#(those are not their everyday clothes please dont believe him)

[rockstvrdotcom]

Could I request some Yandere Jeff the killer nsfw headcanons? As long as ur comfortable with it of course 🫶

𝒀𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬! 𝑱𝑬𝑭𝑭 𝑺𝑭𝑾 + 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾𝑺 𝑯𝑪𝑺!

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please don't continue if ur uncomfy with any of the following! requests are open

TW/CW: female reader, non-con, stalking, panty stealing, yandere! jeff, voyeurism, knifeplay, stockholm syndrome, mutual masturbation (except you dont know jeff is there LMAO), jeff fucks you infront of this guy who whistled at you while hes bleeding to death

cute lil backstory to begin! 😍

- he became absolutely infatuated with you when he saw you taking a walk in the woods.

- his mission was to capture you, not sit on the branch of the highest tree in the forest and watch you walk. admiring the way your hips swayed with each step you took.

- you didn't know he was watching you. of course you didn't know he was watching you.

- he took notice that you took a walk in the woods everyday, ignoring slenders demands that he complete his missions. eventually, he followed you home.

SFW (kinda? idk)

- YANDERE JEFF! is extremely possesive, literally goes crazy over every man you flirt with. will most likely threaten or kill them.

- YANDERE JEFF! steals alot of your things when your out of the house. towels,, clothes, panties (especially), pillow cases, etc.

- once he brung you back to the mansion, you stayed chained to his bed. although he was supposed to bring you to slender, slender let him toy around with you. jeff tried to show his affection for you, but was ultimately met with the cold shoulder. rightfully so, since he literally kidnapped you.

- eventually, you began to grow dependent on him. he was the only one who 'protected' you from the other residents of the manor. he expected your love and affection in return for protection. eventually, you fell in "love" with him. he had finally gotten through to you, and he was overjoyed when you admitted it, promising to keep you safe and fuck up anyone who gets in the way of you and him.

NSFW BELOW

- YANDERE JEFF! loves to watch you sleep, especially when your just in a loose shirt and some panties. some nights he'll even sneak in, fondling with your boobs, thighs and ass while your asleep. he can't wait to do exactly that while you're awake.

- YANDERE JEFF! definitely steals your panties, washed or unwashed. you spend hours looking for your favorite pair while jeff is back at the mansion jerking off with them wrapped around his dick, imagining its your tight pussy.

- YANDERE JEFF! jerks off while watching you shower. he thinks its really your fault for not closing the blinds of a window that literally points directly to the shower. and your shower has clear glass doors.

- YANDERE JEFF! always carries his favorite pair of panties he stole from you, and when hes watching you through your window, your hands in your silky underwear, back arched and moaning— he slides your stolen panties on and off of his cock. he matches the pace at which your fingers are going in and out of your aching cunt.

- YANDERE JEFF! plans the day that hes going to capture you and make you his, breaking in while your playing with yourself. leaving bite marks all over your skin and toying with your swollen clit; his hand clamped roughly over your mouth.

he nibbles on the lobe of your ear, his fingers dancing around your clothed pearl. you wanted to scream, to call for help, but his knife was against your throat. tears flowed out of your eyes as you felt a growing bulge beneath you.

"quiet down, baby. i don't want to have to fuck up your pretty little face."

- when he took you to the mansion and held you captive in his room, he would often take his stress out on you through sex. rough sex. each time, he left your body bruised and battered. you were unable to walk for the days— not like you could walk since you were chained up anyway. but he made sure to take extra care of you during those days, making you truly believe he felt guilty.

- during sex, he loves to put his knife up to your throat; sometimes even nicking you. once you finally began to get used to him, you couldn't deny the fact that you enjoyed it.

- loves to make you choke and gag on his cock as a punishment. tried to escape? head. misbehave? your lips are already wrapped around his dick.

- loves to mark you all over. and once he finally trusts you enough to bring you outside, like to the grocery store, he makes you wear revealing tops and holds your hand, marks all over your body— everybody can see that you belong to him.

- one time this guy whistled at you while you guys were outside. so jeff being jeff, he knocked him out. when the guy woke up, jeff was already marking up his body with his knife; then jeff fucked you infront him as he bled to death. he wasn't lying when he said he'd fuck up anyone who tried to get in the way of you and him.

jeff pounded into you, pulling your hair as he fucked you senseless. you moaned shamelessly infront of the man that whistled at you, a knife in his gut. jeff cackled inbetween grunts, "she's so hot right? i bet you wish you were inside of her right now.. too bad you're about to die."

sorry i hope this was good! lowkey struggled to write this coz ive never written hcs before 😭🙏 also sorry it was so late LMAO. tips/suggestions are appreciated!

[forreasonswretchedandivine]

Well.... guess who just remembered she likes to write sometimes! Here's a short story I wrote for my ff14 OC kazunori:3. One word promt challenge, and the word was "dog". Please ignore any spelling or syntax errors. Or don't I didn't care enough to spellcheck, bite me

TW:bullying, children fighting, blood and injuries, multiple mentions of death and dying

Kazunori risked a glance over his shoulder as he ran, his lungs and legs burned, but he refused to let them catch him this time.

"Those useless little legs of yours can only move so quickly, runt!!" Shouted the xalea boy in yellow.

"You sure?" Kazu responded, feeling that foolish urge to further provoke his pursuers. "From the looks of it my speed ain't the problem here!"

"Orinir. Of all the fucking tribes on the steppe, you had to pick a fight with one of the orinir brats. If they dont catch and kill you, Altani sure as hell will." Kazu thought to himself as he narrowly avoiding falling flat on his face.

Kazunori had learned very quickly that he was not like his sisters, or his mother, or any of the other xalea on these plains he called home. In fact he wasn't au ra at all, but something that the people around him referred to as a lalafell. He learned even quicker that because of this, some folks were gonna make his life a lot harder than it needed to be.

Ajinai and his minions were getting closer and kazu was losing stamina, he needed a way out and now. He racked I

His brain for a moment, before giving in and doing something he tried his dammedest not to: he took his father's advice.

"Kaz, you're getting stronger everyday and with that Lance of yours, I know you can handle yourself." khaliun said as he gently pressed the cold wet cloth to his son's black eye." But you're different from us, and sometimes your best bet isn't to fight or even run. It's to hide."

Of all the things his dad had taught him, kazu hated this the most.

He surveyed the land around him, desperately looking for any way he could shake the 3 boys that were hot on his trail. His gaze landed on a cluster of rocks ahead as he picked up speed, trying to get as much distance from them as possible.

Kazu sprinted as far into the rocks as he could, stopping only when he was fairly certain he had lost them. Looking around and sensing no more danger he breathed a sigh of relief and exhaustion. He closed his eyes to rest them for just a moment, when he felt several hands grabbing and pulling him from his hiding spot. He landed In a small clearing with a Smallwood "Oof!" As the 3 orinir teens blocked off any chance he had of escape. "Hiding is the best bet my ass, old man." he thought to himself.

"What'd I tell you, kazumori?" sneered ajinai as his friends laughed." you can only move so far and and only so fast."

"Ya gotta admit, I damn sure gave you a run for your coin there though! Ol' nub horns to over here looks like he still needs a minute." Kazu laughed trying to mask his fear and fatigue.

The short horned boy to his moved to engage him, but ajinai raised a hand to stop it. "Patience nub horns. Im not done talking to the little shit." Kazu's joke seemed to amuze the leader of the crew, who stepped closer to his fallen prey. "Besides, I'm feeling nice today. Take back what you said, apologize and beg for forgiveness." Hissed ajinai.

Kazu slowly got to his feet, as calmly and as cool as he was able. He dusted himself off and stepped forward to look up at the much taller boy.

"Alright, okay, ya caught me fair'n square so I'll apologize. He sighed in sarcastic defeat. " I am sorry.... sorry that I didn't realize you orinir are so sensitive and soft. I had no idea you all couldn't handle a little friendly ribbing from another tri-". His feet were off the ground and his back hit the rock behind him before he could continue. The impact of ajinai pinning him knocked the wind out of his lungs and made him wince.

"But you're not from another tribe, you little rat. Despite what those fools of the himma might believe you're not one of them and you're not one of us." Ajinai said slowly. "Hells, hearing what happened to your real parents you shouldn't even be alive."

Kazu felt himself freeze, refusing to let them see him cry. Kazu had only recently learned that he was not abandoned on the steppe, but stranded there. Altani figured he was old enough to hear the truth and tried as gently as she knew how to tell kazu about his parents being attacked by monsters while traveling through the plains. No one saw it happen, but Altani and khaliun came discovered them a Few hours later, as well as their child who was hidden in the brush nearby.

"Who told you that?" Kazu whispered.

"Word gets around fast here little kazunori, you know that as well as anyone." " Oh that poor child, made an orphan here of all the places" mocked ajinai in a shrill voice." I wonder what beast did them in, don't you? They probably didn't make much of a meal for whatever finished them off."

The smaller boy's eyes narrowed as he clenched his fists. "Put me down and I'll show you a beast." He snapped.

Ajinai' buddies joined him in laughter at this." Ooooo, real scary kazu!! The popato with a toothpick is gonna get us!" You couldn't even outrun us, freak. What makes you think you could fight us?

Kazu grasped behind his back for his weapon, a gesture that cased the taller boy to drop him and ready his weapon as well.

"I was hoping to kill you under more glorious circumstances, but doing it here and now will do I suppose."

Ajinai's goons moved back to flank kazunori, as he and their leader stared eachother down. The wold around them fell silent, save for their footsteps as they squared off.

"Death's coming for one of us today, and it sure as hell ain't gonna be me." Kazu said flatly.

The two opponents closed in on eachother, trading several strikes to one another. Ajinai lunged forward and blade first, but kazu parried quicker. He leapt upwards and landed light as a feather on his opponent's weapon. A sly smile spread across his lips.

Ajinai moved backwards as kazu swung his spear at him missing any vitals, but cutting his robes.

The taller boy growled in anger and leveled his spear for another attack.

Their focus was broken in an instant, when a low Howl cut through the tension, as they all turned to the noise.

It was at that moment the boys realized where they were and what was coming. This rock formation was empty, because anyone not looking to fight for their life avoided it. This was wolf territory, and the beasts had acquired an acute taste for au ra.

Kazunori scanned his surroundings in a panic, as ajinai chuckled softly.

"You lost your mind orinir? You three might be able to take me, but those wolves are gonna tear us to shreds!"

"Correction, little appetizer!" Said ajinai with a smile." He went low and swept kazu off balance and to the ground. "They'll tear you to shreds. And I'm sure that'll buy us just enough time to get out of here. He quickly spun his spear and gave kazu a quick jab to the side and a strike to the knee, then broke into a sprint, his goons not far behind.

Kazu staggered onto his uninjured knee, trying to raise himself up. But between all the running, fighting, and shit talking, he was exhausted. He had trained so hard to maintain the stamina of the xalea around him, but could never match it. It burned him up inside and caused the throbbing pain in his leg and ribs to intensify.

Snarling could be heard now, this time significantly closer that the wolves last call. Kazu couldn't tell how many there were, but he know they would be upon him soon.

"So this is it huh? This is how I go? The dawn mother's sense of humor is fucked, because being mauled to death just like mom and dad is a real sick joke."

"Well let's focus on the positives, scarce and shitty as they may be. Ajinai won't get the satisfaction of killing me. Neither will Altani when she hears what I did!" He laughed to himself, giving in to his fate.

The looming shadow of one of the wolves drew near, as kazu struggled to his feet. That voice in his head called to him, and gave him strength in his time of need.

"One thing's for certain though." He steadied his blade and his body, ready to charge. "I'm going down fighting."

The beast howled once more as it came into view, kazu charged, but quickly slowed as his fight responses dulled.

As the creature slinked into view, kazu noticed a few things. First, there was no pack behind the wolf. Second the large shadow the creature cast did it no justice, as the "beast" barely came over kazu's spear standing vertical. And lastly, the poor thing looked emaciated, like it hadn't eaten in days. Part of his ear was missing, and his back leg appeared to be bleeding.

Kazu almost dropped his weapon as he fell to his knees in shock and relief.

"Huh..... huh." Was all he said before he burst into tears of laughter and stress.

The beast continued to come closer, no deterred by her preys laughter in the slightest. She attempted to leap at kazu but yelped and landed awkwardly on her side, his injury and clear exhaustion from hunger taking their toll.

"Woah, easy there killer!" Kazu joked as he made rose to come help her. She bared her fangs and tried her hardest to appear intimidating.

"Oh would you relax? I'm not gonna hurt you, and as much as you might want to you aren't gonna hurt me in your sorry state."

She closed her mouth and no longer came closer, but did not back down from her defensive stance. Kazu stopped his movments as well.

"You look hungry, and while I'm sorry to tell you my corpse isn't an option I've got some rations in my bag you can have. Here."

He opened his traveling sack and laid out its contents, then took several steps back. Dried meats, a few greens, and a small circle of dough that appeared to be filled.

"sheperds pie. The old man made it and insisted I take some with me. Surprised the damn thing hasn't been smashed yet."

The wolf cautiously approached to inspect the meal, not breaking eye contact with kazu. She sniffed it quickly and dug in, eating quite loudly.

"No need for the table manners" said kazu sarcastically. He sat down and chewed on a bit of meat he saved for himself. "Enjoy as much as you'd like." The creature barely acknowledged him, before returning to her food.

As she ate kazu notice her balance wavering, the bloody back leg of hers ready to collapse at the slightest breeze.

"I can help with that, but ill have to come closer. That okay?." He offered.

She licked her lips for a moment, as if truly pondering his request. She then turned her back to him, not leaving but presenting the injury.

Though it was not fatal, gashes in her upper thigh were deep. They ran in three jagged lines and stopped just before her foot. Claw marks, and from the looks of it they were made by another wolf. Kazu understood immediately.

