#[ YAY THE GANGS BACK? PLEASE TELL ME THE GANGS BACK!? ]

[callme-holly]

Hello!! Maybe you could write headcannons with the gang that have a s/o who’s getting picked on? Thank you!!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐧

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - I go back to school in like 2 days... yay, im so thrilled... Also I'm so sorry this took be so long to get to, my inbox is crazy right now but I swear I will get to everyone eventually !! Anyways, hope ya'll enjoy and as always my asks are still open for requests!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 864 words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - mentions of being jumped and fighting, that's it

Darry Curtis - 

If Darry found out you were getting picked on by someone, he would go mental

Like he’d be pissed

He’d instantly want to know who it is who’s giving you trouble 

If it’s the socs bothering you you best believe he’s walking everywhere with you 

His concern would go through the roof 

Darry doesn’t strike me as a typically violent person but if whoever is bothering you decides to jump you/cause you any physical harm, you best believe he’s starting something 

If you’re upset, please let him take care of you, it’ll help calm him down somewhat

Sodapop Curtis - 

If Soda finds out someone’s giving you trouble, he’ll instantly feel guilty

He takes it as his job to look after you and by someone hurting you either physically or verbally, he can’t help but feel like he’s let you down a little

He’ll get Steve to track down whoever it is who’s picking on you; you won’t have to worry about them anymore <33

He’ll cuddle with you for ages to try and make you feel better (although it’s mainly to help reassure himself that you’re okay) 

Much like Darry, Soda will walk you everywhere

This boy will not risk leaving your side and if anyone so much as looks your way, he’s giving them a dirty look and pulling you in the opposite direction 

Ponyboy Curtis - 

Pony will feel horrible and a little annoyed when you tell him you’re getting picked on

If it’s the socs giving you trouble, he’s mad

He’ll walk you to and from places and will try to comfort you best he can

If it’s kids from school, he’s got your back 

Pony will defend your case no matter what and if someone so much as says anything about you, he’s shutting them down with some smart comment real fast

And if you get jumped? Oh boy, he feels awful 

He knows what it’s like to get jumped first hand and he’d never wish it upon anyone

He’d get Dallas to have a “word” with whoever it is bothering you and chances are, you won’t see them again after that 

Johnny Cade - 

Johnny gets so upset when he hears that someone is picking on you but he also gets really angry 

Like, you don’t deserve anything bad that comes to you and he will do anything to protect you

I feel like people really down-play his character like, come on ya’ll, he literally stabbed someone to protect his friend 

If he sees someone giving you grief, he’s standing up for you 

He wouldn’t start a fight, no, but he’s definitely let them know what's up

If you get jumped, he’d comfort you in a heartbeat <33 

You two have got the whole gang backing you both up, so there really isn’t anything to worry about when you’re with Johnny 

Dallas Winston - 

Oh, Dallas… 

When he finds out you’re being picked on, he’s asking for names, appearances, addresses - you name it, this boy wants it

He will fight for you and he will make sure that whoever it is that’s bothering you, learns their lesson

And if you get jumped? He’s arranging a rumble and dragging in the Shepard gang to back him up

He’d walk you everywhere, and I mean everywhere

If you think he’s leaving your side for even a second, you’ve got another thing coming 

He’s got an arm around your waist, your shoulders, his hand in your back pocket and if anyone so much as talks to you, he’s standing behind you, glaring them down

He’s defending you in a heartbeat, no matter who the person is that's giving you grief 

Needless to say, nobody messes with Dallas Winston’s girl, and he’s willing to let everyone know just that 

Steve Randle

Much like Dallas, Steve is asking for names almost instantly 

He will not hesitate to fight someone for you

He gets so defensive on your behalf and will become insanely protective over you

If someone has said or done something to you that really bothered you, he’s comforting you and going after the person in a heartbeat

You’re his number one priority and he wants you to be happy at all times 

You think he’s leaving your side? Nope, no chance

He’s gonna be one step behind you at all times and if he catches anyone giving you problems, they’re in for a rough time 

I’m telling you, he’s shooting everyone dirty ass looks 

If someone so much as says “hello” to you, Steve will be coming up behind you 

“this person giving you trouble, babe?” 

He’s just looking out for you 

Two-bit Mathews - 

The second you tell Two-but you’re being picked on, he’s smothering you with love

He’s not letting you go at all 

He doesn’t want anyone making you think you’re worth less than you are 

Secretly, he’s super pissed that someone would even think to mess with you and if he sees them, he won’t hesitate to confront them 

He’s taking you everywhere you need to go, no complaints <3 

If you get jumped, he will not hesitate to help fix you up before tracking down whoever hurt you

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!

[m4rs-ex3]

trailer screaming part 1

say it with me now: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ok

i was trying to see ezran being sad but then i saw fucking corvus. 170% seeing soren and running to him oh my god holy shit

oh yeah yeah that's that good shit.

the way we keep seeing the spirits of those cave fuckers i KNEW that those things were way too cool/horrifying to go to waste and apparently they knew it too. also i guess zym fucking killed them

well oh my god that's so coo

WHO NOW WHAT

oh hell yeah fuck shit up bestie!!

i'm very happy to be back at the banther lodge, and i assume this is an impromptu council meeting, but i can't get over the fact that this is literally the last supper. go ahead and tell me it's not

a) i am so happy that aanya is joining the ez and sorvus gang like hello they are a perfect group and b) dunno where tf they are but CRYSTAL CAVERNS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!@#!!!#W!!

*kissing noises*

a) yay astrid's here b) sorvus, pyrrah, astrid and rayla in lux aurea... yeah i don't even know what so think about that

my. fucking. GIRLS

from "my heart for xadia!" to "for ALL of xadia" oh you know she's including the human kingdoms in that now

"we all made mistakes" that's fair but i don't think i like you saying it

making a separate post for the rayllum scene don't you worry

what can i say except this is the sickest thing i've ever seen??

why's bro just fuckig standing 😭

FUCK SHIT UP!!!!!

HELL YES RUN FOR YOUR LIFE PLEASE LET THIS BE WHAT I THINK IT IS IVE BEEN WAITING FO RTHIS DAY

noo the bisexuals are fighting

ok but this syncs up pretty perfectly with the teaser image (based on both the sky + the layout of the banther lodge lot) as well as ez parting the guards so my guess is that runaan has been broken out of jail (probably not literally but who knows), soren is pissed and wants to fight about it, and ez comes to break it up

also the rayllum scene is once again at the lodge and with different lighting so it either takes place before or after and i pray it's after

1) slay 2) i have no fucking idea where she is. maybe i'm just stupid maybe not. duren perhaps? idk

he's not happy but honestly the charred ends are an absolute LOOK (i see he's taking a page out of claudia's "dyed tips" book)

to be continued~

[coff33andb00ks]

🌈 + jack + red 😁😁🥰

eee yay my new love 🥰 (with an appearance by my current hyperfixation we love to see it)

warnings: minor injury, blood, not even close to a drabble (I cut out quite a bit, full Jack fic coming soon)

Your digital signature has been accepted, the hands shook and photos taken. Starting next year, you'll be driving full time for Mercedes. You're still in a daze as you make your way through the motorhome to George's room to tell him the news that no one else can know. His face creases in a delighted grin and his hug nearly cracks a few ribs.

"We're going to cause so much trouble next year," he says, still grinning as he takes a selfie with you to send to Carmen, who you know will be calling you soon to scream with excitement. No one's supposed to know until the official announcement during Singapore weekend, so of course everyone already knows, and after your call with Carmen you're smiling and nodding to everyone congratulating you as you make your way to the Alpine garage.

Esteban's excitement matches George's, and you agree to get drinks together soon with the gang before crossing the garage to where Jack's lying on his back under the car. Mechanics are with him and you lean against the wall to wait patiently while they talk about a setup for the coming race. One thing you've always admired about Jack is his serious intent to know everything about the cars inside and out. The first time you met him he'd been reassembling his new kart and had given you a toothy grin while explaining he had to know how it worked to know how to make it work. You'd sat next to him and asked him what one part did and he'd slammed his finger with his wrench.

You smile now at the memory of him, lanky and grinning like a dork. Your crush developed immediately, and even now after all these years you still have a crush on the man. You blink and the lanky kid is gone, replaced by a man with the same toothy grin unfolding his tall frame.

"There's my girl."

Augh. My girl. Those words will never not make you grin and blush and feel like a princess in a fairy tale getting her happily ever after. You push away from the wall, eyes on him, your spatial awareness completely gone because your only focus is on him, your very own Flynn Rider Eugene Fitzherbert. "Hey babe, I--"

Your grand announcement is cut off by a very un-princesslike curse word as you trip over a mechanic's foot. That spectacular superhuman reaction time that Toto loves to tout when he's talking about you? On vacation while you pitch forward, your arm catching on the car's rear wing.

"Cocksucking, motherfucking - fuck," you groan once Jack's helped you upright. Your arm feels numb but you can feel the blood already seeping through the sleeve of your shirt.

"No no no don't look," Jack murmurs but you're already twisting in his hold, stretching out your arm to see the crimson stain spreading.

"It's just a scratch," you promise weakly.

Ten minutes later you're in the medical center, watching the towel Jack had pressed to the cut slowly turn red as the team gets everything ready. It's more than a cut, you're gonna need stitches, and Jack sits next to you, pale and wringing his hands.

"When we get married I'm wrapping you in bubble wrap," he mumbles, rubbing at the drying blood on his fingers.

"It's fine," you insist. "I've had worse..."

He groans, looking even paler. "Don't remind me, please."

You're fine. He's a wreck. It's always like this. When he's had a minor injury you were the one fretting like a mother hen. When you had covid he was coming up with all sorts of home remedies to take care of every symptom.

"If you're this bad over a little cut how are you gonna be when I have a baby?" The words come out unfiltered and he slumps back with a whimper.

"We're adopting," he manages.

You can only giggle, startling the medics as they begin stitching your wound. "Deal."

[kitthepurplepotato]

Week 6 Part 3 - Drunk shenanigans! 🏕️

One day early, yay!

Summary: Midoriya confesses his love but no one’s taking him seriously. Ochako questions Y/N about their relationship. Midoriya and Y/N decides to sneak out and share the spare tent. The friend group freaks out over their missing brother. Shouto proposes to someone he’s not even dating. Apparently the key to his heart is a cup of hot coffee.

Be aware! This chapter is really fricking long and probably bad for your heart and teeth. You’ve been warned.

Warnings (actual ones): Drunk Midoriya, swear words

First Part 🥦 Master List

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“Hey, Sweet Pea.” Midoriya nudges your side, his massive, droopy puppy eyes staring at you from up close.

“Yes?”

“I love you. So much.” He giggles with a massive blush on his face, snuggling back into the crook of your neck in embarrassment. It takes you a few moments before you are able to come up with a coherent answer to that; he only says that because he’s drunk but your heart doesn’t care; it jumps up and down in your rib cage without a proper pattern, leaving you dizzy and overwhelmed.

“I love you too, Izu-Izu.” You smile awkwardly while the gang tries not to laugh out loud at his drunk shenanigans. Apparently that wasn’t the right answer though as Midoriya’s face contorts into a frown.

“You don’t understand. Did you hear me? I love you, Y/N!” He repeats, really loudly, making the whole gang aware of his confession.

“And I said I love you too!” You answer again, but by the constipated look on his face, it’s still not the right answer.

“No, you don’t understand! Why don’t you understand?” Midoriya’s eyes fill with tears and Katsuki tenses; the rest of the gang just laughs while Mina whispers “cute”. “I. LOVE. YOU.” He tries again, for the third time. “I want to snuggle. I want to kiss you then I want to marry you. Do you want to have babies Y/N? Not now, but in the future? We would have really cute babies. I hope they’ll look like you. But if you don’t want to have babies that’s fine.”

You… can not breathe. This is… this is not real, right? Okay, you know it’s not real, he’s drunk out of his mind, but still. You want to run and cry in the bathroom but there is no bathroom to hide in. Fuck. You really-really want to cry.

“Izu, please, stop.” You beg, but he doesn’t listen; the gang thinks the whole situation is hilarious and honestly, it is, but at the same time, it breaks your heart completely.

“I think we should adopt a dog first. See how that goes. Can we have a rescue dog, Sweet Pea? Ahh, All Meowt would hate that wouldn’t he… Y/N, will you marry me?” Midoriya is all over the place and you really don’t know what to do with this situation anymore; you laugh and cry at the same time, just utterly confused by what the actual fuck is going on.

“Wooooooow!” Mina screams, folded in half as she laughs. Jirou looks at you with pity in her eyes but she can’t keep a straight face for too long; she bursts out laughing, looking at Katsuki with a knowing look who smirks back at her, also knowingly. Your friends are assholes.

“Izu, why don’t you go to sleep?” You ask nicely, but Midoriya takes it as a rejection and starts crying. Okay. What the fuck.

