome games

"what does jumin han have that i don't???"

god forbid you pay attention to your pet more than him (btw you have a golden retriever and his name is bean)

you're sitting on the couch cuddling with your dog, scratching his ears, ruffling his fur and all that, and there he is, your clingy boyfriend, snuggling right next to you, demanding you play with his hair too

so dramatic

"you smiled at him... the way you used to smile at me..."

"bokuto, he's a dog"

the only guy he trusts 100% to be around you is akaashi, even kuroo is on thin ice

but him and akaashi are something else, one time you three had a sleepover and you felt like you were the third wheel

will act like a tough serious boyfriend in front of others, especially your other guy friends but in reality will look for affection immediately after

oh while we're at it - jealous bokuto kisses? are the best kisses

will also force you to wear one of his shirts for the rest of the day

my poor man is so touch starved so when he feels insecure or jealous he will look for comfort in things like holding your hand, nuzzling your neck or giving forehead kisses

but later that day, when you two are sitting on the couch cuddling he will quietly ask you something along the lines of "you still think i'm pretty, right?"

you can feel him all over you - his hands are creeping down your waist, he's pulling you in, deepening the kiss until all you can see, think and feel is him

he wants to show you exactly how much he wants you and what you were missing out on while you weren't paying attention to him

and it shocks you for a moment because you didn't realise just how much that one short moment of jealousy actually stayed with him

you have to reassure him he's the most beautiful boy you have ever met, and not only that, but also the funniest and the most caring person as well, and that you would never leave his side no matter what happened

and as much as he loves getting praised he always gets embarrassed, so he just smiles in return, but he is also happy to know you're there for him and you don't think he is too much

Kenma Kozume

it depends on his mood honestly

sometimes he doesn't mind it even if the other guy is flirting with you and sometimes will get pissy if you smile at the cashier

but when this boy gets really jealous oh my GOD

he is just like bokuto if not worse; he just hides it so well

one time you went grocery shopping with him and spent the entire time texting your friend who had just told you she was visiting your city

and he got so offended

you didn't even notice it until later that day when you came home and he suddenly refused to cuddle with you

silent treatment

lifts his nose and ignores you, only giving you dirty side glances from under the eye

such a massive sense of pride in those 170 cm even oikawa would be impressed

in my country there's a saying "it's in the smallest bottle that the poison lies" and honestly? yeah

at some point you realise why he's acting like that and you start teasing him

"i am not jealous i am just mildly irritated" is the only thing he deems necessary to say before going back to being unnecessarily pissed

he reminds you of an angry cat

it's kind of amusing seeing him like this but you were also getting real tired of his shit

don't even try bribing him (you tried buying him over with a ps5 but he just looked at you unimpressed, disgusted that you think so low of him)

the only thing he will accept is a sincere apology

if it's sincere or not is up to him to decide, obviously

which can lead to quite some bickering

will try to get you to beg but please have dignity, if you do it once he will make you do it every time

yeah generally a lttle shit but his kisses after making up are just as eager as yours so

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! #suna x reader #suna rintarou #nalanon #nalasks #nalarqs #nalawrites #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #bokuto kotaro #bokuto x reader #kenma kozume #kenma x reader

[yesimwriting]

Would you write a Kaz Brekker request where the reader is a bookworm and a crow and basically Kaz asks the reader to read to him as his way of apologizing after a argument that was his fault?

 it ​​a/n i did something kinda similar in a 'promise of rain' blurb,, but this concept is so cute to me:)) love it sm i moved it up my request cue lol

also IM IN COLLEGE NOW!! WHAT?? AND IVE BEEN TO A PARTY! AND IM JOINING A SORORITY AND I DID DRAMA AUDITIONS AND AHH !! SO DIFFERENT! I MISS MY MOM AND SISTER AND DOG AND EVEN MY DAD BUT IM HAPPY HERE!! 

also im a little worried this might not portray kaz superrrrr accurately bc it's been awhile so just let me know,, feedback leads to improvement:)) also kinda set this up for a part 2 bc...well youll see 

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They've always said a lot of things about him, and I've always heard them. But I've never quite believed them. Sure, I get why the dark things that have flourished in the poisoned soil that is Ketterdam consider Kaz Brekker the darkest thing of all. I understand the nickname 'Dirtyhands' for the gloved criminal who has fooled each crime boss at least once. I understand each terrible thing they've said about him.