"Runt of the litter huh? I know I look crazy strong, but I know what that's like." He said, tearing a piece of cloth from his shirt to for bandaging. He gently place his fingertips to the wound, to which the wolf replied with a deft chomp to his right arm.

"SON OF A- no, no that's fair I should've said something that's on me." He apologized shaking off the pain. " I'm gonna put some stuff on you real quick okay? It's gonna sting but I promise it will help. She steadied herself but kept an eye on the boy, in case she needed to bite him again.

As he wiped the dark green paste on the injury, she let out a quick yelp and started to run, but relaxed as the pain dissolved while kazu wrapped the bandage. She relaxed and sat with some difficulty.

The two sat in silence for a moment, kazu looking for..... anything of interest besides boulders and pebbles, and the wolf staring him down in absolute silence. He avoided looking back for a while, but inevitably making contact.

"Well today has been.......eventful, but it's getting dark. The Old man and Altani are probably looking for me soooooo... bye?" He said as he made his way out of rocky clearing.

As he stepped out into the sunset, he looked down at himself and the state he was in. His shirt was covered in cuts and missing a sleeve, his arm was lightly dripping blood from his bites, and when he wiped his face, his hand came back covered in mud.

"Guess there's still a chance I might die today. They’re gonna kill me when they see me like this." He turned towards home and began the long walk back, when he sensed something creeping behind him. For some reason he feared ajinai and his friends had waited to ambush him all this time, but as he turned towards the presence, he almost collided with the wolf. She stood perfectly still as she looked at him, which made kazu pretty uncomfortable.

"I-I don't have anymore food, and I think you're good on the herbs there friend." He said slowly. The creature did not move.

He stared back in confusion for a moment, then straightened with realization as he turned and started home again. As soon as he took a few steps forward, the wolf took the same amount right behind him. Another several steps, and the wolf mimicked his stride.

" listen mutt, I'm sure you've got your own family to get back to! Hostile as they might seem, I'm sure they're looking for you. Go find them!"

She sat once again, and shifted her front paw impatiently. Kazu heaved a sigh as he folded his arms.

"Huh, uh, nope. You are not coming with me. They barely want me there, what makes you think they're looking for more trouble?"

She whined quietly and pushed her face into his. Despite how scrappy she looked, her Fur felt nice on his face. Even if some of it got in his mouth. He decided he was too tired to argue and turned to leave once again, not stopping to shoo her away.

"Fuck it." Kazu thought. "I'm sure I can convince the altani to let me keep her. And the old man definitely won't say no to another stray."

[nacaharachuya]

boycaca: (Im hoping you can answer to my submissions now since im assuming the reason you weren’t able to previously was bc i had to verify my email… smh i sat there trying to figure out how to do it for a few minutes man I’m telling you I’m in my boomer era 😭☝️

ANYWAYS watching you talk about how the idea/possibility of dazai being fit is not completely bonkers since he’s not actually weak and how bones twinkified him and took away his broad shoulders on twitter gives me life. You’re so right. They made my guy SKELETAL (alongside every other character tbh) in the anime and i cannot forgive that

Listen i get the prettyboy dazai belief I completely understand it but.. aurgh HANDSOME dazai is sumn else… i will forever cling to the idea that dazai is more of a handsome prettyboy than a beautiful prettyboy like a lifeline (does that even make sense) like i want harukawa to draw dazai without his shirt off not in a horny way but because i gotta see his shoulders underneath those clothes PLEASE 🙏 (okay so maybe i do say this in a horny way… only a little)

Istg if i were to achieve my dream art style i would draw dazai all day everyday you dont even understand. I’d probably start drawing the mf on my walls at some point because the way i would draw him similarly to spike from cowboy bebop is insane. Spike is one of the very few fictional characters that i am actually attracted to and despite the fact that i am not attracted to any bsd character i am so set on believing that dazai has a similar vibe to him. I can just feel it in my bones my skin my soul theres something about dazai that COULD be like spike. If i just tweaked him a liiiiiittle bit… the dazai i imagine in my mind would end up as another fictional crush (delusional) )

boycaca i think we're like the same person cause I LITERALLY AGREE SO HARD??!?!?!?!?!?! They twinked a lot of characters because bones decided to animate it differently than they had other mangas at that point. Usually, they were super good with staying on point with the style of the manga like noragami or vanitas or fma but GODDAMN THEY DROPPED THE BALL INTO ACID OR SOMETHING WITH BSD. harukawas style is so fluid and beautiful so maybe it would be harder for them to animate, but the extreme body changing I just hate. It's not only dazai ofc there's several other characters that got nerfed but dazai they sillified and twinkified and that has made me so sad.

I also just want to see them all lined up with their body types and SPIKE SPIEGEL FITS DAZAI SO WELL?? COWBOY BEBOP IS ONE OF MY ULT FAVS AND DAZAI AND SPIKE ARE WEIRDLY SIMILAR YOU GET IT!!!!!!!!!! The body type is broader shoulders and a slimmer waist (which tbh is just more of a masculine body type ik) is what dazai has but bones makes them look so...sick and skinny. I'm the world's biggest hater for them taking away the broad shoulders. like I think dazai has a natural classic beauty to him that makes him pleasant to look at because he's got an easy-to-digest face, but he is ultimately handsome. I have a few artists that have drawn him perfectly in my mind and it fits with his description of being a tall, lean, handsome man [look up @byuntaman on twt their dazai and chuu is perfect] I don't see him as very weak because there really is no basis to it when you are comparing him to chuuya. Chuuya's job was to bring the brawn and he was expected of that from the time of being with the Sheep, so naturally, when he's in the mafia he's going to keep up his reputation of being THE STRONG DUDE. It's unfair to compare Dazai to him tbh. Also, the pm trains their members, I'm guessing Dazai would go through that because Mori is not going to be willing to lose him from lack of prep. Yes, dazai is smart, but smarts don't get you out of a chokehold T_T.

I could rant about this all day long, but I think people just live with silly dazai too much and forget he's a capable person who can also defend himself and not just by manipulating the situation. It's a little far-fetched to think dazai can control EVERYTHING to the point of basically winning fights with his mind. like. no.

[kani-miso]

ok for the ones i know are only like two (edit: i have put more !! im so sorry for the ones i forgot)

enyu

enyu is just a theory of what t3 es would be. they are basically es if they were fully dedicated to their warden role until it becomes absolute insanity. their appearance is just like es, the only thing different is the fact they have cult eyes like tpm amane and on their keys on their keyring/key necklace are gone. due to their personality being vastly different from t2 es they are named The Warden (but now named as enyu for convenience). the theory was started by @hectorthedoggo and was inputted into one of their fics which is 'nothing more nothing less, nothing more nothing less'

dokuro es

i do not actually know much about them, all i know they are basically es but aged up ~25 years up and is atleast 230cm tall or above. they are from @waivyjellyfish 's oc family (?).

fugue es

fugue es is es from an au by @hectorthedoggo called fugue au. fugue au is basically an dnd alternate universe, the prisoners live their "normal" lives while es is at a tower with jackalope, but then an intruder bardged into their tower, what happens next depends on what route you choose (there are 3 routes at the moment). they have a different character design from canon universe es. their hat has a keyhole symbol instead of the normal milgram logo, they have a plain white sleeved outfit and a blue vest on top, they wear presumably latex gloves, they have a belt that has a golden tie/bow, their pants are nearly the same with the only thing different is that fugue es has pockets, they have knee length boots that have 2 restraints on each boot, and the inside of their cape is a galaxy patterned cloth. (WARNING: THIS AU HAS IMPLIED CHILD ABUSE, IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THOSE TOPICS PLEASE RECONSIDER ON READING)

ES-AI (es)

these es' are from a HSR x milgram au created by @waivyjellyfish. ES-AI is a hologram that controls the spaceship alongside with fuuta (i think?), they have an actual physical body that nobody knows, not even themselves. each prisoner has their own ai that are sometimes identical and sometimes fully different than the normal es. ES-'prisoner number' is an ai/hologram that is in each prisoners collar, all of the ES-'prisoner number' has yet to be revealed, i will only describe the ones that are already released.

fuuta's ES-03: they look like the salamander miku

amane's ES-08: they look like a biblically accurate angel

mikoto's ES-09 : they look like him, just with semi-different hair

muu's ES-04: they look like the otome kaibou miku

mahiru's ES-06: they look like the parasite miku

yuno's ES-02: they look like the vampire miku

please tell me if i forgot some!!

well, i havent actually inputted this anywhere but i'd like to share some of mine ig (these are more semi-canon/theories)

so i thought, wouldn't it be interesting if es is actually the embodiment of id, ego, and superego (they're all the audience), what if there were different characters that represent them? i will probably use them in the future or the present, now.

id

they are basically a part of es, this part is the more unserious and more curious personality of es (ex:mahiru vd1). they usually just rely on their instinct during their everyday activities (to represent the fact they are id). since i want them to be different characters representing different things, i gave them a different look than es. they basically look almost identical, the only thing that differentiates them is that id has more messier hair and they dont wear the keyring/key necklace. they have normal eye shines, just not on the bottom of their eye.

ego

they are also another part of es, this part is the god complex they have. they usually never want to associate themselves with the prisoners because they deem them lowly. they believe their warden personality gives them control to the whole prison, sometimes they also act like a jerk to the prisoners because they are "undeserving of bliss". they have more tidy hair than es, and will absolutely obliterate you if you dirty a little tiny bit of their clothing. they dont wear the sashes on their cape because they think it looks stupid. they have no eye shine, just the base color.

superego

they are also a part of es, this part is lawpilled es. they're basically that one kid that reads all terms of service. they never break the rules and will snitch on you if you break a little rule (throwing a water bottle cap on the prison floor= dirtying the enviroment). they dont like to wear their hat because everytime they try to go through a door the hat hits the frame and it falls (being an embarrassment as a warden is prohibited). they dont have their eye shine, their eyes are dull and dark.

(note: only made them little doodles bc im lazy)

Can someone give me a summary of the tumblr esverse pls

[mesemoa-translations]

Nokkuso: thank you so much for the release event in Nagoya today! I’ve seen a lot of new people and people who came form afar and people who always come to our events in Nagoya and it raised my motivation a lot☺️☺️☺️

tomorrow is the last day of our event series and we’re performing at Otodama! I can’t wait to see everyone who’s coming!

by the way, here are the 4 of us wearing our everyday clothes(°_°)

[love-patient-0s-writing-world]

More Rantaro Headcanons

Class: SFW

CW: None (let me know if you want me to tag something)

Note: I swear I don’t only do Rantaro and Shuichi the rest are being worked on

You know his iconic green hair

Weeeelllll it’s dyed :O

He’s got aggressively dark brown hair

I mean he still looks really hot so-👀

Him with that dark brown hair and freckles

A ✨natural✨ look if you will

You’d change his name to “My Cowboy❤️” on your phone

You can imagine the fun time you both have when it comes to hydrating his poor bleached and dyed hair

Roots what’s that???

He makes sure that his ✨true color✨ never shows

If he does decide to let his roots grow out he really would be an avocado

Also please tell him he looks pretty or hot or handsome

Basically just compliment him when he decides to let it grow out

*gasp* “Who’s this handsome man standing in my bathroom with those luxurious locks and that cute butt?”

He let out a soft laugh “Good morning to you too (Y/N).”

Anytime you call him “Becky with the good hair” he’ll end up having to stifle his giggles

When he starts laughing and I mean laughing he’ll start snorting at first it’s little ones but the longer he goes on the louder they get

He likes sharing jewelry with you (don’t worry he sanitizes everything to hell and back)

We all know he’s rich as hell

This dork would buy so many couple’s jewelry 

Especially rings

He got an Animal Crossing themed set of couple’s rings when the game came out

Ever need or want fashion advice he’s the person to go to

Whether at home or in a store he will compliment you until you believe you’re the snack you are no matter the clothes

He’ll raid your closet when you two are done

And look better than you in your own clothes

Please wear his stuff too

He thinks you looks adorable in them

Something he enjoys doing is making you breakfast in bed

If you’re in a tough spot or super stressed out he’ll make sure you dont lift a finger the entire day

Wanna take a bath? The tub is being filled

Want a massage? Soft spa music will start playing

Wanna watch a movie? Netflix is already open

Want to only cuddle all day in bed? His arms are wrapped around you in a heartbeat 

Basically Rantaro is the best boyfriend to exist

His new talent title is now Ultimate Boyfriend

He loves you so much you don’t even know

But don’t let his calm exterior fool you

He fears losing you a lot

Both as a romantic partner and literally losing you like how he lost his sisters (he was able to find them but is scared that’ll happen again)

It’s the second one that he worries about the most though

Always holding your hand or has an arm around your waist

If you’re uncomfy with PDA

He’ll ask if he could hold onto a piece of your shirt while you two are out

If you’re wearing pants that have belt loops he’ll hook a finger onto one of them

Rantaro Amami being the little spoon? It’s more likely than you think.

When he’s having not so great days there’s nothing better than curling up in your arms with his face buried in your neck

Likes laying his head on your chest so he can hear your heartbeat 

It reminds him that you’re here with him and not lost in some place where he’ll never find you

Give him forehead kisses whenever he’s like this, it really cheers him up

Smiley lil avocado💚

Give him all type of kissies in general (he really likes your lips)

Lowkey touch starved but it’s subtle kinda

If you’re cooking or just standing somewhere, he’ll just come up from behind and wrap his arms around your waist

If you’re constantly cold, congratulations you have a lil heater for a boyfriend 

He quite literally makes you melt

Gives the absolute best hugs and cuddles ever

Make sure to give your avocado love and affection everyday as it will help him grow stronger

I hope you enjoyed reading this! Remember to drink water, eat something and get plenty of rest! Feel free to return whenever you want traveler, take care!💜

~Love Patient 0

[pseudofaux]

hi!! plz if you dont mind could you do some doctor play with kyle from ikerev?

