#surely future parts of the game will have their own trophies

[cathrrrine]

Perfect / Love Won’t Die

Dominick “Sonny” Carisi x Reader • Law and Order SVU • Domestic Fluff, AFAB!Reader

Summary: Sonny happily holds the bouquet of flowers he bought for his girlfriend only for her to open the door and start crying. He immediately panics, but soon finds himself amused when she reveals the true reason for her tears. AO3

A/N: I’ve never posted any of my SVU imagines, but I had to with this one :) Happy 2024! My resolution is to post more of my work so I’m digging through all my drafts and posting them lol. Enjoy husband material Carisi <3

In all the six months you had been dating Sonny, there were never many problems that couldn’t be resolved with a simple conversation or a hug and a kiss on the cheek. As far as Sonny was concerned, it was the perfect relationship. He had gotten to know all your little habits; likes and dislikes, pet peeves, niche obsessions. Six months wasn’t exactly a super long time but it wasn’t short either. After only half a year of dating each other, he’d confidently testify that he had fallen in love with you deeply, enough to want to spend the rest of his life with you. He was happy to get married, have babies, grow old together…the whole shebang.

Things were going steady with you. He couldn’t imagine himself being with anybody else, and he was over the moon to know that you felt the samw way. Long late-night conversations about the future the two of you dreamed of revealed that you wanted him to be a part of it as much as he wanted you. Sure, Sonny was aware of how much of a (hopeless) romantic he could be sometimes, but that was in the past, and all of those relationships weren’t with the right people. His sisters had been talking his ear off ever since high school, warning him about women that would only break his heart. It made him wince just to think about all the red flags they ticked off angrily; gold-diggers, manipulators, emotionally unstable women, emotionally unavailable women…and the likes of it. That and their own broken-heart experiences that prompted very fuelled lectures of examples of men Sonny shouldn’t follow always rang in his mind, even until now.

He’d also been made well aware of how right they were about his exes with a bunch of ‘I told you so’s’ and narrowed eyes, but those relationships were in the past and he was much, much younger (and dumber) than he is now. He only had a couple of serious relationships in his adulthood, which ended up not being the right fit for either parties. Then, his love life got buried under the heavy, heavy load of police work and law school and he never found the time to make himself available in the dating pool. He was always too tired, too beat, too mentally drained. It was never a priority.

Then everything came to a stop and his whole world wouldn’t do anything but revolve around you. Sonny was smitten, like a lovesick puppy who got shot by cupid’s nuclear-powered bazooka as fate would have it.

He never felt this way about anyone in his life before, it was a feeling he relished in and was adamant on not letting go.

You were perfect.

Obviously, you had your flaws, but all only human, none of them fatal. Like how you had a habit of ordering too much food but he ends up being the one to finish it up when you realised your eyes had been bigger than your appetite — but he didn’t mind that at all, in fact he secretly loved being able to feast like a King — or how sometimes, you would arrive 10 minutes late to your dates on one of your busiest weeks, which he never complained about because he had his fair share of being unpunctual as well. Plus, you always made it up to him one way or another.

You were absolutely perfect, inside and out. Sonny thanked God everyday for sending a woman as smart, beautiful and kind as you his way. He’s never felt so lucky.

Sonny knew and loved everything about you, down to your weirdest quirks. If there was a Jeopardy! game where the topic was You, he’d be waving around his trophy like a mad man. What you didn’t tell him, he learned. It was the same way you got to know him. The two of you were always honest with each other, trust being the pillar of your relationship, it was why you got along so well. You knew how to make him happy, as he did for you.

So, why is it that you were crying as he handed you a bouquet of your favourite flowers as soon as you opened the door to your apartment?

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” His sweet smile dropped to a concerned frown, uncomfortable and nervous at your sudden reaction.

There you were in front of him, dressed in your most comfortable pair of pyjama pants and an oversized tee that he was sure once belonged to him, messy hair up that he found extremely adorable. Nothing seemed out of place, except for the fact that…well, you were crying.

He always brought you flowers. Was he late? He glanced at the clock on your wall. No…was it something he said? Something he did? Something…he totally forgot about?

“Nothing- no, everything’s fine, nothing’s wrong.” You sniffed, hugging the fresh bouquet close to your chest, dipping your nose into the floral fragrance to smell it only to find that the tears had triggered an onslaught of snot. That only made you cry more.

The bubble of nerves in Sonny’s chest was bursting at this point, he was almost worried he was having a heart attack. “Doll, you’re crying, something’s wrong.”

He held out an arm to pull you into a hug and you eagerly sunk into his embrace. You buried your face into the fabric of his suit jacket, breathing in what you could of his faded perfume. His calloused hands stroked your hair, softly caressing your head as he cradled it. He gently peeled you off of him to get a better look of your face, now red and eyes puffy from sobbing.

He held your cheeks between his palms and you pouted, looking up at him with sad doe-like eyes, and if that didn’t break his heart that he must not have one because the look on your face was shattering him in every possible way right now. One of his thumbs swiped a fresh tear off your cheek, he felt you nuzzle into his hand.

The tall blond gently led you to your couch and set the flowers down on the coffee table before cuddling up with you close to his chest. You wrapped your arms around him desperately, wanting nothing more than to be absolutely engulfed by everything Sonny — scent, skin and biceps.

“You’re killing me sweetheart, you gotta tell me what’s gotten you all upset like this.” You felt him kiss the top of your head and love bloomed in your chest immediately. “Come on, doll, what’s up?”

You sighed, big and loud, huffing away all the choked up tears with one big breath. “I swear it’s nothing. I’m so stupid.”

He was quiet for a while until you felt his voice vibrate from his chest again, “Was it…me? Did I do something wrong?”

You whipped your head to look at him, only to be greeted with a very worried expression.

Oh, Sonny. Oh, sweet heavenly innocent Sonny. How could you not love this man with every fibre of your being when he’s got that look in his eyes? The one where his pupils are so dilated, you could see your reflection in his big, blue puppy eyes.

How could you have been so careless?! Of course he’d think you were crying because of him, the sweet stupid man — God, you loved him so much. The thought only made you more emotional…and just like that the waterworks came rushing back in.

“Oh, God, Sonny-“ you hiccuped, pulling yourself away from him to put your face in your hands. “I’m so sorry- it’s not your fault at all,”

The lovesick, worried-sick man shot up next to you to pull you into his arms once again, stomach churning at the wave of emotions you were going through. He couldn’t even detective his way through this, his mind going haywire with every sniff that came from you.

“Then what is it?” He tried to keep the panic out of his voice, “Did something happen at work? Is it that asshole again?”

With what he dealt with at his job, it wasn’t out of the question for his mind to be going down that dark path, but he shoved his anger and panic down to focus on your well-being, remaining rational until you were calm.

That made you shoot up to look at him again, words tumbling out of your mouth hurriedly to curb his worries. “No, no! I’m okay, I’m absolutely fine, Todd — that ass — didn’t do anything to me, I promise you, I swear to God. And it’s not you, it’s not anything even remotely related to anything sane at all. I don’t even know why I’m getting all worked up over a bunch of random things, it’s just so—“

“Doll.” Your boyfriend’s voice pulled you out of your rambling. The loving concern that radiated off of him was enough to bring you back to your senses. Gently, he asked again. “What is it?”

You melted immediately, both embarrassed and exhausted from all the sobbing you had been doing. “I’m on my period.”

Oh.

Oh!

“I know, I’m not usually this emotionally affected but my hormones are all over the place and my TV decided to autoplay The Notebook, now I’m a mess.” You sniffed. “I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have seen me like this, much less deal with me.”

It was only then that the detective noticed the TV screen, paused on Ryan Gosling’s frowning face.

He tried to stifle his amusement, but it came out in a fit of giggles, much to your dismay.

“It’s not funny.” You pouted.

“I just— I thought—“ His laughter consumed him, shoulders shaking as he held up his palms to his face and ran his fingers through his hair, uncaring of how it would mess it up. Sonny leaned back into the couch and continued to laugh with his hands over his face.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was so quiet it came out like a squeak, ashamed of how you cried like a baby in front of him. Although the two of you spent plenty times over at each other’s places and hanging out with each other, over the six months he knew you, you never had your hormones hit you this hard. It wasn’t uncommon to you, but it wasn’t a regular occurrence either, and it certainly wasn’t an event Sonny had the pleasure of experiencing…until today.

“It’s okay if you’d prefer to be at your own place right now, I totally get it. I won’t be offended in the least, okay? I’ll call you in the morning.” Some men in the past have been weirded out when this happened to you, so you weren’t lying when you said you wouldn’t be offended — it was ‘your fault’ anyway, that was what you had grown accustomed to.

But Sonny, the ever-loving and understanding guy, did not share the same view. Of course not! Raised-with-sisters, loves-his-mother, thoroughly Italian, good-Catholic-man-who-respects-women Sonny, would never in a million years ever even think about being upset with you just because your period messed with your emotions. And that’s why you weren’t sure why you were so surprised when he responded to your offer with a kiss.

This was Sonny. He would never think lowly of you because of something you couldn’t control.

“That’s crazy talk, doll.” He mumbled into the kiss, smiling as he continued to love on your lips. “I’d never leave you alone like this.”

You pulled away a bit to properly look at his face, “Really?”

This was the man your heart belonged to. You don’t know how you didn’t explode when he gave you the most charming smile that ever graced his lips.

“Really.”

Everything you were worried about solved itself into place, like sentient puzzle pieces figuring themselves out with confidence.

“You’re too good for me.”

Unabashedly, you continued to make out with your boyfriend on your couch, a newfound appreciation driving you mad with love.

“I’m only for you, babe. Don’t need anyone or anything else but you.”

———

Now that the two of you were freshened up and settled down with mugs of hot cocoa in your hands, you and Sonny were much more at ease.

There was nothing better to Sonny than to be cuddled up with his girlfriend with her head laying on his chest. You practically clung to the arm draped over your shoulder, making a nest out of his bicep for your face — which reminded him of a koala bear, but he kept that thought to himself. He was so comfortable, so happy that this was his life. His nose pressed against your hair, the scent of your shampoo reminding him of a holiday well-spent together in Mexico. Deja Vu hit him the minute he kissed your head, laughing through his nose when he remembered the events that happened just a few hours prior.

“Hey,” he nudged you with the arm you were glued to. You pulled your focus from the movie you were watching — a comedy, nothing that would make the ‘bloody demon hormones possess me’ as you put it — and raised your eyebrows curiously in response. “I’m just wonderin’…”

“Hmm?”

“Why did you cry when I gave you the flowers?”

You groaned, still somewhat embarrassed at the flurry of emotions you attacked the innocent man with. But you humoured the question anyway, “I opened the door and you were standing there, so handsome and so sickeningly charming, holding up flowers that you brought for me. You should be worried if I didn’t cry.”

“Wow,” he whistled. “I’m really that handsome, huh?”

You playfully hit him in the chest with your fist as you resumed your initial position, “Shut up.” A smirk managed to rip it’s way through your lips. “But mostly, I was crying because I was so sad that the flowers were going to die. I don’t know, just weird how my brain works on my period.”

It was a nonchalant mention, nothing big to you, but it stuck to his mind. Flowers dying made you upset. How precious was that? He catalogued the thought, filing it away for the future. The inkling of humour tempted him, though.

“So, not so much on the handsome part?”

You snorted, “Eh, I’ll give it a 60/40.”

“It should be in the news or something. ‘Guy So Handsome, Makes A Grown Woman Cry’” he gestured in the air as if there was a banner.

“How about, ‘Girl So Hormonal, Makes A Grown Man Cry With Her’?”

“Psh, I didn’t cry.”

“You so were.”

“Was not.”

You laughed, thinking he’d given it up when the sound of the movie began to fade into your hearing again.

“You should come over the precinct, tell the guys how I can make the ladies cry just by showing up at their door.”

He wore that goofy, toothy grin you were so accustomed to whenever he was joking around.

You rolled your eyes. Then decided to mess with him. “Excuse me? Ladies? Plural?”

The grin immediately wiped off of his face. “No- I meant lady, as in singular.”

“Mhmm.”

“I mean— no, that’s not what—“

“Sure, Son.” The monotonous voice you used made him sweat.

“You know you’re the only gal for me! I was just joking…hey, baby, come on, look at me…”

———

Months passed by and relationship milestones came and went. You finally met his family on month eight, and him yours. Month ten, you got a promotion at work and thankfully — not by your doing — Todd left the company. Sonny and the rest of the SVU team made a breakthrough on a case, you met his coworkers you heard so much about for the first time when he brought you along for their celebratory dinner. He was teased relentlessly for ‘keeping such a wonderful woman from us all this time’. You enjoyed the camaraderie that they shared with each other, and felt like you won a prize when they extended it to you.