But I've never agreed with them. I've never even considered agreeing with them. Until today.

The thought that maybe everything people say about him is correct in a simple context struck me worse than the silence after our argument. It made me feel like both a fool and hypocrite. Kaz and I have had our fair share of spats over the relatively short time we've known each other, but never like this. Never so badly he stormed out of the room before I could. I squeeze the book in my lap even harder, desperate to focus on the words on the pages.

You didn't hurt him. He walked away because he decided you weren't worth the cost of his expensive time. I repeat those thoughts in my mind over and over again, letting them bitter me further. It's a lot easier to be mad than hurt. A lot easier to fuel your pain than try to understand your mistakes. Besides, tiredness is already dredging around in my chest and if I don't calm down a little I won't be able to fall asleep.

I had escalated the fight more than I should have. Knowing Kaz is like performing in a tightrope act. One must always be aware of where they're going. Watching what's in front of them without ever thinking too much about what's beneath or behind them. Today though, when I needed my balance most I chose to fall. I chose to dive, and apparently there was no net.

"Oh, you're doing that thing."

I roll my eyes at Jesper's voice as I fight down a yawn. I wipe my face with the back of my palm before turning. The burning behind my eyes never resulted in full tears, but I feel better after doing so. "What thing?"

"That terribly noble thing where you find it in yourself to take full blame for every single conflict you and boss man fall into." The slight humor in his voice is enough for me to roll my eyes again. "Between you and me, I'm sure the reason he's so angry now is because you didn't do that for once."

I press my lips together as my chin angles itself upwards slightly. "I never do that." He raises an eyebrow. The slight sympathy that colors the look is more offensive than his accusation. "If I pick and choose my battles, it's for good reason."

"Clearly."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He shrugs once before further entering my room. I say nothing when he sits at the foot of my bed. "Oh, you know," Jesper stretches back casually, resting his back against the wall and extending his legs, "You and Kaz--Kaz and you."

Has he been drinking? Perhaps he's not here because of my unusual absence from downstairs after my fight with Kaz but because he's already too tipsy to think right. "What?"

At my confused look he grins, flashing all of his teeth with an arrogance that outshines the whiteness of them. He taps the still open book in my lap. "Let me put it in terms you'll understand." Jesper sits up a little further, amusement clear in his features. "You two make a shameful Elizabeth and Darcy--"

"Oh, shut up," I groan, glaring at him, "This isn't Pride and Prejudice. And Kaz and I," Jesper's smugness returns when I can't quite think of what I want to say, "We're barely friends--we're barely anything, let alone what you're implying."

Jesper pulls his legs up and shoves me gently. "Dearest, y/n," he ignores my glare, "You should know better than anyone that 'barely friends, barely anything' with Kaz is more than it is with anyone else?"

"That doesn't mea--"

"You two say goodnight to each other." Once. Kaz and I said good night to each other in front of Jesper once. How dare he assume it happens regularly? He's right, but that doesn't mean I'm okay with it. "You play cards with him. Not for money, not for skill--"

"It's for practice." The look Jesper gives me is enough to tell me that my defense didn't land.

Damn him for ever finding Kaz and I on one of those strange nights. One of those nights in which he lurks at the stairwell...the one that divides my room and his attic. One of those nights in which it feels like he's a phantom and I'm the only one that can really see him. A night in which we both silently find each other.

I couldn't quite believe it the first time it happened. I'm not exactly a Crow--I don't feel enough a connection to the Dregs to join them without some kind of guarantee--but I was needed for some obscure job. but I was needed for some obscure job. The Crows needed an insider who could blend into high society, and I needed a place to stay away from my father.

It worked. I worked. And with each passing day I found myself enjoying the Crows more and more. That's why I stayed. That's why I started checking the stairwell practically every night, a set of playing cards in my hand.

The first time had been awkward. I couldn't sleep and my room felt too quiet, but the rambunctious club felt too loud and a little unsafe considering the hour. So I settled for the only space in between. When Kaz found me sitting on the steps and playing a solitary card game I had been so stunned by embarrassment I just offered to deal him in. I had been more shocked when he silently accepted my offer.

"Practice?" Jesper repeats. "You were laughing, I heard you."

"That was one time--how do you know we didn't just happen to play cards together the one time you saw it?"

"Because you laughed about a play you considered 'predictable'."