“Oh, bless his little soul.” Kirishima puts his his hands on his chest, face teary as he looks at his “heartbroken” friend.

“You don’t love me.” He slurs, sniffing.

This is a joke. You’ll never let Midoriya drink again. Never. This is it. You are done.

“Can you tell me these things when you are sober? And then I will answer properly. Please, Izu. Let me help you to your tent.”

“So if I say this to you when I’m sober you’ll say yes?” His crying abruptly stops and he looks at you with hopeful eyes. You really need to put this man to bed and find a place to cry.

“Did I ever say no to you, Izu?” You smile at him and it’s really hard to not kiss him right now; his whole face lit up from your answer, eyes full of affection and love, he looks so fucking happy you can’t help but be happy with him, his mood seeping into you as he smiles widely.

“Okay.” He says with a derpy little giggle. “Do you wanna wash up in the river with me? Can I wash your back?”

… and the moment is ruined.

The whole gang roars at this point, crying and laughing at the same time, Kirishima and Katsuki facepalms but there is a massive grin underneath their palms as they shake their head , not believing the whole shenanigan.

“You have the order all wrong, Izu.” You giggle, not letting the depressive thoughts ruin your day anymore; yes, it’s fucking awkward, yes, you want to hide from the embarrassment, yes, you want to cry your eyes out over how much you want him to say these words when he’s sober, but right now, you just decide to enjoy this silly side of him. It will be fine. He probably won’t remember anything anyway… right?

“Oh, okay. Can you wash MY back then?” Midoriya answers and you facepalm; the guy really is a goner.

“No back washing today, Izu. We can wash our teeth together at the river though. Then you go to sleep in your tent and I go to mine. Okay?” You try and Midoriya pouts but Kirishima comes to the rescue.

“Yes, Zuku, why don’t we all wash our teeth together and go to sleep? Like a big family!” Kirishima grins and makes his way to Midoriya, taking him away from you; you miss the warmth but at least you can take a deep breath now. Ochako looks at you with concern but smiles awkwardly when you look back her; she also moves towards her tent to grab a toothbrush (probably) and you decide to do the same together with Jirou, who strokes your back soothingly but doesn’t comment on the situation. When you come out with your necessities, Ochako is waiting for you by your tent; Jirou steps away and moves towards the river, leaving you two alone in the dark space.

“Ahh, sorry, I know we haven’t talked and this is really awkward but I felt like I should talk to you. You must be overwhelmed and I’m probably making it worse, sorry.” Uraraka scratches the back of her head awkwardly.

Pro hero Deku fans have a hot and cold relationship with pro hero Uravity; first of all, she is gorgeous, so obviously people envy her for her cute looks, second of all… well… he is Midoriya Izuku’s high school sweetheart and people still ship them to his day, plus there were a lot of rumors around the two a few months ago when they decided to go on a “date” in a public park. They both denied the relationship and if you can trust Deku’s words in his latest interview, they were never actually together, but still… it does make you a little bit uncomfortable. Not like you have any reasons to be, you are not Deku’s girlfriend and he can literally do whatever he wants but… you are a little bit jealous of the girl in front of you who managed to make Deku crush on her for months in their first year of high school.

“It’s fine, thank you… how can I help you?” You try to sound calm but your heart rate is probably over 120 right now. She looks at you with nothing but understanding, letting you have a few moments to take a deep breath.

“I just wanted to tell you not to take Midoriya seriously right now. I mean, he probably meant all of that, he’s definitely the kinda guy who thinks about marriage and kids right away, he is really loyal and chooses his partner for life, but…”

You really don’t understand this conversation and you can’t help but jump into the lady’s words.

“Wait, he definitely did not mean any of those things, I know. I am his roommate, not his girlfriend.” You deadpan and you both stare at each other for several awkward seconds before Ochako breaks the silence.

“Look, I know you guys are not out to the public, but I’m Zuku’s friend and I know you guys are together. You don’t need to hide it from me.” She looks a bit offended for god knows why, making you even more confused.

“What do you mean, ‘you know?’” You step back, a little bit freaked out by the whole situation. What the actual fuck is happening right now?!

“Well, Zuku stopped hanging out with me because he needs to be at home on his day offs to be with ‘HIS sweet pea’.” Ochako rolls her eyes fondly. ”Every time I called him he only talked about you and your drawings and about how cute you look in certain clothes, how well you can cook… he didn’t have to tell me you guys are a thing for me to know what’s up. Zuku is absolutely smitten. Plus, you guys haven’t left each other’s side since we’ve arrived, snuggling like two lovesick teenagers.” By the look of it, Ochako is done with your bullshit even though you are telling the truth and you really don’t know how to make this conversation less awkward. “I see how you look at each other. I came here thinking you are freaking out because Zuku was talking about marriage when you only dated for like a month so I came here to reassure you it’s fine and you don’t need to stress about it…”

“Ochako, she’s not lying to you.” Kyouka comes to your rescue. You really want to cry… well… you are… kinda… crying right now. Awkward. “They are both absolutely fucking stupid and they both deny their feelings towards each other, so honestly, Ochako, if you don’t want to suffer brain damage you should give up.”

That was fucking rude, but at least Ochako doesn’t want to kill you with her eyes anymore.

“I knew Zuku is a bit of an idiot when it comes to love but you too, Y/N? Birds of a feather flock together, I guess.” Ochako taps your shoulders in a friendly manner, mouthing ‘sorry’ as she moves towards the river. She’s just about to disappear between the trees when a wobbly Izuku jumps into her arms.

“I demand to be taken to my Sweet Pea!” He yells with Bakugou in his ass.

“Come on now, that’s Ochako, not a fucking taxi.” Katsuki grabs the drunk greenette and puts him on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You sigh and make your way to the river before Midoriya has a mental breakdown over not being able to brush his teeth with you.

You honestly have no idea how you ended up in this situation. It’s kinda hilarious.

Bakugou and Iida makes sure Midoriya doesn’t bother you too much during the short time you guys are in the same space and while Midoriya begs to not be taken away to his tent, Bakugou puts him on his shoulder again and makes his way to the tent with him, ignoring his cries.

You feel bad for him, but he’s way too drunk right now to make his own decisions and his friends are only trying their best to make the next day less awkward for him, so he’ll probably be thankful tomorrow.

You sigh and make your way back to your tent: you can only hope the day after will be less awkward.

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“Y/N!”

It’s the middle of night. 2AM, to be exact. The whole gang is asleep, the only noises around are the chirps of the cicadas and other night loving insects which might annoy some sensitive people, but you absolutely love the background music of the night. You don’t like the random weirdo calling your name though.

“Sweet Pea!” Says the weirdo again and your heart leaps out of your chest as you crawl out of your warm sleeping bag. Jirou is still still asleep next to you; she sleeps with earplugs so you are not surprised.

“Coming!” You whisper and make your way out into the cold night. Midoriya stands by your tent awkwardly, still a bit wobbly but definitely less drunk than he was a few hours ago. “What’s wrong?” You ask but you can barely finish the sentence before Midoriya jumps into your arms, hugging you tightly.

“I’m sorry. I’m so-so sorry.” Izuku mutters, his face hidden in your hair. Your heart forgot how to beat properly, it’s beating out of rhythm, leaving you dizzy and confused.

“Izu, go back to sleep, it’s late.” You mumble back but you can’t stop yourself from hugging him back; it might be summer but it’s really cold outside so Midoriya’s warm body feels like a furnace against you. That’s all, nothing else.

“I can’t sleep, Y/N. I hate myself so much right now.” He says and it breaks your heart; you really hate seeing him sad or angry; Midoriya is the sunshine itself, he should never wear a frown on his face. Midoriya deserves the fucking world and you would do anything for him to keep him happy and content for the rest of his life. Ahh, you are so fucked.

“Izuku, I love you.” You say without thinking. “I love you and it’s not going to change because you went crazy on me for a few hours. Actually, it just made me love you more.” You smile sadly at the green haired hero, even though he can’t see it from this angle. He doesn’t answer, he just pulls you closer, gripping the back of your shirt like a lifeline. “You were kinda cute, to be honest.” You admit. Midoriya giggles at that and his grip loosens; he holds you for a few more seconds before letting you go. You both stare at each other, a mass of unspoken words buzzing in the air and somehow, the chirp of the cicadas makes you feel brave.

“Izu, is the spare tent free today?” For some weird reason, Midoriya gets really red from the question, his arms flying everywhere as he answers.

“Uhm… I think so? Probably? Why?!”

You grin and take the hero’s hand in yours, pulling him with you towards the spare tent, hoping there is a sleeping bag there already; he comes after you without a word, letting himself be taken wherever you want him to be.

You open up the up the zip-door and slide in, pulling him after you; he stumbles and falls down on the top of the sleeping bag then giggles at his own clumsiness. You swear you hear a tiny, high pitched yelp but you decide to ignore it.

“That’s not how you use a sleeping bag, you silly.” You tease as you hide yourself in the other bag; it’s really fricking cold outside right now.

Midoriya laughs at that and tucks himself in completely; the only thing visible is the top of his messy head. He looks absolutely adorable.

“We will get so much shit tomorrow for this.” Midoriya giggles, but he doesn’t sound too bothered; his voice is rather mischievous than anxious.

“I don’t give a fuck. We’re getting married anyway.”

“Y/N!” Izuku whines, unimpressed by your teasing. “Stop bullying me!”

“Oi, let me enjoy the time when I can tease you, Mr. Perfect!” You laugh, poking his sleeping bag with your finger.

“Also, stop hanging out with Kacchan, you start to sound like him.” He mumbles grumpily; the fact that you can’t see his adorable pout makes you a little bit sad, but it’s way too cold and you are not an asshole to point it out.

“Are you jealous?” You tease again; all the answer you get is a murmur and the comfortable silence makes its way into the spare tent as you two relax next to each other. The time passes but the sleeping bag doesn’t get much warmer; the weather was so much nicer when you went to sleep a few hours ago so it was easier to get the bed warm back then.

“It’s so cold.” You mumble, your teeth clattering dramatically. You are not too great with the cold and all your stuff is in the other tent so you can’t even put a hoodie on. This was a stupid idea.

“Come into mine.” Izuku mumbles shyly, opening up the zipper for you to crawl in. “We can use yours as a blanket on top.”

What a great idea! Midoriya is always warm so his bag is probably much warmer already! You just need to brace yourself for a few seconds of cold until you can snuggle up…

… Wait.

What?!

You can’t fucking do that. Nope. Sharing a sleeping bag is a super intimate thing; there won’t be enough space inside to keep distance, which means you’ll be flush against his body, skin touching skin, cuddled up through the whole night… oh my god.

Oh my fucking god.

You really want to do that.

Can you really do that?!

Well, it was his idea, not yours, so…

“If you don’t mind…” You mumble as you open up your sleeping bag completely and bring it with yourself to spread it over Midoriya; when you are done, Izuku opens up his sleeping bag and invites you in with open arms. As you thought, the space is barely enough for you two; Izuku has a hard time closing the zipper back but makes it work after a few quiet ‘fuck’s. You two end up spooning, Midoriya’s body flush against you; your body is on fire but you try to calm down and not think about the beautiful muscled chest you can feel on your back.

“Your body is really cold.” Midoriya mumbles and tangles his legs together with yours, getting rid of the only space between you two. He’s huge and comforting, his warmth seeps into you in waves, making you melt against him as he tugs you even closer with his arms around your middle; Midoriya entwines his fingers with yours, the action making you hot and bothered and it has nothing to do with the sudden warmth around you; you sigh shakily, trying your best to calm down and not get your hopes up about this but his actions doesn’t help your case at all; Izuku takes a deep breath while he hides his face in your hair then inhales as he hugs you as tight as he possibly can without hurting you. It’s so possessive yet so kind, so intimate… your mind is a mess, your body is giving you confusing signals; you feel tired and excited at the same time, you want to sleep but you don’t want to close your eyes just in case this is all a dream and you wake up alone the next day; you want this to be real, not just an efficient way to keep warm and you know you are the only one feeling like this and it breaks your heart, but oh goddamnit, you’ve never been so content in your life, so whatever heartbreak tomorrow brings you are ready to face it head on.

“This is nice.” Midoriya mumbles while he leaves a kiss on the top of your head. This is so much for your little heart. So-so much. Instead of answering you decide to hold his hand tighter in a silent agreement, too terrified of saying anything out loud, as it might come out broken or you might tell him something you don’t want to share; like how you never want this night to end and how you want to do the same every day even when it’s hot outside because you fit so perfectly as a little spoon, like you were born to be there, now and forever. “I’ll never be able to let you go.” Midoriya mumbles against your hair, ending his sentence with a sigh.

“Then don’t.” You murmur and close your eyes; it’s so much but it’s so right, everything about this so-so wrong and so past the friend-zone; you can feel everything, and by that you literally mean every single thing on Midoriya’s body, there isn’t a single point that’s not touching on a certain level… Jesus, you need to get a grip. You really need to get a grip right now.