Time passed by you so fast that you barely noticed it was almost a full year since you and Sonny made it official.

The day of your anniversary, he made reservations for the two of you at a fancy restaurant — Italian, of course. You reminisced the journey of your relationship together over some fine dining and a delightful bottle of wine. The ambiance, mixed with the light-headed feeling from one too many glasses of wine, only made the love you had for Sonny so much more emphasised. It was a dream, to be loved by such an amazing man, to have found your soulmate. If you weren’t at such busy points of your career, you’d literally have his babies right then and there. A couple of mini Sonny’s would do the world good, you pondered. Unbeknownst to you, the subject of your thoughts was thinking the exact same thing, only he was dreaming up a babble of mini You’s instead.

Sonny and you walked home together — he had basically moved into your apartment by now, he was finding it harder and harder to be separated from you at night. Having you next to him made him sleep better, and just generally being around you made him feel better — the two of you never made his move-in an official thing, but there was no need to. It was almost like you shared a telepathic connection. Although, Sonny being Sonny, will make the moving in an official thing whether you needed to or not. Maybe into an actual house, with a backyard and a huge kitchen and a family to raise in to make it a home. One day. Maybe even tomorrow. He’d do anything, anytime with you.

“Got you something, by the way.” He grinned, keys jangling on the doorknob as he swung it open for you.

“Sonny, you didn’t have to.” You blushed. One year together and he still had that effect on you.

“Well, I wanted to.”

While you were taking off your shoes, he used it as a distraction to take it out of the hiding spot he so carefully planned — his height being an advantage to said plan — and waddled over in his socks to where you were sitting on the couch, handing it to you once he was sat as well.

It was a daintily patterned gift bag, not too big and not too small either, with a card attached to it on the front. You carefully removed it to read his words in neat handwriting.

Happy 1 year anniversary, doll. I love you so much. You make me the luckiest man alive. My love for you will never die.

You wanted to cry, so touched by his short but undeniably sweet words. He saw how your bottom lip jutted out, the way it usually did when emotions got the best of you, and smiled to himself with a bit of pride in getting his words right.

Slowly, you pried the top of the bag open, only discovering a plastic dome. “Careful.” Your boyfriend noted.

You wondered what it was, going over all the possibilities in your head as you took it out of the bag; lava lamp, necklace, tiny bottle, lantern…only to gasp when you saw what it really was inside.

A small sphere-shaped cactus with a crown of pink flowers, placed inside a white ceramic pot with the words, ‘My love for you will never die’ engraved in cursive writing around it.

Ahhhh, here come the waterworks.

“Sonny,” your eyebrows scrunched up, lips fully pouting now. “This is the sweetest fucking gift ever.”

Your use of words didn’t go unnoticed by the smiling man, earning you a chuckle out of him. “I remember the time you cried when I brought you flowers, and you told me it was because you were sad ‘bout them dying…it’s cheesy, I know. Corny, a bit. But I thought you’d like it.”

The rising inflection of his voice gave away his nerves, but you were quick to make your appreciation known. “I do, I do! It’s just the most beautiful and thoughtful gift anyone’s ever given me. Thank you, baby. I’m- Aw…“

You choked up and he took that as his cue to pull you into his arms, careful to set the prickly plant down so you wouldn’t accidentally get hurt.

“It’s true though, my love will never die. You’re stuck with me for as long as you want me.”

“You know I’m shit at keeping plants alive, Son!” You couldn’t help the wavering in your voice, “Oh, but this is just so, so sweet. You’re just too cute for your own good.”

“Well, I was cute enough for you to accept the babbling guy who asked you out a year ago.” The giggling that followed made his blue eyes seem brighter.

“Yeah, I couldn’t say no to that face.”

You took the comfortable silence that ensued as a segue to your own offering to him, “Speaking of this cactus being put at the risk of dying, I’m gonna have to appoint someone to remind me it needs water every now and then.”

“I’m assuming that would be me?”

“Yup.” You shifted around to look through your purse. “So, I was thinking…”

Sonny narrowed his eyes at you, “Thinking…?”

You held out your palm and reached out for his, dropping a familiar weight into his hands. As soon as you pulled your hands away, the object revealed itself to be a single silver key with a brown leather strap keychain attached to the ring, ‘Det. Carisi’ engraved on one side and ‘Sonny’ on the other.

He looked up at you, meeting eager eyes that matched his own. You were practically bouncing with giddiness, excited to reach yet another milestone.

“Move in with me? Officially?”

God, you were so perfect.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

#sonny carisi #law and order svu #peter scanavino #dominick carisi #dominick sonny carisi #detective carisi #law and order svu imagine #sonny carisi x reader #carisi imagine #carisi x you #period fic

[hyunniesgirl]

Welcome to my masterlist

I only write for skz at the moment but I do think about writing about the other groups I like in the future.

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🔥: smut

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Bang Chan

Empty heart: ☁️

Summary: you're just tired of waiting for your boyfriend that's never there for you.

I wanna be yours: 🌼☁️🔥

Summary: it was all a game to him, until all he could think about was you. He wanted to have all of you. Ruin all of you. Love all of you.

Requests:

Something bad 🔥

Chan who's obsessed with hickeys

Lee Know

More than words: ☁️ 🌼

Summary: your best friends are getting married and you're their maid of honor. They just forgot to mention that the best man and your partner in the wedding is the guy who broke you heart.

Hot n Cold ☁️🔥

Summary: after going from annoying each other to fuck buddies, Minho took your situationship from granted, always having you on his beck and call. So imagine how surprised he is to hear you have a date with someone else?

My cat likes you 🌼

Summary: your cat is behaving strangely lately and a walk outside your apartment shows you exactly why.

Can I be your favorite? 🌼🔥

Summary: Lee Minho is unreachable, someone you can only just dream of being with. Until one day, you enter the wrong door at a party and ends up with him inviting you to sit on his lap.

Requests

Blurb: reader and Lee Know after the VMAs - 🔥🌼

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Oneshot: Lee Know drunk confesses to you - 🌼

Changbin

Tease 🔥🌼

Summary: tired of months of teasing, Changbin just wants to have you and he's going to do anything to make you his.

Trophy husband 🔥

Stupid in love ☁️🌼

Summary: less than a month into the wedding, you get into a big fight with Changbin. When you think he's going to call it quits, he makes sure to show you that you're very much wrong.

Hyunjin

Call it what you want(completed) ☁️🔥🌼

Summary: You and Hyunjin were never on the best terms but when you're cheated on and your ex is trying to get you back, Hyunjin does everything he can to prevent it from happening.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

As it was

Just a little something about breaking up and starting over again.

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Oneshot: I wish you would - ☁️🌼

Han

Another Love ☁️🌼🔥

Summary: you've been hopeless in love with Han since you were children. One night you confess your feelings to him.

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

Bad Intentions(completed) 🌼🔥☁️

Summary: you thought you could turn Han Jisung into the perfect boyfriend material so you can get revenge on your cheating ex. Little did you know that you would end up getting much more than just a guy to show off.

Part 1 | Part 2

Requests

Han's drunk confession: 🌼

Felix

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Seungmin

Break up with your boyfriend, I'm bored ☁️🌼🔥

Summary: Seungmin knew what he wanted since the first time he laid eyes on you. The problem is that you have a boyfriend... Actually, that's not a problem for him.

Leave ☁️🌼🔥(part 2 of break up with your boyfriend, I'm bored)

Summary: a couple of misunderstandings make you and Seungmin at odds with each other. Now in his shoes, you're fuming at the thought of him having a girlfriend.

Requests

Movie night: 🔥

Jeongin

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[notalexhorne]

Another absolutely pants Taskmaster thing I love is that the panel has five people. Five. It's a stupid number and people are always complaining about it, and it's perfect. But it's perfect because it makes people complain. It's perfect because it makes the teams unfair. They could have just not had teams, and the five-person panel would never have even been a problem, but they created this problem for themselves entirely to sow chaos.

The panel being inherently unfair plays into the weird lore of the show. I mean, it's a game show. It doesn't need lore. Countdown doesn't have lore. Would I Lie To You doesn't have lore. QI doesn't have lore. Taskmaster showed up and has this entire weird conceit that we all just kind of agreed to accept and nobody ever really questions. There's this lunatic that makes comedians stay at his clown house and do weird things for him that don't make sense under the supervision of his personal assistant that he's having an inappropriate relationship with, and then the winner gets to take home a useless prize. And if they win enough useless prizes, they get to take home a terrible trophy.

What the fuck is that?

But the teams are an illusion, because it's not a team game. It's not like Would I Lie to You, or Countdown, or Never Mind the Buzzcocks. It's a free for all bare-knuckle brawl, where team tasks are a distraction from the main goal. In many cases, a person's greatest competition winds up being one of their own teammates. And I feel like this isn't by accident either, since often people on the podcast say that team days come after they've been isolated for a while. And because nobody knows their point score until often months down the line, there's no way to know if it would be of any benefit to throwing everything into doing well on team days, or going full Rhod Gilbert and just sabotaging everything and gambling your points in the name of making sure your teammate/s also get nothing.

It truly does not matter that having three people on a team is more often than not beneficial because that's the point. The panel knows that going in, or they wouldn't agree to do a show that is fundamentally unfair by design. Because team tasks aren't team tasks at all. It just took until series 14 for Alex to codify it by putting sabotage in writing. But the option of sabotage has been there from the beginning. There was a wild sabotage task all the way back in series 4, but it just wasn't written with such explicit language. Series 10 and 12 both had tasks where a third team member were irrelevant, so Johnny and Guz were basically told to go sit on a chair and stay out of the way.

I feel like the only reason we don't see more outright sabotage is because on the whole, casting has been fairly weighted toward people who are more likely to play nice overall. But it has happened, as we've seen with Rhod, and now that it's been openly codified and encouraged by Alex as part of a task mechanic, we may be more likely to see it happen organically in the future.

Of course the teams are unfair. Alex wouldn't have designed that by accident. If he wanted the teams to be fair, Taskmaster would have an even-numbered panel like every other panel show on television.

But the show is built on chaos. Of course the teams are unfair. That's the whole point of them.

#taskmaster #alex horne

[glowstone23b]

:DD!!! yes!! a wither!! (i saw a video once of some guy spawning a wither in the nether and letting these piglins have at em, cuz theyre naturally aggroed on wither skeletons as enemies and i thought it was super cool- i think one suevived nearly the whole fight? and it just,, gave me ideas!)

the immortality thing is kinda like a player status thingy! so yeah! (in part cuz im super attached to some of them, namely dereck, rylan, and grimm; and so i while i was super cool with them getting hurt and outcasted and going thru a lot of angst essentially, i was super super uncomfortable with them experiencind death in any permanent capacity, so here we are 😔) so respawning is a thing! and my thought was since players (people playing the game) are able to be any kinda skin they desire, i figured itd make sense like this "player" status was bestowed upon them like a gods blessing! if that makes any sense,,

and yea so with dereck, with his withered status, it cant really go away cuz he was withered BEFORE the wither died and he got blessed, aha 🤭 🤷 (lol i just thought that what if he treats his condition with milk like in game, and so he keeps trades with zombie piglins and other players who go to the overworld so he can drink it since its not available in the nether omg *enter he needs some milk vine* and and lol if he does nothing to take care of it hes just gonna fall into a death loop cuz hes immortal 👀)

omg flint is so cute i wanna draw em together 😭 who knows if i have time tho. they WOULD be friends omg taking care of the littol ones together 🥺🥺

thank you!! i love the wither star idea! just a littol trophy for him ^-^

dereck loves u too

How tall would you say your ocs are? Dereck here but rylan and grimm for future reference? No reason (I lie, it’s for drawing reasons). I would love to draw them together also!! I love piglins :) if you couldn’t tell fhdbsjsk

Poor guy with his chronic illness & pain 😔 but hey he’s a good channel for staying on good terms with the local overworld villages and whatnot bc of trade routes, it works out! RIP dude, don’t fall into a death loop… maybe overworld like… cow’s milk has special properties that help soothe ailments that are caused by negative statuf effects? I assume they could probably get milk from hoglins or like. Idk. Ghasts or something fbdbsjjs or maybe if nether fungus variants of mooshrooms existed? Who knows!

I’d like to see that tbh— I’m surprised a bastion could hold their own against a wither in game 😳 that’d be interesting to see the outcome of for sure! Makes sense why an oc would come of it, haha.