Sighing, I sit up a little straighter. "I'm not having this conversation. Occasionally saying 'goodnight' to someone who lives in the same space I live in and sometimes playing cards with said person because we both happen to be up at a certain time doesn't mean anything."

"And the way he looked at the contact that was flirting with you?"

Oh...this conversation again. "For the last time, the contact wasn't flirting with me. We had to dance to blend in and when he leaned towards me to whisper in my ear...it was to tell me the intel Kaz just had to have."

"And when he tucked that strand of hair behind your ear?"

"He just wanted to sell our cove--"

"Y/n, he kissed your cheek and I'm fairly certain he would have kissed you if Kaz and I hadn't made it to the corridor at that second."

Why is everyone so obsessed with what would have never happened? The contact had been attractive, tall with fair eyes and hair. But it's not like I feel anything for him, nor would I have been so foolish during a job. A fact that Kaz refuses to believe. I'm tired of this argument...I'm just tired. This job required me to start getting ready early in the morning and lasted long into the night.

"I wouldn't have kissed him and even if I had, the fact that Kaz is so mad about feels...sexist." A stupid argument, considering that Kaz couldn't care less if the person he's working with is female, male, or anything in between because the only thing he cares about is profit. "It's a stupid thing to be mad about, but you hit on anything with a pulse at any time and--"

"I resent that--"

"For the first two weeks I was here I thought you might've been a prostitute."

I can feel him holding in a laugh. "Did you at least think I was a good prostitute?" When I glare again, he finally actually laughs. "Not the point--got it."

"Then what is the point? You're bored and obsessed with gossip so now you're shaking me for information you don't need."

"The point is you're oblivious." Rude...I move my leg in a weak attempt to push him off my bed. Jesper catches my ankle easily, ignoring my attempt at a fight. "You thought the contact was only doing his job and you don't know the real reason that Kaz blew up at you for the first time the way he blows up at everyone."

"Okay, well since you know everything, tell me why he's mad."

He lets out a sigh like he can't believe I even needed to ask that. "It's not the best look that the first time you let him pick a fight with you happens to be about some guy."

...Maybe he is drunk? "Don't be so cryptic. I don't like you enough to put up with that."

Jesper half-sighs again before pushing himself off my bed. "I'm going to pretend I think you're smart enough to piece things together from that."

"Asshole," I mumble instinctually as he walks towards my door. "Are you not telling me because I tried to push you off the bed?"

He turns when he reaches my door in order to lean against my door frame. "It's not not because of that." I should throw my book at his head. "In all seriousness, think about it. If you don't you'll either kill each other or kill me."

Ugh...he's so confusing. This time, I let him go. He leaves he door open, which is beyond annoying. I stand up to close it, promising myself I will focus on my book the second it's in my hands again. As I walk back towards my bed, my eyes land on the deck of cards on my nightstand.

Does it send a signal I don't want to send if I don't go the stairwell tonight? Do I want to send a signal? I don't know...actually, the only thing I know is that I don't want to think about this a second longer. I don't ease as I read, but my eyelids become heavier with each word they cross. I feel the weight of them as my focus slips, farther and farther away until I can no longer focus. When my eyes fall shut I can't bring myself to think or force them open.

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I notice my surprised before I register that I've just woken up. Falling asleep feels so far and yet the crick in my neck confirms the obvious. Rubbing the eyes with the back of my hand, I push my book from my lap and sit up. The only indication of how much time has passed is how much my bedside candle has melted.

How long have I been asleep? How did I manage to fall asleep? I thought I was too mad at Kaz to manage anything but pouting in my room. I hadn't even decided if I wanted to talk to him.

I stand even though I haven't decided anything. I should at least change if I want to go to bed. But is leaving this alone for even longer a bad idea? I think Jesper thought so...though my conversation with him is far from clear. It's not the best look that the first time you let him pick a fight with you happens to be about some guy. I'm going to pretend I think you're smart enough to piece things together from that. What does he want me to do with that?

Maybe he was partially intoxicated and felt the need to play the role of a good friend. Or maybe this is his idea of a joke.

Whatever--regardless of Jesper, I have a choice to make. A tiny part of me hopes it's insignificant, but I know Kaz enough to know that nothing is insignificant to him. He holds onto things the way he holds onto his kruge. Perhaps I'll seek out Inej, she seems to be the best at rationalizing. Though she might be asleep by now, or on a job or...I don't even know.

