#okayyy I might have shuffled a bit more

[heartstringsduet]

wip word search

This is a fun change of pace. Thanks for tagging me @freneticfloetry and @carlos-tk

trap : from the d/s stand-alone 'Win or Lose' I will publish early next year.

All instincts in Carlos always want to ease any ounce of hardship or sadness off of TK’s shoulders, but just as TK bites down his fight, in this role, Carlos can bite down his urge to make it all better. They need this sometimes. It snaps some of the tight ropes around Carlos’ conscience and winds them around some of TK’s demons. “Good,” Carlos says. He brushes the back of his hand against TK’s cheek and glows as he starts rubbing ever so slightly back against it. Like a cat, Carlos thinks, and his own chest feels like it traps a purr.

watch: this has been in my drafts for ages even if I think it's some of my best writing. For now it's called "Fathers" and I plan to go back to it upon rewatch

The very first words he remembers TK saying is ‘He’s my dad.”  More than that, Carlos remembers the serenity of his smile. Like there was nothing but the solid foundation of pride and love carrying the weight of that sentence. Carlos had watched the back of the newest Fire Captain, knowing so very little about him, but trusting this man’s admiration for his father to hold truth.

rob: my newest baby. Fantasy!AU

The earth and the wind used to be Carlos’ closest companions, as easily called upon as breath. Now he feels the elements outside his body, something he can strain to draw upon and then has to hope for their whimsy to indulge him. He was robbed. The night his father was killed, the demon tried to kill him to. It failed. Losing half of himself has been the price of his survival. He would have given all of himself to switch places with his father. Now, finding this man, TK, was the first clue Carlos ever to finding the demon that murdered his father. Or it might not. Either way, he’d put the last two weeks on hold in the search for a man who didn't want to be found. What else had his life truly come to?

Tagging anyone who wants to join & @welcometololaland @rmd-writes @paperstorm @thebumblecee @carlos-in-glasses @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @birdclowns @alrightbuckaroo @louis-ii-reyes-strand @ladytessa74 @decafdino @lemonlyman-dotcom @lightningboltreader @noxsoulmate @strandnreyes @reyesstrand

#michelle writes #wip word search #tarlos fic #tarlos fantasy au #fathers canon fic #win or lose #okayyy I might have shuffled a bit more #but can blame my non-native tongue for apparently not having more vocab diversity?

[0risha]

RECOGNITION

series m.list

PAIRING : sukuna x fem!reader

SUMMARY : when an exchange student comes to jujutsu tech, Itadori is set on finding out why the King of curses is so interested in you.

TAGS : fluff, the tiniest bit of angst, jjk anime spoilers, some curse words, reader is described as a black female

NOTES : i’ve read a couple of works where sukuna meets his reincarnated lover so I wanted to try it out too, hope you enjoy. was supposed to make progress with my wips but I was in a sukuna mood. (◕ᴗ◕✿)

Sukuna feels your presence before he sees you. It’s one of those cliché moments where time puts its hand up to signal a standstill. Yuuji can feel it too when you pass by, your long braids swishing with each step.

He’s sure that he’s never seen you before but his shared body buzzes in remembrance. All the while, his emotions are overtaken by the unbridled feeling of wanting. 

After that, Itadori never took it upon himself to ask Sukuna about the matter because the curse didn’t seem to want to.

Sukuna had become more and more suppressed, his usual pop-ups were a rare occurrence, even when Megumi was around. However, for the whole month you’d been at Jujutsu Tech, the King of curses had been intent on observing from his throne of woven carcasses, body hunched over to just watch.

You’re an exchange student, Itadori recalls Gojo’s past conversation about a new second-year that would be coming from the states. You’re strong — at first, Itadori couldn’t help but think that this revelation was the reason for Sukuna’s interest —your cursed energy being perfect sediment for close combat and dealing precise blows, all the same, Itadori could feel a grappling hook of something that seemed to be festering.

It’s dark and brooding and it stirs every time you come into contact with him. And Yuuji thinks he might go crazy because he wants to know your connection with Sukuna and it’s not like he can ask you because your aura screams — unapproachable.

His chance comes when all the first-years are assigned to a mission, you're there for extra measure. Gojo’s shaman instincts telling him that this mission was far too exceeding for him, Nobara, and Megumi.

Though just as Gojo predicted, it goes terribly wrong and Itadori keels over with an empty hollow where his heart should be.

His last thoughts are consumed with a screeching mantra of his late grandfather’s words. In the crevice of his flickering mind, they're big bold letters that drip with poisoned regret.

Before his vision goes black, the last thing he sees is a heart-broken Megumi and your face which is flooded with guilt.

When Itadori comes face to face with the King of curses, the stench of rotting death overpowering his senses, he mulls over the terms laid out by Sukuna to come back, alive.

To be reunited with his friends and become some type of savior —sukuna's words, not his— he'd give up the reigns of his body so Sukuna could talk to you whenever he chose.

For the exchange of his life, the rules weren’t bad, a part of him knows that this selfish override could cause problems for you in the future, but he still agrees.

When he wakes up to a pure white ceiling and the smell of bleach he doesn’t expect to see you towering over him. Moving up to a sitting position, his cheeks nearly bleed red because he’s naked. His eyes frantically flit over to Gojo who’s sitting in the corner of the room, watching the exchange. The white-haired sorcerer shrugs in a ridiculed manner —silently telling Itadori that it wasn’t his problem.

“You called me,” your voice filters through the bright room. His eyebrows crinkle in confusion. Sukuna must've did something.

When his eyes flit back to you, he’s met with your monotone expression, your cascade of braids framing your face. And for the third time in his life, he’s scared. 

Your cursed energy, which for your level should leave little to no residual, is flaring with onyx undertones. Its sharpened jaws nearing closer and closer to Itadori in a beckoning manner. He's not sure why it's visible in the first place.

Gojo stays silent.

Brat, let me out. Sukuna, for the first time in weeks, pops up with a wide mouth on the palm of his hand. Without a second thought, Itadori allows him. 

Whilst wading in his domain of subconsciousness, he watches the exchange. Your expression stays the same as you study Sukuna’s marked face. 

“So hostile,” Sukuna bares, his powerful aura sifting through the room. You roll your eyes and crack a smile. Seamlessly ignoring the other man in the room— who you know Sukuna has a grudge with. 

“Am I not supposed to be?” you cross your arms and ask. “Being friendly would get me in trouble.”

“You remember me?” The King of curses cuts straight to the point, the question being so unexpected that Gojo shuffles in his seat, his spine rigid with anticipation. 

You nod stiffly. "I didn’t at first, not fully at least, but after coming into contact a few times, yeah.”

“It’s a shame I don’t have control over this body,” Sukuna presses a palm to your cheek, no doubt a loving caress. His deep baritone voice causing your skin to erupt into a turnpike for goosebumps to situate. “Do you remember how we parted last?”

“A sorcerer killed me or something,” you scratch the back of your neck under his intense stare. “Right through here,” you confess, pointing to the middle of your sternum.

“And you’ve become one?” Sukuna quirks an eyebrow, shoulders stiff with anger. 

“I didn’t even know I knew you until a month ago, calm down,” you wave in dismissal. Itadori takes note in the way Sukuna visibly relaxes, your words washing him in a bucket of warmth. “Is that all? I’ve got a mission in thirty minutes.” 

“I’m coming with you.” Sukuna jumps off the steel table, his bare feet touching the cool ground. You turn your eyes away from the bottom half of his body, ears growing hot in embarrassment.

“Eh? Is that allowed?” You turn to Gojo who’s still analyzing the situation beforehand and he shrugs with complacency. “Don’t let anyone see him,” Gojo warns, his stare serious even under his blindfold. You're not exactly sure what Gojo's thinking but you grasp the opportunity.