I have a couple more piglins in the works, but I’ll have to refine designs, tbh. I’d love to have a solid brute, but most of the ones I come up with end up being retired brutes or dropouts/wannabes, lol. Maybe a good set of piglets to draw consistently or something, too. Idk I have a bastion in my head and I just need inhabitants for it 🤔

Trying to find a good in between for in-game mechanics versus irl influences is so tough !! I do my best but sometimes I realism too hard. It’s kinda fun to mess with though :D

#glowstone23b asks #zaltynn #minecraft worldbuilding #good stuff #I’ll have to draw something when I have a good chance to sit down and do so #leading all of my followers’ piglins together by the hand like they do with kindergartners to make sure we don’t get lost #but we’re just sightseeing :)

[kylewalker-peters]

I saw some people saying Tottenham fans need to calm down considering they are literally still 5th and above liverpool and chelsea. Thoughts?

I mean sure there's the perspective that every team needs cause spurs are still in the prem and we're not say Southampton who are fighting for their lives, but I also don't think spurs fans are wrong to be pissed off right now. it's been building for years and years and i think everyone is finally just at the end of their tether. It's not like spurs are 5th and performing well, we're not playing like a team that should be anywhere above mid-table at best.

It's not a case of "conte bad" or "blame enic" it's everyone together making it such a calamitous shitshow.

The manager is non-committal to his future, won't adapt his tactics to suit the side he has, doesn't seem to want to do any coaching, refuses to switch up his team selection unless apparently players are (unnecessarily) BOOED off the pitch, and for some reason came to spurs and expected 100 of the world's best ready-made title winning players to come into the club when we were never going to provide that.

Our players are playing appallingly, our squad is thinner than a bald man's last remaining strand of hair, they go into the med room and never return, and there's the slight possibility we're headed for ANOTHER case of our players stopping playing for our manager.

The whole ownership of the club is a joke and is ruining the good parts of its legacy, we're never going to have the kinds of spending sprees of other top 6 sides but the lack of ambition continually displayed when it comes to player recruitment AND creating a thriving and useful academy is becoming negligible especially for the latter. we are not massively massively wealthy but we are spending like we are a lot poorer than we are. we don't back our managers, we don't know how to change and transition our squads at the right time and for a man that tries to save and obtain every penny possible the way levy refuses to sell players on before their price plummets to 50p and a freddo is crazy to me. and it's not only this lack of ambition that's killing us but the club has no idea whether it wants to be a microwavable ready meal short term winning machine (hence conte) or if it wants to be the english BVB with a focus on young talent and some experienced players to balance the side out. there's no rhyme or reason to who we buy or why we buy them. we spent all of last summer chasing djed's signature and beat out clubs like dortmund who are literally KNOWN for making young talent into stars and have given him about 20 minutes of game time all season in all competitions. we say our focus is on young talent and we always want to bring in a young player and develop them but spurs have ruined the careers of their own young talents and they're still fucking doing it now!

The whole club from the players to the manager to the recruitment staff to the academy to the owners are aimlessly wandering without any real purpose or direction or end goal, hell I'm not even sure "win a trophy" can be considered some people's objectives. as beautiful as the new stadium and training facilities are they mean nothing to fans if that's the biggest show of ambition they're going to get as if that's supposed to be their trophy from everyone involved's time at the club. at the end of the day juande fucking ramos is STILL the only manager in my lifetime to win a trophy with spurs. how can anyone defend that?

#sorry this went on for ages and got rambly i tried to cut myself off

[99liners]

yandere a⇝z hcs: enouement!kth;

pairing: doctor!kim taehyung x trophy wife!reader

original oneshot: enouement (it is advisable to read the oneshot first)

warnings: toxic relationship dynamic.

part of: tatemae; 建前 — a bts series

[yandere alphabets from here.]

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

↳ dr!taehyung’s love language.

he is not the intense, passionate type of guy. he is pretty laid-back, chill and is very calculative with all his moves. the most his darling is getting out of him are less sneers, scoffs and backhanded compliments. his way of showing affection is not being rude and a jerk.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

↳ he is willing to hire other people to do the messy work but i cannot imagine a situation where kth would dig his own hands into blood.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

↳ would h-? wow. this question seems so out of place lol. he is the king of mocking, he lives to mock his darling every second.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

↳ change her legal surname, manipulate her into doing the house chores but other than these, not really, no. for all his narcissism, he would not stoop so low. his self-esteem would not let him.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

↳ he does not believe in making big romantic gestures, their relationship bears resemblance to a fruitful business partnership even. kth might spill out his vulnerable feelings when he is super drunk, and we all know mans cannot hold his drink for the life in him.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

↳ he likes it that, to be honest. if his darling is not retorting back to his mocking and jeers, then it is not fun for him.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

↳ far from a game. kth only means business, he does not have time for trifles. he knew he could live with this woman and hence why he took her down. it was all an elaborate plan from the very beginning. they might have had a chance meeting but every thing else that took place after that till the day they were married was all fabricated by kth.

and yes, it would be very amusing to kth if his darling escapes. i mean she dare escapes knowing that kth can ruin her and her family in a matter of seconds.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

↳ any situation where his reputation is at stake or she tries to leave him thinking that it will teach him a lesson. if his darling ever gets it in her cute little brain that she can just waltz out of his life and make him the topic for tabloids, lol, she is in for a ride because kth has no moral qualms. mans would legit out her about the miscarriage row and will make sure she gets arrested for the same. would visit her in prison just to laugh at her. will give her the ultimatum — beg on your knees for forgiveness or spend your term in prison.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

↳ that his darling completely bows down to his prowess and becomes the perfect trophy wife that he is envisions. maybe a kid or two who would also become great doctors like him, not her.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

↳ he does get jealous if his darling is paying someone else more attention. like if she is obsessed with the new kpop group or an actor, it bothers him cause have you seen him? girls used to throw themselves on him all throughout school and university but his own wife chooses to obsess over other men? nah, does not add up.

oh far from lashing out, he would try to emulate the mannerisms and looks of the person his darling is obsessed with. he is too vain and hates losing.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

↳ i mean this is kth we are talking about. mans legit sneers, scowls, wears a permanent frown. however, on the rarest of rare days, he likes lying down on the bed with his darling, her back to his chest (his ego would not allow him to be the small spoon) while he holds her close, his arms enveloping around her. soft conversations and soft touches that burn into your skin.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

↳ if he genuinely courted his darling, i am guessing it would include him taking her out a lot to those fancy ass expensive places like exclusive clubs where general civilians are generally not allowed entry; basically any place where he would be able to show off his financial prowess or maybe he calls her to the hospital “drop by the hospital and we will leave together” which is just a ploy to show off how good he is at his job. he is kind of the insufferable show-off who gets on everyone’s nerves, lmao.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

↳ oh, immensely drastic distinction with how he is around everyone vs. how he is with his darling. to the world, he is the do-good sweet doctor who is constantly devoted to his work for the betterment of the society.

to his darling, he is a narcissistic asshole who would not stop at anything to make her feel small. he lives to see that look of disdain on her face, that look of constant helplessness when s he feels suffocated by the environment he creates.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

↳ he is not the punishing type, he is the patroniser. always there to patronise the shit out of his darling which drives her crazy to literally no ends.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

↳ right to a job because he needs to feel that superiority.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

↳ extremely patient. he enjoys watching his darling writhe and fight the urge to scream at his face when he is serving her those backhanded comments on her failed career. the whole reason why he never lets his guard down around her is because he has not yet been able to break down her spirit but he is in no hurry, either. he is busy enjoying the process.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

↳ kth would move on. 10/10 would move on, he might not date immediately after but he will certainly move on in both cases. and if his darling escapes, then he will first ruin her and her family’s life and careers.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

↳ i don’t think he feel the remorse until the day he successfully breaks down his darling. the day she becomes the doll who does everything according to his wishes, kth would regret breaking her because her fighting spirit is what he liked about her. she is a worthy opponent against his narcissism.

i think he will let her go after he breaks her because she would have nothing to offer and he would be bored.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

↳ kth is manipulative and cunning by himself it was not brought about by anything from his childhood. however, the way he treats his darling is reflective of how his childhood was spent. 

he comes from an extremely affluent family, his father is the breadwinner whereas his mom is the trophy wife whose job is basically to spend the money his father earns. his mother did not really even raise him because he had at least two nannies taking care of him. so that is how he thinks his wife should, she should take pride in what her husband is doing, give him children and revere him like his mom does his dad.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

↳ cue in soft dr!taehyung. in general he can be really rude with his snarky comments but when he sees you crying he becomes so soft. gentle touches, holding your hand, soft forehead kisses.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

↳ think his ability to move on, in case his darling escapes or dies, is his unique trait.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

↳ feed into his superiority complex. praise his expertise in the medical field, how he knows so much more than YOU, the best surgeon to grace the earth ever. howbeit, he is not the type to allow his darling to exploit him. he has a very agile mind, he knows about his darling’s dislike towards him and would quickly see through her house of lies. would allow himself to immerse in those praises but would snap out of it rapidly. if she can escape between those fleeting moments, welp, good luck.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

↳ he would not, no. kth is more of a classy act. he believes that there is no spirit in this world that cannot break with just his words.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

↳ he does revere his darling. reminds me of that scene where he was introducing his darling to that nurse who hit on him, he introduced her as “the owner of this hospital and my wife”. his snarky comments aside, he does revere her. his darling is the golden chicken, owing to his marriage to her, he is the head surgeon of one of the biggest hospitals in seoul. sort of into the body-worshipping kink, likes to take it slow and draw out moans from her.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

↳ i think his patience would run out when his darling crosses a line with him. i remember mentioning something similar in this ask about the S/O going through a miscarriage how he would forego all his patience and chew out her spirit in a matter of a few minutes. there is no getting back to that patient guy after that. his darling crosses a line with him and he will make sure she never repeats the same mistake again.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

↳ hasn’t he already, though? i mean, his darling still holding on to the last functional braincell is another topic but kth loves chasing the high of breaking a person’s sense of self-dignity and respect!

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feedback is deeply appreciated.✨

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- jaimie

#yandere bts #yandere taehyung #yandere alphabets #enouement #tatemae series #yandere kpop #yandere bts headcanons #yandere taehyung headcanons #yandere kpop headcanons #bts scenarios #taehyung scenarios #bts angst #taehyung angst #kpop angst #taehyung x reader #bts x reader #kpop x reader #❃―「jaim writes」 #still with queue

[everygame]

Gotta Protectors (Nintendo 3DS)

Developed/Published by: Ancient Released: 07/2016 Completed: 12/04/2022 Completion: Finished every level. Ok, I didn’t beat the final “destroyers” level (86). But it was ridiculous! Trophies / Achievements: n/a

Yes, that’s Gotta Protectors (Nintendo 3DS) not Gotta Protectors (Nintendo Switch). Yes, I found myself somewhat frantically trying to finish this before the release of its sequel, and barely managed, with just enough time that I could justify pre-ordering said sequel. And yes, by the time you read this I hope said sequel has 1) turned out to be just as good as this and 2) become a world-wide phenomenon like Wordle. Do people still play Wordle? Do I still play Wordle? Tell me, future me.

So. This is the first sequel to Ancient’s sorta-throwaway yet brilliant not-quite-tower defense game Protect Me Knight for Xbox Live Indie Games (long since inaccessible, unless you already bought it) where you pick your class, upgrade your hero’s skills and weapons, and work your way through 100 levels where the goal is (basically) to protect the princess until the level is over. You can do this by placing fortifications and turrets, and/or directly engaging with the enemies and trying to seek out and destroy any spawners, with each class having their own preferred playstyle.

It’s perfectly playable solo, but Gotta Protectors is a great game that desperately needs you to be playing it with friends to really be as great as it is (if that makes any sense). Unfortunately, it’s local play only, so I played through about three quarters of this in spates related to “when I had my 3DS on me, and friends also had their 3DS on them” which was unsurprisingly rare, and then I just set it to easy mode and tried to roll through the last 30-odd missions. The former, although it was a game every two years or something, was vastly preferable. You see, Gotta Protectors is almost like a Earth Defense Force demake, in that it’s absolute chaos at its best with insane swarms of enemies and destruction to be had, and when you’ve got a full squad of players trying to manage the insanity it’s about as good as games get.

If there’s a problem with Gotta Protectors though it actually relates to the way that context relates to the meta game. I’m not ever sure if there’s a specific genre title, but Gotta Protectors fits into the “Japanese multiplayer-focused item-grind action game” Earth Defense Force is roughly part of, but it’s most obviously personified by the Monster Hunter franchise.