How late is it? Is it late enough to be one of the few hours Kaz claims to reserve for sleep? Maybe my bad luck is still around and he's already in bed for once. Does that mean his anger will extend to tomorrow?

I shouldn't care. It's not like I'm in the wrong. Did I escalate things? Maybe a little...but I won't apologize for defending myself. Even though that makes everything a little easier. I feel stuck, like in some kind of place of half sleep. A single knock at my door is enough to make me want to jump. I rub my eyes a little more firmly in hopes of waking up more before someone sees me.

I approach the door without worry. Maybe it's not as late as I assumed. Or maybe it's really early? I open the door while still fighting against my slight disorientation. I'm so focused on acting normal, I almost don’t register the person standing at my door. 

I don’t know who I expected, or what--maybe Jesper, much more tipsy than he was before, slumped against the doorframe, only knocking because he’s too tired to push the door open. Maybe even Inej, on her way here to deliver some kind of job or notice of dismissal. But it’s nothing I could expect. It’s...Kaz. 

The Dirtyhands stands at my door, expression as hard as ever yet something behind his eyes that burns the sleep away from me. “Uh--hi.” I bite my tongue to avoid cringing at that very awkward beginning. “Are you here to kick me out yourself?” The only response I get is the slightest shift of his gaze off of my face. “No? Well then I think I’m going to bed. It’s late.” 

My tone and words are clear. Get out of my doorway, I’m in no mood to go back to arguing.  When he still doesn’t say anything, I’m emboldened by my nerves. I push the door between us without breaking eye contact. 

Before the wood can meet the doorframe, he moves his cane, wedging it between us. “Y/n.” I don’t understand the way he says my name, but I’m certain he’s never said it like that. “I...” When he’s not prompted by the uncomfortableness of silence, I raise an eyebrow, my grip on the door tightening. “What I said shouldn’t have been said.” Wait--is he admitting fault? I’m so thrown I almost melt entirely. “Not to you.” 

The addition leaves him so lowly a part of me wonders if I’ve imagined it. I’m so thrown by it I don’t even think to reply until a long second has passed. “You seemed to believe the opposite a few hours ago.” 

His lips press together for a moment. “You didn’t ask me to play cards tonight.” He took that as intentional? At least that got me some kind of apology? I keep my mouth shut, greed making me want more information. I guess he must sense my silent tugging because he head inclines slightly. “Don’t push.” 

I fight down a grin. “Push what?” His only response to stiffen further. “I’m going to tell you something as a peace offering.” That seems to intrigue him in some way. I can’t tell if it’s a good kind of interested, but I note the slight raise of his eyebrows and his intentional silence. “I didn’t chose not to ask you to play cards.” He gives me no indication of anything, which is fair...considering my vagueness. “I was mad, obviously, and in the middle of deciding on a course of action...and then I fell asleep.” 

A long pause of silence. “You fell asleep?” 

I’m not sure if his incredulous tone should offend me or not. If I wanted to lie, I’d like to think he knows me well enough to know that I’d have thought of a better excuse than that. Or at least a less embarrassing one. “Yes, it’s not that difficult to believe. Today had been long and all I wanted to do was read, but then Jesper came in to say the oddest things and then leave me to...” 

Oh--oh. I guess there’s a reason people say to ‘sleep on’ something. Because now, actively remembering Jesper’s words for the first time since I fell asleep...I understand what Jesper was implying in the oddest way possible. He meant that Kaz and I...that perhaps there is a Kaz and I in a context that’s more than just grammatical. Wow. I really had to realize this with Kaz right in front of me. 

My face feels warmer than it did before, an irrational bout of anxiety forcing me to consider that me might be able to read impossible, embarrassing thoughts from my expression alone. 

“What did Jesper say?” I’m too lost in my own spiral of confusion and panic and some feeling I can’t recognize to register how Kaz asks his question. There’s an edge to it, an odd one, but that could easily just be Kaz. 

This is most definitely the last conversation we need to be having. I’m still mad at him for his earlier dramatics. So I just shake my head, feigning an exhaustion I could lose myself in. “Nothing and everything all at once.” I resist the urge to rub my eyes again. “I’m pretty sure he was drinking, and I wasn’t really listening. I was just trying to read.” 

Kaz’s expression hardens briefly as he takes in my words, and then he exhales, nodding once with the breath. “What were you reading?” 