When you leave the autopsy room with a naked Sukuna by your side, careful to avoid any areas where Sukuna’s aura might be felt, you make it to Itadori’s dorm.

“Here.” You throw him Yuuji’s formal uniform and a pair of brown boots you find in the corner of his room. “I’m not wearing this,” Sukuna interjects.

“Huh?” Your upper lip curls up in confusion. “Then you’re not coming with me.” You turn to leave but he catches your arm in a tight grip.

“Fine, since you’re so damn adamant.” He releases his grip on your arm to slip into Yuuji’s clothes, when he finishes he turns to you with a glare.

“Good boy,” you praise, patting his tattooed cheek.

Internally, Itadori’s too bewildered to tease the curse. In all of his time spent with Sukuna in his body, he’s never seen the King of curses voluntarily listen to somebody else’s demands. The murky water he stands in ripples as he sits to observe everything that’s transpiring. 

When you both reach the site you were assigned to, you sigh in annoyance. “What is it?” Sukuna asks, hands in pockets as he studies your face.

“I was hoping to have an easy day, they’re not dangerous or anything but there’s more than a dozen in there.” You point to the abandoned building, its steel beams bending with age.

“I’ll exorcise them for you.”  

This is going completely against this guy’s morals, Yuuji thinks. 

Your eyebrows fly to your forehead as you grow giddy with happiness. “Really?” You exclaim clambering up to wrap him in a hug.

“If you don’t let go, I won’t.” He grumbles, head in your neck while inhaling your sweet scent. 

“Okayyy,” you inhale, trailing off, Sukuna not too far behind. 

The exorcism is completed in fifteen seconds, tops. You stare in amazement at his lithe movements. His sharp fingers extinguishing cores with precise stabs— the same way he did his vessel. When he’s done he turns to you with an eyebrow raised, his hands wet with unspoken substance. You turn away with a humph. 

“Was it not fast enough?” He walks towards you, concern written all over his expression.

“It was too fast,” you proclaim.

“Huh?” 

“You’re a show-off,” you turn to exit the building, your braids whizzing past his face. You hear his roaring laughter behind you as you make it outside.

The smell of freshly churned earth enters your nostrils as you walk down a fenced sidewalk with bent daffodils. “Where are we going?”

“A ramen shop.” His gaze flicks over to study your face which is softened with what seems to be tranquility. His heart tides over with pride once he realizes that you feel content with him, a 1000-year-old curse.

However, he knows it’s the result of your memories that tie in with his; shared massacres and intertwined fates. Multiple restarts of what seemed to be a never-ending cycle of mingled hearts. But this time jump was different than the others. 

You being a sorcerer is not the only obstacle, at all.

“Sukuna? Hey– you’re spacing out.” You wave a hand in front of his face to grab his attention. 

“We’re here.” He looks up to see a small ramen shop, its logo old with age. As he enters the shop, he somehow finds contentment in being in a place that you like. 

—

“You know you’re probably attracting sorcerers and curses alike as we speak?” You inquire, grabbing your ramen bowl from the waiter who nervously glances at Sukuna. His tattooed face also attracting unwanted attention. 

“Mhm, I’ll just kill them if they interfere.” You whip your head to turn to the waiter who you’re relieved to see, had already left.

“I knew you’d say that,” you stuff your face with a handful of steaming noodles. 

“Sukuna?”

“Mhm?” 

“What’s gonna happen between us?” You flick your index finger back and forth. “It’s not like the other times, I’m a dedicated sorcerer.”

“So?” 

“You’re the King of curses, I’m a sorcerer.” You repeat, dropping your wooden chopsticks to place your head on your propped fist. 

“Already made a deal with the brat, I can talk to you whenever and wherever I want,” he pulls his face closer to yours. 

“Yeah? What happens when they execute Itadori?” You curl your hands into balled fists, an unfamiliar emotion welling up in your throat. Somehow, it doesn't fit. It crosses your veins in a parasitic manner and your eyes glaze over.

“I’ll just come back.” He states matter of factly, voice coated with arrogance.

“You promise?” You whisper, holding out your pinky finger. You nearly scoff at your own action.

Ignoring the finger you bare out, he presses his lips against yours. It’s the same as he can remember, centuries ago. His body elates with a hum of electricity. And it's as if his body's creating a second space of void in which he feels his every sense being sharpened; the smooth curve of your full lips and the salty taste of previous ramen.

But before the kiss can go any further, you're pulling back.

“That was uh…” You blink once, twice, trying desperately to collect your thoughts. When you look back to Sukuna, you instead are met with Itadori’s clear face.

“The hell are you doing, brat?” Sukuna bares his teeth on the right side of Itadori’s cheek. ”I- I’m sorry just got a little uh.. flustered.” 

“The fuck are you getting flustered for?” Sukuna growls. 

“I- uh..” 

“It’s okay Yuuji, you can switch again another time,” you sympathize with the boy. His cheeks are coated in red.

“It’s getting late, eat some ramen so we can go.” You chuckle. Itadori nods as his hand reaches towards a pair of chopsticks.

“Touch my ramen and I’ll kill you again, you damn brat.”

back to m.list

#sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x poc reader #sukuna x black reader #jjk x reader #jjk x poc reader #jjk x poc!reader #jjk x black reader #jjk x you #itadori x reader #itadori x poc reader #itadori x black reader #anime x black!reader

[svnflowervol666]

Pinky Promise (dad!Harry)

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Harry introduces a certain special someone to the newest addition of his family.

Author’s Note: Surprise! Here’s some boy dad!Harry on this fine week night. I feel like Harry is almost always written as as girl dad (guilty as charged tho), so I wanted to show the boys some love. I didn’t really call this one an ‘x reader,’ because this one’s mostly about Harry and his bub, but the missus is still there, don’t worry! I hope you enjoy and as always, feedback of any kind, likes and especially reblogs are super helpful to keep me motivated to post more. Take care and TPWK.

     The Styles household was always filled with noise. Whether it was contagious laughter echoing off of the walls in the kitchen, the pitter patter of pudgy feet bursting through the back door from the garden, or the low humming of the secondhand record player coming from the living room. The sounds were comforting, reassuring to those that lived there. While the ruckus caused by something like which Joni Mitchell song Harry should play on the guitar before bedtime or what color everyone’s nails should be painted each week might seem chaotic to some, it represented a kind of tranquility that at one point did not seem possible to grasp.

    But today, in the modest, ivy-covered cottage with a pastel-yellow door, it was quiet. The sun poured in from the two open windows of the living area, filling the room with a still brightness that only London could emote. Dust particles danced in the light, drifting along through their own invisible current. The beginnings of the city could be seen in the distance, visible in a foggy haze with promises of sweet treats and adventue-packed days. But no sound, as the newest member of the Styles family had commanded the attention and affection of everyone within its walls.

    “She’s so little,” the youngest spoke up. Although he was now technically the oldest. He outstretched his hand out to caress the petite foot that stuck out from beneath the periwinkle-colored muslin blanket.

    “I know,” Harry replied, watching the swaddled newborn’s toes curl in reaction to being tickled by her brother, “I remember when you were this tiny, too.”

    “I was?” he asked, scratching at his chocolate brown curls that never laid flat.

    Harry nodded in affirmation, recalling the early morning when his son had been born prematurely. He’d spent nearly ten days resting in an uncomfortable vinyl recliner beside his girlfriend’s, who was now his wife, hospital bed counting down the minutes until the nurse would give them the “ok” to go visit their bub in the NICU. Harry stared in awe at his newborn through the glass of the incubator, using the open portal on the side to reach in and stroke his cheek with the faintest of touches. He was covered in wires and tubes, surrounded by monitors and beeping machines, all tasked with keeping his underdeveloped organs afloat. It was the most pitiful thing he had ever seen, and Harry still has those nights where he’s plagued with memories from the hospital. While the day he became a father was most certainly the best day of his life, it was one of the most traumatic experiences he’s ever been through.