Here, you’ve got tens of different items to collect, all of which are used in the shops and upgrade dojo, and you’ve got an extremely obscure system to use items to make rings that provide a further bonus. The issue is that (unfortunately) Gotta Protectors on 3DS was not a worldwide phenomenon the way that the Switch sequel has turned out to be (future ed. please check) so there really is next to no good guidance on… really anything.

For example, I liked playing the Archer best, but there came a point where it felt like my character did… basically no damage and died immediately, no matter what build I tried to shape towards. When I switched to Amazon? I didn’t really have to pay attention to that any more.

To be honest, as much as I love this game, there are certain things I just don’t understand even now (the difference between in-mission levelling up and levelling up at the dojo or weapon level bonuses, for example.) There’s a non-zero chance that you’ll be so confused by exactly what you’re supposed to be doing that you’ll get frustrated and quit if you’re trying to solo this–especially if you’ve put all your effort into one character and have to switch.

That all said though… it’s not really the developer’s fault that there aren’t amazing faqs out there, although a bit more explanation could have helped in game (yes, the silly fake manual is cute, but could it have some useful information?) 

Either way, I have incredibly fond memories of playing this with others, and with the 3DS being murdered any day now I suggest that if you loved the Switch version and have any 3DS owning friends you make a pact to play through this together in person, COVID allowing. I’d ask future me if COVID was still a problem, but it’s obviously going to be so I don’t have to…

Will I ever play it again? If there’s ever a situation where my pals can help me finish off that final destroyers level (levels where insane waves of enemies are funneled to the princess/castle and you just have to survive) I’ll boot this up. But it requires me bringing my 3DS to someone’s house. Could happen I guess!

Final Thought: Something interesting that playing through this at length solo brought up was actually how much the level design made me think of Cannon Fodder of all things. The way some levels would throw you into insanity straight away, others would require your hero quest a bit to solve how to finish the level, and so on. They’re both pretty good studies on how to keep remixing your game’s core play across a lot of content to provide surprises and unique moments, even if they both have pretty wobbly difficulty curve. I should play Cannon Fodder again… I always give up when I lose too many men, the themes of the game always make me feel too ashamed to go on!

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#gotta protectors #video games #games #gaming #text #txt #review #nintendo 3ds #3ds #ancient

[hobo-chancellor]

Ten things I have learned while playing the Final Fantasy 7 remake on hard mode.

1. MP is a precious resource and is ONLY restored fully at the start of new chapters.

2. Items can’t be used at all so having revival materia on everyone is pretty much mandatory.

3. Steadfast block materia should be mastered and equipped by all active party members at all times.

4. Prayer materia should be your main source of healing, pairing HP absorb with something it pairs with works as well.

5. Barret’s lifesaver skill lives up to its name, use it and abuse it!

6. Bahamut is a d!ck in this mode, the whisper version especially since Barret isn’t available for that part.

7. I pretty much died every battle on my first attempt, it seems a lot of enemies require specific strategies in hard mode; also timing is everything.

8. I still have yet to find an enemy that either lives long enough for its stagger bonus to be raised up to 300 % or more, or one that remains staggered long enough to get it that high.

9. So many materia combos and never enough slots.

10. You will be changing the element linked to elemental materia pretty much before every battle and not using it at all for certain boss fights.

Also I’m man crushing on Biggs so hard it’s not even funny!

#final fantasy 7 remake #final fantasy vii remake #hard mode is a b!tch #the amount of damage is insane #I had to redo chapter 9 for a missing manuscript and got to deal with hell house again #ironically the last time I kept dying over and over this time I didn't die once #a few more trophies and I'll platinum this b!tch #surely future parts of the game will have their own trophies

[sandbees]

Hello Author-san!, Could I ask for a House of Mouse AU where its Yuu's birthday or something and while they were like partying the great seven just busts in through the door and was like "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

And maybe add another part where the great seven and Yuu was playing monopoly and some of the great seven were raging and the students were just utterly speechless since Yuu was laughing like they were old friends

(I hope that I'm not bothering you, Im really sorry for making my request specific)

Oh, it’s fine! :) I really like it when people send me requests and asks. It kind of shows how people also like my ideas and have their own ideas about it. It’s nice to hear what people think would and could happen. The creative process, you know?

Anyways, onto the headcannons;

The Great Seven found out VIA Mickey.

Weeks before, Yuu mentioned their birthday to her coworkers at the House of Mouse. They planned to create a celebration for the night before.

When that date came, Yuu got a note from the mirror stating that Yuu didn’t have to put on their work clothes for the day. Which was...odd, but maybe there was a special event happening that they forgot to mention.

(Which was sus; Minnie would never let one of the staff go to work without knowing anything that would happen)

But when Yuu came over, they were surprised to see that the club was open early; and a bunch of guests there yelling, “Surprise!”

They’re surprised, and also very happy. Yuu smiles and thanks them.

Mickey tells Yuu to take a break today; and they have a special birthday event today just for Yuu!

So Yuu ends up enjoying the party as a guest instead of a worker. All the guests come over to their table to congratulate them.

“Hey, how come you haven’t told me?”

They chuckle at Hades hurt expression, “Sorry, it never came up. But my birthday is actually tomorrow, if you want to visit.”

The night progresses and Yuu enjoys herself (even with some mishaps behind the scenes that they don’t need to worry about...)

By the end of the night, Yuu is carrying some presents that their coworkers gave them and wishing everyone goodbye.

The next morning, Yuu is getting ready for school. Crowley already sent them the Birthday suit, and well...it’s fashionable, if not a little embarrassing.

Yuu was about to leave when there was a knock at the door. They open it, and...

“Surprise!”

They blink slowly, shocked at the sight.

The Great Seven, each holding a present. What the-

They’ve heard that it was your birthday, and they have brought you gifts to celebrate! (They’re also kidnapping you so they can spend quality time with you. Sorry twst boys-)

The Queen of Hearts gifts them tarts made by the best chef of her royal kitchen and a personal flamingo croquet. Perfect for any croquet games in Heartslybul!

Scar gifts Yuu the horns of an antelope. Look, he usually doesn’t take “trophies” of his prey; but for Yuu, it is fitting, no?

Ursula gifts them a necklace that had a sand dollar as the center piece. “This will allow you to hide yourself in the sea; whether by making you completely invisible or changing your appearance to be non suspicious.”

Jafar gifts Yuu a emerald scarab beetle. It doesn’t serve any big purpose than to look pretty and as a morning alarm. “I’ve noticed how you own little to no valuables in your dorm...I hope it is to your liking.”

The Evil Queen gifts multiple vials. “Those history books were correct; I am skilled in potions and poisons. Should you find yourself in trouble in class, take a drop of the liquid. They are memory potions that may prove useful in the future.”

Hades gifts them a bone whistle. “It’s not as flashy as I would like; but give it a good blow and my buddy Cerebus will be running to your side! Make sure you feed him some steak though, or he might eat you!”

Maleficent gifts Yuu a tea set, along with tea from the Valley of Thorns. These kinds of teas are very rare; fae are usually the only ones to get a taste of it due to how long the leaves grow! Maleficent hopes that you use her gift wisely, as it is such an expensive gift. (And invite her grandson to your tea making experiences; that would make him happy)

Later, you all play monopoly during lunch. In the gardens. Where everyone can see you. (Students are making bets and Azul is in the middle of it)

Scar is the first to go, then it’s you. Then the game goes on and on.

Students quiver in fear as Jafar take’s Hades’ money. There is a stare-off and Yuu is worried that they are going to fight in the middle of the game.

There is a lot of arguing and yelling, and also some spells and curses thrown back and forth. Everyone is on the edge of their seats as they wait for the conclusion of the game.

The Evil Queen wins. (She raises an eyebrow at the students who didn’t bet for her, “As a Queen, I must spend my money sparingly so we do not go bankrupt. It is a simple skill needed for a ruler.”)

(Crowley takes like half of the money- Wh Crowley why are you betting you’re setting a bad example for the students-)

After the day ends, Yuu is pretty happy. Not only did they get good gifts from their friends; they got to hang out with the Great Seven! And play monopoly! Fun times; Yuu wishes the day would never end.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagine #twisted wonderland headcannons #twisted wonderland mc #house of mouse au #happy birthday Yuu :D #great seven #monopoly #ask

[ramblinseahorsey]

There’s so many people out there trying to give Greg’s parents the benefit of the doubt, saying they meant the best for him, or that Greg just didn’t do a good enough job explaining to them he was unhappy.  That Greg and Steven just need to talk to them, to reach out to them, and hope is a great thing.

But I knew the second I saw this shot that they didn’t love him. They didn’t answer his letters.  Never. Didn’t even read them.  Don’t try and tell me Greg didn’t try.  Don’t tell me he didn’t reach out.

Greg didn’t just say they just discouraged music or pushed him to do sports, this isn’t a Barbara kind of miscommunication.  He clearly said they forced him to do sports and music was off limits. He tried.  From the looks of it, he tried many years after he left too. 

Don’t try and tell me that parents that saw their kid constantly frowning or looking like they were gonna cry in their photos and did nothing about it loved their kid. 

The only picture we see Greg look happy in was his school photo.  Not the one they liked enough to frame.  It is possible there are happy pictures around here with him and his parents we just didn’t see, but I wouldn’t place any bets on it.

The only mistake Greg made in Mr. Universe was not being more tactful with how he explained all of this to Steven.

Greg never specified the lack of love, and therefore Steven just didn’t get it.  He saw all these pictures and trophies and baby items and thought, that’s love, right?  He doesn’t understand or know about the parents who obsess over nick knacks, doesn’t get that these weren’t treasured memories to them, they were collectibles.  Anybody who’d still keep the letters, but not open them, was clearly after the status of being parents, not the actual time with their kid.  They kept in view things from a time he was obedient.  But all Steven sees is the image of a pretty, normal family house, the image Greg’s parents were more obsessed with maintaining than communications with their actual kid.  

They wanted him in their life at first, sure, but only back when they still thought there was hope that he’s end up just like them.  Back when he would still go to the island, back when he couldn’t fight his hair getting cut, back when they thought he could be the cookie cutter clone of them that looked neat in family photos and would prevent them from having to explain to people what he did for a living or why he wasn’t going on vacation for them, yet again, using him as a part of their image, not their son.  

Greg wouldn’t have called all of that junk, when he’s been shown to love collecting and having random junk, failed to emotionally connect or get nostalgic about a single item there, if there had been any love or bonding attached to any of them. 

Greg is a loving, loving, forgiving man.  If there had been any good memories in that house, 

he wouldn’t have constantly looked miserable in it except when he was talking about when he escaped it.

Greg, unknowingly, and only trying to help, bless his heart, made a huge mistake with a single sentence.  

“Trust me, your better off than I was!”  OUch.

He pushed Steven away the second he made a comparison between their lives.  You just can’t play the comparison game with people who were traumatized. 

Was he right that Steven got to grow up with love Greg didn’t? Well, yes, but Steven doesn’t realize that.  All he hears is the man who grew up in a nice, warm, not corrupted gem attacked house, with a nice, normal, not training just in case someone was on their way to murder you education, in a calm, relaxed, not born a war criminal childhood.  And complaining about it!

Of course he got mad!! Even if Greg had specified he wasn’t loved, how could he dare use the word better to describe Steven’s life?  Greg meant nothing bad by it, but as far as Steven was concerned, Greg was telling him he had a wonderful childhood, a wonderful future ahead of him, “just like mom” did.

Greg couldn’t have just brought up a half alien baby wanted dead in a normal community, training with the gems, unstable parents or not, was necessary for his survival.  But in the heat of the moment, Steven doesn’t think of that, the way he talks in this scene, he really thinks he could’ve had that, that a normal childhood could’ve “fixed” him, and that his dad’s choice was the only thing that stopped him from having that.

And between that and the crash, that was the trigger needed for Steven to push his dad away.  The guilt for yet another person he thinks he’s a danger to, and the huge feelings of jealousy he was too ashamed yet still too angry to voice over his dad getting to grow up human.  Steven saw his yearbook pictures and nearly got choked up saying the words “more human” pausing with a frown he quickly gets rid of, yearning to be the human in Greg’s pictures.  

So many out here are trying to take sides, either saying Greg was wrong and Steven was right, or Greg was right and Steven was wrong, but in the end both are true.  Both had the right to be unhappy with what they were given, and both should have done a better job trying to understand and listen to the others plight. 

While Greg should have worded things much, much more tactfully, and definitely, even if accidentally, hurt his kid with his words, he meant no more harm than any of the other people who’ve tried to cheer him up, and was right about all he said.

Yet you can’t get mad at Steven either, because as far as he’s concerned, all he learned today is that his dad had it so much easier, less terrifying, and found an identity in a way that Steven couldn’t relate to, couldn’t use.