My lips part instinctually, ready to spew off details about the latest novel that’s captured my attention. But before I can let myself take off, the reality of the situation strikes me directly in the chest. This is not Nina, or Inej, or even Jesper after what he considers a ‘good night’. This is Kaz Brekker, the man believed to not have a soul. I’ve spoken to him before about casual things, though most of the nights in which we end up playing cards or just sitting near each other are spent in silence. But he’s never prompted me before. Not in the one topic he knows is guaranteed to turn me into an overenthusiastic, gushing fountain of poor summaries and character analysis. 

I guess this is his peace offering. This shouldn’t warm the way it does. He was still unbelievably dramatic and treated me like I’m some kind of unreliable fool. “It’s late, and you know how I can be. I’d hate to keep you for nothing more than a poor summary and honestly, an embarrassing rant about plot or characters, because there’s just nothing as frustrating as when two people so clearly care about each other and both are too stubborn and oblivious to acknowledge it.” 

Kaz’s eyebrows draw together just enough for me to be able to make out a shift of expression in the poor light. Perhaps his lingering irritation is preparing to rear its ugly head. The corner of his mouth seems to threaten to tilt upwards as Kaz angles his head to the side slightly. “I can’t imagine that position.” 

No kidding. I bite my tongue to keep the sarcastic comment and awkward laugh that would sure follow it away. “Who can? That’s like half the point of reading.” 

How can interaction feel so over and just at its beginning all at once? I press my lips together to avoid filling the silence with things I’d no doubt instantly regret. It’s easy to be mad at Kaz in the moment. Too easy. But to stay mad at him when his temper has passed and he returns with some kind of begrudging and admittedly awkward and uncertain truce is another task entirely. 

“I’ve never understood your attachment to written words.” 

“It’s not about understanding, it’s about everything else.” 

“And you say I’m cryptic.” Is he...kinda almost joking? I straighten my spine, too tired to fight and too wounded to forgive. “There’s understanding in everything, nothing can survive on sentiment alone.” 

“If you read the way I did, you’d understand.” 

His lips press together as his expression remains unwavering in its hardness. “Read to me.” 

...Interacting with Kaz in any way often leaves me feeling like I’m wandering through unknown territory. But this, this is undeniably different. So different I can’t even think of a way to react. I watch his expression as cautiously as possible. He’s purely reserved, no distinction from the look he wears during business propositions. Except there’s a tightness I can’t quite understand.

Maybe it’s because I don’t want to fight anymore. Maybe it’s because exhaustion is leaving me partially delirious. Or maybe it’s the weird feeling in my chest that I can’t quite place. That I don’t want to place. “Okay.” I shift carefully. “If for no other reason then to prove you wrong.” 

Never did I think I’d end up in the position of sitting in my bed, book in hand, with Kaz Brekker sitting next to me. But here we are. I’m so tired, I almost let out a nervous laugh when he first walked in. So brooding and tall, gripping the head of his head cane as he sits at the foot of my bed, on my pastel quilt. 

I’m glad for the excuse to keep my gaze away from him and on the words in front of me. I read out loud, feeling more and more comfortable with each page I finish. But as my inhibitions slip away, so dos my hold on consciousness. My eyelids seem to grow heavier with each word that I read. 

“You’re falling asleep.” 

I straighten my spine on instinct. “Am not.” I’m not sure why I feel the need to deny something so simple. 

“You’re impossible.” 

From him, that statement is laugh worthy. “I’m impossible? Do you not remember earlier today?” 

From the way his jaw locks, I realize that he’s in no mood to be light about this topic. I don’t understand why. It’s not like I’m the one that wronged him. “I remember your lack of focus.” 

Keeping my hands at my side to avoid rubbing my eyes, I frown. “If you want to have this argument again, fine. Jesper is more ‘distracted’ than me half the time and you’re much more lenient on him. It’s not like I was flirting with someone or gambling or doing anything but having a two second conversation. One that I needed to have to get information that you wanted.” 

The last time we fought, I had more energy to restrain myself. This could be atomic. I hold my breath, waiting for Kaz’s retaliation. He exhales, eyes not meeting mine. “Arguing with you when you’re present is exhausting enough. It’s not worth it when you’re half asleep.” 

This angers me further. I hate that he’s right. “I’m not half asleep.” He leaves it at that. I glare even harder at him, slumping further into my bed. “But for the sake of argument, I’ll drop it. Something you’re incapable of doing.” 