    “Mhmm. You were actually even smaller when you were born,” Harry prodded, playfully wiggling his eyebrows at him.

    “No I wasn’t! the toddler jabbed back, crinkling his nose up at his parents, his aquamarine colored eyes turning into tiny slits on either side.

    “Umm, yes you were,” Harry’s wife replied with a chuckle from where she sat beside the rest of her family on the couch, “We bought the tiniest size clothes we could find and they still didn’t fit your teeny little bum.”

    The boy sat confused, trying to comprehend how a person could be smaller than his sister, let alone be so tiny that clothes didn’t even fit them.

    “Well, I’m big now. Right?”

    “Much bigger,” Harry reassured him, “But now that you’re bigger, you have t’ take care of your sister. You have to teach her how to be kind and share your toys with her. Think yeh can do tha’?”

    “Yes! C-can she swim with me in the pool?” he stumbled over his words, overjoyed by the idea of someone always being around to play his sacred water games with him in his nana’s pool.

    “Not yet, bubba,” Harry laughed, tickled by his son’s enthusiasm, “We have t’ wait until she’s a little bit older. But I’m sure she’d love to swim with you at Nana’s when she knows how.”

    “Okayyy,” the boy replied, slightly defeated.

    “Do you want t’ hold her?” Harry asked, gesturing to the sleeping bundle in his lap, her puffy eyelids closed peacefully as tiny, sporadic grunts left her little belly.

    “Yeah, but I don’t know how,” he professed, his plush, pink toddler lips turning down into a frown.

    “’S alright, I’ll show you,” Harry then carefully shuffled from his position on the couch, turning so that he was facing his son.

    “So, first, you have to make sure you hold her head because she can’t keep it up on her own,” Harry started, reaching over to place the baby girl into his son’s arms.

    Unlike the last time, Harry’s hands didn’t shake. He wasn’t afraid like he was before, when his arms trembled as he took his newborn son into his arms for the first time, petrified that he was going to accidentally smother him or drop him and that the worst thing he could imagine would come true. No. This time, his hands were sturdy, protective over his new daughter as he was preparing to introduce her to his firstborn for the very first time.

     Harry’s wife looked on lovingly as his son took the baby from him excitingly, his left hand cupping her head gently. Her tired eyes were filled with love when he wrapped his arm protectively around her little tufts of peach fuzz in the best way that a five-year-old with mediocre hand-eye coordination could.

    “You also have t’ hold her bum so she doesn’t squirm out of your arms.”

    Harry took his son’s hand into his, guiding him to place his tiny forearm along the baby’s back with his palm resting on her diaper-clad bottom. When he was confident of his son’s grip on the infant, he pulled back. He made sure to hover over him with his brawny, tanned arms just ghosting over his son’s. Just in case.

    The boy was elated. His sister was warm and soft, and she looked like one of the stuffed animals that he slept with every night. He couldn’t believe that the person he talked to in his mother’s belly every night for nine months and gave kisses to each morning before nursery school was here and real and now she gets to live with him forever.

    “She’s so cute,” he spoke in gentle whisper this time, remembering what his mum had told him about being quiet around the baby so that she doesn’t wake up cranky.

    He was absolutely smitten over her. Everything about her was the cutest thing he had ever seen in his brief time on Earth: her button nose that sat perfectly above her lips, her miniature fingers wound tightly her fist as if she was ready to fight, her little tongue that barely poked through her mouth each time she yawned. He could stare at her forever if he could.

    Instinctively, he pulled her into his bony chest for a hug, squeezing a little too harder than he should have. The baby girl tensed in his grasp at the motion, the beginnings of a shrill whine escaping her pruney lips.

    “Whoa, bub. You have t’ be careful,” Harry intervened, loosening his son’s arms so that the baby rested peacefully in the boy’s lap again.

    “She’s fragile. You can’t squeeze her like that,” the boy’s mum reminded him.

    “Sorry, Baby,” said the boy as he reached down to press his tiny lips to her eyebrow.

    Her forehead wrinkled up at the contact, similar to one of auntie Gemma’s baby puppies, thought the boy to himself. He also thought that she kind of looked like one of the puppies too, but he kept that to himself.

    Harry and his wife watched their children interacted, how his son was brushing his thumb along her skull, how her face relaxed at the steady motion. They were already in sync with each other, already comforting each other just by their presence. They were both besotted with their daughter, but Harry thinks he might be just a bit more in love with her than his wife. Harry had gotten used to raising his son, while he taught him to be a kindhearted and gentle creature, there had always been a degree of roughness to which he interracted with him. His daughter, however, was made of glass, Harry had convinced himself. He vowed to do whatever it took to make sure she never shed a single tear because of him or anything else he had control over.

    Now, Harry had two babies. One boy and one girl, just like his family before this one. The similarities slightly terrified him. His son was soft and gentle and loving, just like Harry had been as a child. He was sensitive, always yearning to be held and touched in the way that Harry had when he was his age. His daughter, even though she was only a few days old, was already a stubborn little fighter like his sister. She cried her lungs out within her first few hours of being born, kicking and screaming until it looked like her face was turning blue. She hated the harsh lights that the doctors shone in her eyes and their cold hands that poked and prodded at her belly like she was a science experiment. It wasn’t until she was in the arms of her family that her wailing subsided.

    It was thoughts like these that felt surreal to Harry. He never saw himself as someone that could be in the position he is now. He’d always thought he’d be an eternal bachelor, someone who only ever stayed with someone for a certain period of time before everything inevitably blew up in his face and he’d be back at square one. He never thought that he’d be the type of person with a wife and a white picket fence and a slew of babies; he never thought that he could be the type of person who could be this happy.

    “Bubby, can I ask you to promise me something?” Harry asked as he scooped the boy into his lap, making sure the baby was secure so that the three of them laid in one pile on the couch.

     He pulled his wife closer as well, making sure they were shoulder to shoulder and he felt surrounded on all sides by the ones he loved the most.

    “What?” his son asked, peering up at his papa with huge eyes that resembled saucers, his long, dark eyelashes brushing his brow bones.

    “I want you to promise me,” Harry began, wrapping his arms tighter around his two babies, resting his chin in the crook of his son’s neck, “tha’ whatever happens t’ the two of you, no matter how many times you get into fights. No matter how mad you might make each other. That you’ll love her. No matter what. That you’ll always be her big brother.”

    Harry hadn’t realized, but his voice trailed off near the end. His voice was just above a whisper, so quiet that only his son could hear. He pressed his lips to side of his bub’s forehead, an attempt to soothe both his son and himself.

    “Can yeh do that f’ me?”

    The boy in Harry’s lap pondered his father’s words. His finger went absentmindedly to stroke his sister’s hand, astonished when her fingers unfurled from the tight fist they’d been bound in all day. He slipped his pinky into her palm just as her muscles relaxed so that she was now clutching tightly to his digit.

    He had no idea of the weight that Harry’s words carried. He had no idea of the thoughts of uncertainty that haunted Harry about never getting to this point in his life. He doesn’t understand the cruelty that exists outside the walls of his home besides the pesky little boy in his class that borrows his crayons and doesn’t give them back. He doesn’t know that other children don’t grow up in homes with parents that love each other like his do.

    He didn’t know any of these things, but he sensed that it meant a great deal to Harry, and he wanted to make sure that his father knew he could count on him for anything because he loved him with all of his heart and Harry proved that to him every single day.

    “Pinky promise, papa,” the boy responds, loosening his hand that was wrapped around his sister to offer it to Harry.