That his dad can’t help him anymore.

Edit:  I’m not saying redemption is impossible for his parents,(Steven Universe is all about second chances), I’m saying that I can’t see it happening.  If you wanna be technical about it, anyone can be redeemed.  But that’s the point isn’t it? Anyone can change, but they have to want to.  The only person I could see being less likely to want to change is Marty.  

While possibilities are endless, the people who can not love their own child while raising them don’t tend to be the kinds of people to have a turnaround.  Not saying it hasn’t happened before, just that it’s so very, very rare.

These two made it very clear they didn’t want to, that they don’t want to.  It would be different If the letters were opened.  For a redemption/family reunion to work with these two, they’d have to make the first step.  Perhaps they’d get wind of Steven’s existence, and in a change of heart that came in old age, they’d get motivated to try getting back in touch even though they thought at this point it was too late.  Perhaps we’d get a shot of opened letters falling down not neat and tidy on the dresser.  

For it to work for me, Greg would have to receive a letter.

But i’m not holding my breath.

#su spoilers #hashtagstopexcusinggregsparents2020 #greg universe #is such a good man #but dang he messed up #DO NOT TELL A TRAUMATIZED PERSON THEY HAD IT BETTER #BEING LOVED DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACT HE WAS HURT #steven universe #saw alot of kind people wanting a demayo reunion #and while i still don't agree #i'll never say impossible #hope and change; nomatter how hard steven personally finds it; is still his mantra #things would certainly be willing on his end; heck; his dad;s end #I just can't personally see them having a change of heart even if we had a whole nother season left #The letters remain unopened #steven demayo #su greg #su steven #suf spoilers #steven universe future #steven universe future spoilers #steven universe spoilers #rambles #long post #rant

[ahysopae]

The Gifted Rewatch episode 13/13

Read the drabble on AO3 or under the cut:

Putting your trust in someone is hard. Can you trust your parents? They encourage you when you succeed (even if as Pang, you're not even sure of why and how you succeeded), and care so much about your health that they forget to listen when you say what you want (and if Namtaan's Mae has to put her daughter in a golden cage to keep her safe, maybe she would). They want you to do your best and don't watch when you destroy yourself in the process, only caring about the first places and the trophies you bring back home (as you should yourself, will probably say Punn's father). Can you trust your teachers? Maybe they are hurting too, crushed by the same system you try to destroy until they became a part of it, a useful tool in the greedy hands of the power in the shadows. Maybe they are behind everything, pulling the strings of everyone like puppets, considering their goals as the only important. (And maybe if being adults means that you have to choose between being a victim or an instigator, maybe you don't want to become one, even if it's a sucker's game). Can you trust your friends? You want to, more than anything. You want to take their hand and press it in your own, standing together against the world. But they told you that you have changed, that you don't trust them anymore, and that you lie when you say that you care about them. And even if it's wrong (you care, you care way too much), it's not enough to stop you. Can you trust yourself? Maybe they're right, and you have changed. Maybe your goals are more important than the others, too. Maybe if given the choice between your future and losing a friend, you choose yourself. Maybe your friends are only pawns in your plan B, the one you knew you will have to use at the end. "I trust you", said Wave at the start of the day, and maybe now he regrets, his hand on his arm where the needle hits him while his potential dies in his veins in the same time of his future. And like Pom stole Non's, you are responsible, and you will never know what would happen if you simply asked. Maybe Wave would have given you all he thinks make him special (and maybe you should have told him, that in your eyes, his potential is the least special about him). But it's too late, and you're on your knees, watching your future in the face of your enemy, watching what you are becoming in the faces of your friends. You failed them, and they know it. They should hate you. Maybe they do already, but you can read worry in their faces when they look at you. Maybe it's for you, maybe it's for themselves. None of them move when they can, and it's for the better, you know it: the director's promises only bind those who believe in them. And maybe yours too because you can hear the surprised betrayal in Ohm's voice when he asks about Khun Ladda and the injections. And you see in Khun Pom another mirror of yourself, another horrible future. His eyes are full of tears in his emotionless face, and you know it's not even the first time he has to hurt this way someone he cares about. You are sorry (and maybe it's not on you to reassure an adult, your teacher, but today it is. Or maybe it's only for you that you say that you are sorry). All is black, and you forget. You forget why your heart longs when you watch the gifted students' table and their easy companionship. You forget why everything feels so bland. You forget why the features of the boy you bump into look so familiar. You forget until you remember. And while you run to your friends, you realize what trust means for you. It's these nine others kids, at night, waiting for you to come back home.

#the gifted #the gifted rewatch #the gifted episode 13 #nanon korapat #lilly apichaya #chimon wachirawit #the gifted pang #the gifted wave #ahysopaegifs #ahysopaefics #ahysopaegiftedrewatch #last episode! I hope it was fun for you too!

[stephspurs]

A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

Life is beautiful and life is cruel. A window into the souls of the victorious and the vanquished. In a way, football did come home during the summer of 2021. Follow along Amelia’s journey, navigating the football world as a tactical analyst for the italian football team, with a brother and father part of the three lions. Will Amelia leave Italy and come back to England? Will she leave the Serie A for the Prem? Will she set aside the bianconeri stripes for new colours, leaving behind friendship for love? Maybe she can have both...

EEEEEEK here's part two!!! Part two sees more of Amelia's beautiful brain, the love she has for her team, and her brother, & her friendship with Kyle Walker. Hope you guys love it as much as i do - please let me know what you think - i'd love to hear from you all!

Love always,

Steph xx

UPDATE as of 31/07: I've made some additional editing changes due to some feedback about the confusion between ben white (her brother) and ben chilwell (not her brother LOL). Nothing has been added to the story, just the addition of either surname has been added where i think it could be more straightforward - for future readers!

Part 2. | seconda parte

warnings; none - just a whole lot of feels.

word count; 1469

writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter.

next update; Wednesday 28/07 5pm AEST. Updates are twice weekly (Sunday & Wednesday)!

Tags (as requested by users); @footballffbarbiex

link to fic masterlist here

11 July 2021 | The Final Match.

The players for both national teams lined up side by side down the tunnel. Chiellini & Kane, both confident in their teams ability, captaining with great authority and mentorship for the ten men stood behind them. Amelia stood at the back of the tunnel, watching the scene ahead of her. Her dad, walking up the centre aisle between the two teams, shaking the hands of his players, confident in his preparation. A gentle hand to her brother's shoulder, saying everything it needs to say. It was the same hand that rubbed the back of her neck as he walked past, communicating the same thing. Go your hardest, you’re ready for this.

It was her turn, she started at the back of the line, and in true Italian style, a kiss was placed to both cheeks of every player up the line. When she reached Jorginho, a player she came to appreciate for his technical mindset and intellectual approach to the game, she kissed his cheek and turned to the player opposite him - her brother, who was trying his hardest to face forward and pay his little sister no mind. She knew what he was doing, but she wasn’t as heartless as the rest of the England squad probably perceived her to be. Reaching out, she rubbed her hand along the back of his neck, just as her father did to her, leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek, before continuing down the line of her players to the front. Shaking hands with Gareth Southgate, who no doubt had come to realise who the girl was in relation to his team, and a kiss to both cheeks of Mr Mancini, she walked out and took her place on the bench, ready for the game of her life.

120 minutes of football later.

Life is both beautiful and cruel. Whilst she hadn’t anticipated the early goal from Shaw, Amelia had predicted every play by the english and made sure her team was there waiting for them to turn and run. They knew to never let Harry Kane have the space to move the ball, to make sure Mason Mount was marked at all times and to pay attention to the silky smooth skills of Raheem Sterling. They knew that every player on the english side had the talent and skill to shoot and score, no matter if they're a striker or full back. In the end, the endless taunts from the british crowd and constant reminder of “it’s coming home” only fuelled the Italians further and pushed them harder, to their limits. Eventually both sides met with equal force and completed extra time at a draw, leading to penalties. All of Amelia’s preparation with Gianluigi Donnarumma would present itself now. She went over the preferred sides of the penalty takers she presumed would be stepping up for their country, and reminded him of all he has achieved & what there is still left to be done. After all, they are the masters of their own fate.

Donnarumma’s block of Bukayo Saka’s penalty rattled her bones and sent a chill down her spine. They had done it. The boys had finally brought football back to Rome for the first time since 1968, and while she can’t take all of the credit, she knows she single handedly played a part in this victory. As soon as happiness filled her body, guilt and sadness flooded her heart. She had been part of the problem that caused her brother so much pain. Her dad knew how to handle rejection, this wasn't his first rodeo, and could see with an open mind just how they had managed to achieve greatness. But her brother had truly believed they had it, that football was coming home to England.

After being surrounded by her boys, cheering and hugging her, screaming in relief that they had done it, Amelia took a step back and took a deep breath in. Looking over to the players in white consoling each other with looks of understanding and pats on the back, hugging those with the unfortunate fate of missing their penalties, she found her brother.

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Squatting down with his elbows resting on his knees and hands covering part of his face, his eyes showing disbelief that the moment had escaped them. Jordan Henderson, the figurative big brother to my big brother, leaning down whispering what one can only assume is words of encouragement and strength to him. A voice to my right startles me, not because I wasn't used to the noise, but because it was a voice I haven't heard directed at me with anything other than venom in a very long time.

“He wants you to be there for him, don’t ever think for a second that he doesn’t want you around.” Kyle Walker speaks into the open, whilst looking around at the fans still in the stadium. The fans behind us right now would be watching with speculation, wondering why the english player is talking to an italian so soon after defeat.

“I don’t think he doesn’t want me around, i just don’t think he wants me around right now” I spoke back, trying to reason with myself and Kyle as to why i haven't gone up and offered my condolences to my brother.

“I think the only thing that can pull him out of this is you. He was beating himself up last night after your argument, and while he turned it into motivation for today, it's still weighing on his conscience. He’s happy for you, we aren't that mean so as to deny him the pleasure of being proud of his little sister...even if she is working for the enemy”

“You’ve always been one to be the voice of reason, whilst still being the clown I grew up to know and love”

“Does this mean we’re friends again? I’m sorry about last night” Kyle admitted.

“Last night wasn’t what ended our friendship...we stopped being friends the day you left Spurs.” I joked back to Kyle. I turned to look at his over-expressed shocked face and walked backwards a few steps while giggling, before turning and sauntering over to my brother who was now surrounded by some more teammates. Upon seeing me and noticing my solemn expression, finding comfort in the fact that I wasn't there to rub my win in their faces, the boys left my brother to himself.

I stood there, staring into the eyes of my brother, who after a few minutes reached out and pulled me into him as though I was a life raft and he was stranded in the ocean. We stood there, hugging, saying everything we needed to say through the way we were gripping to the backs of each other's team colours.

“I am so proud of you, you put up one hell of a fight Ben. Certainly made my job harder” I spoke into his shirt. He was the taller of the two, but I wasn't that short. Almost immediately after, I felt him push more weight onto me and sink a bit lower so he was in my neck, shedding a few tears he didn't want seen by those around us. Not even 5 seconds later, he stood up straight, wiping his eyes and offering me a smile.

“God, I wish you weren’t better at your job than I am at mine” he joked back to me. I smiled up at him, shaking my head.

“I would say you’re wrong but the medal that's about to be around my neck would say otherwise” i joke back with him. I was not about to dull my sparkle for someone else's sun to shine, whether he is my brother or not.

“We have to talk about everything that went down last night but i’ll let you enjoy your night with your team” Ben says as we turn and begin to walk toward the stage being set up for the ceremony.

“Thanks Ben, family dinner on Sunday? Tell your friends to come, you and i both know mum will have enough food to feed everyone without even trying”

“Of course, I'll put it in the lads chat & see who’s still around. Kyle will see it in our family chat - who even put him in there anyway!?”

“Honestly...I think it was mum. You know she loves her son, Kyle.”

As I walk back to my team, and into the arms of Fede and Jorginho who wrap me up in an Italian flag and start jumping around, I can't help but smile and laugh at my amazing life. Who knows what the future has to hold, but for tonight, the azzurri are the champions of europe and the trophy is coming home, to Rome.

Part 3. | parte terza

#football imagine #football fic #jadon sancho #ben chilwell #mason mount #declan rice #kalvin phillips #ben white #jack grealish #tyron mings #connor coady #kyle walker #jordan henderson #dele allí #eric dier #ben chilwell imagine #jack grealish imagine #mason mount imagine #football one shot #tyrone mings imagine #x reader #a family affair fic #steph writes #stephspurs #italian national team #jorginho #federico bernardeshci #federico chiesa #jorginho imagine

[zillennial97]

Enemies to Lovers | Larry Fanfic Recs

Walk That Mile by purpledaisy | 149k | Explicit

Harry stares at him, the line of his jaw standing out scarily. “I wanted to get the most out of this trip so I planned it carefully.” His voice is low and steady and somehow that’s worse than when he was yelling. “So far, you’ve put your sticky fingers on everything I’ve tried to do.”