“Okay.” He mumbles back; you can feel him smiling happily and this is all you need to calm down; if he’s happy with this, then so are you.

Midoriya’s breathing evens out in a few minutes but his hold doesn’t waver; you fall asleep with your favorite hero holding you tight, surrounded by his warmth, and right here, right now, you are the happiest person in the whole fucking world.

~•🥦•~

Shouto wakes up at 5AM the next day. He looks around, squinting at the random blobs of color in his tent; something is missing but he is too sleepy to figure out what it is. One thing he knows though; somehow, there was more color in the tent the last time he had his eyes open.

Shouto blinks once, then twice, his eyes slowly get accustomed to the pink hue of the sunrise; the tent looks bigger than it looked yesterday, he has more space to stretch, it’s cozy and nice but something is wrong… something…

Green.

Something big and green is missing.

“Prez.” Shouto mumbles and Iida moves his head towards the sound, he squints and assesses the situation, looking for the danger but there isn’t one; the morning is cold and quiet.

“Mornin’.” he mumbles and moves his arms around for a morning stretch but stops midway; he looks to his left side where his arm is stretched out then looks at the empty sleeping bag next to him. “I genuinely don’t want to make assumptions Shouto-kun, but… are we missing a brother on this lovely morning?”

Shouto blinks a few times and stares at the empty space; so that’s what was missing. A big green blob called Midoriya Izuku.

“Should we freak out? Or is it too early for that?” Shouto mumbles, still in a half asleep state.

“Do we know when he left?” Iida asks, much more alive than he was a few seconds ago; he might not be the class president anymore but he certainly still acts like one and Shouto is really grateful for that.

“I slept though the whole night, so… no.” Shouto yawns.

“Did he leave a message or a note?” Iida climbs out of his warm sleeping bag, immediately putting on a hoodie. “I’m changing my question; does he have his coat with him?”

Shouto looks around, a tiny bit more conscious of his existence on this planet; he finds Midoriya’s coat in one of the corners, so the answer is…

“No.”

“We should freak out, brother. Zuku-kun is missing and he’s probably really cold.” Iida says, waiting for Shouto to move his FUCKING ASS AT LAST, but the zombie boy only stares at the poor coat like it just offended his mother.

“Coffee. I can not function. Need. Coffee.”

“Shouto-kun, I love you and respect you but you are really useless.” He sighs and moves towards the door to find his brother while Shouto mumbles profanities into the air, hoping for the coffee appear in front him so he can help in the Midoriya-hunt.

The coffee does not come.

Shouto can not even put his agony into words as he crawls out the door on all fours, feeling like a tiny baby making his first, wobbly steps in the big bad world.

“Zuku, bring me coffee!” He wails to no one in particular, lying down on the wet grass while half of his body is still inside his sleeping bag. He tried. He did his best.

~•🥦•~

“The fuck do you mean he’s gone?!” Katsuki rubs his eyes aggressively. He tries to stand up but there is a second sleeping bag on his chest, occupied by a drooling Kirishima; he frowns at a disgusting amount of saliva and blows the guy back to his side with a small explosion; apparently, Kirishima knows when to harden even in his sleep as he continues sleeping peacefully like he wasn’t just exploded by his own best friend at 5 fucking AM. “Wake up, you sleepy fuck! The nerd is missing!” Katsuki yells and Eijirou looks up at that.

“Where did he go?” He asks with a deep, sleepy voice.

“If we would fucking know he wouldn’t be fucking missing, you dumb fuck.” Katsuki sighs and leaves the redhead alone in the tent to give him some time to wake up. Eijirou slowly crawls out after him like the loyal puppy he is, not completely coherent yet but awake enough to understand the seriousness of the situation.

The next few minutes are nothing but pure chaos; the whole gang wakes up one by one after hearing Katsuki’s aggravated screams, they all ask the same questions and the answer has more and more profanities the more Katsuki needs to repeat himself.

They all start to call out for Midoriya, marching around in the area looking for their bro, but there is no sign of him; at last, Kyouka decides to join the team with a big yawn and an even bigger eye roll.

“Stop freaking out, he’s not the only one missing.” Kyouka mumbles and the whole team looks at her like she’s lost her fucking mind.

“How is that supposed to make us feel better?!” Katsuki yells as loud as he probably can and for some reason, a nearby bush rustles, freaking out everyone awake enough to realize that a bush should not move on its own. Thankfully, the only ones actually awake enough are Iida and Katsuki but Katsuki is too busy being an aggravated asshole to care and Iida’s worries get ignored by the rest of the zombie-squad.

“Y/N is missing too, they are probably together.” Jirou yawns again and makes her way towards the spare tent; the squad yells “oooooh” in unison.

“If I find them and they are not fucking, I’m going to howitzer impact them into oblivion.” Katsuki stomps towards the door and opens the zipper. “Well, close enough.” He grins happily, clearly elated by the sight even though he would never admit it, then he let’s the whole team to take a look inside; Y/N and Izuku are in the same sleeping bag, spooning, Izuku’s face is hidden in Y/N hair and he holds Y/N tightly even in his sleep. Y/N murmurs something about the light and snuggles into the greenette, she moves their entwined fingers to her lips and kisses it before she hugs it close to herself the same way children hug their stuffed animals and goes back to sleep with a smile on her face. Katsuki hears a camera shutter going off and looks at his roommate proudly. Uraraka gawks at the two then looks at Jirou incredulously. Jirou laughs.

Shouto looks into the tent then moans loudly when he realizes there is no coffee there. Momo rolls her eyes and makes her way to the “kitchen “ area to make some. Shouto gets down on one knee and proposes to Momo, but Momo tells him to ask her on a date first. So Shouto does.

Sero whistles and the team of zombies gawk at the scene.

Izuku and Y/N sleeps through the whole shenanigan.

— Deku’s daycare —

Shitty Hair: Deku went missing during the night, but don’t worry, we found him! *picture attached*

— Deku’s Mental Health Support Group —

Kacchan: *forwarded a picture* I can’t wait to hear your explanation about how is this platonic/unrequited. I dare you to fucking try.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Don’t ask me what’s up with Shouto and Momo because I have no idea, but I’m more than happy to hear your thoughts about those two 😂

- Ahh, I love this chapter so much! It’s my second favorite one (the first one is not out yet! 😂)

- I just finished writing week 8, and you guys are not ready for that chapter. It will blow your minds, I’m telling you! I still don’t know who possessed me that I was able to write that stuff. It actually sounds so good, not like my usual rambles 😂 ahh, I can’t wait!

- Also! There is one more chapter from the camping trip and bro, there is something in it you’ll scream so much about. 😂 I can’t wait for your reactions!!

- I’ll shut up now. Btw there might be a slight delay with the stories because I realized I’m always working on the days I’m supposed to post them and I hate it. I think we will have this on Thursdays and Shenanigans on Mondays? I DUNNO I HAVE ADHD I DON’T KNOW HOW TO PLAN?! …

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[daisynik7]

Bursting at the Seams

Pairing: Takashi Mitsuya x Original Female Character

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~3.3k

cw: switching POVs (2nd and 3rd person), explicit language, kissing, established relationship (yay!)

Summary: You and Mitsuya make your newly blossomed relationship official. To commemorate this special occasion, he invites you to his house for breakfast, where you meet his mother. 

Author's Note: Thank you for your patience with this! I really love writing this story, so I’m doing my best to work on this while I continue a few other WIPs. I appreciate every single one of you who have read this so far. I’m excited to show you all how everything will play out! Would love to know what you think and maybe some predictions on what may happen in the future chapters. Thanks so much for reading!

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Saturday morning, Mitsuya wakes up with a bright smile on his face, the confession from just hours before still replaying in his head like his favorite scene in a movie. He flexes his hand, fondly remembering how hers fit so seamlessly in his. They were close to a kiss; if they hadn’t been interrupted by her parents, he’s sure it would have happened. While he wants nothing more than to feel how soft her lips are, especially pressed against his, he wonders if this is all happening a little too fast. After all, they aren’t official yet. He ought to ask her to be his girlfriend first before he smooches her, right? Isn’t that what a gentleman does?

And is Takashi Mitsuya, founding member and Second Division captain of the Tokyo Manji gang even capable of being a gentleman? Of being a good boyfriend?

He gradually comes down from his dreamy state to contemplate how best to proceed with this. After breakfast, he calls both Draken and Takemitchy, the only two people he knows that are actually succeeding in the boyfriend category. 

“You have a girlfriend now?!” Takemitchy exclaims loudly on the other end. Hina’s in the background, begging him to put it on speaker so she can listen in too. 

“No, not yet. I confessed to her last night and she likes me back.” He smiles to himself, recalling the moment once again. 

“Holy shit, you actually took my advice,” Draken chuckles. “Good shit, man. So did you two kiss yet or…?”

“Well, we almost did,” he explains. “Her parents came out right as we were about to. But it got me thinking that maybe we should make it official first before we do anything irresponsible.”

Draken barks out a laugh. “You know that you can’t get a girl pregnant just from kissing her, right?”

Before Mitsuya can cuss him out, Takemitchy comments, “No, I totally understand where you’re coming from! When Hina and I started dating, we barely held hands. It took even longer for us to kiss! Waiting for the right time just made it all the more special.” 

“Hina, stop holding the gun to his head, we know you’re in the room with us,” Draken teases.

There’s shuffling on their end as she grabs hold of the phone, giggling, “I didn’t even have to tell him to say that! Anyways Mitsuya, I think taking things slow is a wonderful idea!”

“Nah, screw that. You’re a man now, Takashi. And men have needs. As long as she wants it too, I say just go for it.”

“Go for what exactly?” Mitsuya asks, genuinely curious.

“Dude, do I really have to spell it out for you?”

“Please don’t,” Takemitchy murmurs.

“Nothing gross!” Hina chimes in.

“I’m talking about fu – ”

“Ken Ryuguji!” Emma’s voice rings from the line. “Do not say what I think you’re about to say! Not in front of our child!”

“It can’t even hear yet!” 

Clearly now, Emma insists, “Mitsuya, whatever you do, do not listen to Draken. Go with your heart instead of your…well, you know.”

“Says the woman who is currently pregnant because of you-know-what,” Draken mutters.

“This is totally different. We’ve been together for years. Mitsuya’s only known this girl for a month. And unlike you, Ken Ryuguji, Takashi is actually a sweet guy.”

“Hey!”

She ignores him, adding, “You’ve got all the time in the world. Do what you think is right. Everything will work out in the end.”

He thanks all four of them for their input before ending the call, heeding their advice carefully the remainder of the day as he babysits his sisters at home. It’s probably best for him and Hana to discuss what their expectations are going forward. He has no experience in relationships whatsoever, so naturally, he’s apprehensive. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he somehow becomes a rotten boyfriend. 

Around dinnertime, he decides to text her, asking if she is free to talk on the phone later tonight, to which she confirms that she is. He takes the next few hours to prepare himself, rehearsing what he’d like to say over and over in his head until he tucks his sisters into bed, retreating into his own bedroom to dial Shimizu’s number. 

After two rings, she picks up. “Hello?”

He smiles, happy to hear her voice. “Hi. How are you?”

“Good. And you?”

“Good. Great, actually. I hope I’m not bothering you.”

“You’re not. I’m happy you called.”

They exchange pleasantries, recounting each other’s nights before getting to the main matter. His heart skips a beat, getting increasingly nervous, despite how comforting it is to hear her speak so casually with him. When the right opportunity arrives, he clears his throat, remembering what he practiced from earlier. “I just want to make sure that we do this right, you know? I’ve never had a girlfriend, so I really don’t know what to do when it comes to things like this. But I want to do my best to be a good boyfriend to you.”

Her voice is gentle and sweet as she replies, “I feel the same way. I’ve never had a boyfriend either. I don’t know how good of a girlfriend I can be. But I’ll do my best too to be good to you. We’ll learn together. ” 

He grins, touched by her words. “Together. I like that.” He swallows his emotions to continue. “I’m sure your parents won’t approve of you dating a gang member. But you’ll always be safe with me. You have nothing to worry about when it comes to Toman. I can promise you that.” 

“It doesn’t matter to me that you’re in Toman. I already feel safe with you, so I’m not concerned about that at all.”

Surprised, he says, “Really?”

“Really,” she confirms with confidence. “I want you to feel safe with me too. I’ll do everything I can to protect you. I mean, I can’t fight. But I promise that I’ll be there for you whenever you need someone to lean on, someone to support you. I want to help you however I can.”

Tears begin to well in his eyes, his heart on the verge of bursting from his chest. He’s never felt anything like this before. He’s always taken pride in protecting the people dearest to him, whether it be his family or his fellow brothers in the gang. And while he knows that his friends will always have his back, knowing that someone outside of Toman is looking out for him, determined to protect him, feels different. Is it okay for Mitsuya to rely on her like this? To be vulnerable and depend on her throughout all the obstacles that come his way? Draken’s words from last night replay in his head. You deserve to be happy. You’re always the one taking care of others, it’s about time someone takes care of you. The more he thinks about it, he realizes that yes, maybe he does deserve this. 