#harry styles x reader #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #dad!harry #dad!harry x reader #dad!harry styles x reader #dad!harry styles

[neerasrealm]

Breakfast and Thrift Stores

Part two to this story. Literally just Dad Tim and Toby doing some bonding idk what you want from me man

word count: 1954

Toby looked himself over in the bathroom mirror. His pale, thin frame was covered in thin, faded scars. Some were from as a kid, some were more recent. Some were given to him, some were self inflicted and others...the car crash. He gulped, his fingers tracing over scars where doctors had given him stitches, where he’d been cut open to remove shrapnel, where he was cut and hit. He sighed softly and dropped his hand, grabbing his shirt from where it sat on top of the toilet lid. He put it on, then slipped on his usual sweater. He stepped out of the bathroom and looked around. His eyes fell on the white door connecting his room to the one next door. Tim had told him he could come inside, spend the evening with them.

The three of them were...odd. Tim was nice. He was friendly, and understanding. Toby had answered his questions the best he could, telling Tim his age, where he came from, some of his disorders. Keyword being some. Tim hadn’t pried too much into the boy’s personal life, but somehow Toby felt like he somehow knew more than he let on. Still, he had made a vow to himself.

He would never, ever tell any of them about what he’d done. He refused to mention anything about his dad, or his mother and sister. And he definitely wasn’t going to talk about...the thing. If it was even real. Maybe he’d imagined the creature. He wasn’t sure but- it was nothing Tim needed to know about. 

Hesitantly, he walked over to the door. He held his fist up, hesitating on whether or not to knock. And then his arm jerked and slammed into the door, forcing him into knocking. Ah, thanks tourettes. 

‘’Come in.’’ he heard Brian call. Toby grabbed the doorknob, turning it and pulling it open. The other room was identical to his. The three of them were sitting on one of the two beds. Or rather, Tim and Jay were on the bed, and Brian was sitting on the floor in front of it, his back resting against it. Jay waved a bit in greeting.

‘’Hey Toby.’’ he chirped. Toby smiled a bit and raised a hand in greeting, waving a tiny bit.

‘’Uh- hey.’’ he greeted softly. He closed the door behind him and fiddled with his hands, unsure of where to go. Tim gestured to the other bed.

‘’Take a seat kid.’’ he said simply. Toby clicked his tongue, another tic, and shuffled over to the bed. He very carefully sat down on the edge of it and crossed his legs. He tilted his head at the three men. 

‘’So uh- why did you want me in here…?’’ he asked gently. Tim shrugged while Jay pulled a TV remote from- somewhere- and began flicking through channels on the small, cheap TV across the room.

‘’Just thought you’d get lonely.’’ he replied. Brian nodded.

‘’You’ve been travelling alone, right?’’ he asked. Toby nodded. ‘’For how long?’’

‘’I dunno...two weeks?’’ Toby shrugged. And then his head jerked abruptly to the side. Nobody seemed to notice it too much though, thankfully. 

‘’Well- now you have some company!’’ Jay looked at Toby and smiled. Tim pat him gently on the shoulder and smiled a bit. ‘’Not that we’re very exciting company to have- eheh- but it’s better than nothing, right?’’

‘’I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m the most exciting guy you’ll ever meet.’’ Brian replied. Tim rolled his eyes, though Brian didn’t see it. Toby laughed gently. He liked these guys...they were nice to him. Really nice. Nice enough to let him stay in their room till late into the night. The four of them really just talked, watched TV and exchanged stories until night. Toby fell asleep in his own room, feeling just a little bit more secure than he had in the days before. 

He was woken up the following morning by someone knocking on the door to his room. Toby groaned sleepily and dragged himself out of the bed, stumbling over to the door and opening it up. In front of the door stood Tim, dressed in a pale yellow bomber jacket and blue jeans. He looked up at Toby. ‘’Morning kid.’’

‘’Morning,’’ Toby murmured, rubbing sleep from his eye. ‘’Did you need something…?’’

‘’Yeah,’’ Tim replied. ‘’Can I come in?’’

‘’Sure, sure.’’ Toby stepped aside and watched Tim walk into the room. His shoulder jerked involuntarily and he closed the door. ‘’What is it…?’’

‘’I wanna know how much stuff you got. Spare clothes, food, stuff like that. If there’s anything you need, I wanna get it today, before we head out.’’ 

‘’Oh! Uh- okay well- hot’n’fresh!- all my stuff’s in here,’’ Toby walked over to his bed and grabbed the black gym bag sitting on the end of it. It contained everything he still had from home. He opened it and rummaged around. ‘’I got some spare clothes, my phone charger, hairbrush, a towel, uhh…’’ he frowned. There were a couple other things in the bag, including a pair of orange goggles, an old framed photo, and two sharp hatchets. Toby decided not to let Tim know about those. ‘’My wallet, though that’s mostly empty and- 50% off!- I think I might have some cereal bars??’’ he frowned and pulled out a bunch of plastic wrappers and two water bottles. One empty and one half empty. ‘’Aw man- must’ve ate em all…’’ 

‘’So you got basically nothing.’’ Tim said. Toby shrugged at him. ‘’I’ll take you downtown to the goodwill and get you some more clothes and some other stuff, okay? And we’ll take your stuff to the laundry. It’ll probably start stinking of sweat soon.’’

Toby shut himself up before he could tell Tim that he actually couldn’t physically sweat. He instead nodded. ‘’Oh uh- you sure…? I don’t wanna be a waste-’’ he paused for a second, his tongue clicking a few times. ‘’of money-’’

‘’You’re not.’’ Tim interrupted. He turned and headed for the door again. ‘’Get dressed, okay? We’ll get breakfast while we’re out.’’ he left the room before Toby could even protest, leaving the boy alone in the room. He rocked on his heels for a few moments before sighing and looking at his bag. 

Toby stepped out of his room with his bag slung over his shoulder. He looked at Tim, who was leaning against the wall beside the door, also holding a bag. Tim looked up at him and smiled a bit. ‘’Ready?’’

‘’Uh-huh.’’ Toby followed him down the hall and out of the hotel. As they reached the car he moved to open the backseat, only for Tim to call him.

‘’Kid, why don’t you ride up front?’’ 

Toby’s head snapped up. Up front...last time he’d been in the front of a car was- ‘’Mmm…’’ he hesitated. ‘’Sure…’’ Toby walked around to the side and sat in the passenger seat beside Tim. Sitting in the front, he could see everything in front of them. The road...oncoming cars...pedestrians...Toby swallowed his nerves. Thankfully for him, Tim didn’t drive fast. The car ride was calm, and not too long. Their first stop was the local laundromat. Toby followed Tim inside and to one of the machines in the back. He put money in two of them and gestured for Toby to take one while he loaded up the other. Toby felt a bit of relief at that. He definitely didn’t wanna risk Tim finding the hatchets in his bag, or anything else for that matter. 

With the laundry in the machine and an hour to kill, they left and walked down the street to the local goodwill. Toby stopped next to Tim and looked at him. The shorter man looked at the teen and gestured around. ‘’Pick out what you want, kid.’’ he said with a shrug. Oh. Okay- Toby actually felt a tiny bit of excitement. He hadn’t gotten to pick out new clothes in a long time. Timidly, he wandered over to the men’s section and began perusing the clothes. A lot of it was ugly trash, which Toby and Tim both quietly made fun of. Eventually, after making fun of a dozen or ugly sweaters and gingerly sifting through t-shirts of questionable cleanliness, Toby picked out an outfit. An faded navy hoodie that was a couple sizes too big on Toby but very comfy, a white button-down shirt with blue vines and flowers patterned over it that made Toby feel fancy, and denim jeans that had colourful paint splatters along the legs. Toby didn’t know if it was a fashion choice or if the pants previously belonged to an artist, but he loved them. 