“Sticky fingers?” Louis repeats, offended. “Are you saying it’s my fault you got stung by a bee? Had you been alone you would have gotten halfway to the Dotty Diner and ran the car off the road because of an allergic reaction, so don’t go blaming me.”

“Polk-A-Dot Drive In,” Harry spits before getting out of the car. He slams the door shut with a deafening reverb and Louis rolls his eyes.- A Route 66 AU where falling in love was never part of the plan.

Unbelievers by isthatyoularry | 136k | Explicit

It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.

Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

we're not friends, we could be anything by nooelgallagher, yoursongonmyheart | 115k | Explicit

Louis narrows his eyes at Harry. “What that supposed to be a fucking joke?”

Harry narrows his eyes right back. “It was a good joke.”

Louis rolls his eyes. “Jokes require laughter, Curls.” Louis glances down at Harry’s thighs again, Christ. “Your pants must be so tight they’re restricting airflow to your brain.”

Harry wipes a bead of sweat off his forehead. “Pretty sure yoga is supposed to increase airflow, blood flow, and all that,” he responds dryly, finally jumpstarting himself and walking away from Louis towards his own bedroom.

Louis can’t help but stare at his broad back, still sheen with drying sweat, and his perky bum in the tight yoga pants.

Louis swallows. Christ.

...Or, the one where Harry and Louis are unlikely uni flatmates who definitely don't like each other and definitely won't fall in love (even if Liam and Niall think otherwise).

Our Lives, Non-Fiction by indiaalphawhiskey | 113k | Explicit

Heralded as the next Neil Gaiman, Louis Tomlinson does not appreciate being told that his very serious novel is in dire need of a PR boost. Even worse, that it comes in the form of a joint book tour with the UK’s #1 online romance-writing sensation Marcel Styles. Already turbulent at best, their partnership takes a drastic turn when, overly stressed about his looming deadline, Marcel accidentally blurts out a secret: though he’s famed for his scorching hot literary love scenes, he is, actually, a virgin.

Convinced that the only way to rid himself of writer’s block is to gain some experience, Marcel asks Louis, author-to-author, to sleep with him – for Science. And of course Louis agrees because, well, what on Earth could possibly go wrong?

Or, a lesson in romance that proves that sometimes the best love stories aren’t always by the book.

Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can't Lose by dolce_piccante | 112k | Mature

American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).

Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football.

A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

Dance to the Distortion by Lis (domesticharry) | 96k | Explicit

Louis accidentally breaks Harry's camera lens and in order to get it fixed, they decide to participate in a romantic couples study. The only issue is that they are not actually couple. Well that and the fact they cannot stand each other.

You’ve Got My Devotion (Hate You Sometimes) by lucythegoosey | 95k | Explicit

Harry was in the biggest boy band in the world. He was also one half of the best (or worst, depends on who you ask) kept secret relationship in the music industry.

Now, almost five years on, after One Direction has broken up, and Harry and Louis' relationship has as well, a video threatens to put everything at risk.

One determined Irishman, a massive publicity stunt and two begrudging exes are all it takes to bring One Direction back to life and maybe, just maybe, Harry and Louis' mangled love life too.

Or: Harry and Louis are forced to fake-date after an old video from when they were dating emerges.

The Sidelines by RedRidingStiles | 47k | Explicit

"Alright, I know you guys are the best of friends but I'd like you to do this for the rest of the team,” Cowell says, making the rest of the team snicker. "So I want both of you to compliment each other." "I hate your trainers. I mean that in the nicest way possible. They're very...yellow," Louis says, arms crossed as he offers a fake close-lipped grin. "It's really nice of you to blow anyone you find slightly attractive," Harry replies, a sickening sweet smile on his lips. "Thank you, children, let me remind you this is a college hockey team. Try again," Coach says, completely unamused.

Or Harry and Louis play hockey for Penn state and can't stand one another, since they can't keep their hatred off the ice their coach and team do what they can to keep their hard earned spot in the playoffs and their two star players from killing each other

Wonderwall by AFangirlFantasy | 43k | General Audiences

Taking the sheet cluttered with times available for the next few weeks, Louis notices a pattern in the list. The name of the person Perrie had just mentioned: Harry Styles. It’s written at least seven times, and three of which are during timeframes Louis wants.

“Who the fuck is Harry Styles?”

“You’re about to find out,” she answers, pointing over Louis’ shoulder.

Or a Love/Hate College AU where Louis Tomlinson is the lead singer of The Rogue - the most popular band on campus - and Harry Styles is the talented Freshman unknowingly challenging all that.

All the Right Moves by cherrystreet | 32k | Explicit

This is the third game in a row that Harry has been distracted by the noisy boy in the stands, five rows back.

There’s really no reason that he should feel compelled to stare into the audience as frequently as he is, but he can’t help it. This boy is a nuisance. And he’s loud. Even from basketball court with nine other players running by him, shoes squeaking on the shiny hardwood floor, and thousands of cheering college students, Harry can hear this boy nearly shrieking, his laugh more like a cackle than anything.

It’s seriously obnoxious.

Nicotine by KrisStylinson | 32k | Explicit

"We're two different types of people, Liam. He likes sex and drugs, I like theater and tea. Trust me, we'd never date." Except they would, they do, and neither of them plans on letting go anytime soon.

"Just because you can get me hard doesn't mean I like you," Louis whispered. The fact was, he didn't like Harry right now, not at all. Not even a bit.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry murmured, his breath fanning over Louis' cock as he spoke. "You done telling me how much you hate me so I can suck you off?"

Like Candy In My Veins by littlelouishiccups | 31k | Explicit

“Um…” Harry said slowly after a moment. “Okay. That’s… this is… Let me get this straight.” He lifted up a hand and swallowed. “You told your family that you have a boyfriend… and my name was the first one you thought of?” “Harry Potter was on TV, alright? It wasn’t that much of a stretch.” Louis pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t believe he was explaining himself to Harry fucking Styles. He couldn’t believe he was stooping this low. “Forget it. I’m sorry I even thought about bringing you into this.”

Harry snorted. “What? Did you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend or something?”

(Basically the A/B/O, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, Christmas AU that nobody asked for.)

We're Like Bumper Cars by sincehewaseighteen | 31k | Explicit

“I have won, I won the final cross country. I win, Harry--”

“Whoever gets to fucking nationals wins it, pretty boy,” Harry teases. “You haven’t won. Interhouse is nothing compared to nationals, or interstate. You haven’t even won interschool. You can dream all you fucking want that you’ve won.”

Louis becomes so ignorant he decides to no longer eye the boy taunting him. “Trophies prove it all, Styles.”

“Where’s your trophy for biggest asshole?”

“Where’s yours for winning cross country?”

Harry growls before hooking his fingers in Louis’ belt loops and bringing them together for a flat kiss.

Or the AU where Louis and Harry are rivals of the century and Cross Country competitors before things get complicated and they play pretend.

After Hours by Velvetoscar for shipsdrifting | 26k | Not Rated

Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are the bane of each other's existences. Unfortunately, they're already in love--even if they aren't completely aware of this minor detail.

[A "You've Got Mail" AU]

When It's Late At Night by Rearviewdreamer | 25k | Mature

Louis has zero interest in an ex-boybander turned solo artist when his appearance on the show gets announced, but that's exactly who he gets stuck with when Harry Styles shows up at the Late Late show to promote the release of his debut album. For an entire fucking week.

Or

The Late Late prompt that we all need to get through this excruciatingly hard time.

Love Me Please by angelichl | 23k | Explicit

Louis hates Harry, which is fine because he would really rather prefer to avoid him at all costs.

The only problem?

They're soulmates.

runnin' like you did by orphan_account | 20k | Explicit

“Should we tell him?”

When Lauren is met with everyone either nodding their heads or shrugging, she takes a deep breath. “I mean, I think it’s pretty obvious by now.” She stalls, sounding ominous and Louis doesn’t like it one bit.

“What is obvious by now?” Louis asks. He’s starting getting anxious. “I swear to God, spit it out. Stop being so damn cryptic.”

“I—We think it’s pretty obvious that you’re in love with Harry,” she states simply and shrugs as if she isn’t telling him he’s in love with the second—Nick being the first—most annoying person on the planet.

or, a college au where Louis knows how to hold a grudge and is definitely not in love with Harry Styles

Three French Hems by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews | 20k | Mature

In which Louis is a designer at Burberry and Harry spends December wearing Lanvin… and Lanvin… and Lanvin.

once bitten and twice shy by pinkcords | 19k | Mature

This time as his stomach rolls, there’s no doubt about it. He’s going to vomit. And if he does, it’ll be on Louis’ shoes, a nice little parting gift to go with the embarrassment he’s caused the both of them. “I’m gonna throw up,” he says just as Louis turns to look at him, blue eyes swimming with shock and confusion, and asks, “Is that true?”

Or, in a rush of bravery only senior year can bring, Harry confesses his feelings in a letter to his neighbor and best friend, Louis, only for the entire school to hear it and laugh him out of their small town in Wisconsin. Ten years later, Harry's a successful lawyer at Columbia Records, coming home for Christmas for the first time since he departed for college. He plans to work his way through the trip, eat his mom's cooking, and avoid everyone from his past for as long as possible. The only problem is best laid plans hardly ever go as intended.

That's How I Know by allwaswell16 | 19k | Explicit

Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.

Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.

Get Off of My Cloud by Marora_Daris | 9k | Explicit

Harry is the most annoying neighbour that sexually frustrated Louis could have. Niall decides it's a good idea to handcuff them together.

Featuring guinea pigs, animal print leggings and inappropriate boners.

Erase My History, (Expo)se Me by BayouSexual, pacificrimjob for Edandcurly | 6k | Teen And Up Audiences

“My hair does not smell like strawberries.”

Louis blinks up at Mr. Styles. “I never said your hair smells like strawberries. How would I even know that?” Harry’s hair does smell like strawberries, Harry himself smells like strawberries, everyone who’s been within three feet of him knows this. ~~~~~~~~ Or the one where Harry and Louis both teacher history, their students think they should date, and one pink dry-erase marker is trying to ruin their lives (with a little help of course).

#larry fanfiction recommendations #larry fanfic rec #larry fic #larry fanfiction #larry stylinson #louis tomlinson #harry styles #one direction fanfiction #one direction fanfic recs #larry fanfiction masterpost #enemies to lovers #enemies to friends to lovers #hate to love #enemies with benefits

[99liners]

yandere a⇝z hcs: psychomachy!jhs;

pairing: hotelier!jung hoseok x trophy wife!reader

original oneshot: psychomachy (it is advisable to read the oneshot first)

warnings: soft yandere!jhs, toxic relationship dynamic.

part of: tatemae; 建前 — a bts series

[yandere alphabets from here.]