He grabs a tissue from his nightstand, wiping away his sniffles. “You’ve already helped me so much. I don’t know if this makes sense, but when I’m with you, I feel normal. I feel like myself, you know? Like I’m more than just this Toman jacket. I’m just me. A lot of our classmates are too scared to talk to me, and when they do, it’s usually for a favor because of my reputation. But you approached me, wanting sewing lessons. I feel like you see the real me more than anyone else does.”

It takes a several seconds for her to respond, seemingly holding back tears. Eventually, she says, “I’m really glad I came to you for lessons then.”

“Me too.”

There’s a comfortable silence between them as they cherish each other’s heartfelt sentiments, Mitsuya stares at his bedroom ceiling with the phone pressed to his hear, wishing he could see her right now. “So, Hana Shimizu.”

She giggles. “Yes, Takashi Mitsuya?”

“Would you please do me the honor and be my girlfriend?”

There’s more of her precious laughter as she answers, “Yes. And will you do me the honor and be my boyfriend?”

“Absolutely yes,” he replies, smiling even wider. He’s tempted to get out of bed and drive to her house to commemorate this special occasion, but he resists. Instead, he blurts out, “Do you want to come over for breakfast tomorrow? I really want to see you before school on Monday. I can make pancakes. Plus, my mom has a late shift and she’ll be home, so you can meet her.”

“Isn’t this too soon to be meeting your mother?” 

“Is it? Are there rules against it or something?”

She laughs. “I guess not. We can make up our own rules. As long as we’re learning together, right?”

“You know I like the sound of that. I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

“Yes, tomorrow. Goodnight, Takashi.”