I COULD AND I WILL! 😍 The good doctor is always in on this blog.

Thanks so much for requesting! 🩺 I wanted to make this sexy for the doctor play but definitely keep it playful, because I really like that part of the Alice/Kyle dynamic. I hope you will see and enjoy this!

(Requests are closed, readers, but there are a lot to be filled in May and likely June, too! Feel free to follow along or just check in and enjoy as many as you like. A masterlist will go up when they are all completed.)

“You’re really compromising my professional integrity here,” he drawls.

“Good thing you aren’t held to a professional standard after ten at night. In my room.” She gives his hand a squeeze for good measure.

“...point taken.”

He still sounds strained, so she pauses and looks at his face.

“It’s okay,” Kyle assures her. “This is just... weird, outside of the clinic.”

“Is it too weird?”

“Did I say it was?”

She rolls her eyes and gives his hand a yank for good measure. “Don’t make fun of me. You said we could try.”

“I did. So,” he begins loudly, taking back his hand and using it to tap a folder she nicked from the clinic for just this reason, “I believe you mentioned some ‘enhanced sensitivities that are making everyday life more difficult’. What can you tell me about what’s going on?”

He has the exact lazy, gentle, warm tone she loves to listen to when he’s actually working. He looks so normal there in the chair beside her bed, a little lazy but not inattentive, and his hair is mussed from a long day and he’s one one leg over the other. He looks so good her feet start swinging, hanging off the edge of her mattress.

“Well, Kyle, I—”

“It’s Dr. Ash, actually,” he chimes in. He sounds bored but since he never actually corrects people he must be doing this because he’s committed to the play she asked for. She pulls her lips into her mouth so she doesn’t laugh.

“Dr. Ash,” she amends respectfully.

“I went to medical college,” he points out. “You’re not seeing a quack, here.”

“Can we get to the point?” she hisses. He does not pull his lips into his mouth, he laughs openly at her and waves her on.

“Doctor Ash,” she stresses, “I’m having a very hard time lately because— well, this is embarrassing...” and even though it was her idea, it is embarrassing. She’s not comfortable saying what she was thinking. It seemed like a really good idea all week when she was working up her nerve, but now that they are actually here, her nerve seems to have left her to do this on her own.

“Don’t worry,” Kyle drawls. “I’ve seen it all before.”

“...have you.” She can’t help glaring at him.

“Oh, right, sorry. Uh... just be honest, I’m here to help.”

“Well, it’s my chest, you see.”

Kyle cocks an eyebrow at her, more curious than seductive. If she’s honest with herself, even his curious expression is very appealing. “Are you experiencing any pain?” he asks. “How long has this been going on?”

“Ages,” she says, leaning into the drama of their little play. “And it’s not pain, exactly. More like... sensitivity, like I reported.”

He taps his chin thoughtfully with the folder. “Can you show me where on your chest, exactly?”

She nods, takes a deep breath, and cups her breasts. The way his eyes widen and shoot to hers is extremely satisfying.

“Didn’t realize you meant this,” he says under his breath.

“Well, I did,” she shoots back under hers. “This, specifically,” she says in her normal voice, and thumbs her nipples. She can’t remember the last time she was so bold, but his interest is evident so she sticks with her plan. Now they are getting somewhere!

They go back and forth a bit more, and eventually he asks her to remove her shirt. Victory bubbles like fresh fizzy lemonade in every one of her fingers as she undoes the ribbon she wears under her collar, then all the buttons. By that point her nipples actually do ache, needing his touch, used to his mouth by this point in the night. They feel vulnerable but not in a way that desires hiding. Not that she could, when each peak is so obvious through her chemise.

“I see why you’d be concerned,” Kyle says drily. She shoots him a look and he holds up his hands, one still clutching the empty folder. “Sorry,” he mouths.

“No you’re not,” she hisses.

“You want to stop, or...?”

“I want you to do it right!”

He holds up the folder again and clears his throat.

Kyle touches the stethoscope he wore into her room, slung behind his neck. “I’m going to listen to your heartbeat,” he tells her. She nods.

“You’re going to feel me touch,” he says quietly, and she’s heard those words a hundred times but never said in such a way. It makes her heartbeat start to skip, trip, run inside her ribs. Now they’re getting somewhere.

The little disc presses into her just above the lace that edges her chemise, and it is so cold she flinches. His hand comes to her arm to hold her in place. “Sorry about that,” he murmurs. He opens his mouth and expels warm air onto the spot the stethoscope chilled. “Better?”

“Yes,” she says, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

He hums quietly (that means good, she recognizes that sound as well as she knows his snores), and then presses the disc to her again, following the edge of the lace. It’s a slow, careful progression.

“Good, good, can hear your heartbeat,” he says, voice thick.

“No you can’t,” she hisses.

“Did you go to medical college?”

“You don’t even have it in your ears!”

“What? Oh— aww, to hell with this thing,” he says, chucking the stethoscope over his shoulder. It thumps forlornly against the carpet of her room, but she can’t spare it any thought because two green-gold eyes are looking right at her as he slides the right strap of her chemise off her shoulder and fishes out her breast.

“Medicine is about careful observation,” he tells her, in a voice some men use to tell their lovers significantly more romantic things. She doesn’t mention his careful stethoscope use, but he tweaks her nipple anyway. The pull immediately registers between her legs and her breathing becomes something more like panting.

He hums, frees the other breast, and tweaks that nipple, too. Her naked shoulders hunch forward in a protective measure but he doesn’t let go, so the pull becomes a sweet, sharp pain, and her whimper is plain in the air between them.

“Oh, good,” he murmurs. “I know you expressed concern, but this all seems like normal sensitivity to me.”

She’s trying to play along, but her voice is very pleading when she asks “Does it?”

Kyle nods and frowns in concentration as he gets a wider grasp, then gently pinches. “Feel that?”

It’s a good thing they are in her bedroom, because her noise of assent would definitely echo off the tiles of the clinic and is generally inappropriate in any professional setting.

He’s massaging her now, moving the captive flesh between his thumb and finger, and honestly the gentle pull feels like milking and she has to squeeze her comforter below her hands so she doesn’t swoon. “What... are you doing?” she manages to ask. Her voice is complete lust, it feels like all of her is complete lust.

“Carefully examining my patient,” he says quietly, and indeed he is looking at the tip of her breast very carefully. “Please stop distracting me, my work is very important.”

That’s what he says, but there’s some red high on his cheeks, and she’s never seen him wet his lips so often while giving a patient an exam. Nor ever massage them like this. Thank goodness.

When he starts working her other breast at the same time, she struggles to keep up the act. He’s never touched her like this before, and being half clothed while he’s all buttoned up and leaning in to slowly milk her or whatever he’s doing while she sits less and less primly on her bed... maybe they’re close enough to breaking character? That was the whole point. Should she just give it up and pull him into bed?

“You’re going to feel me touch,” he whispers, and it’s said gently but it is a declaration, not a warning. Even half-dazed, he puts the stress on just the right word to make the meaning clear: he’s going to touch her and she will feel it.

Kyle turns his hands so he can cup her breasts with his fingers. There’s another of his warm breaths, so warm it makes her nipple feel as dewy as her slit, and then he takes it in his mouth without letting go of his grip on her. His suck is so strong— or maybe she’s so sensitized— that she shrieks, the sound tiny but alarmed. He shoots her a lazy glare, then closes his eyes and says “Quiet, please,” around a mouthful of her breast before he does it again.

“Kyle,” she says in a small voice. “I—”

He sighs through his nose, the huff of his breath blowing onto her like a cloud. She feels him everywhere. “As I said, it’s ‘Doctor Ash’, actually,” he corrects as he moves to her other breast.

She repeats it with a shaky voice but the last syllable becomes a wail she keeps in at the very last minute by clamping her mouth shut as he sucks even harder on the other nipple.

He lets her fall from his mouth but doesn’t move back. Gravely, he tells her “That reaction makes me think this is a very extreme case.”

“Oh no,” she says. She wishes she could play up her concern for the sake of this game, but the words just fall out of her with even less grace than her wet nipple tumbled out of his mouth when he let her go. Only with his mouth, of course. His hands are still on her, still working her. She tells herself that’s why she can’t stop squeezing her thighs together. “What do you recommend, doctor?”

“Bed rest,” he whispers. He’s rubbing her nipple with his nose and he is so attractive she is going to die if he doesn’t touch her more.

“Oh thank goodness,” she sighs, throwing her arms around him. She can hear his muffled laugh as he lets go to slip his arms around her and use the embrace to push her back to the comforter.

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs before he puts his hands right back where they were and begins to kiss her throat. “I have a very specific treatment plan in mind.”

She moans when he finds the spot she likes, high on the left side. “Tell me more,” she begs.

But he doesn’t. He shows her instead. Thankfully, the treatment plan is very thorough.

[rae-arts777]

All couples fights

Summary: Souda and Gundham have their first big fight. Souda is not handling the aftermath well

Notes: I read lots of sad Soudam today sooo...hurt/comfort

TW: Realtionship fighting/childhood tramua

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The pink hair mechanic was sobbing his eyes out. Gundham had left their apartment in rage, slamming the door harsh enough to make anything near the door shake.

There was broken glass on the floor from a vase.

During the fight, Souda was waving his hands around while he was screaming, knocking over a nearby vase.

Gundham blew up more, calling Souda childish and idiot for resulting in breaking stuff.

Both of them were not in a good mind set. They screamed at each other for an hour. Neither party refusing to listen, trying to top the other in screaming.

Souda fell to his knees crying. He hugged himself shaking, trying to calm himself down. He felt like he was on the verge of a panic attack, desperately tugging at his clothes. Gundham would calm him down, but he’s gone, he was alone.

Hunching over, the mechanic started to cough violently. He felt like he was going to throw up. Was it even worth trying to make it to the bathroom?

The words thrown during the fight started to replay in his head. Each phrase made the wound in his heart worst. But the last two phrases hurt the worst

“IM LEAVING. DO NOT BOTHER TO CONTACT ME DURING MY ISOLATION”

“LEAVE, SEE IF I CARE!! LEAVE AND NEVER COME BACK. I DONT CARE ANYMORE”

Another harsh sob escaped his lips. He told Gundham he didn’t care. He didn’t mean it. He really didn’t.

Gundham left

Souda said those words before he left

That means, leaving, Gundham accepted those words, meaning it was a breakup, right?

In Souda’s mind it was a yes.

They were broken up, tearing his heart apart even worst.

Souda looked at the glass on the floor shaking. He could feel a horrible wash of familiarity come over him.

His childhood home. His mother and father screaming, broken glass all around. The fights got worst and worst. They fought everyday. It was always about something. Souda replayed the image of his dad and mom have a screaming contest in front of him.

Blinking, he looked at the horrible truth. His parents were replaced with him and Gundham.

Covering his mouth, he tried to keep in the sobs in. So it was true. Like father like son. Souda and Gundham are just a horrible repeat of his parents.

“M-m-maybe it’s b-b-best...” he choked out.

Best they broke up, at least that means there’s no way for the fights to get worst right?

With his hands and knees, Souda crawled his way to the bed, avoiding the broken glass. He was too tired all around to bother to clean it. He latched onto the sheets, pulling himself in bed.

Curling up on his side, it felt so cold. The bed felt so big without another person next to him. He had his back turned to Gundham’s side. Trying to ignore the feeling of loneliness. It just got worst, when he felt no strong arm wrap around him. When no warmth replaced the coldness. When no sound, came from the clinking of the front door opening.

Souda slowly rolled to Gundham’s side, burying face first into Gundham’s pillow. He inhaled deeply, a few tears slipping out. The mechanic latched onto the pillow, curling up, holding it tightly to his chest.

They were broken up.

Souda kept telling himself.

And it was for the best.

The next morning, Souda felt four warm little bodies curled up to his face. He opened his eyes, feeling how much they stung from the crying.

The Devas were nuzzling him softly, Souda could sense their worries. Looks like Gundham didn’t take them with him last night. His babies, he was going to miss them so much.

Slowly sitting up, he held his hands, allowing them all to scurry into his hand.

He brought his babies up to his face. And gave them all a kiss on the head, sniffling.

“My babies....” he held them close, allowing the tears to return “my babies....I’m going to miss you so much....”

The front door clicked

More pain plunge into Souda’s heart.

He held the Devas close to him. Maybe he could take them? No. They’re Gundham’s, he can never do that. They were Gundham’s Devas, but they were Souda’s babies. His precious babies he grown to love with his whole heart. It hurt. He lost Gundham, and now his babies? He wasn’t ready to face the music.

Souda could hear shuffling in the living area. He didn’t want to get up. Laying back down on his side, Souda placed the Devas next to him. He nuzzled them sniffling, placing soft pecks on their heads, and petting them with his free hand. He was going to spend as much time with his babies before he lost them.

The sound of footsteps echoed through different parts of the house.

The sound of broken glass falling into the trash can.

Souda allow his ears to follow the footsteps.

They went to the kitchen. There was the sound of drawers and cabinets opening and closing. Clinging sliverwear. The dishwasher opening and closing.

Next the footsteps went to the bathroom. Again the sound of drawers and cabinets being opened and closed.

What was he doing?

The footsteps them came right outside the bedroom door.

Souda felt his heart tense up, he pulled his babies a bit closer to his face, kissing them more, mumbling how much he loved every single one of them.

The bedroom door open. Souda didn’t dare to look up. His mumbling became shaky, he tried to hold back the tears.

The footsteps walked over to the side of the bed. The bed shifted as the new body weight sat upon it.