‘’How do I look?’’ Toby asked excitedly as he stepped out of the dressing room. Tim looked at him for a moment, examining him up and down before he walked over. He reached up and tugged the collar of Toby’s shirt up over the collar of his hoodie. He stepped back and smiled. 

‘’Looks good.’’ he said with a nod. Toby beamed. ‘’I also got you this.’’ Tim presented four pairs of sunglasses. ‘’Figured I’d get some for all of us. Jay likes to complain about getting sun in his eyes.’’ 

Toby looked over all the sunglasses before grabbing a pair of cateye shaped glasses that had a single sparkly gem on each corner. He put them on and grinned at Tim. The shorter man broke into a smile, and then began laughing. ‘’Nice choice.’’ he chuckled. Toby shot him some finger guns and clicked his tongue. Tim shook his head, still grinning. ‘’Go take that stuff off so I can buy it.’’

Toby smiled to himself. ‘’Okayyy.’’ he said, wandering back into the changing room. After he had his regular clothes on, the two of them paid and left. They went back to the car, with twenty minutes still left to kill. 

‘’Any ideas for breakfast?’’ Tim asked as he backed the car out of the small parking lot. Toby frowned for a moment. 

‘’I haven’t had a breakfast burrito in like...two years.’’ Toby looked over at him. 

‘’Christ kid, who’s been starving you?’’ Tim asked jokingly. Toby laughed in the seat next to him. The two of them drove to a nearby taco bell and picked up breakfast for not only themselves but Jay and Brian too. The smell of hot, fresh burritos and cheese filled the car and made Toby bounce his legs, an excited tic of his. They picked up their laundry before heading back to the hotel. Tim was holding the bag of food. He would have given it to Toby but- well, one wrong tic and their perfectly good breakfast could probably hit the ground. Tim was not risking losing his breakfast. 

Tim and Toby walked into the hotel room where Jay and Brian were still fast asleep. Tim set down his bag of laundry, walked over to Brian’s bed, and flicked him on the forehead. Immediately, the sleeping man gave an agitated groan and swatted at him. Tim flinched away from Brian’s swats until he was still again, and gave him another flick. 

‘’Aghh!’’ Brian squirmed where he lay and opened his eyes, glaring up at Tim, who just smirked. ‘’Asshole.’’

‘’Dick.’’ was all Tim replied with before turning over to Jay’s bed. He leaned down and gently shook him awake. He smiled warmly at Jay as his eyes fluttered open. Brian glared at him. Jay sat up and rubbed at his eyes. ‘’Morning.’’ Tim murmured. He held up the bag of taco bell. ‘’We got you two breakfast. Toby’s choice.’’

Brian looked at Toby. ‘’...breakfast burritos?’’ he asked. Toby nodded. He smiled approvingly. ‘’Good choice.’’

#creepypasta #marble hornets #ticci toby #tim wright #writing #creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta fanfiction #marble hornets fanfiction #mh tim #toby rogers #tim mh #jay mh #mh jay #jay merrick #brian thomas #brian mh #mh brian

[nekomassetters]

Eleven

After Ritsuko, Mito, and Nakamura dragged you away from the gym, the three of them finally stopped outside of your dorm. The girls then agreed to meet back up at your room around nine at night, despite your complaints.

A half-hour before the girls were to arrive, you started getting ready. You didn't give much thought to your outfit until realizing you should probably pick out something decent before the others make you dress in something too revealing or extra.

While you begin working on your hair you hear banging on your door, resulting in you jumping and smacking your head with your hairbrush. After placing it down you walk over to the door, muttering curses as you walk.

"You're early," you say sarcastically as you open the door.

"Don't give me the attitude, Y/N," replies Ritsuko.

As Ritsuko walks in she eyes you up and grabs your hand.

"Wow you look really good I'm impressed," she says as she attempts to twirl you around.

Then, Nakamura and Mito enter your dorm which Ritsuko left opened for them.

"Okayyy get it Y/N!" Nakamura shouts as she jumps on your shoulders and lifts her feet off the ground.

You roll your eyes and give yourself a bit of distance from your friends, hoping they'll understand that you want a bit of room to breathe. Mito was probably the only one who got the hint because she complimented you from afar while the other two got too close once more.

"So Y/N where do you think you're going to end up tonight?" Ritsuko asks teasingly as she wiggles her eyebrows.

"You guys are so weird, I'll be in my own room."

You break away from them once more and sit back on your desk to finish doing your hair. Mito then walks over and grabs your hairbrush, gently brushing your hair for you.

"Really? Cuz I have a feeling you might end up in Kai's room!" Nakamura giggles.

Once more Nakamura and Ritsuko get overly excited about your love life for no reason at all.

"There's no way that'll happen," you remind them, "like I've said I don't like Kai like that and I'm sure Kenma won't be there."

Shouts of excitement fill the room at the mention of Kenma's name.

"How come you brought Kenma up?" Nakamura asks teasingly.

"You're all the ones who were talking about guys!" you retort.

"But we didn't say anything about Kenmaaaa!"

You roll your eyes and tell your friends that they tease you about him constantly so it was implied that they meant him in the conversation about boys.

Once the bothersome conversation ends, Mito silently finishes doing your hair while Nakamura fixes her makeup with your mirror. You look over and see Ritsuko checking herself out in the mirror, fixing her blonde hair while she does so.

"Done!" Mito finally exclaims.

Once your friends finish cleaning up the mess they've left on your desk, they quickly shuffle you out of your room and over to where Yaku and Lev said the party was going to be held.

The second the door opens you're greeted by Lev. You give him a hug, happy that you've got a friend there to save you from whatever annoying circumstances come up.

"I'm so glad you're here," you whisper to him while letting out a deep breath.

"Awwww," you hear the three of your friends whine from behind you.

Lev quickly pulls away from you as he blushes and looks away. You notice the tension and decide to change the subject.

"So, uh, where's Yaku?" you ask awkwardly.

Lev grabs your hand and guides you across the room to a shitfaced Yaku.

"Y/NNN!" he cries out when he sees you, "come drink!"

"No," you bluntly respond.

"Yes!" Nakamura states right after you, drowning out your statement.

You once again decline Yaku's offer, telling him that you aren't interested in dying in this manner. Just then you feel someone lazily sling their arm around your shoulder. You look over your side and see drunk Kuroo smiling down at you.

"Loosen uuuup," he says while watching you frown.

"You are already loose enough for both of us," you growl back at him.

"Oh Y/N," he sighs.

Kuroo pats your head while you continue giving him a death glare for not listening to a word you're saying. Kuroo then pulls you along with him to where Yaku ran off to. You watch as Yaku begins pouring shots for your group and place ones in front of himself and Kuroo.

"No, no, no, you two have had enough already," you lecture to the boys.

"Then you drink them," Kuroo smirks.

Yaku and Kuroo then slide their small shot glasses to you and wait with anticipation until you finally give in.

📷

A while later you find yourself walking through a sea of people you've never met before. You look around for your friends but don't see them anywhere near you.

As you make your way through the crowd you eventually bump into Yaku.

"Y/N!" he shouts extremely loud to you.

"Yaku? Are you alright?" you ask as you watch him struggle to stand.

"Fine, fine, Y/N can I practice pick-up lines on you for this girl I really like?"

"Is this going to be inappropriate?" you ask skeptically.

"No of course not! Ready to hear them?"

Yaku looks at you seriously, anxious for your answer.

"Sure," you smile, "let's see how horrible your game is."

Yaku scowls at you for a moment before deciding it's best to just brush it off and continue talking.

"Alrighty! Y/N are you a bag of treats? Becauseeee-"

You stop him by crossing your arms and giving him a harsh look.

"This better not go where I think it's going."