His breath hitches, enjoying the sound of his name from her mouth a little too much. Chest fluttering with affection, he says quietly, “Goodnight, Hana.”

~~~

Within twenty-four hours of his confession, you are officially Takashi Mitsuya’s girlfriend. 

You stare wide-eyed at the ceiling of your bedroom in disbelief, the phone still warm in your grasp having just finished your conversation with your now boyfriend. You’re tingling all over, utterly amazed and completely ecstatic at this recent turn of events. Who would have thought you, plain and ordinary Hana Shimizu, would be anyone’s girlfriend, let alone Takashi Mitsuya’s girlfriend? 

It takes you a while to fall asleep, mind racing with thoughts and fantasies of your new relationship. You wake up the next morning, both nervous and excited to see him. Knowing that you’ll be meeting his mom today, you put on your best dress, hoping to make a good impression. You quietly step down the stairs, barely sticking your head into the kitchen to greet your parents. “Morning! I’m going out for breakfast!” 

Before you can sneak away, your mother calls out to you. “With who? Mei and Keiko?”

You contemplate lying, but you know that never pans out well. So, praying they don’t question it, you answer, “I’m going to the Mitsuyas.” You listen for any reaction, and when you only hear hushed whispers between your parents, you slip into your shoes, heading out the door. 

It’s a short trip to his house, less than ten minutes. You knock on the front door, taking a deep breath. He answers quickly, a smile already on his face, eyes full of kindness as he greets you. “Hana, good morning.” Your name sounds so soothing from his mouth; you never thought your name was special but hearing it from him makes it feel that way. “Hi, Takashi.”

He rubs the nape of his neck, a slight blush on his cheeks. “I’m not used to hearing you say my first name yet.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, not at all. I just…I think I like it a little too much,” he admits. 

You reach for his hand, brushing your fingers gently along his knuckles. When Luna and Mana come running towards the entrance, you immediately retract from him, embarrassed. “Ms. Hana!” they cheer, hugging you tightly around the waist. 

You pat their heads. “Hi! I missed you two!”

They peer up at you, beaming. “We missed you so much!” 

“What did Taka do to you, huh? Should we beat him up?” Luna offers, shooting a glare at her brother.

“No, no, no! He didn’t do anything wrong, I promise,” you assure them. 

Takashi snorts, playfully rolling his eyes. “Like you even stand a chance.”

“We know exactly where to hit you, Taka!” Luna threatens. 

Mana chimes in. “Yeah, you taught us, remember?!”

You grin at him, brow raised. “What are you teaching them?”

“Self-defense, of course,” he replies, smirking. “In case some idiots try to mess with them.”

A woman with the same downturned lavender eyes appears from the kitchen, a warm smile on her face. The resemblance is uncanny; this is definitely Takashi’s mother. She’s as beautiful as you imagined her to be and you’re immediately flustered under her gaze. You bow to her, the kiddos still latched to your legs. “Good morning, Ms. Mitsuya. Thank you for having me.”

“Of course. You’re welcome anytime. I’ve heard so much about your from my children, so I’m so happy I finally get to meet you. The food is ready, so if you’d like, we can start eating.”

The five of you gather around the table, Takashi taking the seat beside you, his knee touching yours as you sit cross-legged on the cushion. The spread is fantastic: fluffy pancakes stacked neatly one-by-one, pillowy golden tamago topped with strips of seaweed, bowls of strawberries and other fruit to top it all off. Luna and Mana help themselves to a pile of pancakes, drizzling a generous amount of syrup before they take a big bite. Takashi serves you, giving you a little bit of everything to try. His mother watches the two of you, a small grin on her face. 

You chat casually, Ms. Mitsuya asking the typically questions: how’s school, what your family does for work, what you plan to study in university. “I’m going to major in education. I want to become a teacher,” you inform her.

“So you will follow in your father’s footsteps. How wonderful,” she comments. “Mitsuya, maybe you should consider doing that, too.”

You face him, nodding. “You’d be a great teacher!” 

He shrugs, stuffing a forkful of eggs into his mouth. “I think I’d rather keep my major to business. If I ever become a designer, I might want to open my own shop, you know?”

His mom leans forward, a serious expression on her face now. “Do you think you’ll really follow through with it, Takashi? I know how committed you are to Toman, but maybe it’s time to move on from it. I don’t want you to put your dreams on the backburner for this little gang of yours.”

“Why can’t I do both? I’m not just going to abandon my friends, Mom. And I’m not going to abandon my dreams, either. I can do them both,” He avoids her gaze, staring down at his almost empty plate of food. You rest your hand on his knee, squeezing it, wanting to show your support for him. If he’s confident that he can balance both obligations at the same time, then you believe in him too. 

He smiles at you, entwining his fingers with yours. “I have another announcement to make. Hana and I are dating.” Much to your shock, he holds your hands up, showcasing this display of affection. 

Luna and Mana squeal, applauding enthusiastically. “Yay!”

You anticipate his mother’s reaction and breathe a sigh of relief when you notice her serious demeanor relax, a grin spreading across her face at the news. “Congratulations. I’m very happy to hear that.”

He grips you tighter, looking at her. “Mom, I know you think I have a lot to deal with, but I can do this. When have I ever let you down?”

She shakes her head. “You never have.”

“So, do I have your support? Do we have your support?”

She smiles. “Of course. You always have, and you always will.”

While the abrupt announcement has you shaken at first, you can’t help being elated at how well this is already going. With his mother’s approval, this only leaves your parents to consult with next, which might prove a bit more difficult than this. However, with Takashi by your side, you’re confident you can convince them to trust in this new relationship of yours. Especially with all the wonderful merits your boyfriend brings to the table. 

After breakfast, you play with this sisters in the living room while mother and son wash the dishes in the kitchen. When Takashi excuses himself to use the bathroom, you take this chance to speak to her in private, if only for a brief moment. Standing next to her at the sink, a clean dish towel in hand, you offer to dry the dishes, which she gladly accepts. “Ms. Mitsuya. I just want to thank you for welcoming me into your home.”

“Like I said, you’re always welcome here.” She glances at the hallway, checking on Takashi, who remains in the bathroom. In a lower, hushed tone, she adds, “I just hope that you can push Takashi in the right direction.”

Confused, you ask, “What do you mean?”

She sighs, scrubbing the last bowl with the sponge. “I don’t want him to be in Toman for the rest of his life. I’m not sure if you know this, but back in middle school, he got into this really big fight. He was beaten to nearly an inch of his life, all for the sake of his friend, Hakkai. I’m scared that if this continues any further, there will be a time he’ll put his life on the line and won’t be able to get back on his feet. You seem to have a good head on your shoulders, so maybe you can steer him to where he needs to go.”

It’s never crossed your mind what hardships Takashi has had to overcome in his past. Sure, there are rumors and idle gossip about him floating amongst your classmates, but you never paid it any mind, wanting to get to know him for yourself. Hearing this from his own mother is concerning, and with her subtle plea for you to guide him away from Toman, you’re not sure if you’re qualified to do that. It doesn’t seem like your place to interfere with his life. All you can do is support in whatever decisions he makes, right?

Your boyfriend returns before you can respond to her, standing beside you to help dry the remaining dishes. Ms. Mitsuya slides her gloves off, wiping her hands on a paper towel. “I need to run to the store to get a few groceries. I’ll take the girls with me so they can pick out some snacks. Will you be okay here, Taka?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“Hana, it was so nice to finally meet you. I’ll see you again soon, okay?” She wraps her arms around you in a snug embrace. 

“Yes, thank you for breakfast, Ms. Mitsuya,” you say, squeezing her back. You hug Luna and Mana goodbye before they leave hand-and-hand with their mother, leaving you and Takashi alone.

You turn to face him, stepping closer. “I guess I should head home soon.”

He closes the distance even further, leaning towards you, his hands in his pockets, a smirk on his face. “Yeah, maybe that’s for the best.”

You grin at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Thank you for inviting me. This was really fun.”

He slides his hands around your waist, pulling you closer, nuzzling his nose to yours. “It was. Thank you for coming.”

Your lips meet in a delicate kiss, sweet and soft just as you imagined it’d be. Warmth fills your chest and you’re almost breathless when you part, his forehead pressed to yours, smiling. “Do you really have to go?”

You giggle, giving him a peck on the cheek before you pull away. “I think I should.”  

He watches you from the doorway as you make your way outside, twirling in your dress once more to wave goodbye. You stroll through the neighborhood in a daze, lips tingling, body buzzing with excitement, taking your time to get home. 

Ms. Mitsuya’s request still lingers in your mind as you enter your house, humming a happy tune with your mom and dad eyeing you suspiciously. Then, there’s your parents, of course, who you’ll need to talk to soon. There may be obstacles to face, but you’re confident that you and Takashi can persevere, together. All that matters in this moment is that the two of you are happy. And there is nothing standing in your way to stop that. 

[wilmaslittleflower]

rehearsals and nuggets.

notes; another fic? Wow. Look at me! Again, I hope you enjoy this, it’s shorter but it’s been sitting in my drafts for a bit so, enjoy!

warnings; lovejoy members?, stomach rumbling from hunger, hungry reader, food mentioned, piggy back rides, pet names (baby, darling, ect), if I missed any please tell me.

edited; slightly

wc; 1k

who; Wilbur soot x reader (cg!wilbur and little!reader)

Wil had taken you to the studio as an adventure of the day, seeing as you woke up in little space and wanted you to come with him. Wil told the guys before hand about you and they all were super excited to see and hang out with you. They all supported you and helped Wil out when he needed it. They quite liked taking care of you when Wil needed to go do some thing or stream. They all love you very much and will always support and appreciate you.

It was half way through the day now and the boys had been at it for hours, recording and writing like no tomorrow, while you sat on the couch and colored with mark when he wasn’t needed. Wil also gave you his phone and headphones to use while you watched some shows and movies, so you weren’t overstimulated by all the noises around you.

Ash and Joe came over sometimes and watched with you as Ash drew on his tablet and showed you every little design he did, knowing how much you loved it.

After a while you felt your stomach ache and then rumble. Then again. And again.

You didn’t want to bother Wil, but you were hungry and your little stomach couldn’t starve! So while he was in the booth recording, you went up to Mark and tugged on his shirt.

“m hungwy.” You said quietly, not wanting to disturb any of the recordings that were happening with you being too loud.

“you’re hungry? Ok bud, want me to tell Wil?” Mark asked as you shook your head.

“Don wan to bofer hims.” You whispered out as you looked down at your hands, gently picking at them.

Mark caught this and gently grabbed your hands in his and rubbed the backs of them. “Hey, I promise you, you are not bothering him. He would leave this all right now if you were bored or wanted to go home. He cares about you more than this. He always will. Now after he’s done, why don’t you go ask him for food and me and the boys will be behind you asking him too.” Mark proposed as you smiled at him and nodded. Mark got up and walked over to the rest of the guys that were sitting down and listening to whatever Wil was doing. You still had the headphones on so you couldn’t quite hear what was happening unless you were close.

After a bit you did exactly what Mark told you too and went up to Wil once he was out and tapped his hand.

“What’s up love?” Wil asked as he crouched down and made eye contact with you as your eyes widened and you suddenly got anxious. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Joe, mark and ash come up behind you and give you thumbs up and smiles.

“m hungwy, tan we gets food?” You asked confidently as you looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

Wil smiled up at you then behind you to the boys, “did you guys plan to gang up on me if i said no?” Wil asked curiously to you all. Ash and Mark shook their heads as Joe nodded, quickly being slapped in the arm by Mark as he did. Laughing, Wil turned back to you and stood up. “Yeah let’s go, I’m starving!”

“Yay!” You exclaimed as Wil took your hand in his as he grabbed his wallet and phone, placing them both in one pocket.

“Wanna hop on my back baby?” Wil asked as you all stepped out the studio doors, breathing in the slightly fresh air. You nodded excitedly as Wil crouched again, Ash helping you on carefully. Standing up, you quickly wrapped your arms around Wil and hide your face in his neck.

“Dada too taww-“ you spoke into his neck as he laughed at your words.

“I’m too tall? I can put you down if you wa-“

“No! Wan dada to cawwy me!” You hugged him tighter as he started to lower you, quickly hiking you up again as you spoke.

“Gladly darling.” Wil whispered for only you to hear, rubbing your legs as he held them close to him.

You all agreed to McDonald’s since it was fast and easy. Plus you wanted chicken nuggets. So once you all ordered and payed and waited, Joe and mark made small talk with you. Asking all kinds of questions that they already know the answer too but love seeing you excited just from being asked. Wil and ash gathered everyone’s food and brought it over as Wil sat down in the booth next to you and gave you your happy meal and your drink of choice .

“Happy?” Wil whispered to you as he got all your food out for you and handed you the toy that was in the box.

“Mhms, fank wou.” You whispered back to him as he smiled down at you , kissing your forehead and getting his stuff from the tray.

“Of course my love, any time. I love you.”

“I wuv wou toos!” You said to him as you nuzzles into his arm as you ate.

“What about me, Wil? You love me?” Mark asked jokingly as Wil rolled his eyes at the man.

“No Mark, I actually hate you-“

“Ok woah! That’s hurtful.” Mark grasped his heart as he coward in on himself.

“Dada onwy wuvs me.” You said to Mark as the rest of them all laughed, including Mark.

“That’s right baby, only you.” Wil said as he kissed your head again.

This is what you’ve always wanted. A safe place. A family. And know you have that.

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[lutawolf]

The Sign Commentary Review Ep 2 part 1 & 2

We start off right where we left off, with Phaya listening in to the conversation that the instructors are having. He tells Tharn to take Yai back, but is anyone surprised when Tharn doesn't listen?

Phaya, I got to ask. What kind of life you have been living that you can pick a lock? Though to be fair, I unlocked my sister's bedroom door with a butter knife more than once.

Phaya makes his way in and intensely looks around. Guess they don't have security cameras. Anyway, he finds what he is looking for and takes photos with his cell phone.

These two. I love them so much. "Why are you so close?" While smirking. The other facing down his current bedmate with annoyance. "I can't see. Why didn't you find a better place? Someplace with more space?"

They discuss the case while cuddling under the blanket. They weren't under there for warmth and seriously, even Yai couldn't turn this into hiding. Those coconuts are cuddling! Convince me otherwise!

Phaya says how he doesn't think that the victim tied his ankle knot himself. "How do you know?" "I just know." Hahahaha! Know a little something about knot tying do you Phaya. So we are looking at a wrap and cinch, aka a quick cuff. Now he was floating in water so that has to allow for some rope give but notice the pull section is in the back. If he were going to quick cuff himself, the pull would be in front so he could yank it himself

How the hell are you going to hide two people under that blanket! I got to see this. Oh wow. 😂😂😂

Tension! Damn, but they got some good chemistry!

"I'm not leaving until you tell me."

HAHAHAHA I'm dead. Phaya taking advantage of the situation is my favorite thing ever.

Now back to training. Where we see Phaya paying attention to everything, and then we get to the classroom. Have I meantioned how much I love Yai?

Look at that guilty face. Homeboy can deny all he wants, but his face says it all. Hahaha!