The Devas perked up seeing him. Souda pulled them even closer shaking. Not yet, he didn’t want them to leave yet. The Devas crawled over his hands and body to see Gundham.

Souda desperately tried to keep them within his arms but they were too quick.

“N-no....” heartbroken even more he cried out.

Tears started to fall down worst. Curling up, he hugged his knees softly sobbing.

“My babies.....my babies....my babies....please....just let me hold my babies....” he sobbed.

Gundham kissed all the Devas and instructed them back to their cage.

The Devas followed their order, after they nuzzled Souda’s back and scurried off to their cage.

Gundham laid next to his boyfriend, he cautiously wrapped an arm around him. He felt Souda’s body tense up.

Gundham adjusted him and leaned in close to his ear

“I’m sorry...” he placed a kissed on the pink hair one’s temple.

Sorry?

Sorry meaning, sorry it’s over? Or sorry I’m taking them away?

“Kazichui....please face me..” Gundham asked.

With his eyes tightly closed, Souda slowly turned to face bun.

“Will you allow me to examine your arms, thighs, and stomach.?” Gundham asked

A weird request..but Souda nodded giving him permission.

Gundham rolled up his sleeves, checking his arm. He examined carefully. He moved to the stomach doing the same. Next he pulled his pants down a bit to check the thighs. A sigh of relief let Gundham, as he fixed his lover and wrapped arms around him.

“I’m sorry..” he repeated kissing Souda’s head.

Souda didn’t understand.

“But..why...? .....I thought...”

“What did you think..?”

“We broke up.....”

“Souda Kazichui...I insure you that was not the case...is..that was you wish..?”

“I...I thought it was for the best..”

“The best for you..? Are you unhappy with me..?”

“Don’t you get it.?! This is how it starts...soon we’ll fight more....they’ll get worst....they’ll get violent....we’re just going to be in an endless cycle of screaming and hurting each other...until someone leaves and never comes back...so...I figured...we broke up...and it was for the best...”

Gundham rubbed his thumb against Souda’s cheek “can I ask why you think this is the case for us..?”

“Cause...that what happened to my parents..and ever girlfriend my father brought home....like father like son....”

“You are nothing like that foul demon...you are my dark prince who’s the most loving and caring person in the world to me..I do not intend to be leaving you cause you believe this is the case for our future. Maybe couples have their quarrels, this was our first big one, I will not lie, there will be more to come, but they will not be the same. I will tell you why you are nothing like that demon. Cause I am Also nothing like your mother or those women. Our realtionship is not a reflection of the past ones you’ve grown up seeing. Do you understand me.?”

Souda played with the bandaged on Gundham’s arms, taking in every word he said.

It was a lot but...Souda has come a long way since they started dating.

“I think.....” Souda slowly spoke out “but I’m still scared...”

“That’s ok” Gundham pecked his head “we have something they don’t. Communication. With that we can avoid fights, and even when they happen, we can still talk it out after we are both cooled.”

Souda wrapped his arms and legs around Gundham tightly “I’m sorry too...”

“I forgive you” Gundham placed kissing on his temples

“Babies...I want to cuddle with you and our babies..” Souda sniffled

“We can cuddle with them later on the couch. Right now I want you all to myself my beloved”

Souda nodded and buried his face in the crook of Gundham’s neck.

It was warm again, his heart still hurt, but he could feel it slowly heal being next to Gundham.

“I love you for always my beloved”

“Always.? No matter how tough the going gets.?”

“Through thick and thin, you will always have my love”

“Damn you and your poetry speaking” Souda gave weak chuckle “I love you too Gundham..so much”

[sanchoyo]

danny phantom episode 4-7 Thoughts: (under a readmore because, these got kinda long!)

-the outfit danny had to buy for dash's party. CLASSIC 2000S i cannot stop laughing. And also showing up to the party and everyone is dressed like the trio is hilarious. and further proof that everyone looks good dressed goth.

-dash has a closet full of cute lil bear plushies?? LOVE that. adorable. also his response to danny trashing his room fighting a ghost was SO valid if somone BROKE MY BED IN HALF ID BE PISSED TOO.

-technus being like 'oh smart, u should be a tutor!' then later being like 'forget tutor, be a teacher!' :) supportive king <3 I also really like his upgraded suit/design. AND SPOCK CAMEO??? HELLO??

-the music in this show is super. its so funky. I looked it up and the guy who does it, guy moon (awesome name) also did music for other cartoons like fairly odd parents, barnyard, chalkzone, billy & mandy, AND some actual movies like FIGHT CLUB??? the whiplash I got from reading that)

-sam being rich explains a lot about her, actually.

-I know the moral of the episode was supposed to be 'dont ditch your friends for popular people/spend a lot of money on clothes that arent You to Fit In'. but tbh. it wouldve been easy for danny to have been like 'well, okay, ill come but only if my friends can!' but I get. that hes 14. so. not a lot to say there.

-BOX GHOST IS BACK!!!!! also, danny sitting up and wearing the dress/wig/makeup. umm thats how I dress everyday LMFAO. unironically me. (hate the jokes that boil down to 'haha funney man in dress' tho. but this is a look)

-jazz being protective of her brother once again being like NOOO YOU GUYS BETTER NOT STAKE OUT HIS (actually haunted) LOCKER!! shes aware of how people perceive him and she wants to help :( which is also probably why she told dash to invite him to that party even tho she had no interest in going!! she wants to help him out :(

-gotta say im with tucker on the whole 'should danny use his powers to get back at bullies' debate. 100% yes. let him teach kids to fight back. making dash throw his food at paulina out of the blue? no. but when hes actually about to pick on someone? yeah! for self defense? YEAH! if dash and his friends just threw food at him, I think rather than. idk doing sneaky shit with frogs he couldve just threw it back and not pulled punches if they tried to fight. I kNOOWWW its a kids show so they are like 'if u fight back ur just as bad!! violence bad!!' but. theyre HIS POWERS. WHO CARES.

-like my only gripe is that dash really isnt LEARNING ANYTHING WHEN DANNY GETS BACK AT HIM IN THE MOST PETTY INDIRECT WAYS. whatever they had to add a bully psa episode I guess. I hate it and I hate the way cartoons usually handle it because these methods simply Do Not Work. 'aND YouRE USinG YOur poWErs FOR EVill???!' this is Not Evil. even when poindexter takes dannys body, theyre only being 'nice' bc hes stealing soda for them!! bitches deserve what they get (nothing too brutal bc theyre high schoolers but damn, if they pick on danny he doesnt need to be the 'bigger person' he needs to start biting people)

-SAM TRYING TO SMUGGLE FROGS OUT OF THE BIO LAB?? girl in middle school when we had to dissect frogs we could opt out, also, they came to us already dead and preserved...

-sidney's lingo and the fact hes in black and white is sending me. also, danny is a ghost celebrity apparently for being a halfa?? ok. thats interesting to know

-the DENTIST BEING EXCITED ABOUT THE COTTON CANDY FLOOD IS THE FUNNIEST THING SO FAR.

-I LOOOVE the trope of 'wishes gone wrong'. not crazy about the stereotypical genie, or the use of the dreamcatcher looking design. (also, I KNOW theyre scientists but the way theyre handling a cold...are the fentons ANTIVAX)

-the genie. she. whitewished paulina. JKASDFHKJ. (the ghost literally just being hello kitty???? im dying) 'why do i feel that im special and wonderful? because I AM! <3' paulina ilu self worth queen. felt bad for her also getting possessed by (2) boys later who were arguing INSIDE HER. WTF.

-imagine being the guy trapped in his now flying car. he thought danny and tucker were HALUCINATIONS. imagine being trapped in a flying car with two, what you think are imaginary arguing 14 year olds convinced ur gonna die. i WOULD say this dude is gonna need so much therapy, but he seemed totally fine and excited when they landed (I would be happy too if a chicken was on my head. chickens rule) stoner rights

-sam's bat slippers??? iconic. SO cute.

-I think desiree's backstory is so :( do all ghosts have messed up sad backstories?? poindexter's was sad too...cannot imagine box ghost has any kind of fucked up backstory. but what if. his mom got pushed off cliffs by boxes...........a la cruella... anyway her 'no man may lay a hand on me' iconic. ilu

-I know danny has no concept of how much bras cost but my god dont attack tucker with some girls bra. those are so expensive.

-its really. well its not a GOOD THING he went into the portal and got fucked up, but its good danny was the one to do it rather than sam or tucker. because even tho he was being influenced by desiree and kept getting more malicious and it prob wasnt 100% him...he sucked as a ghost like most the people he 'pranked' were innocent ppl just Chillin and he didnt want to help anyone at all. I think danny is the most responsible out of them but also, hes 14 and shouldnt HAVE to feel obligated to fight every ghost. hes a good kid and wants to, but I also feel like he feels like...responsible for the portal turning on?? because his parents did give it up,, but it was an accident and not his fault (if anything, why was the on switch on the inside. why was it that easy. why was there no safety measures. that seems like smth OSHA needs to hear about). like thats my son. hes a good boy. and hes never done anything wrong in his life, ever. if anyone hurts him im killing everyone in this room and then myself. etc.

-danny's curfew is 10PM????? DUDE. when I was 14...shit I couldn't be out that late, I had to be back at like, 8 at the latest, and my parents had to know exactly where and who I was going with, AND i had to call/text them regularly...is this a case of my parents being overbearing, or the fentons sucking??? the only time i could EVER be out that late was if I was at an overnight sleepover or smth...

-the vultures have lil fezes. why do they have fezes...theyre so fuckin funny 'ask him for directions' 'I KNOW WHERE IM GOING' these ghost vultures are my new grandpas. pick them up, put them in the adopt box.

-'I wonder why those guys were trying to waste dad!' THEYRE GHOSTS. YOUR DAD HUNTS GHOSTS. why is that not a conclusion you'd immediately jump to??

-*jazz voice, clearly disgusted* WISCONSIN???

-mrs fenton with the lab coat and leg warmers and PERM. YESSS STYLISH.

-was going to say 'ew billionaire' @vlad but. super valid he used his powers to assumedly steal and cheat to get that money, thats how all billionaires do it! but ew hes a SIMP. and spending your billions on FOOTBALL STUFF?? you are Not Valid overall. I DO respect the fact you have a castle instead of a mansion. in wisconsin. if youre going to be stupidly rich might as well go all out, torches on the wall and all. I DO like his ghost form's little kitty ears. catman. and his cape! every design can benefit from a cape. and how different his forms look, like danny looks the EXACT SAME IN BOTH FORMS ASIDE FROM COLOR CHANGES. vlad's is like,, I could believe they were different people!! also I love the drama. but dude you are fighting a 14 year old. lame. also he was like, telling danny he wanted his mom and him and like, wanted him to renounce his dad?? WHAT ABOUT JAZZ?? bitch. those r MY kids and they are both important and special. I do agree they need better parents but thats not u sir <3

-I thought vlad's 'little badger' nickname for danny came from the football mascot of the packers, but google says they have NO MASCOT?? so now I'm like?? is it because his hair is sometimes black and sometimes white?? I hate to give him props but thats a PERFECT NICKNAME. theyre also tiny and vicious!

-why did I get so excited that Skulker is back!! its been like. 2-3 eps LMAO. AND THE DAIRY KING. ICONIC I LOVE HIM. hes the nicest guy ever :) more nice ghosts please. danny cannot be fighting alone everytime with no ghost buds like every ghost being hostile sucks :(

-mr. fenton knew vlad was controlling him, but a few episodes ago he had no clue danny was doing the same thing...is it something about how malicious the ghost is?? he just seemed to think his memory had gaps the first time, this time he was INSTANTLY LIKE 'GHOST'. then again in this ep when danny did it again he was just slightly confused but not immediately freaking out like he did with vlad possessing him!!

-'my parents will accept ME NO MATTER WHAT' so. so why haven't you come out to them yet, danny?? if you really think that?? if theres no harm, and you're sure??? if vlad is a real problem, wouldnt that make dealing with him easier, to expose him???? SO WHY HAVENT YOU COME OUT YET?? COULD IT BE,, MAYBE YOU HAVE DOUBTS ABOUT WHETHER YOUR PARENTS ACTUALLY WILL ACCEPT YOU??? 🤔 ... 🏳‍🌈 I get why people say He Is Trans. I totally totally get u danny.

-sorta unrelated, but it just occurred to me in one of these eps they go to casper HIGH not casper middle school??? theyre 14?? dont highschools usually do ages 15-18? (I didnt go to hs so I might be wrong, if I am ignore this...) freshmen are usually 14-15, could just be a case of them not turning 15 yet but they will sometime in the school year (I say they because tucker said he was 14 too)? I know the show has 3 seasons, so by the end of it will they be older? thatd be neat but usually cartoon characters stay the same age...I love shows where you can see the characters age and grow up, though...three seasons seems like a long time to spend on like, 1 year...

[lissalizzie]

Okay so a couple of days ago I made a post about how I couldn't write fanfics about Chishiya because I couldn't imagine him as a guy who would be in a romance without sacrificing his girlfriend for a card or visas, and some very cool person suggested me to write an angst...AND I DID ahahahaha.

Ookay, somethings you should know now: I'm Brazilian and I speak Portuguese, I learned English by myself and this is the first time I try writing anything in English so IM SORRY IF I MADE ANY MISTAKE

Second thing would be

THIS IS ANGST SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT OR IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BAD OR UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE DON'T READ IT

It also contains death, psychological manipulation and violence

Please dont romanticize it too, it's not a romance story, it's just the conditions I imagined for Chishiya to be involved with someone

Chishiya x Reader

You were hurt... So hurt you couldn't even begin to explain that feeling.