At that, his eyes meet mine. I try to hold his gaze, but the harder I think about not seeming tired the more exhaustion slips in. A yawn escapes me before he looks away. Great. “I know when to lie in the grass in wait.” 

Rolling my eyes, I shift back slightly. He’s incapable of being less dramatic than this. Still, I can’t imagine the effort it’s taking on his part to not start an argument. Maybe this is why Jesper spent so long implying that there may be a Kaz and I in any capacity beyond a vague kind of friendship. “I’ll admit you’re tactful.”

“Resourceful people recognize that trait in other people.” 

Blinking twice, I lower my book slightly. Am I truly exhausted, or did he just compliment me in a way? “Careful, I may start to think you find me tolerable.” 

“Let’s not exaggerate.” Okay, now I know I’m exhausted because I think he might have just attempted a joke. Rolling my eyes, I decide not to acknowledge this lightness in fear that I’ll scare it away. “Y/n?” 

I press my lips together, worried about the destruction of our peace. “Yes?” 

“What did Jesper say to you? Earlier?” I pause, slightly unsure why we’re moving backwards. 

We’re in a decent place now, and I’d hate to ruin it. I’m too half asleep to lie eloquently. And it’s not like he’s an easily convinced man. “Oh, he said it so cryptically it took me longer than it should have to understand. And it didn’t help that it was something so...well, you might find it funny. As funny as you find anything, anyways.” Wow...I’ve spent such a long time talking. Rubbing the back of my eyes, I avoid his gaze. Exhaustion and awkwardness mix in my stomach oddly. “It seemed like he was trying to imply that you and I...me and you...” Why is this a difficult thing to say? It’s not like I was implying it and Jesper’s known for his oddness. “I think Jesper was implying that there was a you and I, or at least that there could be.” I’m too lost in a haze of almost sleep to watch his reaction. I let my head rest against my headboard even further. “Isn’t that odd?” 

He’s quiet for a long second, and then he finally speaks again. “Odd, even for Jesper.” The response doesn’t satiate me...what’s that about? I exhale, deciding that feeling is tomorrow’s problem. When I blink, I decide to let my eyes stay closed. Just for a moment. The sound of something shifting is what makes my eyes squint open. Kaz is standing, his expression unreadable as he straightens. “Goodnight, y/n.” 

At that, I sit up slightly, ignoring the exhaustion behind my eyes. “I haven’t finished the chapter.” 

“You’ve convinced me of enough.” A concession? How exhausted do I seem? My lips press together as I think of my next argument. Before I can get it out, Kaz leans forward. He grabs the quilt at the end of my bed and tosses it onto my legs casually. “Goodnight, y/n.” The meaning of his repetition is clear. His word is final. 

I find enough energy to manage a glare, but I pull the quilt over my legs anyways. “Goodnight, Kaz.”

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Can I have headcannons of nagito kokichi and fuyuhiko with a ultimate reptile tamer s/o like they wear a scarf thats actually a king cobra and have other deadily snakes on them just not visible like in their sleeves. They also will casually take a alligator out for a walk on a leash.

Alright! Some Danganronpa boys! Ah...How hopeful... As always since there is more one character being requested, these will be shorter than other fics.

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Nagito w/ Ultimate Reptile Tamer S/O

- He really loves you title since it includes animals in general

- His luck allows him to get away with touching you without getting bit by any of your little buddies, but he has been bitten more than once, luckily you carry the antidote on you at all times

- "He really got you deep this time, you should try to be a little more careful about how you approach me next time Nagito." "Ah don't mind me, the snakes are probably just trying to protect you from trash like me." "No, no, they love you too, they just got spooked is all. Come on bub, tell him you're sorry."

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"Sssssss." "It licked me." "See, he isn't hostile at all towards you."

- When his ranting about hope gets to be too much your snakes start freaking out, so you have to calm everyone down (including him)

- When he sees you walking an alligator, he doesn't really think much of it.

"Walking your dog I see Y/N?" "Oh, Nagito! Hey, I'm just taking this big boy out. He's been stuck inside a lot lately. Needs to stretch every once in a while right?" "How hopeful, mind if I join you?" "Not at all, you aren't afraid of them?" "It's just a bigger version of a lizard. I'm sure it'd be doing us all a favor if it were to devour me." "Nagito please stop talking like that." "My apologies, my hope. I-" "You're just expressing your opinion. Yes, I know. But you know how I feel about that. We're going to have to work on your self-esteem again aren't we?" "It appears so."