Then the looks that Tharn and Phaya give each other. Screams confusion on Phaya's part and guilty on Tharn's. I'm loving it. Speaking of faces.

Someone is suspicious of our boy Phaya.

More training, with a sprinkling of flirtation. Then hand holding!!!

Ohhhh, yeah baby, break out the rope. Phaya is showing Tharn exactly what I mentioned earlier.

They are contemplating what move to make next and how just the two of them can do it when the Scooby gang shows up. You decide who is who, but they are the Scooby gang for sure. Yai brings up valid points as to why not to investigate, but Phaya says he can't ignore this and be a cop. Which everyone agrees with but Phaya, but now I know why. He was protecting his brother. I love Yai and his fierce loyalty.

I love them both so much. They are a good balance. And Captain suspicious is for sure watching them. The Captain follows them around to figure out what they are up to.

Now for some well deserved eye candy. Thank you, director, for knowing what us thirsty bitches want.

Now we are to the part where Phaya sneaks out to look for evidence at the beach.

A female voice begins calling out his name. Telling him to come this way. She appears in the water, beckoning to him. Meanwhile, Tharn senses something and wakes up. Checks Phaya's bed and sees that he is missing. He takes off, seeming to know where he will be. He finds Phaya in the wadding in the ocean in an apparent trance.

This is also around the time when they get caught by the instructors. Please let one of them be smart enough to come up with an excuse.

Apparently not. He threatens to expel all of them who continue with the investigation.

After punishment, Phaya talks to the guys in the barracks. Telling them that he is really sorry. It's at this point that we realize that Thai was the smart one of the group earlier. That the Captain was right. For them to be good cops, they have to stick to the rules and pass the exam.

And that's that for this part. On to the next. I'm breaking them into two posts because... Well, I like to add all the pictures. 💜💜💜

[ladythornofrivia]

The Imperfection of Sound

In a world of sound, reader is deaf. Until she meets Ran Haitani, who shows her that life is more than just hoping for a miracle.

Pair: Ran x Reader

Warnings: Mature Content, Inappropriate Moments and Adult Language. (if you’re under 18, you can’t read this).

Author’s Note: Great news! So I’m going to expand on this series with 2 more chapters! Yay! It’s a very long chapter. I hope you enjoy it.

(Please report if someone decides to steal/plagiarize my story. And notify me. Thank you.)

Chapter 6: I Dream of You

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He must’ve been dreaming.

Surely he must’ve.

After all, all he had ever done is eat, watch, shower and sleep. And a little bit of seven-minute cleaning the apartment—not counting Rindou’s space and the DJ equipment. Most of the time, throughout the day, he constantly thinking—and dreaming—about you, a kind and gentle soul with an enigmatic aura shrouded with alluring mystery all at once.

His nights were lonesome, but his dreams are filled with vibrancy with you, sprouting like flower on a chilled winter.

The day before Rindou went out, Ran is entirely decent, apart from his internal conflict. Ran kept moping until a moment of idea came to mind. Ran went up, until he earned a cough and a high-aching fever and a sore body from hanging out too much by the wide-range balcony beyond his bedroom. To think a cold wind and a warm daylight would bring him as a new distraction, failure befall upon him.

He wanted to make amends with you. He’d do anything to see you smile once again.

Days before he got sick, his research on the internet from the usage of his laptop is helpful and beyond complexity.

Rather, he’s astonished, immersed at the laptop screen.

Learning sign language. In Japanese, of course. When he was a child, Ran wanted to become a well-known celebrity. And being a well-known celebrity, with its status means having unlimited access to medical and daily affairs and materials with no problem—with fortune and famous, throwing money and well-made name to solve conflict is not an issue. Dreaming of having—hiring—a translator is one of them.

But, at one point, he noticed the pattern of his laziness, despite the his known reputation for the club and his status at the Roppongi’s high-end lifestyle. That is something to say he’s content the way it is. But not without your presence.

And so he practiced, for more than 2 hours, from learning in beginner’s mode, then slowly moving forward to the normal mode. He kept watching videos regarding on sign language. With a fresh mind, it’s easy for Ran. But now he’s sick, he has to tend to himself first.

Regardless of sickness, on a counting days before the battle with Tokyo Manji Gang, he yearned to get well. A little more hope would do the trick. Ran is so occupied, his realization hadn’t dawned upon him when he awoke the next day to find someone on the bed beside him.

You.

Pouted lips formed onto your sleeping visage, soft-angled brows crinkled and breathing relaxed.

If he were to scream, you’d fall from his bedside after his shocking reaction. But thankfully, nothing happened. His eyes taking it all in into your beauty, one thing he couldn’t deny.

You’re here in the flesh.

This wasn’t an illusion.

Or a dream within dreams.

This is real.

The bold and rich make up on your face weren’t smudged or stained onto his pillows and blanket.

Though he didn’t mind. Sheets and pillowcases are meant for washing, not decorating them until neglected. Unless if it’s permanently stained like red wine or pomegranate, it’s something that folks had to pay for him if they tend to stain it on purpose. But since it’s you, he wouldn’t demand or hurt you from scolding from his wrath that he was trying to hide from you. Up until now, he didn’t tell you he’s part of the gang—a new one, in fact.

So separating you—a part of his personal life—from Tenjiku would be best.

But he desired for you to be in his world. And him in yours.

He lay back on his bed beside you as his eyes were taking it all in from your sleeping figure. Before his hand could reach the blankets, he studied your stilled body, clad in nothing but the black dress and long evening gloves. Lines of your collar bone softly outlined as the soft arch on your neck is occupied by choker.

Breathtaking.

Normally, he’d compliment for the heck of it. He did it, so he could watch girls throw themselves at him, seeing their reactions amuses him. But when it comes to things that took him by surprise, he save compliments for anything special.

Make up or not, the memory of you never faded into his mind.

Gently, his hand roamed over to the side of your waist, lining it down with his gentle caress, along the soft and velvet material of your outfit choice, then trailing to your exposed skin.

Smooth and rejuvenated.

His eyes glanced over to your peaceful visage.

Angelic.

Upon Ran, a reddened shade summoned over his cheeks, recalling of the last dream he had dreamt, and vividly saw (y/n), naked and horny before his eyes.

As much as he wanted to touch you, he couldn’t bear the nature of playful boy get in the way; he didn’t want to put you in harm’s way. You appearing before him meant one thing: the opportunity has given him one last chance before it closes once more—locked forever.

Unsure, Ran let his grasp go from you, and yanked the blankets slowly. As the blanket reached near to his chest, he heard you whimpered in your sleep.

His heart stopped at the sound of your voice.

Trying to remain calm, Ran slept next to you, watching your shifted to a comfortable position as your mouth opened as if you’re talking. But no noise produced.

A little noise you made while stretching your arms up with your eyes closed made Ran’s heart skipped a beat. It was undeniably loud for his ears.

Prolonging his gaze, it’d be a terrible lie if he said that he wants to stop admiring you.

The frantic beat and motion within Ran dissipated, and yet, he wondered what you’re really reckoning, regarding towards himself. Whether it’d be good or bad, he’s ready.

Whether his hands to take a hold of you, he wanted to do so, but frightened he might lose one last chance.

Confession.

He has to be ready.

“(y/n),” he uttered, whispering as he felt his heart tightened. “You’re here.”

You’re really here.

His heart is jumping for joy yet terror, unknown of what the outcome is going to be if he keeps pressing onward. Going with the flow is the main option.

Your eyes fluttered open, your lips stretched to a wide yawn, arms high up, bones crackling. Eyes still closed as you sat up at the bed frame before opening them, seeing Ran watching her, his movement numbed with anxiety, yet a thrill spread—mingled.

Ran, you thought.

As your mouth opened and your limbs relaxed, Ran tackled you into a lock-tight hug.

His nose sniffed into your fresh-cut hairstyle you’ve adapted to. But his heart wrenched, the tears in his terrorized eyes dispersed into a one leap of relief. He hasn’t been relief this long since Rindou gotten himself injured or in danger.

With his alarming senses controlling, Ran doesn’t know what to do next. Hands shaken as he clutched you. He didn’t want to let go. Not this time.

He wanted to make things right.

He had to see your face.

Pulling himself back, there were tears in your eyes as you met his. This mystical feeling, it all spiraled into madness.

Ran watched you grabbing your new phone and typed and sent the message, then you unblocked him and changed his name back from “Roppongi’s Douchebag” to “Handsome Giant 💜” again.

Ran’s phone buzzed in his pocket and took it out, reading it.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back. :)”

“Where are you going,” he replied on the text.

“Secret.”

Then you rushed, off to God knows where. Ran obliged, despite being curious. While waiting for you to be back, Ran turned on the music, classical music, which it has been a while since his music is frequently loud and energetic. He went for a hot shower, first, then dried himself up with new fresh-laundry clothes. His complexion relaxed compare to the days before, as he did steps to his usual self-care on his skin, lips and teeth. He stayed for a while until his nostrils caught a scent of breakfast meal, closer than in the kitchen.

Entering the kitchen, he saw you blowing the hot steam off of the ramen you cooked on the cooking pot. But it wasn’t the only thing he had for breakfast. There’s french toast with melted butter and syrup with tall mug of cold water and chocolate with marshmallows.

Remembering your hearing disability, he flicked the kitchen lights off and on to get your attention. Your head snapped to meet his eyes.

The rapid rate in his heart pounded and endless.

You approached him a smile and a note in your hand, distributing towards him, and watched him read your note.

Come on. Let’s eat.

Shortly, you and Ran ate the ramen. It was delicious, better than the ones he tasted in the restaurant. Ran guessed that the food is better if its homemade. Then drinking the chocolate drink you made, Ran instantly fell in love, and thanked you.

After putting the plates away, you and Ran cleaned the dishes, then went back inside the room. By then you handed him papers in your hand.

I hope you don’t mind me making tons and tons of breakfast meals since it looks like you haven’t eaten anything properly for days, and I’m aware that you’ve been ill, as well. I made you ramen so that the system in your body would flush out its excess. I hope you don’t mind me being here. Rindou isn’t here. He hasn’t been here since last night, told me to do what I like in the apartment, so, I came into your room. I’m sorry I misunderstood you. I’m just afraid that I’ll get in your way. You’re a handsome man, and ladies are lining up left and right for you, I knew I couldn’t stand a chance—that’s why I didn’t bother myself to text you or see you. I was only keeping an arm’s length because you’re too good for me. And when we played the two truths and a lie, when you said that you have your eyes and heart set on someone, I know it’s going to sting—didn’t contact you because I’m not the ideal type for you. But it hurt even more when I saw you and the girl—Rindou already filled me in with your side of the story. That girl shouldn’t have used you as a rebound. Even though I have a hearing disability, I still want to make meaningful memories and accomplishments, so I wouldn’t be a burden, and that I’m more than just a person who is incapable based on my disability. There are times where I see you in my dreams, it felt real, but the reality of dreams just as hurt me as much as it hurts me during awake. I want to know what your voice sounds like, emotions and music—everything. That is my first wish ever since I was born. I want you to know that my heart and mind aches for you, whether awake or sleep; I’m no good at communication, but I’d like to remedy it, for the times we wasted for months, for months that I avoided you. I just want you to know that I love you. And I still do.

Ran looked up from the long letters you gave him, and met your eyes.

But without given his thoughts out, you pulled him into an embrace. Not a word exchange.

Ran then pulled himself away to gaze at your tearful expression. His thumb swiped your tears—and thankfully you’re able to read his lips—still gazing at you with a sad smile.

“I’m not a good person, (y/n), what I am and what I’ve been doing were no good. It wasn’t a lie when I said that I love you since the moment we met. I wanted to get to know you and see you. I fear every time you didn’t come, I knew something was wrong. So I tried to be careful, to not hurt you. I learned sign language, so you don’t feel isolated. In my dreams, I see you, too. When you turned away from me, I knew that I wanted to make things right with you. You don’t have to wait for a miracle, (y/n), I’m here to rescue you, in hopes for you to be excited for everything in life, and I can show you all the things you desire. I can protect you and care for you, even when you don’t ask. I don’t want you to be lonely anymore. I still love you, then, and I still love you now. I’ll be the sound of your life. You’re the miracle of my life, (y/n).”

Tears couldn’t stop in your eyes. And Ran kept wiping them, cooing you, knowing that whispering sweet words to you meant nothing—your hearing disability has deprived you from everything. But with Ran, it seems like everything is possible, that every doors are open for you. After wandering into the dark, the light became brighter and warmer.

His hand snaked at the back of your head. His back bent forward, tips of his nose tapped to yours, as his violet eyes brightened, thanks to your sudden appearance.

“I love you, (y/n).” He kissed your forehead, then your eyelids, then the nose and cheeks. He stopped for a moment to ask, “can I kiss you?”

Before he could wait for your answer, you pulled him in, then your hands moved and entangled behind his neck, with your little hums, he’s awestruck.

Where does your boldness come from?

His hands rested on your waist, holding you.

Do you like me like this? Ran, you only say your confession because you love me looking like this.

Ran’s brows furrowed, pausing. “What’s wrong, my little goddess?”

You typed down your message onto your phone, sending it to him?

With his hand on your waist, he checked your message.

Do you like me like this? Is that why you easily confessed your love to me?

With his phone put a quick shove into his pocket, he embraced you again, then looking into your eyes. “No, I don’t love you because you look like this. I love you when you’re being as your true self. I knew that there’s something special about you,” he answered. “Self-conscious or not, I’m still amazed by you. I’m not going to lie if I said you don’t look beautiful. I hope one day, you can see the way I love you—inside and out. Don’t listen to your doubts, I’ll be here, now and always.”

Your smile slowly curved wider.

Cute.

“Tell me, my little goddess, what do you want to do to gain your trust?”

“Be yourself,” you messaged. “I want to see your charm and playful side of yourself. Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

“I don’t want to hurt you or make you cry,” Ran said.

“I trust you,” you signed.

“I’ll be as myself,” Ran signed. “Something you’ll see. I hope you see the best side of me, not my worst.”

Your eyes widened at the attempted sign language Ran did, your heart melted at his effort.

“Even at your worst, I still love you,” you replied.

He kissed your cheek lovingly.

“Tell me, little lady, since you’re here at my kingdom, what do you want to do first?” He kept kissing you at every chance he gets after the deprived and absences of your touch.

Being able to somewhat read his words—which you thought it’s a sign of miracle.

You messaged on the phone with a smirk on your face.

Ran took it out, and his phone nearly slipped from his hands when the screen read:

I want you to fuck me.

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[timotey]

Ficlet: Hey, Brother

The Sign. Yai & Tharn. Future fic. Unbeta'd.

He knows better than to ignore a plea like this.

(I took a scene from the book and rewrote it to fit the drama, how I wish it would go. But since I don't think they will use this plot point... a fic!)

***

They got them!

They got them and they’re almost at their cars and Yai cannot wait to tell Tharn that they caught the guy who had his parents killed, Montri and his whole gang. He knows that Phaya and Tharn are in the woods around here somewhere, they got separated at one point and the two of them went their own way, and he knows that Tharn will be disappointed that he wasn’t there to arrest the guy personally but Yai did it for him and he really can’t wait to see Tharn’s face when–