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

↳ hotelier!jhs’ love language.

well, there is a plot of land on the moon under your name, not to mention the fleet of vintage and expensive cars he keeps gifting you. when a gift surpasses $500,000, you just know that he is trying to apologise for something or the other. loses sight of good and bad when he is getting something for you. six of his financial advisor have quit so far.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

↳ who does his darling want dead? there’s no lack of money for jhs to fire a fine hitman to get the job done. but by himself? he does not want to get his hands dirty.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

↳ never! he treats his darling like a queen, not a princess but a queen and provides her with all the wealth and comfort in this world. emotionally? not so much.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

↳ making his darling live her life according to how his family wishes. the public appearances, how she portrays herself to the world, everything.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

↳ he is raw with his darling, 100% emotionally raw because she is the only one who ever really listens to him and cares about him.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

↳ he would hate it. this clearly means his darling does not respect him. highest form of betrayal for jhs is fighting against his explicit orders.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

↳ it is not a game for him, he is a serious guy. plus, you already escaped him once when his mom threatened you and you trying to escape again would reopen those wounds for him. the helplessness, the hopelessness, the loss of will to live which he felt back then would resurface again. would go into a frenzy and would actually enjoy entrapping you again. yes.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

↳ this is an easy one. dealing with the jung family! it is a ride to hell and back. from not being asked if his darling even want to marry hoseok, to losing the right to name her own son, to being kept away from her son while he was literally a new-born; the jung family have done it all.

furthermore, the realization that jhs and his family are grooming their son, hyuk, on the exact some steps as were pre-decided for every jung successor. jhs promised his darling that their son would never be too much involved in the family politics but with passing day, that promise starts to sound like a bunch of lies.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

↳ a peaceful future with his little family, where him and his darling never fight and live happily far away from the clutches of the jung family.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

↳ not really, no. he is far from being jealous. i mean, he has it all! name, title, money, status, fame, popularity, looks, body - the odds are very much in his favour and he thinks he has no reason to be jealous of anyone.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

↳ not the most affectionate guy. most of it is ‘cause he grew up in a family who do not believe in showing outward love. when his darling shows him affection, he enjoys it but also simultaneously freezes up because he is not sure how to react to it. the most the darling is getting is him holding her hands with those soft squeezes and eye smiles.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

↳ he was brought up was as a gentleman. courting for him is whatever is portrayed in the victorian era media. taking his darling out to super elite restaurants and sharing dinner in pure etiquette or spending a sunny day out by the rivers for a sweet sunday picnic. wearing those hideous off-white shirts and draping the sweater around his shoulders — you get the visual? 🤭🤣

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

↳ jhs is pretty similar in both his professional and personal life. to his darling, of course, he bares his heart and shows his vulnerable side whereas publicly he is an emotionally shut-off person which is pretty much every normal relationship out there.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

↳ not a person who believes in punishment and might threaten her that he would punish her if she really manages to piss him off but it will take another level of pissing him off for him to actually act on those punishments.

he is generally forgiving. at most, might threaten to shut down the restaurant and deprive her of any joy his darling has left in life.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

↳ right to job, right to portray herself as she wants because she now holds the title of mrs. jung so she has to uphold that title.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

↳ jhs is one of the most patient guys in the tatemae universe. 

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

↳ oh, he would move on just fine. not showing emotions and feelings anything is how he was raised.

if darling runs away then he would scour the earth to find her because by escaping, she bringing shame to the jung family name. if she dies, he would move on with life, mostly drown himself in work and just focus there. basically, hyuk would lose both his parents because jhs would totally abandon his domestic life and recluse.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

↳ regret? when his darling walked out on him, he literally breached her right to privacy and located her using unconventional methods used to track down terrorists.

he might fall out of love with her but letting her go is another concern cause divorce is so tricky and so much of the media would be involved. after all, the jung family are super elite.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

↳ wow, what a rhetoric question. mm, literally his entire life before he met his darling has shaped him into the person that he is today. jung family is the reason why he is so emotionally cut-off, severely touch-starved and awkward in general.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

↳ he would try to soothe and comfort his darling. would try to drown out her tears with materialistic things. “hun look, i got this designer bag for you!” and his darling cry harder cause that is such a shitty attitude he has.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

↳ he is not the obsessive type. rather, he goes on like a gazillion business trips and likes to keep himself drowned in work.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

↳ he would actually empathize with his darling and understand her sufferings if she brings forward how his family burden her. if he acknowledges (he sees it, just does not acknowledge it) that they are treating his darling just like they treat him, he would go soft on her. darling, see the exit and run, wipe out your old identity 100% from the face of the earth, disappear from the world map completely and yet he would find his darling, sniffing her out from whatever miserable hole she has chosen to hide into.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

↳ not really, no. he was raised to be a gentleman. ironic but it is what is is.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

↳ he is a body worshipper. loves to cherish his darling’s body, letting her know how much he enjoys every inch of it. foreplay king, always leaving kisses and smooches all over the expanse of her soft skin.

he is big on gifts too. he does not need a reason to buy stuff for his darling. if anything catches his eye, he just buys it, irrespective of how much it costs.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

↳ he is kind of a piner. pined after his darling till she took him back after their short breakup. so, he is very patient and would definitely pine a lot if his darling is angry with him again.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

↳ a bit unusual for jhs’ characteristic but he would consider breaking his darling if the circumstances present themselves so. it will be a very difficult decision but he would still rather break his darling over coming up with other ways to get past such circumstances.

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a/n: here we have another short drabble dump! i wrote this up very quickly -- i’m still working on that long fic i’ve been talking about! i apologize for taking so long to put it together. pls take this short fic as an apology for now. stay hydrated, wear your masks, and be safe! love you all so dearly <3 

plot: when kuroo tetsuro drops the hard-hitting truth that he’s fallen out of love with you, your first thought is to escape. but you find comfort in the least likely person: akaashi keiji, a boy you had grown up with out of forced family interactions, who always seemed so distant from you. yet you probably knew more about him than anyone else. 

characters: fem!reader, ex-bf!kuroo, & family friend!akaashi 

wc: ~3.7k, will probably have other parts in the future.

genre/warnings: angst with dashes of fluff; mentions of alcohol

pt. 2 | pt. 3

edit: now crossposted to AO3!

When you’re in love, you spend weeks and months wondering why time won’t stop. You sit and ponder over why you’ll have to die someday and leave behind the person you’ve dedicated your entire soul to, or what might happen if your death came early and you didn’t get to say goodbye. You wonder why the seasons seem to pass you by so quickly, that in the blink of an eye, you go from enjoying a cup of iced tea on the porch to holding a mug of hot chocolate inside watching snowflakes swirl in their journeys to the ground.

But when love ceases to exist, time seems to stop. The days drag for longer, the seasons crawl at a turtle’s pace, and the inevitable end feels less terrifying. You no longer fear the eventual sagging of your skin or the spider legs that grow at the corners of your eyes. You no longer cling onto a hope that there will be a lover’s hand holding yours at your bed of eternal sleep. You simply become, just you. Solitary, single, independent you.

It’s no longer you and someone else. The realization stings so badly that it physically hurts you, a whimper leaving your throat. You shakily reach over for the next blouse and fight back the tears, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip. The skin is chapped and broken to the point that you would need layers and layers of chapstick to save any semblance of it, a terrible habit that you wish you hadn’t possessed. It’s muscle memory, the way you fold the blouse in half, fold the sleeves in, bending it over your arm before it lands in a neat stack of other tops in your suitcase. Your eyes take a glance at the clock, and you gather you have about another hour before you needed to leave for the airport and make it on time for your flight.

You ignore the male figure hunched over on the edge of your bed, tuning out his pleas and broken promises. He begs you to give him time, to implore that it’s all his fault and he’ll make it work for the two of you. Tetsuro promises that he didn’t mean to and that it wasn’t anything you did, but you feel so empty inside that you can’t even find the energy to argue, to turn on him and say that he was pretending to take all the blame so it’d be a better explanation to all your friends. A relationship involves both parties, and while there were special exceptions, this wasn’t one of them. Something was clearly wrong with you, and you were okay with that. You were just tired of Testuro attempting to take everything onto himself.

“I thought it’d be best to come clean with you,” he says, throat hoarse from lack of hydration. “I know you would question it and I haven’t done anything, I swear, I know you’re amazing and don’t deserve to live a lie and—”

“Do you want me to say ‘thank you’?” You interjected quietly, morosely. Your hands slide open the underwear drawer and take out a week’s worth of underwear, bras, and bralettes. “Do you want me to express my gratitude in your honesty for telling me that you don’t love me anymore? You can easily buy a trophy online and make the inscription yourself. ‘Most honest man alive’? Is that what you want?” You ask, tone flat and not possessing the least bit of amusement and humor.

“Can’t you give me some time? I’ll try, I’ll try to figure out what went wrong, and I can love you again. We can still get married and everything, but please don’t leave.”

“I’m not leaving forever, Tetsu. I’m just gone for a week, maybe more.”

“Where are you even going?”

“That’s none of your business,” you quickly reply, defenses back up as you make a beeline for the bathroom. You pick up all the toiletries you can, the ones that would be allowed in your carry-on. Strangers won’t care about your missing skincare routine and your complexion not looking its best.

“What if you get lost? Or kidnapped? What if people ask—”

“Easy. Just tell them I had a last minute business trip, family emergency, whatever floats your boat.”

“Can’t you see that I’m trying? I—”

“This isn’t just about you!” You snap, whirling around to look at him for the first time in the last hour or so. Testuro notices with a pang in his heart that your cheeks have sunken in slightly since he broke his revelation to you just last week, the eye circles darker than ever. But your eyes are soulless, dead, no shine or spark that he’d wake up to every morning even muddled with sleep.

“You can’t just expect me to be okay and continue to bend over backwards for you without question. The least you could do is give me my time, give me some space to think about all of it. That’s the bare minimum.”

And with that, you zip your suitcase shut, grab your passport (even though you probably don’t need it), keys, wallet, and phone, and walk as quickly as you can to the front door. The scheduled Uber will arrive in just a few minutes, and as you slip into a pair of flats, you can hear the creak of the bed and Testuro’s padded steps nearing you.

“Just be careful, okay? Call me if you need anything, anything. You’re still one of the most important people to me, so just – text me at some point. Let me know you’re alive at least.”

“You need to rest. You’re on call tomorrow,” you digress while opening the door.

“(Y/n)—”

“I’ll text you. Promise.”

And the door shuts behind you.

-

Your relationship with Akaashi Keiji is…hard to explain. In fact, you’re not even sure what to refer him as in your life. Anytime you spoke of him or attempted to explain, you’d fumble over words and draw blanks. While it was irritating and aggravating at times, you learned to just accept it.

Akaashi Keiji was the neighbor down the street, two years older, and someone who had known you since you were 8. Your moms were attached at the hip not longer after you moved to Tokyo, and that meant holidays were spent together, impromptu get-togethers and dinners were a common occurrence, and you saw him frequently at school. He was a quiet soul, gentle, but reserved. In fact, most of the things you knew about him were secondhand conversations from your mother talking about the family, because honestly his mom was basically your second mom now, and your mother trusted you with everything. His past, his troubles, his personality all relayed through your mom from his own, and when you saw him in the hallways, he wasn’t much of an enigma to you. Many other girls had found the mysterious air around him to be attractive, that the pretty setter who only ever smiled around his volleyball team and kept a tight circle of friends had something significant beneath the layers.

Keiji grew up with you, playing Smash on the Wii to pass time as your parents gossiped away. Sometimes, you’d play an intense game of Monopoly with him, a game that typically tipped in his favor. He never said much about himself, always relayed more about others that overlapped in your lives. The most he ever spoke to you about was when it came to teachers at school, even giving you some of his old notes and pointers. But even you could tell that he kept his guards up, and you wondered if he even classified you as a friend.

Your go-to explanation of Keiji’s standing in your life was a family friend. But that insinuated you were close with him, which you weren’t at all. No matter how many times he walked home with you (mainly at the pushing from his mother), no matter how many times he was forced to entertain you at dinners and holidays, no matter how many times he gave you a small smile in school, there was such a large gap between the two of you. He always seemed so different around his team, like they had the privilege of knowing the real him, and at times, you felt…jealous.

And the weird thing is that you can rely on him somehow – whether it be because he’d get an earful from his parents if he didn’t help you when you asked it or out of the goodness of his heart, he was simply always there. Sometimes, you were bold enough to text him about a show he talked about in the past, and he would reply quickly as if your unexpected, rare text about something benign didn’t faze him at all.  

Yet despite the distance, despite the lack of any semblance of an actual friendship with him, he was the first one you thought of when all this happened. He was the one you wanted to see – maybe it’s because he was the closest thing to home, and you didn’t want to go back to your parents explaining everything. It’s been a while since you’ve been back in Tokyo, ever since you moved to Sapporo for your job and Testuro got matched for a residency at a hospital there.

At 7PM on a Friday afternoon, past the baggage claim with the sunset beaming in through the sliding glass doors, you stare at Keiji’s contact on your phone, thumb hovering hesitantly over the call button. You could count the number of times you’ve called him on one hand, but this was an emergency, right? Is this why your heart is pounding against your chest, so anxious that you feel like you’ll break into a cold sweat any time soon?

You jump into the deep end.

Your hand nervously brings the phone to your ear, waiting with bated breath as the dial tone echoes in the chamber of your brain. Part of you wants him to miss the call so you can avoid this awkward conversation, but another part of you desperately wants him to pick up as if he’ll be able to save you.

Oh god oh god oh god, you panic as the tone stops, there’s a pause, a rustle, and then a hesitant, “—Hello?”

You didn’t plan this out. You’re not ready for this. Shit, what are you supposed to say?

“—hello? (Y/n)?”

“Have you had dinner yet?”

Wow, you’re a terrible conversationalist.

“…um, I haven’t actually. I was about to warm up some leftovers?”

Your eyes focus on the taxis driving by, picking up passengers as they get waved down. Maybe you should just find a cheap hotel nearby, continue this conversation tomorrow.