It was true You were somehow grateful because you were alive at least... Your friends couldn't say the same, and neither all those people you saw dying every fucking game.  But you just couldn't... Not to think about how pointless was being alive and alone at that place... Alive, alone and fucking in love with a person who had an Ice cube in a shape of a card in the place of his heart.

You knew from day 1 when you met Chishiya and Kuina at the Beach, when that boy with the mysterious look came to you for the first time for "a talk" that nothing good could come from that. Nothing, except, maybe, for Kuina's friendship... She, who was the first person who notices the mess you was doing and tried to stop you... As the great blind stubborn you were, You just didn't listen at the time... You was at a fucking game world, playing for your life almost everyday, dealing with deaths and losing people... Missing the ones you loved the most, those ones you didn't even know if were or weren't alive... You could deal with a stuck up  boy, because that's everything you thought he was... Your mistake... Well, You've recently discovered You're pretty damn good in making mistakes here.

Chishiya discovered yout feelings because at some point you couldn't manage to fight for your life and hide it... He noticed and started to be there for you after every game, specially the harder ones. He didnt talk anything, he just was there... He didnt touch you either, but he got to spend more and more time looking at you while you both were on bed... Those eyes, just as cold as him.

You didnt touch him, but you imagined he would be just as cold as that look... But you also believed he would be that deep... Like oceans. Chishiya was a grey ocean that you wanted so much, and every day more, to know...

You was so fragile, so fragile when he touched your skin for the first time, twice... The first time with his hands that wasn't cold at all which just made you want him nearer... The second time with the lips that came from your face to your mouth.

The boy must've planned that for weeks, you could see that now, in fact, now you understand that must be the reason why he looked so much at you. You was that school subject Chishiya probably didnt have any interest on but really had to study to pass the test... So he did... And you did...

And for the first time since you fell into that hell you felt alive, you felt like someone, just one person was there, and that Chishiya cared... And that  he would do for you just as much that you would do for him.

You were so blind and in love... He started saying things about plans and you were so happy cause you thought that meant he trusted you...  The first time he mentioned you on a plan you couldn't stop smiling, you were finally a part of someone's life there, it was like having a purpose again... And also being with him felt so much like action and... Not knowing about the next second because he was so... cloudy.

God, if only you could talk to yourself in the past, if only you have stopped for a second and gave that situation a better look... You felt so dumb now...

Well when he asked you to go to that place at night you... Just went, because you trusted him with your life by now. You knew somewhere deep in your heart that you shouldn't... Not just him but anyone... But it was a need, you were alone for a long time and then you found him... And then he started acting that way with you... He caught you out of guard...

It was silent, you didnt understand why you should be there, but the fact is that you were so afraid. Chishiya only said to be there and walk... It wasnt that much, but just as fast as you got there, you felt something on your back and then everything was dark.

When you woke up, you were in a room and Niragi, just with a couple of other important people -you just knew they were important because they were with the Hatter, the only one you could recognize besides Niragi because of the colors of his clothes.- You barely could see, actually, your eyes were still dealing with the lights.

- So that's the little bitch, huh? - You could listen to Hatter's voice. He came near of you and showed you a couple of cards. - Trying to steal from me ? You bastard really thought you could steal from me and just run away ?

You just didnt understand, you didnt had any card with you. You knew what happened to traitors and you always gave your cards to the beach just as you was told.

-B-But... I give my cards to you, I know I do. I'm not dumb

- Oh honey, dont play the stupid card. We found the cards with you, you were running away... You have many here... You haven't been to all this games lately, have you ? Have you been stealing from someone else, darling? - Hatter seemed to be genuinely angry and you were so afraid to say anything.

-I...

- Yes... - And you heard that familiar voice... That was Chishiya but you were hoping he would only come to help you... - My cards have been disappearing as I told you. I connected that it happened after every game I played with her after we became close... That's when I came to talk to you... - That was so much information you couldn't even handle. Chishiya betrayed you, lied about you and used you as his little toy just so he could... Distract people while he was doing whatever he was really planning and wasn't telling you... It was so clear... Oh God you felt so dumb and now it was like all your fights for being alive in that place had no value at all... Because you let yourself get caught by that stupid feeling...

Chishiya looked at you with the same cold eyes as always, no guilt... You wasn't expecting any, not after that.

- Well.. Death for the traitors, that's what you've been told - Hatter was just ready to give the orders to Niragi and you didnt really think you deserved to die by the hands of such a disgusting person

At that point you could only cry cause you knew it wasn't worth it to try arguing... Chishiya was too damn smart and there would be no evidence of mistakes if you knew him...

- She was stealing from me, right ? So I think I have the right to end this with my own hands? - Everyone got so surprised because Chishiya wasnt exactly the kind of guy who got involved with the dirty part of the job.

- Are you sure about this ? - Hatter never really doubted about Chishiya because he knew how much about himself he didnt show people... So Yes, killing someone because of a couple of cards didn't surprise him at all, maybe because he would do the same. - Whatever... Just be done with it by the morning... And dont even think about playing any kind of game Chishiya... You could be the next one.

Chishiya wasnt even listening. Niragi seemed literally so frustrated but, at some point, all people left.

Chishiya caught the gun that was above the table and came near you. You were crying silently but so hard... - What do you want? You wanna torture me now? Seeing me playing the stupid in love all this time wasnt enough for you? You want to literally kill me? How did you do that? - You were screaming, at that point you didnt care if someone would hear.

- You don't understand, right? - And then he showed a couple of cards, this time, one of each... Oh god... He literally used you to get Hatters's cards. - I'm sorry you made the wrong choices... But I needed to to this... I want to get out of here just as much as you...  About the plan... You know I have access to the cards after the games... It's not that hard to steal the repeated ones, they don't pay that much attention on them... And also, just after I did it, I came to talk to Hatter about my card disappearing so the he wouldn't miss anything... It wasnt that har actually, it was just a distraction... But you know so much about me and my plans so I couldn't let you alone with Niragi or any of those people cause they're so dumb they might believe you and that's would be a problem for me... So

- You bastard, What do you think you are? God? You think you can just come and sacrifice people? - You wanted to beat him so hard it almost gave you the strength to break that stupid string around you. He just smiled that way you used to love but now make you nauseous.

- If I were god... I wouldn't allow people as easy to manipulate as you to live with the others, darling... Dont blame me for trusting the person everyone told you that shouldn't be trusted... Now... Let's get this done. - He pointed the gun at your forehead and you screamed as you closed your eyes.

- Please... Please Chishiya. I didnt mean anything for you at all?

- There's no meaning when there's no feeling, y/n... You're not in high school, you're playing for your life, and so am I... And you lost. I'm so sorry for you. - For the first time he seemed to be nervous but you couldn't see much anyway... He pulled the trigger... And then it was over.

[romanceimp]

Pregnant s/o hcs: Mirio, Bakugo, Todoroki, Midoriya, Iida, Tamaki

SFW, just super fluffy 

Mirio:

If you don’t think this man is tearing up when you tell him... uhhh you’d be wrong

He is crying over you and so happy, will kneel and just kiss your tummy 

And when you’re in bed that night going to sleep, every few minutes he will nuzzle in closer and whisper, “hey guess what? We’re gonna have a baby” 

Anytime he says he loves you now he says it to your tummy too 

“I love you Y/n, I love that you are mine and I love that you’re going to be the mother of my child” *bends down* “And I love you too baby” 

He will have a really hard time waiting until the second trimester to tell anyone but once he is able, everyone will know, and he’s going to have a party in your honor. 

He will treat you like a queen, back rubs and foot rubs...

I feel like when you first tell him you’re pregnant he will come home a few days later with a box... when you open it, it’s a maternity dress, and its actually really pretty, with lace and silk, and nice and stretchy... 

“I know you don’t need it now, but I saw it when I was out and thought it would look perfect on you...”

He will compliment you every second of every day, will trace your stretch marks and tell you they make you beautiful because it’s all part of you becoming a mother, it’s a natural tattoo, a reminder of how you’re growing a life inside you

He will want to throw a gender reveal party 

And no, it can’t be as simple as balloons popping out of a box, he’s gotta have something extravagant to celebrate like fireworks, monster trucks, or a paid actor dressed as a baby

You’re having his baby! This is a pinnacle moment in his life and he is not about to have some basic ass party

Mirio is definitely the kind of guy who thinks you can’t have sex because it could hurt the baby, you will have to make a very embarrassing call to your doctor about that... 

He is looking forward to owning dad sandals (who are we kidding he prolly already does)

Bakugo:

This man will shit himself, make sure he is sitting down

“Bakugo... I’m pregnant”

“Hah?” 

“I’m having a baby! You’re gonna be a dad”

He’s really happy and excited, he has no doubt you’ll be an amazing mom but he’s kinda worried about him being a dad... 

Am I fit to raise a kid? Will I be a good dad?

He will probably start working more and almost go on over drive... He will start coming home later, picking up earlier shifts... And when you ask him, “Katsuki, are you not happy about the baby?”  He will kinda break down and tell you “No of course I’m fucking happy about the baby, I just want the world to be safe for our kid... and I only have 8 months till then and-” He drops to his knees in front of you and he’s tearing up. You’ll get onto your knees too and just hug him, “Katsuki, you can’t fix the world before we have our baby,” you’ll look at him lovingly as he realizes how absurd he was being. “But we can prepare to be the best parents we can be...” “Prepare? We’re already gonna be the best parents.”

Okay, Bakugo hypes up the baby too, like...

“Katsuki, come here! The baby is kicking!” *he puts his hand on your tummy* “Baby’s so strong, just like us,” *grabs you and kisses you* “I knew we made a fucking perfect kid”

He will try kill anyone who oversteps the boundary with the bump (like touching the bump without asking)

“OI EXTRA, you wanna take your fucking hands off my woman and my kid or do  I have to do that for you...” 

Bakugo would be very unnecessarily competitive in birthing class

Will wake you up in the middle of the night at least once, he’s just laying on his back staring wide eyed at the ceiling... “What if I explode the baby?”

You’ll roll over and look at him annoyed, “you won't explode the baby,” 

He will settle again once you give him cuddles 

You cannot tell me that he would not be your biggest cheerleader when you’re actually giving birth, “PUSH, FUCKING PUSH DUMB ASS!” 

Todoroki: 

This man freaks out for a sec... cuz daddy issues. But he has a strong resolve so he will come out of it quickly and decide how to 

“Shoto, you aren’t anything like Endeavor, you’re going to be an amazing dad”

He will be extremely happy, but his excitement will be softer

Everyday after you tell him he says you’re glowing

He will want to cook you special things because it’s healthy for the baby, or so his mother told him

Speaking of his mother, she taught him how to knit when he went to visit her in the hospital so you’ll find him knitting little hats and bootie and jackets for the baby

He will nest just as much, if not more than you do

You’ll find him awake at 3AM trying to put together some bullshit ikea thing for the baby with the tiny allen wrench they give you for free. “Shoto, come back to bed... we can do that in the morning” “But the baby needs somewhere to sleep,” “Yes, and I’m not due for another two months”

Shoto is already so soft but I think he would be softer

Like when you fall asleep on the couch, he gets home and just cuddles up to you and asks your bump how it’s day was. He will talk to the bump until you wake up and then he just pepper your face with kisses.  

He is the only one of all these men who doesn’t shit himself and die when watching the birthing tape. I think he would be calm and say something like “a woman’s body is made to carry and deliver a child, there’s nothing to be frightened of.”

Midoriya: 

When you tell him, he’s gonna cry

He will want to call his mom right away  

Midoriya is the kinda guy to have a box of his things from when he was a kid stored away to give to his child (it’s all All Might merch but, ya know)

He definitely panics and worries if he is going to be a good father but he takes all that anxiety and just turns it into energy to care for you with

He is already signing you up for birthing classes 

This man would take you to all your doctors visits, acupuncture appointments, prenatal massages, and even a strange healing session done in the back room of a health good shop (don’t worry, he checked google reviews, 346 people, and 5 stars) (You weren't sure about it at first, but you felt very at peace afterwards, def worth the 5 star review)

He just really wants you to be happy and healthy

It would be understatement to say he treats you like a queen... he treats you like a goddess, and he tells you everyday how grateful he is that you’re his love and giving him a baby. Especially when you feel insecure about how your body is changing

He will want to make the nursery Hero themed... with an All Might wall decal... you’ll eventually opt for something a little less... exuberant like jungle animals or something. But the compromise is the All Might mobil that spins and says “I am here” while playing twinkle twinkle little star.

He will read to the bump, and sing to it because he wants the baby to know his voice

Will make a ‘goodnight’ song with you for the baby to sing to it every night 

Tenya: 

Tenya is so excited and immediately starts thinking of things he needs to do for you and baby

The day after he will come home with a bag from the store full of prenatal vitamins and herbal teas that are safe to drink 

“My love! I have brought you Evening Primrose supplements, it’s supposed to help with your delivery.” 

I think he has name ideas picked out already and is very excited to show them to you. They are all related to the Iida family.

He would ask his brother for advice and would be so excited to tell him when it’s time. 

Don’t even worry about pregnancy brain. Iida’s got you, he will help you remember everything you need to know and he will be patient with your cloudy thoughts. 

Iida is so matter of fact tho, I can see it coming off as insensitive, especially when you’re dealing with mood swings.

“Darling, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you it’s just that those chips make your stomach hurt and I was only trying to-” “YOU JUST DONT WANT ME TO BE HAPPYYYY!!!!!!” “My darling, I want all the happiness in the world for you, you are the mother of my child, I- please don’t cry” 

He really loves you a lot and he will learn to be a little gentler with you during this phase of the pregnancy

Braxton hicks contractions (the little fake contractions you get during the third trimester, closer to the due date) will send him into panic mode. 

But he is also so organized that he is R E A D Y 

You clutch your stomach and inhale sharply and sit down, he’s already running to get the hospital bag and getting the keys for the car. 