Yaku rolls his eyes and opens his mouth to talk but nothing comes out. He gives you an evil smirk as a new idea strikes in his head.

"Okay then. I've got another one for ya! Baby, I'm a one man five-one team."

"Yaku no!" you shout to fall on deaf ears.

"Cuz I've got five fingers," he says as he lifts up his right hand, "and one serious dick!"

Shocked, you stare at him with no words escaping your mouth. As the alcohol finally hits, you give in and laugh at the lines that will never land him a single girl.

"Hey what's going on over here?" you hear another voice call.

You look up and see Kuroo put his hand on Yaku's shoulder for support.

"Yaku, buddy, you finally got Y/N to laugh!" he chuckles.

"I laugh!" you tell him, "you act like I'm super boring!"

"Sorry," he says as he puts his other hand on his hip, "but seriously what were you guys talking about?"

"I was asking Y/N for help with my pickup lines for this super cute girl I saw!" Yaku beams.

"Ahh. I've got some good lines, too!" Kuroo chimes in.

You watch as Kuroo pushes off of Yaku's shoulder and does his best to stand up straight. Putting both of his hands on his hips and taking a deep breath, he gets ready to show off his lines.

"I must be a diamond because you gave me a hardness of ten!"

"Kuroo nooo!" you yell out before getting into a laughing fit with Yaku, "you're such a nerd!"

"No I'm not!"

You put a hand on both of the boys and put on the most serious face as you can.

"Neither of you are going to get any girls here if those are the lines you go with!"

Both of them pout until the three of you get distracted by Yamamoto and Mito sloppily walking over to you.

"Kuroo, Kuroo, that's the girl!" Yamamoto tries to whisper as he gets close to his teammate, "the girl I've been talking about!"

You look over to Mito for your own clarification and see her face bright red before hiding it with her hands. After calming down, she then swiftly grabs Yamamoto and pulls him away from Kuroo.

"Sorry who are you again?" she asks Yamamoto dumbfounded, although you can see right through her.

"Mito," you tease, "you know all of the guys on the volleyball team so you don't have to pretend like you don't know Yamamoto-san."

Kuroo agrees with you and tells Yamamoto it's cool that he found a new 'friend' to which Yamamoto storms off angrily.

"Gonna go after him?" you smirk as Mito watches Yamamoto's figure begin to disappear.

Mito rolls her eyes and storms off, leaving you behind. You then tell Kuroo you're going to look for Ritsuko and tell him not to get too carried away with his 'amazing' pick-up lines when he finds her as well.

"Huh? Ritsuko? You- Your captain? She wants me to?" he begins bombarding you with questions.

"I dunno ask her yourself," you tease as you let yourself disappear into the crowd.

#Wattpad #Kenma Kozume #kenma #kenma x y/n #ao3 #fanfic #haikyuu fanfiction #fanfiction #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu reader insert #haikyu x reader

[ofhellsbells]

@ofcupidslove​

The 21 Club, often simply 21, is an American traditional cuisine restaurant and former prohibition-era speakeasy, located at 21 West 52nd Street in New York City. The Bar Room includes a restaurant, a lounge and, as the name implies, a bar. The walls and ceiling of the Bar Room are covered with antique toys and sports memorabilia donated by famous patrons. The best known feature of 21 is the line of painted cast iron lawn jockey statues which adorns the balcony above the entrance. In the 1930s, some of the affluent customers of the bar began to show their appreciation by presenting 21 with jockeys painted to represent the racing colors of the stables they owned. There are 33 jockeys on the exterior of the building, and 2 more inside the doors.

‘21’ Club debuted America's original gourmet hamburger in 1950. It was cooked in duck fat, spiked with fennel seeds, and sold for a whopping $2.75 in an era of five- and 10-cent hamburgers. In dollar-adjusted value, that price is equivalent to over $25. The price today is $36, although the preparation has changed significantly — the current version of the ‘21’ Burger is closer to a classic hamburger, with a pickled relish and served on a brioche bun with fries on the side.

Belphegor had chosen this location (through Dean’s aid) because it served one of the best burgers in New York City while also being fancy enough that it might actually seem worthy of her. They rented out the whole restaurant for their date with Cupid, though that wasn’t to say that the rest of the restaurant would be empty. In fact, they made sure the whole restaurant would be full of loving couples. With Chastity’s help, they conducted numerous interviews with thousands of couples to make sure the restaurant would be full of only the most loving couples, so Cupid could be surrounded with a large amount of love and energy. After she finished breaking Lucifer and Levi’s curses, they imagined she would need something uplifting like that to energize her.

Once the restaurant owners understood what Belphegor was trying to do (and with a significant sum of money), they allowed Belphegor to decorate the restaurant however Belphegor wanted to. They planned out a design with Chastity’s help, but ultimately, most of the work was done by Belphegor themself. At the table Belphegor had designated as the one for their date, there were four chairs. In one of the chairs was a giant stuffed animals sloth, and in the chair opposite to it, there was a giant stack of boxes of chocolates. They put Cupid’s favorite flowers on all of the tables. Chastity had helped with that part. The flowers were actually from Cupid’s shop, but Chastity had told her that they were for a wedding. She’d even invented a pretend couple with pretend personalities to make the ruse more believable, ensuring Belphegor that Cupid had no idea the flowers were for her gift. There was one additional bouquet that Belphegor picked out themself for their table in particular. It wasn’t as cleanly or beautifully designed as the other flower arrangements, but they’d wanted to try their own hand at it too to show how much they were willing to do for her. They hung up decorations, and they cleared out some tables to make some room for a small dance floor and a stage for a band. They invited Snoop Dog, since he seemed to know a lot about love, and Bryson Bernard, who made the Cupid Shuffle and named himself after Cupid.

Belphegor was in their more confident form, dressed in a pink suit. There was a lot more effort put into their appearance this time. Their clothes weren’t oversized or wrinkled and were clearly tailored to Belphegor. Their shoes were actually tied, and their hair was neatly styled and combed. Chastity took several pictures of them in various spots both in the restaurant and out of it, along with pictures of the venue itself before she left Belphegor to wait on their date on their own.

Belphegor waited patiently at their table for Cupid to come and just entertained themself by listening to all the couples around them and watching how they interacted with each other in an attempt to understand how to be a better date for Cupid. They apparently had plenty of time for it since it was well over an hour since they’d asked Cupid to meet up with them. They hadn’t originally told her where she needed to go when they’d met up with her that morning. At the time, they’d focused more with supporting her and trying to instill her with confidence in herself. They’d brought her breakfast and kissed and bit her neck just like Dean had told them. They told her that they’d text her the directions of where to meet them once the time came for them to celebrate her birthday, so it could still stay a surprise to the very end. Then, they’d just left her to her work, so they didn’t distract her for too long. Maybe that interruption was part of why she was late, but it didn’t bother them too much. What she was doing was important, and they were proud of her no matter how long it took.

An hour started to turn into several hours, but they were still confident that Cupid would show up. “She’s coming,” they assured the staff of the 21 Club when they came to comfort Belphegor, apologizing for Cupid not being there. “She’s just running a little late is all.” They all gave Belphegor a look of pity, which they didn’t understand, and left them to continue waiting. Several people approached them like this as the hours went on. Nearly all of the couples thanked Belphegor for paying for their meals. They all assured Bells that even though this ‘didn’t work out,’ they’d still find the one someday. Belphegor didn’t know what they meant by that and primarily elected to ignore those kinds of comments altogether. There were starting to be fewer and fewer couples in the restaurant anyways, so they wouldn’t have to hear it for much longer.