- Has full confidence in your skills with your reptiles so long as he isn't around, he can't stay away from you, but is afraid that his presence will cause you to get bit. You've had many conversations with him over this, and seemed to have got through to him.

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Kokichi w/ Ultimate Reptile Tamer S/O

- Where did people think he got the snakes from his last prank?

- It does freak him out that you are carrying around poisonous snakes with you, and that they choose to snuggle around your arms occasionally poking their heads out your sleeves (They're saying hello! As well as getting some sun while still staying warm.)

- And is warry of touching you due to the king cobra that likes to wrap around your neck lazily

- "Y/N, there are snakes poking out of your sleeves...." "Again? Come on guys...." "Again?" "Yeah, the rattlers seem to like poking their heads out to say hello every few hours." "Rattlesnakes? You're carrying around a lot of poisonous animals Y/N. Are you afraid of them biting someone?" "Only when the person in front of me is being hostile. They can really sense that kind of stuff."

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"You want to hold one?" "Ah...Why not? Don't have much to lose really." "Kichi..." "Lying again! I have a lot to lose, but I still want to hold them." "Alright, do you know how to hold one?" "I'm an expert of snakes Y/N." "Kichi." "You can really see right through me can't you?" "It was blatantly obvious Kokichi."

- When he sees you taking an alligator for a walk he has to do a double take and rub his eyes.

"Y/N, what are you doing now?" "Walking Penny around." "You're walking an alligator." "Yes. She likes it." "Seems safe enough." "For me it is, but I know you were lying there." "Of course I was lying, do you know just how easy an alligator can tear you apart!" "Yes, of course I do. I also know how to hog tie them too." "You're going to get yourself killed Y/N." "Don't say something like that with a stoic face!" "I'm not lying Y/N. Please don't get yourself hurt." "I've been training with these animals for over a decade. I'll be fine."

- Constantly worried that someone is going to piss the animals off so bad that they'll attack you when you try to comfort them. So he's always around, just watching over you.

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Fuyuhiko w/ Ultimate Reptile Tamer S/O

- You're going to have Peko on your ass very often. She says that "The amount of snakes you carry with you is a constant danger to the young master." And she's constantly having to separate you two due to your cobra.

- He himself doesn't seem to be phased by the snakes, and has actually attempted to pet them much to Peko's disapproval

- "Which one is the most poisonous Y/N?" "Hm?" "Your snakes." "A cobra's venom is more potentate. Their bite is fatal compared to the hemotoxic venom that rattlesnakes produce, which breaks down tissue and can cause the loss of limbs and eventual death." "You really know a lot about them." "Fuyu, I live with them. I have to know this stuff otherwise I can become a risk to everyone who steps around me."

- If he ever gets bit, Peko will never forgive you, even if you do carry the antidote with you and Fuyuhiko is fine in the end, she will advise him to break up with you

Not that he'd listen to her fully, since he really cares for you...

- Seeing you walking around an alligator will have him star-struck.

"Oi! Y/N, wtf are you doing?" "Fuyu? Oh, I'm just walking my alligator. Did you need something?" "I didn't know you had one in the first place, that's f//cking cool. Where'd you even get this big guy?" "I bought him." "You'd let me know where so I could get one wouldn't you?" "Young master, that would not be advised." "Peko, if I want one I'm getting one." "I have to agree with Peko though..."

- Overall thinks your ultimate talent is cool, probably gets a snake because of you

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TIK TOK SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. 2 ;

85 starters. CW: cussing, sexual themes, violence. Some starters are just random quotes from Tik Tok creators, some starters are from Tik Tok trends that have popped up over the past year or so. The original sources of these trends are from various memes, shows, songs, and other popular media. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed! [PART 1]

“Is it cursed? Let’s find out!”

“Will you be the best man at my funeral?”

“You better believe I love me like a friend!”

“Say you’ll give me all of you.”

“It’s just you that I mess with.”

“You must break the pattern today or the loop will repeat tomorrow.”

“The space I long for no longer fits me.”

“I’m glad you brought it up, ‘cause I’ve been dying to talk about it for a fucking hot minute.”

“Please don’t call me an eyesore when you literally look like a discontinued Cabbage Patch Kid.”