(The hospital bag includes, diapers, baby clothes, blankets, stress balls for you to squeeze during contractions and a birth mix which includes mostly Baroque composers but theres a few taylor swift and harry styles songs because he thinks it would be cool if the baby was born to Adore You, because Iida adores you and that baby so much)

Tamaki:

He is terrified

But ultimately knowing that he has a child on the way actually does wonders for his confidence because he wants his child to have a good example and he doesn’t want the child to inherit his crippling shyness

He really is there for you and much like Shoto, shows it in a soft way

Tamaki is so food oriented already that he is especially considerate of your cravings and would probably try them, no matter how weird they are

Pregnancy makes you super hungry but thats okay because Tamaki is a brilliant cook

Tamaki is also very sensitive to the knowledge that it will change after the baby is born and that he has you all to himself for just a little while longer

He is going to take you on special weekend trips, like a sleepy beach town to just relax and eat good food

He will also take you on extra dates because he just wants to soak up your time together as a couple

He is very aware of how much work you’re doing constantly to carry his child and he will want to spoil you 

“Y-you’re just so beautiful, a-and you chose me, and now you’re carrying my child...I just... I love you so much and thank you for letting me be yours b-because you make me so happy.” 

He will freak out when he sees the birthing tape

“I-I am so sorry, I can’t believe I’ve put you through this... you’re- you-  This is all my fault...” *panic panic panic*

But when you’re actually in labour he is very supportive, he will just apologize while you’re screaming in agony and wish there was something else he could do other than bring you ice chips...

[surfalldaybaby]

”A Very Long and Comprehensive Analysis of Feyre’s Experience w/ Trauma and Abuse

- This is not a kind analysis of Nesta but please still read it if you want. It’s not in the wrong tags tho so please don’t rant about how much you love Nesta. I love that for you. Personally, I hate her. :)

Also- I use many of the quotes that @feysandlover and @dont-rattle-aelin used to prove her point that Nesta is abusive because she pulled many of the really jarring ones. 

I was looking through the Rhysand tag and for some reason someone posted something comparing Nesta and Feyre in terms of their trauma, and they said that Nesta had experienced way more trauma than Feyre and I-

That’s disgusting.

First - don’t compare trauma

Second- they were wrong and lacked critical thinking skills that left out Feyre’s full experience with abuse

Nesta was sexually assaulted ( which nobody talks about enough) and her family’s fortune flipped making them poor overnight. Because of this she fostered anger towards her father. I get that. I sympathize with that. She is then taken away from her life and forcefully changed into fae. I cannot imagine what that felt like for her. It must have been devastating. Her whole identity was shifted in one day and she went from hating fae to being fae. Confusing and overwhelming. She then goes into war and develops PTSD and depression from her experiences. She sees her father die and is unable to reconcile her anger and his death. It’s horrible and I cannot even begin to understand the depth of her emotions here. I have zero issue saying that about Nesta because it’s true she has gone through extaordinary trauma and I cannot imagine how she fully feels. She deals with this trauma in unhealthy ways because they only exacerbate her feelings of worthlessness. Not her fault. However, she also treats Mor and Feyre and Rhys in disrespectful ways and Cassian and her have an unhealthy dynamic where they insult each other. Her and Amren have a shaky and partner like relationship but it is by no means a sturdy one. Az and Nesta don’t seem to have a relationship at all. She has no true healthy relationship with anyone but Elain, and you could argue even that is not truly healthy.

Much of Nesta’s trauma is due to extraneous factors and a multitude or variables. It’s valid and it matters just as much as Feyres. They are both real. However the amount of traumatic experiences she has gone through does not come close to rivaling that of Feyre’s and to even try and compare them is disgusting. Trauma should never be compared but I want to show Feyre’s experience in a broader light to show her development from a scared girl to high lady

Feyre was never an active abuser in any relationship she was always the one being abused. Nesta was abused and she was also the abuser. It is important to point that out because it heavily impacts Feyre’s story.

Also, I believe the reason Feyre became so accustomed and slipped so easily into being a victim to Tamlins abuse is because Feyre was already the victim of emotional abuse from her sisters. We see this everyday, research shows that victims of abuse go back to abusive relationship and form new relationships that center around abuse because they are used to it and find it comforting. This is an extraneous point that you can agree with or can argue against it’s just a personal connection I made. However, it is very evident how Nesta and Elains treatment of Feyre affects her. She has no self confidence, she remains illiterate and with no real knowledge of polite manners ( something important in the real world, something that holds her back from being able to assimilate into the real world), her spirit is broken down at home because she knows  that verbal attacks are going to come and Nesta is going to lash out and say horrible disgusting things to her if she asks her to do something or holds her accountable for her lack of work. She is constantly degraded for everything that she does and it has a pronoucned effect on her psyche throughout the trilogy and novella. 

Like Nesta, Feyre also had to go through her family losing their fortune, she also had to bear the weight of her promise to her mother, she had to support her sisters financially going into the forest alone to hunt animals just as big as herself at 14. She never had money for herself because her sisters took it from her. Like they literally took all her money to buy things they did not need, leaving Feyre with basically nothing.

“I’d love a new cloak,” Elain said at last with a sigh, at the same moment Nesta rose and declared: “I need a new pair of boots.””“I kept quiet, knowing better than to get in the middle of one of their arguments, but I glanced at Nesta’s still-shiny pair by the door. Beside hers, my too-small boots were falling apart at the seams, held together only by fraying laces... I drowned them out as they began quarreling over who would get the money the hide would fetch tomorrow…”

 And Nesta complains and whines and doesn’t stop gaslighting Feyre because of her lack of hard work. But, she doesn’t want to do work herself because she thinks it’s beneath her. 

“I thought you were going to chop wood today. Nesta picked at her long, neat nails. “I hate chopping wood. I always get splinters. She glanced up from beneath her dark lashes. Of all of us, Nesta looked the most like our mother—especially when she wanted something. “Besides, Feyre,” she said with a pout, “you’re so much better at it! It takes you half the time it takes me. Your hands are suited for it—they’re already so rough.” My jaw clenched. “Please,” I asked, calming my breathing, knowing an argument was the last thing I needed or wanted. “Please get up at dawn to chop that wood.” I unbuttoned the top of my tunic. “Or we’ll be eating a cold breakfast.” Her brows narrowed. “I will do no such thing!”

She doesn’t care about Feyre or the fact that starving is their new reality. Poverty is what they live in. We all know if Feyre didn’t go hunting Nesta would be furious at Feyre and belittle her and make her feel small and responsible for their hunger.

“Take those disgusting clothes off.” 

“Any bit of praise for anyone—me, Elain, other villagers—usually resulted in her dismissal.”

“Is there a problem, Feyre?” She flung my name like an insult, and my jaw ached from clenching it so hard.”

“You stink like a pig covered in its own filth. Can’t you at least try to pretend that you’re not an ignorant peasant?”c“Take those disgusting clothes off.” 

“What do you know?” Nesta breathed. “You’re just a half-wild beast with the nerve to bark orders at all hours of the day and night. Keep it up, and someday—someday, Feyre, you’ll have no one left to remember you, or to care that you ever existed.” She stormed off, Elain darting after her, cooing her sympathy. 

Then Tamlim comes and kidnaps her. More trauma. She falls in love with him, I think partly because of Stockholm Syndrome and also because he shows her a level of kindness that she was not given at home, and then he disappears so she has to go back to her life with her sisters. Her sisters have all the benefits of her being stolen away bcs Feyre was able to provide their old house and wealth back through Tamlin’s gift. Her sisters literally never did anything to provide for themselves or help their father or sister. If you really think about that situation as a whole it’s devastating. Then she goes to save Tamlin and finds that her home and her loved one was basically destroyed. She goes to save him.

While under the mountain Amarantha humiliates and tortures her for fun. She makes her run around trying to get away from a monster, her illiteracy is exploited for amusement while she is under pressure of death by fire, she is forced to kill fae in order to save her love, and she has to suffer with her injuries in a basement where everyone is rooting against her.

Then she fucking dies. And like Nesta she is forced to become fae in order to survive. Like she can’t catch a break. Her whole life has really just been horrible and so traumatic. A series of abuses.

That’s not even all! She goes home and is deeply depressed and struggling with PTSD and Tamlin, who she literally was tortured and died to save, takes advantage of her sexually because he is too scared to acknowledge that she is struggling. He uses her body for his pleasure while she throws up every night after he leaves her bedroom due to the nightmares she gets from saving hundreds of fae. She is also forced to fit into a box that she doesn’t want- wearing dresses, pretending to be happy, becoming a figurehead as Tamlins bride knowing that it means she will have to be submissive and have children. Lucien emotionally abused her and ignores her obvious depression because of his own fear of what Tamlin would say. He is a bystander. She is so broken that she stops caring about everything, even painting, the one thing she always loved. Then he traps her in his house which is traumatizing again because she was just trapped under the mountain! Even the people she loved, the people she trusted, continually can’t stop abusing her.

She finds happiness and stability later on after intensive work on herself, and months of building healthy relationships, but she is still troubled because of the guilt she feels from the townsfolks anger and their sense of righteousness for her actions even though she did the best she could in every circumstance. When she goes to try and save those townspeople it becomes clear that Nesta still hates her. She shows Feyre no kindness. The only reason she is allowed to use the house, the one that Feyre got for them, was because of Elain. Even after that Nesta insults her repeatedly for being fae. Those statments from the first book that I quoted higher up in this post are just a small part of how she speaks to Feyre in the following three books after she finds out that she is fae. Even after Feyre saves her and supports her she continues abusing and blaming Feyre. She continues to insult. degrade, shame, and humiliate her to uplift her own lack of self worth. Its a technique to stop her own insecurity and depression but it is in no way excusable. It’s no wonder Rhysand hates her. She abused his mate for years- something that he experienced under the mountain (shame, gaslighting, and humiliation). That is her life. She goes on to see her father murdered. She suffered so much in such a short amount of time is a wonder she wasn’t more broken.

Don’t come to me saying Nesta experienced more trauma to prove your point that Nesta is a good person and not responsible for her actions because she “feels to much” and is a woman that is cruel, and prideful, and unapologetic “bcs that’s who she is.” She has to be held accountable for her actions, her attitude, and her lack of words and apologies to everyone she wronged- especially her sister.

Feyre sacrifices her childhood, her body, her mental health, and her life in order to provide the stability that her sisters felt was their norm. They are inherently priviledged because of that sacrifice. They felt and still feel entitled to her money, and her loyalty, and that of her friends and mate. They survive because of Feyre. And Feyre never once called them out on their behavior, not even when they continually disrespected her after she provided them with a place to live and money to live off of. This was due to her feelings of guilt and the trauma that she had continually been victim to as a child and in Tamlins court.

Some of y’all use the excuse that they never asked Feyre to do any of that and I’m genuinely appalled that that is even a response to her genuine sacrifice. Her mother asked her to take care of them. Nobody was stepping up. Nesta was not going to go into the forest and neither was Elain, both for different but equally disappointing reasons. They both would have let the family starve. Also, Nesta and Elain were both older than her. Elain and Nesta as Feyre’s old sisters should have, and had a responsibility, to ensure that Feyre didn’t have to do what she did. Their apathy and ungrateful attitude is disgusting. Disgusting and unforgivable. Sure, Feyre may have been able to do it but she never should have had to. The three of them should have figured out a plan of equal work to give and take and survive. Y’all saying that Feyre never had to do that I- ... do you not have a family? Do you not have loved ones? You don’t have to do something to help your family, but you do it anyway because you love them and you hate to see them suffer. It’s just that usually you aren’t being exploited and taken advantage of at 14, for years on end, because the sentiment is usually reciprocated.

Perhaps if they had taken better care of their younger sister she would not have been in the woods and killed the fae. Perhaps all three of them would have bore the brunt of their fathers injury together and made a family. Perhaps if she hadn’t killed the fae in the forest when she was starving due to her sisters laziness, Elain and Nesta would never have been forced into being fae.

They neglected Feyre. They aren’t as responsible for her as their father ofc but they actively neglected her and Nesta even slut shamed her for her consensual sexual relationship with Isaac. The one thing she had that her sisters couldn’t take and Nesta called her filthy and disgusting for it.

“At least I don’t have to resort to rutting in the hay with Isaac Hale like an animal.” 

Nesta remains unapologetic and to me she is not a feminist character. Sarah J Mass tried to use her as that trope to fulfill her idea of a “powerful woman” icon but she’s just a cruel and traumatized woman who people let off the hook. She gets away with it because she gaslights other characters while taking no responsibility for herself. She was abused and traumatized herself but that’s never an excuse for her in turn abusing someone else.

Now I don’t mean to say that Nesta or Elain are irredeemable. Frankly I think they both have potential to be good characters if they just apologized to Feyre in the next book, and really put those sentiments into actions. I do think Nesta is a bad person right now, I think she’s an abuser. And I think it’s hard for abusers to change their pattern of abuse. Elain is less of an outright abuser and more complicit in the abuse. I don’t know if either of them can change, but they definitely won’t if people keep letting them off the hook for their disgusting behavior. I am not impressed or charmed by either of them. Until they show a hint of gratitude and remorse to their sister because as y’all can tell she went through hell to make sure they were taken care of. Not to say that they didn’t do anything for Feyre. They both  had important roles to play in the war, and they do have their moments of kindness and bravery and showed they cared for Feyre but abusers can be kind and considerate and brave one minute and then switch up just as fast. It’s about showing a consistent pattern of respect and love. 