Maybe she doesn’t really like you as much as you think she does, spoke the Void. Belphegor ignored them just as much, if not more. They might not have understood love that well yet, but they knew more than they did before. They were confident in the fact that Cupid loved them. She’d said it multiple times, and they’d always believe her. They knew, just as strongly, that they loved her too. It added to their resolve to stay here and wait for her no matter how long it took.

Another hour passed. All of the couples Belphegor had invited were gone now, replaced with other customers so the restaurant could keep its business going. Bryson had left too, and Snoop Dog had spent the past half hour sitting with Belphegor. “What I’m saying is fuck bitches.” 

Belphegor nodded, not understanding what he was talking about but just agreeing with him. “Fuck bitches,” they repeated.

“Exactly!” He nodded and sighed. “Aight, I better get going. I’ve got another gig in an hour, but it was cool kickin’ it with you.”

“Fo shizzle,” Belphegor grinned, quoting what he’d often said to them. “I’ll tell you how it goes once Cupid gets here and we finish our date.” 

Snoop Dog sighed and waved them off before taking off. “See you later, kid.”

“Bye!” they called after him and continued waiting for Cupid.

Eventually, it got to the point where it was near the time for the restaurant to close up. One of the waiters came out to talk to Belphegor. “So she still isn’t here yet?” he asked. Belphegor shook their head. “Well, you better order now, or you won’t be able to anymore. I can’t get her to show up any sooner, but what do you want to eat?”

Belphegor glanced over at Cupid’s empty seat. They didn’t want to order without her, but at this point they had to. “I’ll have the Speakeasy Steak Tartare, the 21 Burger, and the 21 Express.” They’d decided hours ago what they wanted to eat, but they just picked something for Cupid based on what they knew she liked. She would’ve wanted the burger, and the last thing was a dessert they could share once Cupid got here. The waiter went off to the kitchen to put in their order, and Belphegor continued waiting. After several minutes, Cupid still wasn’t here, so they sent her a text. They’d sent her several already.

[Sent 5:02 PM]: Hey, here’s the directions. [Link attached] [Sent 6:33 PM]: Don’t worry about being late. I’m still here. Take your time :) [Sent 8:21 PM]: In case you get here in the next minute or two, I’m just going to the bathroom really quick. I didn’t leave you, I promise. [Sent 10:49 PM]: They said I had to order now, so I just ordered for you. I hope that’s okay, but we can pick up something else somewhere else if you don’t like it.  [Sent 11:24 PM]: I hope things are going okay for you. I know you can do it! And if you need anything, just let me know. [Unsent 11:25 PM]: I lov

They closed their phone as the waiter arrived with their food. Belphegor thanked them, and they went off to help other tables. They waited a few more minutes, just in case Cupid got there, but in the end, they couldn’t hold back from eating their own food. They managed to finish it all, and Cupid’s food still remained untouched. As it got closer to closing time, it became clear that she wasn’t going to make it in time to eat her food at the restaurant. Belphegor asked for a to-go box, and put both her food and their dessert away. They at least had enough decency to not eat dessert without her. Still, they waited. They waited until the restaurant wouldn’t let them wait anymore.

“I’m sorry she stood you up,” said their waiter. “But honestly, with as much as you did, if she stood you up, she doesn’t deserve you.”

Belphegor scowled. “She deserves everything!” they snapped. “And you don’t know anything about her.”

The waiter held up their hands defensively. “Okayyy, but you still need to go. We’re closing for the night. I’ll have someone help you carry your things out, and you can wait outside for her if you want, but we’ve got to finish cleaning here.” Belphegor sighed, calming down a little to do what the waiter asked. The remaining staff carried their things outside, and Belphegor sat on the steps to the restaurant, still waiting.

#ofcupidslove: happy birthday #self para

[princessamericachavez]

Fjorester moments in episode 63

There might not have been as many as in previous episodes but, man, were they awesome things! These two never disappoint!!!

[on their way to talk to the Bright Queen]

Fjord: Remove those moles one at a time

Jester: That’s right! You should always check them out because they can lead to worse things

Fjord: ...other things...

Jester: they can be real bad

Fjord: yeah

Jester:

Fjord:

Their banter is always so good??

This is also a perfect example of them zeroing out on each other during group talks like the world stops existing and there’s nothing aside them and their funny little jokes.

Jester: [The Gold Chain Mercenaries] are very powerful and very expensive. Fjord knows, he- he told me.

Fjord: Yep.

Jester giving Fjord credit and trying to play him up during tense situations is so cute, even though he’s too tense to even go along with it.

Jester: *talks about how they need the empire to do the attack to prove themselves as good informants*

Fjord: Shit! That’s a fucking solid point!!

[later]

Jester: We need to be in there!

Other people keep talking.

Jester:

Fjord: Yes... and, Jester’s right, we need someone in there to yell cheeto or something of things go wrong.

Jester:

Do you see a theme here? Fjord’s always the one paying the most attention to her and making sure she knows she’s being heard amidst the chaos and to point out whenever she makes a good point and I just live for that focus he has on her okayyy??

OKAY OKAY SO

FJORD WAS SO WORRIED DURING JESTER’S SOLO TRIP AS A MOTH??

Matt: So that’s forty minutes that you’ve been a moth

Fjord: I don’t feel like this is going the way we meant to.

Liam: We have no idea.

Fjord: It’s been going for a bit, though. I’m worried.

AND THEN 

AND THEN

JUST WHEN SHE FALLS AND SHE’S ABOUT TO BE FOUND OUT

FJORD COMES IN CLUTCH WITH THE RESCUE

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS IS OUT OF FANFIC OK??

AND LATER ONCE SHE’S BACK YOU CAN STILL TELL HOW WORRIED HE WAS

Fjord: What took so long? You were gone for like an hour, then you just-

Jester: *starts telling them about her terrible moth adventure*

Fjord:

Fjord: What did you do all that time? Did you go inside?

Fjord still worried:

Jester: But, Fjord, thank you so much! I was freaking out just a little!

Fjord: *immediately panics and starts to shuffle around while giving her heart eyes*

Fjord: Yeah, no, it’s fine!

Fjord: I mean... you know...

Fjord: we take care of each other

Fjord: *changes the subject quickly*

LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN

COULD YOU HEAR ME SCREAM WHEN THIS HAPPENED??’

BECAUSE I DID

BECAUSE THIS

THIS IS WHAT THEY DO

THEY TAKE CARE OF EACH OTHER

She told Nott way back on episode 2!!!!! (He watches out for me, I watch out for him, we are a good team)

He brought it back during the Jellyfish talk (If we play our cards right, and take care of each other, we might return a little wealthier than we left)

They’ve shown it time and time and gain in and out of battle

They are constantly checking in on each other’s health and happiness

I mean the health potion talk was just them shoving life at each other trying to protect the other c’mon

THEY. TAKE. CARE. OF. EACH. OTHER.

And Fjord really went and said it like it’s the most obvious fact in the world.

The world is round. The ocean is blue. Fjord and Jester take care of each other. These are all immovable facts. 

(If you wanna be extra emotional you can listen to the new song by OneRepublic called “Rescue Me” or watch this compilation I made a while back with them protecting each other)

And finally 

After the fight

the one thing I hope happens next week but probably won’t given they’ve lost the drow’s trail already

Beau: I’m down to be a runner, if we wanna have some people stay here and some people run.

Jester: Fjord, you and I could stay.

Fjord: *nods*

Jester: Disguise ourselves like the hobgoblin and the drow

Fjord: Yes

Jester: In case...

Fjord: In case there’s another meeting, yes.

LOOK AT THEM FINISHING EACH OTHER’S SENTENCES, BEING IN SYNC, PLANNING TOGETHER

Idk what will happen but I would love for them to have this little solo adventure filled with angst potential or at the very least giving them room to talk and to give us more of all the goodness that comes when they work together because they are such a good team!!!