It happens unexpectedly, catching him completely off guard.

Yai is just reaching for the car door when he feels a stabbing pain in his head, right behind his right eye, and then a strange numbness that fills him and makes everything go away. It feels like being enveloped in a bubble and then, suddenly, he’s somewhere else, back at the art exhibition and–

Phaya, smiling, laughing, in the circle of his family and friends.

Yai and Tharn at the window, looking out at him, talking.

“If you’re afraid for his safety, I’ll help you protect him.”

“I’ll help you protect him.”

“Protect him.”

“Protect… him…”

"Protect him, Yai."

Yai’s knees buckle and he almost throws up his breakfast and yesterday’s dinner too, just for good measure. Then it’s over, whatever it was, he’s back in the woods and everything is back to normal, he just feels… empty. Hollowed out. As if something that was there just a moment ago were gone now. It’s a horrible feeling, like being incomplete.

Shit.

He knows about Tharn’s visions, how they usually feel to him - he asked and Tharn told him - so he knows better than to ignore this, a warning like this… a plea like this.

Pulling out his cellphone, he dials up Tharn’s number.

“The number you’re calling–”

“Shit,” Yai snaps, drawing everyone’s attention. “Shit, shit, shit, fuck!”

The next best thing: Phaya. The phone keeps ringing.

“Yai?” Khem asks, closing the car door softly and coming closer, the others at his heels.

Yai raises his hand, asking him to wait. “Come on, come on, come on!”

The call connects.

“Phaya?” Yai blurts out urgently. “Is Tharn there with you? Please, tell me he’s with you! I just had the weirdest thing happen to me and–”

“He’s gone,” Phaya cuts in very quietly.

Yai freezes, his face turning pale. “What…?” he whispers.

“That bastard took him, Yai!” Phaya says, voice full of fury and pain and despair, brittle and breaking at the end. “He just took him away. I promised Tharn I wouldn’t let it happen, that I wouldn’t let that fucking lizard get his hands on him, I promised I would protect him… and I failed, Yai. I failed him.”

Yai sucks in a harsh breath. “Alright, calm down. Tell me what’s going on. What happened? Who took Tharn?”

But it’s like Phaya isn’t listening, he still keeps talking as if Yai didn’t say a word. “But I’ll find him, I swear. Even if I have to rip the world open to get to him, I will. He won’t keep Tharn away from me, not as long as I’m breathing!”

And then the phone falls silent. Phaya hanged up.

“Fuck!” Yai yells, dialing Phaya’s number again but this time, it just keeps ringing and ringing.

“Yai? What’s going on?” Thongtai asks anxiously, he and the others in a circle around Yai, looking worried.

“Dammit!” Yai hangs up. “Sing, can you trace Phaya’s call? If so, then do it. Someone took Tharn and Phaya’s livid. We need to find them, now!”

Then Yai turns to the commander of the SWAT team that helped them catch Montri and his goons. Montri… suddenly the guy doesn’t matter at all. “Take them,” he points with his thumb at their prisoners, “back to Captain Assawawaisoon. Tell him we’re going back into the woods. Someone took one of ours!”

His team nods grimly, reloading their guns and getting ready to head back out. And Yai...

With his heart in his throat, Yai thinks, Dammit, Tharn. Brother, where are you?!

[unsleepingtales]

The one gift daylight savings has given me is that for one week, burrow’s end comes out at 11 pm instead of midnight. Onwards!

Ooh what’s the group name gonna be

(tense yet whimsical music)

Spectacular

Ooh yay puppet show again

God they’re so creepy

OOOOOOH it’s so good it’s so good

AVA

Her charisma is SO low 😭

BABE why would you say that

Brennan and Siobhan my HEART that was beautiful

Beautifully done

Oh they’re all so insane <3

Brennan is so good at cutting right to the core of Daughter Experiences

The worldbuilding here is incredible Aabria I am in awe

Girl I saw you almost say weapons 👀

This is so fucking funny

Human remains??

Oh the rehearsed propaganda is so much

(Erika lets loose a savage battle cry)

The new yorker analogy <3

They’re all so In It

GIRL

W h a t

Babe that’s radiation poisoning

REAL

You JUST met clothes

Aabria & twins that are impossible to tell apart 2 for 2

Them <3

He’s so good at this actually

Rogues ftwwwww

I’m so excited to see how Izzy handles Arcane Trickster things bc I will be taking notes

Oh these children are going to have to go to school

I’ve never seen anything 💀

Such a ten year old asshole moment <3

That little smug flipping off

She just has an aneurysm or something

So it is some version of human language

SO GOOD SO COOL

But also how have none of them noticed the thing on the back of their clipboards

Biting the walls rn.

Couples that game together destroy erasers together <3

Saving throw??

Oh ok she’s Actually having a thing

“This is a safe space-” “Deception Check!!” The immediate cutoff 💀

What’s the point of me anymore 😭😭

OH LORD

Why I oughttaaa

Tonic immobility! Neat!

Parenting!

I too hold my collarbone when I get nervous

Oh Tula’s gonna love that…

He was so sure he wanted to keep the kids with him for the day and so quickly regretted that

They’re so good!!

Bryan Cranston

Thank you Brennan for highlighting that joke

Love the split screen moment

Girl

OK IM GLAD ITS NOT JUST ME WHO THINKS THE BRITISH GRADING SYSTEM IS BIZARRE I’m currently studying here and the idea that I could get a 50 on the essay I turned in yesterday and that would be a pretty good mark is batshit to me

Also how are we up to #42? Will there be a complete list somewhere at the end of the season?

Oh god Tula’s so real for that

The immediate emotional and physical crash after prolonged stress once there’s safety

They’ve immediately started calling it population control instead of population support lmao

You’ve been here less than a day you can chill a Bit

In neverafter we were on the road to shoeberg, now we’re on the road to hats :)

Erika has SO many werthers

The tonal shift from Tula talking to her family to Tula talking in a diplomatic sense is fascinating

Ohohohohoh girl

Babe

That’s a teenager

Sweetheart

What is Brennan planning why am I nervous

That is so not how that works

Honey oh god

Memory check <3

Oh Erika handled that so well

Why is D20 dealing so much with grief rn. I didn’t need this.

(I did need this I didn’t want it I know that’s the point but god)

I love character choices

What is happening

YES rocky horror ref and YES Brennan’s Tim Curry impression

Oh god the new student anxiety is so real

Oh ok it straight up is real world radiation I thought maybe it would be like. Fictional parallel or allegory situation but nope straight up this is nuclear radiation

My name is Normal Size Jaysohn and my sister can read

The most sidekick-y kid 😭 PLEASE

Siobhan <3

Bi jaysohn

They’re teenagers now and it SHOWS

When’re the bnei mitzvot?

I love our little fourth wall stunts

Siobhan looks so cool like legitimately I know she’s doing a bit as a student trying to look cool but she looks great

Aabria and her consequences <3

What the fuck is happening

What

Why have they started a GANG

Ok well at least he not congested anymore

Never mind

He grows up and becomes one of those guys always chewing tobacco but it’s mint

Troubling. This is incredibly troubling.

Jaysohn-

Siobhan has had her leg up this whole time <3

Thorn 😭

Jesus Christ

Aaaand the party’s back together :)

Help her out here man

She’s so seventeen years old

Keep it together-

Oh god

AVA

She’s so eldest daughter

We gotta get through the series.

BARBARA STOATSAND

Oh yeah because leaving the kids with Thorn went so incredibly well an hour ago

The emotional manipulation involved in every aspect of this

Checkitoutcheckitoutcheckitout

Real tears at the table 💜

What a rollercoaster

Plus NINETEEN

Avaaaa

BOX OF DOOM MY FRIEND

Brennan and Siobhan sitting next to each other is so fun

HELL YEAH BABE

Chill this is all chill

WHAT

He’s unfairly good looking

This is so cool Aabria oh my god

What the fuck man

YEAH NO SHIT

Horrifying. Truly? Legitimately? Horrifying.

Well maybe they know something about the blue

I don’t think anyone ever hid that from you? Maybe I’m having trouble distinguishing in game vs above game conversation but I thought that had already been brought up

Ok so they did already know this. Glad I’m not losing it

Oh shit

Clover. Like the crushed clover from the story. God.

Good for her getting the breakdown and rant she deserves

The tears at the table today

Oh that one hurt coming out huh

Terrifying! Good god!

Augh

A lie oh god oh fuck

WHAT

ARE YOU KIDDING ME

Oh the theater kid energy is palpable

hell.

next week looks insane oh god.

ANYWAY this was fun see you next week I guess <3

[dragonmuse]

Absolutely LOVE the new story!! It's so nice to see Stede's and Olu's POV, I didn't realize how much I missed Olu. I'm guessing we will see some in this story, but could we see Olu and Alma hanging out? Maybe when she was younger and would hang out at the bar when she's in the city?

(yay, thank you! You may certainly have some young Alma and Oluwande!)

“What’s up, baby bat?” Oluwande asked as Alma flopped down into Ethel’s empty makeup chair. 

“I’m bored,” she informed him as if this was the very worst thing in the world that could’ve happened.  “I want to go home, but Dad and Eddy are talking and they keep saying five more minutes and it’s been like an hour.” 

“Yeah, I think all good tiny people are supposed to be in bed,” he considered. “It’s like 2 AM.” 

“I’m not tiny. Or a baby,” she stuck out her bottom lip. “I’m thirteen.” 

“Right, my mistake,” he nodded, wiping off the last pits of his makeup. “Want to help me clean this place up?” 

Alma looked in despair around the changing room. “Did you make the mess?” 

“Little bit of it. But we just take turns going through every few weeks. John did it last time, Frenchie time before that. I’m probably due. It’s not as bad as it looks.” 

“Good,” she wrinkled her nose. “Cause it looks really bad.”

“We’re just going to go through, pick up clothes and if it’s got a label, it gets tossed on their chair. No label, let me get an eye on it. It’s usually easy to tell who belongs to what. If we don’t know it, it goes in the box by the door.” 

“Yeah, okay,” she sighed and went to go start in Leda’s corner where there was little in the way in clothes and a lot in the way of rhinestones. “What do I do with these?” 

“Toss ‘em.” 

“Can I keep them?” 

“Knock yourself out.” 

“What’s this?” Alma held up a squishy yellow object. 

“That’s a hip pad. We cut ‘em out of couch cushion foam. That one looks like it’s Frenchie’s size, toss it on her chair.” 

“Okay.” 

It was actually useful to have a smaller person around. Alma got under all the vanities for what might be the first time in literal years. She found an earring Oluwande was sure he’d lost for good, an entire set of the Kraken’s press ons, innumerable bobby pins, and a roll of duct tape.

“What’s this for?” 

“...ask your parents,” Oluwande took it from her. “Better yet, just google it in say...five or six years.” 

“Whatever,” she wrinkled her nose. “I probably don’t want to know.” 

“Probably not. Okay, so that piece is done. Let’s take a step back and see what the next thing to do is. The key is to break it down into steps so you don’t get overwhelmed.”

It took a half hour or so to square the room away enough that Oluwande felt good about abdicating responsibility again for a few months. Alma even vacuumed and looked pleased when he praised her for it, even if she’d missed a few spots. 

When they headed back out to the bar, Stede and Eddy were still in deep conversation with several people. Oluwande walked up and Eddy caught his eye, grimacing. 

“Listen,” she whispered. “There was some petition going around that’s got everyone in the neighborhood nervous. It’s probably nothing, but Stede wants to hash it out with the club owners from next store tonight, so we’re on the same page. Can you walk Alma home? The sitter is there with Charlie, probably both sleeping though.  Sorry to even ask.” 

“No, I heard that too,” he sighed. It was a nuisance thing, but he got why it made Stede jumpy. Oluwande didn’t like it either when the morality gang showed up to raise their particular brand of hell. “Where’s Jim?” 

“Knocking on doors of all the other late night businesses. Just to let them know we’re going to meet in the next week or so. Pre-game. We’ll want you there for the actual meeting. You’re better at getting people to listen to you than either of us.  I’ll read you in. Ok?” 

“Got it. Keys?”  

Eddy tossed the them to him and Oluwande shoved them in his pocket. 

“Let’s get you in bed,” he said to Alma, who in a remarkable moment, didn’t protest. 

“Okay.” 

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Stede stopped for a moment, bending down to hug her. “We’ll all go out for a long brunch tomorrow, all right?” 

“Kay,” she said into his stomach. “Night, Dad.” 

“Good night, Alma.” 

They walked together into the night. She had a little leather jacket, pulled over her dress and her purple docs. Oluwande remembered being that age, an unsure cocktail of newly pumping hormones, caught halfway from child to teenager.  There was a bow tied at the end of her braid. 

“You do that?” He asked flicking the ribbon so her braid swayed a little. 

“Eddy put it in,” she said, pleased. “She has a lot of ribbon.” 

“Yeah, I think she’s doing a whole dress thing. It’s a Roach idea.” 

“Do you make your own dresses?” 

“Nope. I leave that to the dream team. I do my own wigs though and I style theirs in exchange sometimes. It evens out.” 

“How do you style a wig?” 

“You want the whole class?” he glanced at her with as mile. “Because I charge for that.” 

“No,” she huffed. “Just curious.” 

“It’s a lot like real hair in some ways. Just things you have to be careful of. Different products sometimes. The hard part with drag queen wigs is that they need a lot of volume, so you usually wind up making them out of a lot of different wigs. It’s a process.” 

“Why do they have to be big?” 

So he spent the rest of the walk telling her about proportion. If it was a different kid, he wouldn’t have bothered, but Alma always listened with birdlike intent and seemed to retain everything. She asked questions and fired off a random, 

“Victorian people kept the hair if their dead family and made it into jewelry.”  

“Oh fuck, why?” he groaned. 

“I don’t know, I think it’s nice,” she said dreamily. “Like keeping a bit of them with you.” 

“I think I’ll stick to photos, but thanks for that image.” 

When they got there, Alma took the keys from him to open the door and then dropped them on the spindly table by the door. She sat and worked off her boots. Oluwande hovered, uncomfortable with just leaving her there. 

“It’s okay, see,” she got up and pointed to the sofa where someone was sleeping under a blanket. “That’s Marisa. She’s okay. Dad says it’s okay for her to nap as long as Charlie can wake her up if he needs something.” 

“Okay, you need anything before I leave you though?” 

Alma hesitated, and then shook her head. “It’s okay.” 

“Hey, how about a last snack before bed?” he said nonchalantly. “I know I could eat and your Dad and Eddy are snack hoarders.” 

“Do you like macaroons?” 

“You know it.” 

They were quiet, pouring glasses of milk and eating fancy little cookies without turning on the overhead lights. Oluwande was glad he stayed, when Alma went on telling him about Victoiran mourning jewelry, clearly relieved for the company. When she started yawning again though, he gestured her towards her room. 

“I’ll text your Dad. Want me to set the security alarm on my way out?” 

“Yeah, okay,” she shrugged, but her face said ‘Yes. Please.’ 

Stede had never changed the passcode from the early days of living here when Oluwande crashed on the couch. He wondered how Eddy let him get away with that as he armed the thing and walked back out into the night. 

The streets were still busy, even at the late hour. It was a summer Saturday, rich with potential vices and delights. Oluwande avoided a few drunks and watched the neon lights sparkle in puddles from last night’s rainstorm. It was it’s own kind of lullaby and by the time he got back to the bar, he was yawning. 

“Hey,” Jim swung out from the still clustered group. “Want to go?” 

“Yeah, but-” 

“It’s cool. They’re going in circles. Eddy said she’d call you tomorrow.” 

“Sure?” 

“Mhm. Let’s just go.” 

That was probably smart. If they said good night, they’d get sucked into the conversation. The alley door was propped so they went out the back. 

“Walk?” He asked. 

“Yeah,” Jim nodded. “Nice enough.” 

They made it a few blocks before Oluwande offered to them, 

“Want to know what I learned tonight?” 

“That you’re a soft mark for babysitting?” 

“Haha. I don’t have to tell you.” 

“But you want to,” Jim smiled. “So you will.” 

“...okay so apparently people made jewlery out of hair.” 

“Gross!” Jim grinned at him. “Why?” 

“That’s what I asked!” 

He caught them up on all of Alma’s factoids as they walked. 

And maybe, several years later, there would come a day when Alma would stand at the door to her bedroom with a contractor bag and her mother saying, 

“I told you this day would come!” 

And she would close her eyes, take a deep breath and say to herself, “Just break it into small steps.” 