“Well…I’m in town, actually. I just landed about 30 minutes ago and realized I didn’t have anywhere to go and I don’t really want to call anyone else and I don’t exactly know who else to call so I just, um, thought about calling you and asking if you’ve had dinner? Which if you’re busy and stuff, that’s totally fine, I should’ve texted you beforehand instead of springing this on you and—”

“(Y/n), it’s okay, alright? It’s okay. I’m not busy, so you can stop by. Did my mom ever give you my address?”

Keiji’s brief attempt to calm you down works, surprisingly. You allow yourself to take a deep breath despite the stale airport air, but it was some much-needed oxygen. This is going to be okay, Keiji doesn’t hate you quite yet.

“N-no, she never did.”

“That’s fine, I’ll text it to you. My place is about 30 minutes from the airport, I’d recommend getting a taxi instead of an Uber. I’ll order some delivery—”

“Oh, you don’t have to—”

“You still like the miso ramen from that shop not far from your house, right? They opened up a second store not far from where I live.”

How did he remember that? You’re pretty sure your own mother had forgotten that fact by now.

“Y-yeah, I do,” you smile to yourself. “I still think about it sometimes.”

“Sounds good then. Get here safely then.”

“Okay. Thank you loads again. I’m sorry for all this—”

“Don’t worry about it. Keep me updated, see you later.”

“Yeah, bye.”

Not 30 seconds later, a text arrives to your phone with an address, a keycode for getting past the main door, and other relevant instructions.

-

Keiji’s apartment is exactly as you expect it to be – prim, proper, neat almost to a fault, with minimalist decorations. The apartment complex he lives in is rather high-end, if the security guards standing outside the main entrance indicated anything. You almost feel completely out of place or like a bug on the wall as you step in after him, a rather comfortable silence between the two of you. His kitchen is spotless and almost sparkles back at you, and the only thing that seems out of place are the containers of your ramen he so kindly ordered for you.

“Your place is really nice, it’s really…you,” you comment, setting your stuff down at the door. Keiji indulges you with a quiet laugh, making sure that there wasn’t anything that would be in your way. His glasses are perched on his head, an old monochrome t-shirt on his shoulders and sweatpants hung low on his hips, yet in this apartment that almost seems like it should be in an interior design magazine, he looks at home. His ethereal beauty, the softness in his eyes, the gentle up-turned strands of his hair – he belonged here.

“The ramen came not too long ago, so it’s still hot. I’ll go ahead and put it together, you can put your jacket on the couch.”

“Oh, thank you.”

Instead, you fold your jacket over your suitcase and quietly make your way into the apartment. Straight across from you are doors to a balcony – darkness had long taken over the city, so you see nothing but your reflection at first. But as you near the plexiglass, the reflection disappears into the view and you almost gasp from the beauty of it.

Blinking lights, flashing billboards, and the brightly lit Tokyo Skytree peer back at you. It only hits you now how much you’ve missed home, and that even though Sapporo was one of the largest cities in Japan, it still wasn’t Tokyo.

“I never get tired of it,” Keiji chimes in while carrying your bowl of ramen to the dining table.

“It’s an amazing view, I can see why you’d live here,” you reply while moving away from it. The table also has two empty wine glasses, and just as you’re about to ask him why they were there, he returns with a newly opened bottle of chardonnay.

“I haven’t had a lot of time to restock the wine fridge, but I knew I was going to kick myself for not having a bottle of that dessert wine we had before you went off to college,” he said with mirth and amusement. “You remember that one?”

“Yeah,” you nearly splutter, almost flushing that once again, Keiji was remembering details about you that you didn’t even know. “Your mom wanted to throw me a graduation dinner and you made it back in time after finals. And she had a bottle of it and between the two of us, we probably drank most of it. Our parents said it was too sweet.”

He nods and sits across from you, elbows on the table as you mutter, “Itadakimasu,” and start eating. You finish your meal silently for the most part, making small talk here and there. Keiji refills both of your glasses and the two of you sip the wine demurely, and while he seems okay with the lack of an explanation, you’re struggling to find the right words.

“So what’s with the impromptu trip to Tokyo? Are you going to see your parents?”

“Should I try to lie to you?”

“It’s up to you.”

Oh, okay then.

But he looks expectant, as if he knows you wouldn’t lie to him – in fact, you’ve never lied to him before. There was never any need to, but did that just mean neither of you ever cared enough?

“Something happened with me and Testuro. I don’t want to bore you with the details, but at the end of the day…I just needed to get away, as cliché as it sounds,” you laugh brokenly. Keiji continues to carefully observe you with a stare that you can’t escape. “I don’t want to tell my parents – you know them, they’ll ask a million questions. Without thinking, I booked a ticket to Tokyo and…now I’m here.”

That was a lie. How are you supposed to tell Keiji that he was the first person you thought of in an effort to run away? You and Keiji have never gotten personal before, he made sure of that. The last thing you want to do is weird him and scare him off.

“…did he cheat on you?” Keiji asked. His voice is darker in his inquiry, deeper than you’ve ever heard before. He has his hands folded in front of his lips and his eyes harden. Testuro may be an old friend to him, but you were in his life longer.

“Nonononono,” you quickly wave off. This isn’t the time to slander your…boyfriend? Could Tetsuro still even be your boyfriend if he no longer has any feelings for you? “Nothing like that.”

“That’s good to hear. If you want, you can tell me another time then. You’re welcome to stay here until you go back to Sapporo.”

You look up at him, eyes incredulous. Could Keiji really be this comfortable with you?

“I wouldn’t mind staying tonight, but I can stay in a hotel for the rest of the week that I’m here.”

“Nonsense,” Keiji refutes, standing from the table and taking your wine glasses to the sink. You follow with your bowl and he starts washing them before you can even offer. “Mom would kill me if she knew I let you pay for a hotel when I have a perfectly functioning bed you can stay in.”

“I mean, if it’s not a bother…”

“It’s not. The futon’s pretty comfortable, I’ve definitely fallen asleep on it plenty of times.”

“We can switch, I would never let you sleep on the futon for a whole week.”

“If you say so then. But for tonight, you can take my bed. Let me grab you an extra towel so you can shower. I’m sure you’ve had a long day,” he says while drying everything off, folding the kitchen towel neatly before heading off to his room. He returns with a large, soft grey towel and you shyly take it from him with a word of thanks, but he stays there in front of you, waiting for something.

“I’m really glad you picked up the phone,” you whisper softly, feeling the effects of the alcohol. You’re entering uncharted territory for the two of you, and this could either kill or strengthen this odd distant friendship. “I meant it when I said I didn’t know who else to call. You were the first person that came to mind and just…I don’t want to make this weird, like you can kick me out,” you begin to ramble. “Don’t feel like you’re obligated to take me in because your mom would be disappointed if you wouldn’t, you’ve already put up with me for over 15 years and it’s fine, I can be on my own and—”

Smooth, calloused hands delicately hold your face, large palms and nimble fingers cupping your cheeks. Your words die on your tongue as Keiji stares straight into your eyes, holding your gaze until your breathing calms down to a steady, languid pace. “You’re my friend, (y/n). So it’s good that you called me.”

“I’m your…friend?” You ask unsteadily, feeling a sense of disbelief.

“Yeah,” he confirms with the corners of his lips turning up slightly. “We’re friends.”

“Okay.”

“Okay. Now go shower.”

“Okay.”

-

You’re fast asleep before Keiji finishes his own shower, his bedroom door left ajar as the hallway light beams through. He pauses in the midst of drying his hair with a towel, letting it bunch and hang off his neck as he cautiously pushes the door open. Keiji notices your even breathing and how much more relaxed you look in sleep. You’re curled up on your side with the blanket pulled up to your face and he can’t lie: it’s adorable and cute, and he shouldn’t really be thinking these things.

He sits on the edge of the bed in the little space that’s provided, lithe fingers reaching out to brush back a few stray wisps of your hair. Watching you sleep pulls him back into a fond memory he’s kept of the two of you, one that might’ve held very little significance to you but meant something so much more to him. He knows you know him well, he knows how much his mother babbles on about him, and adults were more prone to gossip than the rowdiest of teenagers – he’d be painfully oblivious if he didn’t think you knew that much about him, or more than the average friend.

But it’s comforting to him, sometimes. Knowing you, how kindly you think of others, he might not have to explain what he’s feeling in the moment. You would be able to know, and that soothes him to some degree.

Maybe he had a little bit too much wine as well, but ever so subtly, motions steady and unhurried, he deftly leans closer and closer until his lips brush the apple of your cheek. He lingers for no more than a few seconds and sits back up, gazing at you before standing. His hands adjust the blankets and make sure you’re properly tucked in. He pads away, shutting the door behind him as quietly as possible as to not wake you.

And when he’s found a comfortable position on the futon with his most comfortable throw blanket, he realizes, begrudgingly, that this week will fly by too fast for his liking.  

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Unlikely total drama friendships headcanons?

*cracks knuckles* ahh one of my favorite tropes.

Lindsay and Team Escope:

How it happened: Lindsay helped them (and Owen) de-escalate a situation between Izzy and some Bath and Body Works employees (something about Izzy trying to set fire to all the candles because it was candle day). Owen and Izzy invited her to spend the rest of the day with them, to which she said yes.

Izzy likes having her around because Lindsay is very forgetful so she gets to tell her the same stories over and over and Lindsay will still react to them. It’s a different reaction every time.

Noah at first refused this new addition, but she’s nice to Owen and Izzy and she wasn’t afraid of Eva so he had to begrudgingly let her stay. After she helped him on a Legend of Zelda level once, Noah decided he liked having her around too. Sometimes they’ll call each other when they’re stuggling in games; Noah knows how to avoid unnecessary fights or how to make them easier and Lindsay helps him recognize puzzles. (You can read more about gamer!Lindsay here).

At first Eva just liked her because she’s big gay™️, but after she casually mentioned a wrestling match she had next weekend, Lindsay immediately asked where it was. She showed up early with a cute little sign saying “Go Eva!”. She’s shown up to every one of Eva’s matches and weightlifting competitions without fail. Eva refuses to admit she finds it cute, but she does tell Lindsay she appreciates her every now and again (Owen says she needs to work on telling people that).

The gang has several matching shirts including shirts for Noah, Eva, and Izzy that say “if lost or arrested return to bail money” and shirts for Lindsay and Owen that say “I’m bail money”

Jo and Lightning

Say it with me, kids: lesbian/jock solidarity.

Once the show was over, Lightning called Jo a dude again and she finally yelled “for FUCKS sake Lightning, I’m not a dude, I’m just a butch lesbian!”. Lightning just stood in shock for a minute, then he apologized. Jo just laughed and gave him her number and told him they should get together some day.

The first time they hung out, Lightning was wearing a dress shirt and khakis and looked more like he was going to a movie premier than meeting a friend for coffee while Jo wore her trademark sweatsuit. Fashion Icon Lightning™️ couldn’t let this slide so he dragged her ass to a mall so she could wear something with a little more flair✨ (“Lightning can’t be seen with no bum!” “hEY”)

Come on, this guy has a super bowl champion father and a trophy wife mom, you can NOT tell me that he doesn’t dress well and take care of himself religiously.

Lightning helped Jo come to the realization that self care doesn’t always mean looking feminine and wearing makeup, it means listening to your body and making sure it’s healthy in all aspects, not just physical strength. She had nothing but respect for him after that.

They go to each other’s games and matches whenever they can and they meet up once a week to train together. Once a month they’ll go on a mall trip where Lightning critiques people passing by on their outfits while Jo checks out girls (Lightning is too oblivious to notice and help her).

Gwen and Geoff:

Geoff held up on his promise after season one finished filming and he invited Gwen to one of his parties.

To Geoff’s surprise, Gwen is fantastic at beer pong and she can absolutely drink him under a table. He made the mistake of trying to go drink for drink with her to see where her limits were for future parties; Gwen ended up half dragging him to a couch midway through the night so that way he wouldn’t keep drinking.

The next time they hang out, Geoff brings her to a skate park with DJ and Duncan and he tries to teach her how to skateboard (DJ had roller skates and Duncan was on a bmx bike). For the most part, Gwen held her own but she busted her ass when she tried to go down a ramp. She told Geoff that she’ll stick to painting boards instead of riding them.

Most times when they hang out, Geoff gets Gwen to do some random activity with him with varied success. For example: Gwen sucked at surfing with him and Bridgette, but she was fantastic at mini golf (“how the fuck are you so good at golf?” “Cody rambled to me for 40 minutes once about angles and physics in sports”).

They don’t spend a lot of time together, but when they do, it’s an absolute blast and they’re ready to set up their next hang out as soon as the first one ends.

Sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy them!!

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