Did I miss anything??? (There were a couple other cute moments but I feel like they were ooc but idk I might be wrong??)

#fjorester #fjord #jester lavorre #critical role #sofia's nonsense #cr spoilers

[mercurie-and-me]

ok LISTEN i know no one cares about this but i just listened to walls (the album) for the first time this morning and boiiii do i have some thoughts

(i didn't listen to any of the unreleased tracks beforehand btw)

kill my mind: to be honest, this is the only song on the album that i would probably skip if it came on shuffle. i didn't really vibe with it when it first came out either, it's just a bit busy for me, but i think it's good as an opener because it has so much power. it's also pretty reminiscent of uan one direction to me for some reason

don't let it break your heart: this!!!!!! this is probably my favorite song he released beforehand, the vocals, the instrumental, the lyrics, everything just fits so well and i'm so proud of him 😭😭

two of us: it's hard to listen to this without crying because firstly this reminds me of my dead grandparents but also he has just been through so much and i genuinely feel for him. it's terrible enough losing a loved one but doing it twice in the span of like two years while having the eyes of the entire world on you must be absolutely horrific

we made it: for some reason i kind of skipped over this when it first came out, i only listened to it like twice but this slaps so hard what the fuck?? i love the rhythm of his voice here (i don't know music terms lol) and also the little 'yeah yeah yeah' in the chorus..... some good shit 👌🏻

too young: this shit is so soft what the hell.... also his voice,, i will beat the next person up who says that louis is the weakest of the 1d boys (vocally). i mean, he might not be as versatile as harry or zayn but i always loved his voice because it's just so soft and unique and hearing it on this track is just.... *chef's kiss*

walls: for every question why you were my because..... now i stand taller than them all..... i'm telling you, this man is a goddamn poet. i've already done the whole 'freaking out over walls on tumblr' tho so i won't say anything else lol

habit: 'come so far from princess park'..... ok not to be a l*rrie but 2015 me is quaking in her boots right now, louis what the hell?? he must have known people would take it that way right?? i am confusion,, but also this song is amazing, i swear he's probably one of the most interesting mainstream songwriters right now

always you: okay okay okAYYY this is probably the biggest surprise for me on this album, i've never heard him do a song that was anything like this, i think this might actually be my favorite off the entire album right now?? i'm getting against the current vibes, i'm getting MAJOR future hearts all time low vibes, i really hope he does more like this! also, see previous comment on ppl who say he can't sing because have you LISTENED to this song? i can already see it being stuck in my head for the entire week now djdkdkdjdkdk

fearless: this one really speaks to me as a young adult who hasn't really learned how to adult yet but is just kind of pretending they do. also, the chorus gives me major goosebumps xjsjdkdkdkdkd

perfect now: ok now THIS ONE is the one that seems like a one direction song, it's like little things 2.0 i guess some queens don't need a crown SHUT UP I'M GONNA COMBUST THIS IS SO CUTE (also this is a lesbian anthem now sorry i don't make the rules)

defenceless: oh my god this chorus is amazing, i'm sorry if i sound like a brokwn record but i'm really blown away by how amazing this album is 😭 kinda solidifying my wish to get a 'defenceless' tattoo on my wrist for this song and iicf as we speak..... just kidding,, unless? 👀

only the brave: i really love when louis' accent comes out during singing, i don't really know any other singer where it's that prominent. it's not just in this song obviously but here i really noticed it. also, why is the song only 1:46???? what the hell?? this is like harry releasing sunflower vol. 6 without showing us vol. 1-5 givE US THE REST OF THE SONG LOUIS

#i'm so sorry if you followed me for queen and you're pretty much getting a one direction stan xjsskdkdkskdk #i just had to vent about this album i'm sorry i know no one cares #louis tomlinson #walls #mine

[soupbabe]

Can I have a Chihiro Fujisaki x reader? Like a reader who just follows them around (not in a creepy way?) and always try to help them with a n y t h i n g, they just act real lovey dovey and stuff?

I'm a huge simp for him fbhjfhjh

Chihiro Fujisaki x Reader

Aaaaa my first Danganronpa request !! <3 I love Chihiro sm!! this is my first time writing for Danganronpa in general, so I apologise if Chihiro is out of character at all!

Warning (maybe?): Potential Chapter 2 spoiler (nothing major), will be using they/he pronouns for Chihiro!

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Okay yeah being put in a killing game was awful, but at least you had someone to make it worthwhile

When you first saw Chihiro, you were absolutely smitten

How could you not?? They had a cute sense of fashion and their shy nature was something to awe over

Not to mention how impressive their skills were and how intelligent they were. Not everyone can say that they can program a computer and make robot ai seem like easy work

So you did what anyone would do if they found someone cute, and that was get close to them

Conversation wasn't the best with someone so shy at first

Probably because Chihiro was kind of scared of you considering the circumstances

Although he wouldn't rudely brush you off like Togami, it's reasonable to be quiet and jumpy around someone who only seemed to want to spend all their time with you and so persistent on getting alone time with you

Plus I don't think Chihiro has ever been the center of anyone's affection, so your behavior was something new to him

Over the past days you did your best to offer a welcoming energy when approaching Chihiro after noticing the anxious body language he held around you

You started asking them about themself; If he had any other hobbies, their favorite color, etc

This was also provided by your own responses, which made Chihiro relax after you two actually started knowing each other

You two usually spend your free time in the library or in the kitchen, baking together

He tried to teach you basic computer coding before, but it fried your brain a tad bit

Chihiro warmed up to you soon enough. He would talk a bit louder and openly laugh at your jokes (or your baking fails)

They fell in love with your extroverted and friendly behavior towards him. You were patient with his passive nature and praised him for his talent (which never failed to make the poor boy blush)

What really sealed the deal was when he told you that they were just a boy who dressed femininely because of past bullying for his small and weak body

You were just as supportive of him and didn't think he was weird for doing so

You even started using more masculine compliments for him in private areas, such as calling him "pretty boy" and "handsome"

His affections for you were relatively well hidden. He was too shy to actually do any flirting (despite the lessons from Mondo) and when he did, it was quiet and just a little "I think you look nice today...!"

Your plan of confessing to him was simple. Since you were bad at any kind of coding, you did something about what he also loved doing: baking. You were going to make cupcakes that spelled out the words ' I L O V E U <3'

Was it cheesy? Yes, but there's a charm in it that they might enjoy

(plus if things go wrong you have emotional support cupcakes)

You woke up early, getting to work on your confession

You asked Aoi if she could help out with your little project, with the promise of her getting any extra tiny cakes in return

She was only there to distract Chihiro from any suspicion that you were onto something

Once the cupcakes were done and laid out neatly on a tray, you made Aoi bring in Chihiro

You were so nervous when the swimmer brought in the young programmer, her hands covering their eyes

~ lil scenerio ~

"Okayyy, now open!" Aoi announced, quickly shuffling out of the kitchen. Chihiro looked around the room until he saw you standing next to the pastel cupcakes. He made sure to double check to see what was written was real. "A-are you sure this is for me...?" Chihiro looked at you, their entire face matching the pink icing. You nodded eagerly, your nervousness preventing you from letting out any words.

Don't get them wrong, Chihiro definitely liked you back. He was just taken aback and close to tears because no one has ever put in so much effort for them before. You stepped closer to the boy, about to ask them if they were okay until he hugged you once you were within distance. He started crying into you. "T-thank you so much..I love you too!"

Oh you weren't expecting him to cry, but you hugged back, a giddy smile coming over you. "Hey, hey, please don't cry! I'm glad you liked it." You took his face in your hands and kissed his cheek. "I should be thanking you, Chihiro. You don't know how happy you just made me." You two just stood there like a pair of lovestruck idiots basking in the sweet moment, just soaking in each other's joyful smiles.

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