Just because Feyre took care of Elain and Nesta their whole damn life does not mean she has to be responsible for them as high lady. Also she is not responsible for knowing how to deal with their trauma. Her own abuse, and lack of real world experience- because Nesta and Elain never taught her to read, and Nesta continually degraded and made cruel remarks to Feyre about her lack of manners “ disgusting pig, take off your clothes didn’t anyone teach you ...” (manners she didn’t develop because she was in the forest)- means she is not perfect at confronting Nestas PTSD or depression. Feyre’s intention was always good, whereas you can’t tell me that Nestas was good and pure. She is not exempt from being respectful and kind because she is hurt and has mental illnesses. She is not exempt from apologizing because she “feels to much.”

This applies to all of the IC as well. They are all healing. They all experienced trauma that rivals what Feyre went through. It’s no wonder they built a family from that shared bond. They are healing together- not healed. Nesta is not entitled to Feyre’s care or her friends kindness. She is not entitled to be added into the group painting or their secret jokes or parties because she continues to push them all away. Then she insults them and disrespects them. The inner circle has already suffered so much they are not exactly going to be open to accepting Nesta knowing her history and her current actions and remarks, and the history of the IC. Do y’all not remember Mors family nailing a stake into her body for losing her virginity? Or Cassian, Az, and Rhys being forced to bond together to survive, being called bastards, and being ganged up on by all their peers? Rhys being sexually abused for 50 years and seeing his parents murdered? Az being stuck in a basement so long he became the shadows and his hands being burned so badly they were hard to look at? Or Amren being in the wrong body for centuries and still she and all of the IC remain a family because they try to understand each other and their experiences. Nesta was not only rude to them she was cruel and spiteful, especially to their high lady, and they don’t need an excuse, but especially as victims of abuse, they are not perfect, and they sure as hell are not obligated to embrace Nesta into their family. The IC and Feyre deserve better.

A lot of people have posed the argument that if Nesta was male everyone would love her but I disagree. If an older brother let his sister go hunting alone in the woods for years while sitting on his ass, slut shamed her and called her dirty and disgusting, blamed her for her family’s poverty and spoke to her like she was trash for years and years, verbally and emotionally belittled her, felt entitled to her possessions and her kindness while they were both struggling to heal from abuse, predisposes his sister to accepting abuse as a form of relationship, and then rather than apologize “steels [her] back” and says nothing-not even an apology or a thank you for saving their life tenfold- he would never even have gotten a redemption story, or a mate, let alone a 700 page book. He would be the most hated character in the series but because it’s Nesta and she’s a woman and y’all pose her as this feminist it’s okay that shes abusive all throughout the series.

[thechangeling]

The Box

Tiberius Blackthorn had gotten quite good at compartmentalizing. Pretending that things weren't happening, that they didn't effect him. Pretending that he didn't feel. It was almost like flicking a switch. If things got too painful or too real he just turned it off. Closed his eyes and told himself over and over.

This isn't real. This isn't really happening. This doesn't matter. I don't care.

She isn't really dead. I don't miss him. I don't love him. Over and over until the pain stopped. Ty could usually make it last for awhile. Until something brought up an unpleasant memory or feeling and then he had to start all over again.

Being around Kit again was certainly making this worse.

Kit, in true Herondale fashion was in deep trouble with multiple people. As it turned out, he was the first heir and now a bunch of people were trying to either kill or kidnap him. So now a bunch of shadowhunters and downworlders had banded together to help him defeat his enemies and keep him safe. Ty had made a huge fuss to Drusilla about being forced to help. But secretly they both knew that he would rather die then let anything happen to Kit.

So now Kit was here, back in the Los angeles institute and currently sitting at the breakfast table with that vampire friend of his and Dru. She seemed to be very adamantly telling a story and Kit was laughing hysterically. Ty felt his heart turning over in his chest at the sound. He had to fight the urge to smile.

It isn't real. I don't love him. This isn't real.

Having him this close was torture. Hearing him laugh, watching him train, watching him flirt, watching him try not to cry in front of the others. There were so many times that Ty wanted to just reach out and touch him. Run his fingers through Kit's hair, trace the curve of his cupid's bow, hold him in his arms. It was a burning, suffocating ache.

Ty leaned back against his perch up on the windowsill. He had asked Livvy to give him some space to be alone. He was doing a decent job of blending into the background with his black clothing and dark hair. Or maybe they were just ignoring him. Ty pushed away that thought.

Suddenly he felt the weight of someone hopping up beside him. They made no noise or attempts to get his attention. Ty could hear the faint sound of Under Pressure coming out of headphones.

Alyssa.

Alyssa Reyes was the werewolf from Maia's pack who had been assigned to essentially be the scholomance's liaison to the downworld and help educate future centurions about downworlder affairs. She hadn't exactly been happy about this situation and had been pretty hostile towards most of them for awhile. But she and Ty had bonded over both being autistic, and also being queer. He could honestly say that meeting Alyssa had changed his life.

He turned to face her. She was staring up at the sky, mouthing along to the words of the song. Her black wireless headphones were slud over her ears and her dark waves were tied up into a low bun. She was excitedly fiddling with the straps of her white crop top which contrasted nicely against her golden brown skin. He stared at her for awhile, just basking in her presence.

He was sad that she was going back to New York in a week. He was really going to miss her.

Eventually she turned her gaze on him, sliding her headphones down. "You have all the best hiding spots" she confessed with a smile. 'Also I figured it was time to come interrupt your lurking because it was just getting a little sad." Ty rolled his eyes at her.

"I wasn't lurking! I'm literally just sitting here!" He protested worrying instantly that they were speaking too loudly. But everyone else was deeply preoccupied with their conversations and also they were several feet away. He stole a quick glance at Kit again and practically felt Alyssa disapproval radiating off of her. Ty turned back to face her displeased expression.

When Ty had first met Alyssa she was scared and standoffish but had quickly warmed up to him. He often described her as having pure magic in her warm brown eyes, so much excitement and life practicing buzzing out of her. But now her eyes were cold and dark. She seemed angry.

"I have just about had enough of this Ty" she announced. It's clear to me how much you want him, how much you love him, so why don't you just go talk to him already?"

Ty sighed, avoiding her gaze. "I can't."

She flailed her hands haphazardly. "What do you mean you can't Ty? You can. You just won't! I'm so sick of this!" She shouted.

Ty spared a panicked glance back at the kitchen table, but they hadn't looked their way. Still Ty hopped down from the ledge.

"Here, follow me" he said to Alyssa, pulling her off the ledge. She didn't protest. She allowed him to lead her out of the kitchen and into the hallway.

"Look" he began, "I don't want to talk to Kit alright? I'm still mad at him. I'm not just going to let that go." He explained. Alyssa just stared back at him.

There was a long drawn out pause where neither of them spoke. Ty wasn't that concerned. Long drawn out pauses were kind of their thing.

"Ok" she said slowly. "I need to tell you something that you might not be ready to hear. In fact it's probably going to make you really angry. But I need you to listen."

Ty had no idea what to say to that. But Aylssa kept on talking.

"Ty you need to get over yourself" she stated simply.

Ty bristled instantly. Rage flooded through his entire being. Who the fuck did she think she was? And to hear this from Alyssa of all people. Didnt she understand why he was so hurt? Why he was so angry?

Alyssa kept going before he could yell at her, stepping towards him slightly. "Listen to me Tiberius Blackthorn. I understand your pain, better than anyone else most likely. I understand your anger. I feel it to. I feel it everyday. The way the world treats us it's like little jagged cuts everyday, slowly whittling us down into nothing." Her voice broke. Her eyes were brimmed with tears.

"But I need you to ask yourself something" she continued shakely. "I need you to ask yourself, did Kit Herondale really do this? All of this? Is all of this really his fault? Something that we talk about a lot in therapy is putting the blame where it belongs. Recognize what was caused by which person and how much fault really lies with the person you're mad at. I know you don't want to forgive him because you're hurting and your also so fucking stubborn love" she laughed despite the fact that her eyes were filled with tears.

"You refuse to move. And I know why you do that because you think if you move, you will be admitting defeat. Admitting weakness. But you aren't Ty. You are saving yourself" She reached for him but shot backwards, shaking his head. He couldn't believe her. Maybe somewhere deep down he knew that she was probably right but he didn't care. He didnt care about what he knew anymore. All he could think about was the pain he felt.

"Please" she whispered "It isn't healthy to hold a grudge for this long. It isn't good for you. It isn't good for your soul." Alyssa wiped her eyes and stood up straighter, hardening her voice. "I know you're fed up with everything, and the same things keep happening over and over again. But here's the thing. Kit isn't responsible for what Paige did to you or what your father did, or your uncle or anyone else." Ty instantly began to shake at the mention of Paige Ashdown. He could feel all if those instances coming back to him. All of those kid memories he had tried to repress.

Whenever Ty had something horrible and traumatic happen to him. Everytime someone laughed in his face, everytime someone whispered behind his back or called him a slur. Every time someone made him doubt if he was really loved. Every autistic hate crime, every murder, every debate over the concept of his soul and whether it really existed. Livvy's death. Everything that happened that day on the beach. What Kit had said to him. Kit leaving him. He took all of it, all the bad memories, all of the pain and heartbreak. He took it and shoved it into some deep place inside of him. He usually envisioned a box of some sort. He shoved it all inside of that box, shut the lid and buried it.

This isn't real. This didn't happen. This isn't happening.

Ty's entire body was vibrating now. Alyssa put her hand on his shoulder. "Listen to me. Kit Herondale is not your enemy. He isn't trying to drown you or ship you off to an institution or shove you into ABA. And I know what you're thinking, that's a pretty fucking low bar and I know!" She exclaimed. "I know! But we have to start somewhere Ty. We have to start somewhere or else we will never get anywhere. That kid is so fucking in love with you and yes he does not deserve a gold medal for doing so, but he is fighting like hell to win you back."

That much was true. Kit had been trying to talk to him all week, but Ty kept brushing him off. It wasn't enough, he always told himself. It wasnt enough. He wasnt actually sure if Kit really loved him. He just refused to believe it.

Ty shook his head at Alyssa, his fingers fluttering at his sides. He began to hit his hands against his thighs to ease some of the tention he was feeling. Alyssa squeezed his arm, taking a deep breath.

"I know you are sick and tired of explaining the same things over and over and answering stupid questions and always having to make adjustments and put in the effort when everyone else doesn't try. I am too! Believe me! But I think at a certain point you need to ask yourself if you can forgive him for not knowing?" She asked. "Can you forgive him for being ignorant and making a mistake and breaking your heart because you've hurt him too? Can you accept that he is not perfect?" She dropped her arm down and stared him directly in his eyes. "Because neither are you. Ty I know you dont wanna hear this, but you live in a very privileged bubble where most people let you get away with murder because you're a man and you're white, while those same people condemn me for being rude and intolerable." She said pointedly.

Ty bit his lip. He felt like he should argue with her but he knew she had a point. "You're a shadowhunter!" She glared at him. "You're a shadowhunter and your people have committed so many atrocities against mine. You and your family spent most of your time ignoring all of this and only focusing on helping your brother and sister. You joined an organization that has a history of doing terrible things to downworlders!" She shouted.

"Well so did you!" He shot back even though he knew it wasnt really the same thing. "And by the angel Ali if you really hate me that much then why are you even here?" Alyssa just shook her head at him and rolled her eyes. "Because I don't hate you genius. I could hold these things against you, but I don't. I forgave you for not knowing. As long as you acknowledge it and try to work on making things better, which you are, then I can let it go. Because like I said Ty, we have to start somewhere" she pleaded. "

"You have to be brave and let it go."

Instantly Ty sucked in a breath. He recognized the words she had used perfectly. They were from a song.

Their song.

Tears instantly gathered in his eyes. He let out a shakey exhale and she smiled sadly at him.

"Because right now all you're doing is hurting is yourself." Alyssa said with a shrug.

Ty squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. "I know" he whispered. He opened his eyes again, she was staring at him sympathetically with those warm eyes. "I just dont know how to do this" he admitted. "I don't know how to deal with all if it. I don't think I can."

Alyssa looked confused "Deal with what exactly?"

Ty took a deep breath. "The box" he exhaled. Alyssa looked even more confused. It was a little funny.

So he decided to tell her. He told her about the coping mechanisms he had been using since he was a child. He told her about the box and how many things he had buried in it, and what they were. She cried and held him tightly to her chest. He let himself cry along with her.

He cried for that kid who had the door slammed in his face, that kid who had his interests mocked and spat on. That kid who had his heart broken over and over again long before Kit Herondale. That kid who never felt accepted or like he belonged, not even with his own twin. He cried for Livvy. He cried for that kid on the beach who lost everything. Who wanted to apologize to Kit and make everything right because he was so fucking naive and stupid, and Magnus Bane told him to go away.

So he did. But it hadn't solved anything.

He also cried for Kit. His Kit.

Ty pulled away from Alyssa, wiping at his eyes. "The worst part is it's not just my pain that's in there. I put all of the stuff with Kit in the box too" he confessed. "Like I mean the stuff that's happening right now. He's in a world of danger and I can't feel that because if I feel it then I'm afraid it'll break me."

Alyssa contemplated this for a while. "I know Ty, but you have to face it. All of it. You have to open the box or else you'll never get through it." She said sternly.

Ty leaned up against the wall if the institute. When he spoke, it sounded like it was coming from somewhere far away. "Every bad thing that happens to him feels like it's happening to me. Everything from when he was younger. When he was alone." Ty was making an effort not to cry again.

"I want him to know that he'll never be alone again. Not as long as I'm alive."

Alyssa looked at him incredulously. "Well then don't you think you should tell him that?"

Ty didn't answer her, just stared ahead. He still needed to think. Alyssa seemed to understand that because she spared him one final glance and then walked towards the kitchen.

"I'm gonna go eat" she announced. "Come join us when you're ready."

And then she left Ty alone in the hallway with his thoughts.

You have to open the box.