“I’m feeling like I did too much.”

“What kind of fuckery is this?”

“You’re coming home with me!”

“Keep about your wits.”

“Lord, give me one more chance.”

“Reminder that your boyfriend’s built like a bitch.”

“Oh my god, what is that...? OH MY GOD. WHAT IS THAT?”

“Who got you smilin’ like that, like...?”

“I pick my poison and it’s you.”

“Hey man, this look pretty good, man... Where your clothes at?”

“I don’t know what drugs you took this morning, but this is unacceptable behavior.”

“Sometimes I gotta beat the ladies off with a stick.”

“Jesus Christ, I’m so blue all the time.”

“And if you wonder if I hate you, I do.”

“I think you’re such a hottie.”

“If I let you touch my body, will you stay?”

“I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”

“You are my soul’s home.”

“I pray to the heavens above that I dream of you.”

“I can still feel your touch on my skin.”

“You kinda’ smell... like a baka.”

“You know I can’t make it on my own.”

“This is your daily reminder to go seek revenge on any motherfucker who’s ever hurt you. Go get ‘em, tiger.”

“And I’m sorry I left, but it was for the best, though it never felt right.”

“He really tried to stop Michael Myers with a fire hose.”

“‘Evil dies tonight’ is exactly what I say to the pharmacist every time I buy a morning-after pill.”

“Ahh, you mad!”

“I could fix him.”

“Maybe I’m cringe.”

“I like watching you watch cartoons in my room.”

“I ain’t mad, bitch. Look where you’re working at.”

“You mad, ahhh! Look where you’re eatin’ at!”

“Not to be dramatic, but I wanna die.”

“I’m not feeling very fly like a G6.”

“So your plan is posting memes until someone falls in love with you. You’re so pathetic, did you know that?”

“You know we’ll have to go out there at some point...”

“Why can’t everyone just go away? Except you, you can stay.”

“Do you ever think of the things you’ve ruined?”

“Being away from you is like Hell, but so is being next to you.”

“You have stolen my heart.”

“So can I call you tonight?”

“Literally, fuck your zodiac sign. I do not judge people based off the month they were born, their personality, my previous interactions with them, or really anything else. I judge them off one thing and one thing only: who they pick in Smash Bros.”

“My dog could beat a dinosaur.”

“I’m probably gonna tell on you if you say that again.”

“I kinda’ hate you, kinda’ love you, kinda’ wish I was you.”

“All this time spent hating on me could be used to improve your looks, your personality, your life.”

“Don’t you feel... silly? Don’t you feel... stupid?”

“I support women’s rights, but most importantly, I support women’s wrongs.”

“What are you doing in my house?!”

“Your standards are so low we done gave them things a funeral.”

“It’s hard to stay humble when your haters look like extras off Coraline.”

“What are you still trying to prove to yourself?”

“Have I told you lately I’m grateful you’re mine?”

“See, this is why I don’t play this game anymore.”

“Damn, girl... You fucked up.”

“Can’t spell funeral without fun!”

“You just don’t get it. You’ve already forgotten even though I just said it.”

“Maybe someday we will be two people meeting again for the first time.”

“Do you think we can make it the whole day without you doing something bad?”

“You look just like a dream.”

“You’ve got your demons and they all look like me.”

“Is it better to speak or to die?”

“My booty cheeks are, like, clenched.”

“I don’t know what you think I’ve done, but if we were to battle, I’ve already won.”

“I’ve played enough scary games to know that something evil is coming out of that dark hole.”

“Who wanna be girl best friends with an undeniable romantic tension that neither of us will ever address until eventually we have an inexplicably emotional friendship breakup and then never speak to each other again?”

“You very much need something to do in a zombie apocalypse. Why not fornicate? I’m just saying, ain’t nothing else to do... Besides be alive. Survive.”

“Please don’t come over here. You don’t see me. You see all this ass though. But you don’t see me.”

“If this don’t make you a believer of the paranormal, I don’t know what will.”

“Barely two words in and you already look like you want me dead.”

“You’ve changed. You’re getting weak.”

“Last time I was comfortable was in the womb. Just been disappointment since.”

“If it makes you happy, it doesn’t have to make sense to anyone else.”

“I’ve killed for you. Who else can say that?”

“I made this friendship bracelet for you.”

“Everybody wants to be my enemy.”

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