Bit by bit, the dragon hoard that had been her childhood bedroom would yield itself to her persuasion. She texted Oluwande a picture when she was done. 

Alma: voila. 

Oluwane: good job. 

Alma: thanks. Like a lot. I was freaking out. 

Oluwande: You had it. You’ll have all of it. 

[a-mag-a-day]

MAG 89 - folding laundry

Oh yeah, prickly Jon is back! I love how he talks to Jude here right at the start of the episode.

What kind of jacket/coat do you think Jon was wearing - go! (I have a black and white, kitty-themed lolita style winter coat, with paws, a bell and cat ears! I like to imagine it's something like this! I think Georgie totally would wear a kitty coat!)

JUDE "Suppose it’s not really me, is it? Would you rather be a really stupid piece of firewood?" - First the lamb at the Butcher shop metaphor, now this. Jude is openly telling Jon she intends to hurt/possibly kill him. (And Jon's not having it xD)

This annoyed-teen voice really fits the character! But I hate it when people talk like that ^^''

JON "I’m sure the Forestry Commission were mortified. Why?" JUDE "… Stop that! And it was because Nikola Orsinov asked us to." - With Daisy in MAG 61 it was easy to miss but now it is very clearly visible Jon's doing something to people when he asks them…

JON "I have a god too, right?" JUDE "Is that another joke?" JON "N-No, I… I’m new to this. Everyone keeps calling me ‘Archivist”, like I’m special, and that… that I serve the Eye. Trying to kill me for it." - Oh god, I know, Jon has no one to ask about this stuff, but Jude really is not a good person for that job… He's like the new kid in a school and accidentally runs into one of the bullies and it will just end in Jon being shoved into his locker… (oh no, wait, that would be Breekon & Hope's thing xD Ok, let's say he gets his lunch money beat out of him by Jude?)

JUDE "Oh please, your god is nothing! The Eye, Beholding, Ceaseless Watcher, whatever you call it, that’s all it does, it watches and knows, sitting bulbous and comfortable in the ignorance of infinite knowledge." - I think it's satisfying that in the end the Eye gets to rule the apocalypse. Just you wait, Jude, and you'll see what "just watching" can do to you.

Uh, another of the Smirke'ian names gets revealed.

When talking about Elias killing Gertrude and doing everyone a favor with this and Elias clearly wanting Jon alive I think about how funny it is, that all the avatars act like they're this cool kids club, even if in different gangs, some closer, some not so much.

JON "So… so tell me the story of why you wanted Gertrude – AH – AAH!" [SOUND OF SIZZLING] JUDE "Try to compel me again, and I’ll burn it out your mouth." - Now she even openly says that Jon somehow compels her.

JON "Fine. Fine! Keep your damn secrets." - OMG, isn't there that Frodo-keep-your-secrets-meme of this episode somewhere??

JON "Recorded direct from subject, April 24th, 2017." - It's been more than 2 months since Leitner's death!

JUDE "But as I touched her face, she remained still, and instead my hand sank into it like softened candle wax." / "I probably don’t need to describe how much it hurt. It would be a long time before I was able to use the hand again." - Basically what awaits Jon in about 10 minutes.

You know what I also don't like about Jude (and this is, like the tone in her voice, just personal preference)? I HATE when people talk like that about god or gods or whatever! I mentioned this before, that I don't like cult structures in stories and rambling almost deliriously about their fascination. Reminded me very much of The Silt Verses here. (This is also probably the reason, why I can't get into TSV…)

JUDE "And so I ended it. For all the agony and pain on Gretchen’s face, she didn’t seem surprised when I doused myself in kerosene and set it alight." - Crossing over into full avatar-hood, choosing literal death.

JUDE "You have your god, as I have mine. Feed it, fearlessly and without hesitation, or it will feed on you." - This was actually a very helpful and practical information.

Lol, I love when stories can makes jokes about themselves XD Michael, which one??

Yay, I remembered to turn the volume down at the end. I remember listen to this putting away laundry and suddenly Jon screams into my ear…

As someone who thinks Jon deserves all of the cat-themed clothing I love picturing him in a coat like that.

For all Jude’s… horribleness she did give him some very useful advice, yeah.

I always have to turn the volume down at the end of this episode too, it’s so loud!

[for-dramas-sake]

The Starry Love ep 25, 26 thoughts

YOUQIN IS BACK. I don't need to say anything else...JUST KIDDING.

Fair warning though: Most of this LONG post is fawning over Youqin. Don't say I didn't warn you.

The beginning of ep 25 made me so tense. Girl, just tell them before things escalate--too late.

Gotta hand it to Qingheng. He knows how to end things with a bang! (evil smile) I love this.

MY EMOTIONS! This is the beginning of the end of the soul shard arc and I'm conflicted. I love these 3 and my heart breaks when they learn the truth. But then Youqin is going to come back. Let's get through these tears, guys! (reaches for a tissue)

Chaofeng and Qingkui really should just run away and start a family away from the Void realm. They could have the happy ending they freaking need. I can see that happening! Let's make it reality. P.s. Bring Haichou

Every time that guy with a moustache shows up: Aren't you supposed to be dead? Was that explained earlier?

The two baby-faced Immortals show up and this their backup? No. The true backup is the soul shards! 3 men protecting their woman? That's romantic.

Once again Youqin is doing a selfless sacrifice: his soul shards give up themselves for her. This getting to be a very bad habit!

Youqin is coming back!!!!!!! My Immortal Turtle! He's got the same deadpan expression and he's still powerful. Phew!

Dingyun just died? I didn't expect that moment of sacrifice from someone like him.

I am legit, no lie, crying. Those 3 saying goodbye breaks my heart. Excuse me a moment while I sob in the corner.

Yay…Youqin has no emotions! The Immortal Realm will be rejoicing tonight. Bring out the wine.

Between you and me, the turtle DEFINITELY has his emotions and he's in love with her. Those eyes don't lie. And Yetan is in love with him no doubt.

I never liked the Immortal Emperor. It was his constant constipation face that irked me and that fact that he's willing to throw his son to the Guixu because "he's earned it".

I knew he remembered everything, and he knows Yetan's true identity. I'm just an emotional mess right now!

Admittedly I put off any attachment to Chaofeng and Qingkui because Youqin was coming back, but now that he is back, I can say: the Void couple are super cute. I wish them happiness no matter short it is.

Short complaint: Heavenly/Immortal clothes are boring as hell. It's just pastels and various shades of white. They do this all the time with fantasy dramas. (shakes head) Come on, let's do something different. But this clothes-changing-scene is adorable. Poor dragonfly guy, he can never win.

(gasps) The hugs! My heart is rollercoaster: first, the tears now the heart palpitations from the adorableness radiating off the Immortal couple! And he's Immortal Turtle, but out his shell. (I will keep this analogy up for as long as I darn well, please. And yes, I wish I could have thought of turtle references for Foxy and Greed, but I couldn't.)

It's going to be impossible for our lovebirds to keep their dates a secret. Youqin is doing a terrible job at keeping his emotions in check, now that he has them. And Yetan has literally never been doted on, so you know she loves this.

I totally see the 3 shards in the new Youqin. He's a mixture of all 3 and still has some traces of the old turtle. Again, Chen Xingxu does a phenomenal job playing so many different characters.

The Void Queen is going after Chaofeng and the Void gang. Haichou is trying to do the right thing by keeping all news from his friend, but Chaofeng is still the little schemer. I bet he'll sneak out and draw the army away from Qingkui or something like that.

Here are the links to my thoughts on previous episodes:

23, 24 / 21, 22 / 19, 20 / 17,18 / 15,16 / 13,14 / 11, 12 / 9, 10 / 7, 8 / 5, 6 / 3, 4 / 1, 2

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Uhhhh ohhhhh hi Carlos ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

I knew you were going to buy I still don't like the look of where you are xdd

Please say it's TK please say it's TK

YAYYY TK :'DD

Aww yay a 'babe' :'))

We need that xdd

But ayy Carlos'll tell him where he's going :D phew that's good lol

WAIT WHAT

CARLOS

NO

STOP THAT

WHAT ARE YOU DOING

NO

Awww Carlos :'(((

Carlosss stopppp 😭😭😭💔💔❤️

I mean at least it's not very thinly veiled I don't want to come home like yeah staying with Iris would be a good idea xd

SO HOW BOUT YOU DO THAT CARLOS

I mean I want this guy found but xdd

Although TK may think it's a thinly veiled so don't want to come home :'((( TK please don't think that 😭😭😭💔❤️

Carlossss :'((

Awww </3333 but still hearts kinda xdd

AWWWW AAHHHHHH 😭😭😭 WE GOT AN I LOVE YOU

We need that so badly 😭😭😭 xdd

Carlos please say it back I need it okay xdd you can't go missing and not say it 😭😭😭

At this point I've acknowledged it and I'm just trying to prepare XDD this is like a day your goodbyes moment from me to Carlos lol

😭😭😭 OKAY PHEW HE DID 😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Y'all 😭😭 :'((

WAIT

A

A H

A W W W W W THE GANG IS HERE 😭😭😭😭😭 DDDDDD':

Y'ALL S T O P I DO NOT DESERVE THIS 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

TKKKKKKK S T O P P P P HE LOOKS SO SAD 😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔❤️❤️❤️❤️💔💔

Yall I literally can't this is illegal how dare they 😭😭

It was bad enough with just TK 😭😭 xd

:'(((

This is torture xd

Crimes are being committed rn lol

[hoxooster]

Yooo AU person is back!! I have a new idea (so let’s ignore the old one for now)

Wolf but his kids are now grown up and they find out that [whatever the mom told them] (because she must know our man snapped right?) isn’t true and they go to the US trying to find him.

As you’re literally GOD when it comes to the characters, so please help me how wolf would react to his now grown up children standing in front of him. Maybe not demanding answers, but at least an apology? (The rest is just brainstorming I don’t know)

And either said kid is super mad at wolf for leaving his family on the street or maybe wolf is just like “eh sry kid I don’t really care” OR wolfie realizes he wants to go back but can’t because he doesn’t want to endanger his family (or is he too sick for that thought to even cross his mind?). He can’t even give them money because that makes them accomplices to his shit :’)

FBI can’t be of much help either, right? Because according to the files they don’t have a name on him.

Yeah my angst fingers are itching to write something. How much would he even remember? It’s been god knows how many years (has to happen while the gang is still together right? Because after that he is underground?) So it’s been like 7 years. And i don’t want said kid to run away from home, so they have to be at least 18 in 2018 to travel on their own and get visas and stuff. Let’s say they were born in uh.. 1998. So they were 13 when he left, if it was in 2011.

Because he has to remember them, right? Or is he too sick?

YAY let’s start with that cheers for now o/ (I will be back lmfao)

Okay, I'mona level with you: Wolf's kids knew what was going on--maybe not fully, but they still knew that something was horribly wrong. Wolf skewed pretty rapidly into psychopathy as a result of losing everything financially. In-canon, he is described as 'starting his life of crime by acting like characters from films' after his company crumbled out from under him and his family became homeless. Think of the 2005 movie "Fun with Dick and Jane", but Wolf's wife didn't join him in his robbing spree. He was trying to care for his family, but in the process became a delusional mess that was trying to 'screw the system that screwed him' while having most likely horrific mood swings. You can't just not be aware of that. I, personally, don't think that he was ever violent towards his family, but I imagine that he scared the shit out of them by screaming and breaking things during his rages. Him committing crimes didn't help, either.

His wife left him to protect her children and herself, and she shouldn't be judged for this. (My own father is a narcissist and a psychopath, so trust me when I say that I 100% understand the necessity of walking away.)

It was also probably done as amicably as it could be, but it still pushed him further into his current lifestyle. We know from Prison Nightmare that Wolf questions his decisions, as the voice line that you can sometimes hear when you play as him is "What are you doing?" spoken in Swedish. We also know from some of his normal voice lines that who he was before his life of crime isn't 'gone'. I find his "Let's get this over with" mask-up line to be very telling, because he's a nervous wreck of a man who happens to have a berserk button. He goes into jobs with a certain mindset to be able to do them, but triggers are what make him outright feral. Like when he drilled into the Bulldozer's eye. Being shot in the chest set him off and having to fight for his life cemented it, and so he acted cruelly and got a sadistic thrill out of killing the 'Dozer in the way that he did.

So, if you want to go with his kids not knowing about him running jobs while he was still with them, you can totally go for the, "Fuck you, dad. Why did you abandon us?" side of things. If you do have them know, then you can come at it with the, "You're a monster." angle. But, I dunno why'd they even want to be around him in that case. (I, personally, hate my father in my own ways and I want nothing to do with him. I was actually deathly afraid as a child that we would accidentally run into him, 'cause we moved around a lot.)

As for him remembering, he remembers his family perfectly well, he just chooses not to talk about it with the Crew. Wolf's a very private guy in-canon, and he can be standoffish when pressed on certain things. So, while he wouldn't actually not care, he would push them away. He's not safe and he knows that. He's not leaving this life--nothing will get him to stop. Not even family. And the law and Murkies wouldn't stop chasing him even if he did, so why bother?

Better that his kids think that he's a deadbeat or a monster, 'cause he is both of those things, and he knows it.

[radiantmocha]

So, now that the Pico update is here (Go Pico, yeah yeah, go Pico, yeah!), I am stunned and amazed by the amount of effort the devs put in for the update. I mean, full on remixes? Count me in! Also, we’re gonna get 9 playable characters apparently, so…yay.

Anyways, I remembered back in a post by ninjamuffin, saying that alongside Pico, Tankman, Cassette Girl and Hank J Wimbleton are coming. He did say the list has changed since then, (Cassette Girl controversy) but now that I know this, I’m gonna make some changes to the characters in the Au and just for fun, also the characters that are mentioned above:

Monster: ‘Bloodmoon’ Malamar, basically this Malamar is akin to the Blood Moon Ursaluna and AZ’s Floette. A single Pokémon has gone through something so harrowing, that they permanently change in appearance and stats and abilities, how did this happen? I’m not sure.

Spirit:Lucas-Porygon Z hybrid, let’s say that in a Platinum Timeline, Team Galactic was able to kill Lucas and Charon most likely made him into Porygon Z drone hybrid using his soul, so that they could have a loyal ally. However, Lucas was able to escape one day, wandering about aimlessly in the cyberspace. Until he stumbled upon a Dating Stimulator game that was sent through the FNF dimension via wormhole, and was picked up by a certain girl in the store…

Tankman: RocketSpe Red and Yellow. Basically in a what if timeline where the Dexholders worked with their respective evil teams. In this case, the Kanto and Johto holders worked with Team Rocket, the ones that are stranded in the FNF dimension are a couple of rocket grunts and 2 of the admins: Red and Yellow. Red is more or less the same as his original counterpart while Yellow is not the same as before. I’ll only say illegal experimentation mentally , I’ll leave it up to your interpretation of what happened to her. Red serves as the opponent in the first song, Yellow in the second and both sing the last song.

I’ll explain the others next time, but please tell me what you think!

That's super cool!!

I think Monster being a new form of Malamar is so fitting—that thing is so freaky as it is, it feels right at home taking Monster's place. I should know, my favorite episode of the XY anime is the one where it controls Jenny, Rocket, and the gang.

I like that you covered both the bases of Senpai and Spirit with Lucas and Porygon-Z. The idea of him being killed by Team Galactic and his soul being trapped inside a Pokemon, left to aimlessly walk the cyberspace until finally finding a new vessel is super neat to me.

I'm all for villain plots, characters, and just villains in general, so the protagonists becoming Rocket members REALLY makes me giddy. I love the switching between the two of them for the songs, eventually joining together like how Boyfriend and Girlfriend do in Week 7, or Mommy Mearest and Daddy Dearest in Week 5. As for Yellow, I'd like to think she was brainwashed using any means necessary. I'll... leave it at that. 🤭