This is real. All of this is real.

You have to open the box.

@older-brother-kit @zafirafoxx @idontgetit-whydoihavetosaymyname @ti-bae-rius @anxiousbookenthusiast @emiikas @eutony-in-whisper

[ukiyo-jaem]

my timer didn't go off to post this at 0:00 i am so sorry~~

warnings: smut (it's tasteful), mean parents (??) that's about it. it's got fluff in here. NOT PROOFREAD

words: 4.1k (there's a plot, trust me)

domestic!mark lee ugh a fan favorite~

I listened to Fool for You by Zayn while writing so...yeah. alrighty, let's go~~

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Fool For You

summer breezes and fresh flowers. the first big stretch when you first wake up that has you reeling back into the euphoric feeling of your warm sheets. taking a bite of your favorite dessert that reminds you of home. that scent that carries you away to your childhood of good memories and make-believe scenarios; where the worst disaster was your parents calling you in for dinner.

that's what it felt like to be in his presence.

the late night summer dates with Mark were what felt like true heaven. the nights where both of you would stay up till the early dawn holding each other so closely. the stickiness of one's skin from the morning humidity was beauty in his eyes. your natural form where no one could take you away from him.

"no matter how much i say that i love you, i will always love you more than that."

his words held so much depth when he spoke to you. he treated you like his queen and he truly was your king. he was the love of your wildest dreams. but he was way better...because he was real.

both of your families condemned this love and thought of it as useless and a waste of time. yet, it was all the time for both of you. you didn't need anyone else except mark and mark alone.

but every knife has it's point...and you've both been reaching it slowly but surely. the calls to one's family becoming longer and less loud.

"i don't want to go to dinner with your family though." your words were heartbreaking to his ears but he had made his decision. "i know. please. i know you hate them-" "i could never hate anyone, mark. it pains me but i'd never let it turn into hate" you said and his shoulders dropped. "you're so strong. just one night and i will never ask you to go near them." his eyes pleaded from where he was laying on the bed. your body positioned at the end of the comfy and warm bed.

your mind was lost in thought until you felt his hand grab yours. "pretty please?" he pouted and you groaned laying down. "that's so not cool to pout." you said turning towards him. "but i know it works." he comes closer to lay soft kisses all over your face, ending with a meaningful kiss on your lips.

"fine." you breathed after he finished his moment of passion. "and that is why you're the best." he grabbed your body and pulled you on top of him.

"we have to leave soon." you complained and he groaned. "you wanted me to go so bad and now you're gonna make us late." you said straddling his waist. "yeah yeah yeah." he held your waist and sat up.

you rolled off as he puckered his lips, leaving your boyfriend waiting. "what are you gonna wear, handsome?" you opened the closet. "nice shirt. blazer. pants." he listed off the most vaguest items. "well duh but what color?" you looked at your dresses. "black." he said and you wanted to bang your head on the closet door.

"okay tomorrow we're going shopping and i'm making you add some more color into your wardrobe." you said taking his blazer and dress shirt down. "yes dear." he dragged out.

"i'm going to go get dressed and do makeup." you waved him off and disappeared into the bathroom.

makeup was simple as you were left alone. yet, once you were starting your hair, mark thought it was an amazing idea to come in and try to dance the time away.

music had been playing for the past 20 minutes through the household speakers. it was a usual occurrence and a well loved routine. say you won't let go by james arthur had been sweeping through the house for the past couple of minutes.

his arms wrapped around your waist and his cheek rested against your shoulder.

"you look as beautiful as ever, and i swear that everyday you get better. you make me feel this way some how-" his soft voice carrying you away from the daily task.

"im gonna love you till my lungs run out, i promise till death to us part like in our vows-" his hands gripped yours, twirling you around in the small bathroom, ending up with you both pressed up chest to chest, slow dancing on the tiled floor.

"dont cry." he pouted as he saw your eyes fill with tears. He gently wiped them before they could fall. "then don't be so freaking cute." you pouted and his smile stretched across his face. "ugh you're so cute." he kissed your cheek ever so gently as to not mess up your makeup.

"and you're looking as dashing as ever." you brushed your hands over his dress shirt, the first few buttons still unbuttoned, his silver chain still laying on his exposed collar bones.

"want me to do your hair?" you asked and he didn't hesitate to sit on the toilet lid and wait patiently.

he always seemed so relaxed with your fingers running through his hair; the requests at 3 am after he awakes from an unpleasant dream never making you angry.

his hair was so soft and fun to play with. but with a little touch of magic and hair product, he would transform into his model-like man.

you finished up and let him go relax in the bedroom.

your dress hugged your body so nicely and flattered every curve you thought you never possessed. when paired with the jewelery mark had gotten you for your guys' anniversary, a goddess was being put together in human form.

"ready?" you asked walking back to the room to get your shoes. a whistle made you scoff lightly at the behavior. "ready to come home already and have you all to myself." mark sighed but you walked over to put your phone in your hand-purse along with extra lipstick and perfume.

he started to look nervous about the whole situation. "relax. i'm here for you and you alone. if you want to leave as soon as we get there? we'll just go to a different restaurant." you put a hand on his chest comfortably. "you got this." he smiled as you knew all his emotions at once.

"now let's go. i'm hungry." you kissed his cheek quickly and wiped away the mark of your lip color.

both of you walked hand in hand out of the house and to his car where he nervously drived you both to the restaurant.

"here we are." was all he said as he parked facing the restaurant. inside the window sat his parents and brother. his brother was with his own partner as they all laughed. mark knew he didn't have to worry about his brother not accepting his love. it was all his parents.

"let's go. try to look happy. they're your parents." you defended them. something he never understood about you. when facing backlash from his parents, you just let it go and never returned the hate. you were so loving while they did nothing but try to bring you down.

"but they're raging assholes to you." he turned towards you and you shrugged, wiping something on his cheek away and keeping your hand on the side of his face.

"and that's fine. but you're their baby. they just want the best for you. they'll never be happy with anyone." you tried to put it into perspective but it never helped.

he took your hand off his face and held it tightly. "tell me you want to leave. and we're gone." he said and you laughed lightly. "fine." you agreed and his smile made everything feel better.

"let's get this over with." he exited and ran to get your door like the gentleman he was.

he hooked your arm in his and lead you both towards the entrance.

"try to make memories. they're your parents. they love you." you reminded and he rolled his eyes. "yes, dear." he opened the door for you and didn't let you enter without a quick and cheeky smack to your ass. he acted innocent as he lead you to the round table.

"Oh, Markie!" his mom called drawing all attention to both of your presences. his parents hugged and pinched his cheeks as you greeted his brother and his brother's partner. "you look amazing tonight, y/n." his brother's partner smiled. "oh thank you so much. you look even better though! are those Cartier earrings?!" you rejoiced at their exquisite tastes.

"Only the best for them." Mark's brother smiled and you coo'd at the pure love.

"Here sit next to me." The 2 seats were next to Mark's father and Mark's brother's partner.

You gladly accepted the seat and Mark sat down not long after you. "We already ordered for you guys not knowing when you would show up, I apologize." Mr. Lee smiled at Mark. "Oh that's alright. What's on the menu tonight?" Mark asked, his hand finding yours underneath the white dining cloth. "Well I thought with all your work that we'd treat us all to steak." His mother smiled and you could hear a sigh come from the girl next to you.

"But I haven't seen y/n's figure in a while so I made the exception for a plain salad for you." Mrs. Lee forcibly smiled at you. Mark's hand squeezed a little harder than normal. "Oh thank you for the consideration and accomodations, Mrs. Lee," Her eyes squinted as what seemed like spite. "and might i add that you look amazing tonight." your genuine sincerity broke almost everyone's hearts at the table. "oh why thank you but i'm not one for meaningless small talk." she took a sip from her dark red wine.

"it's alright. i completely understand." you smiled and and she rolled her eyes. "of course you do." she muttered and turned towards her youngest son. "so, mark, what is new at the company?" her eyes held eagerness for conversation, something you'd wish to see atleast once.

"don't listen to the old bat." the beautiful woman said that sat next to you. "it's her baby. nothing is ever good enough for him." she rolled her eyes. "i know. i understand where her heart is." your fingers toying with the dainty necklace resting on your collarbones.

"you can have some of my meal when it comes. i didn't know what they were going to pull so i made sure to eat a burger before i came." you both giggled at the matter as someone cleared their throat. you both looked up to see Mr. Lee sending daggers towards your direction.

"i apologize." you said straightening yourself up in your seat. "what was so funny?" he asked sternly. "we were actually talking about her new line coming out in a couple weeks. something with one of the models. you know how that is." she swooped to your defense. "by the way, how is it coming?" she asked, takin a sip of the ice water infront of her.

"it's..uh..going very well actually. i have some investors coming to my fashion show to see if they'd be interested in investing. if they invest then i would be able to organize shows in other parts of the world. milan, london, paris, beijing, new york, tokyo-" "but are you going to go back to school for business or just dilly-dally until something goes wrong?" Mrs. Lee asked quickly.

"well my father and mother are both ceo's of their company so they help guide me in what i have trouble with." you smiled. mark's hand has become steel as he hasn't let go yet. the waiters brought out the food one by one with a small and plain side salad being placed infront of your body.

mark stared at the bare plate in front of you and wanted to hurl at that being the only food you were going to eat tonight.

"i'm fine." you leaned over to whisper in his ear. "eat so they don't ask you questions." you nudged his elbow.

"sharing food is prohibited." Mr. Lee cut everyone off. "we're not." mark muttered defeated. you swallowed your pride and ate a leaf at a time to try and curb your actual hunger.

mark ate a couple bites but you could tell he was taking his anger out with chewing; jaw clenching was one of his tell-tale signs of anger...and this steak didn't look like tough meat.

"markie. we went to church this past week and there is this lovely graduate student new in the congregation." his mother called as she ate her own food. you could see most of the people almost choke on their food but you remained steady in eating.

inside though, your tears were building up behind a wall that you would try to make stand till tonight when you were truly alone.

"yeah?" he asked, not knowing what else to say.

"yes. and she's not seeing anyone right now. her parents agreed to an arranged marriage if you weren't opposing." the killer was that mark didn't say anything. yet, you could hear his knuckles pop as he gripped his steak knife.

the wall was slowly crumbling as you suddenly felt full of the plain watery vegetable. you put your fork down and could only stare at your lap where a napkin laid.

"say something, dude." his brother coughed weakly.

"hell no." mark bursted and everyone could see him try to reel in his words again.

"excuse me?!" Mr. Lee bellowed, causing other dining patrons to look over.

"I'm not going to marry anyone except the love of my life." mark steamed, dropping his utensils.

"you don't know who that is yet, mark. you can't screw around with marriage and get it wrong. especially waste it on a-" mark interrupted his mother, "a what, mom?" he asked and she suddenly lost her words.

silence fell over the table as your napkin had a single ring of wetness appear suddenly. "oh no, not here. not here, sweetie," the gracious lady beside you got up "come on, we're leaving." she said to her husband and lead you out of the restaurant quickly.

as soon as you were out of eye sight, you immediately broke down in ugly tears. "don't listen to them. you are absolutely gorgeous and are a match-made-in-heaven for mark." she rubbed your back sweetly.

"you are so nice to them for no reason. you will be more of a better person than they will ever be-" "we should go. it's gonna get ugly really quickly." Mark's brother nudged you both.

you looked in to see mark and his father standing neck to neck. then as quickly as it started, it ended with mark being the bigger man and leaving. yet, a tearful mr. and mrs. lee following him at a distance.

he wasted no time in taking you in his arms and holding you as you tried your best to cover your cries. "we're going to go before dad follows. i'll stop by tomorrow and check in on you guys. get out of here before dad goes crazy." Mark's brother shouted from his car window.

mark took your hand and dragged you to the car. he put you in and got out of there as quickly as he could.

he was as angry as you had ever seen him. you didn't try to touch him or do anything on the silent ride home. yet, his hand quickly grabbed yours.

"i should have never brought you to them. im so stupid." he groaned as he hit his wheel. "no you're not." you fought with him and he didn't have the heart to go against you.

"you are the best thing that's ever happened to me." he said, a glaze setting into his eyes that you had never seen before.

"and i could never imagine life without you." he swallowed hard and you stayed there in shocked silence.

"you make me better." tears started to roll down his cheeks as he pulled into the driveway.

"please don't cry." yet your empathetic heart made your eyes spill. you both looked at eachother and laughed at the messed up states.

"then you stop crying." he defended and you looked to you lap again. he got out of his side and trailed to yours quickly.

"im gonna show you how much i love you." he said and this sparkle in his eye gleamed so brightly, everyone would've thought he was crazy.

"okay." was all you could respond with, a small smile gracing your perfect face.

he grabbed your legs and carried you all the way to the door. he crossed the doorway and it felt different. it felt more hot and flustered and more passionate.

he closed the door and immediately had you against it. the kisses were hot and filled with lust. yet, you could tell he was getting flustered and trying to rush things. the feeling of two hands on his face made him take a breath of fresh air. "let's just take it slower tonight." you whispered but he heard you loud and clear.

he picked your legs up and put them around his waist, taking his blazer off and throwing it somewhere in the living room. you dress hugged you so perfectly but you wouldn't be needing it anymore tonight.

he navigated the house as if it were you; the back of his hand. your back was now pressed to a cool matress. his hands were rough yet slow as he pulled the black fabric off of your body. his shirt was eventually off and nothing was left between your torsos besides skin.

the moonlight cascading through the window reflected off his chain and it was no longer the soft and loving without a care mark you were used to.

he was going to make you feel his love for you. from the way his fingers played with your clothed core slowly to the heavy breathing between kisses made the night air intoxicating.

his lips were against your neck making imprints of red and purple that were sure to last for a week. both of you rocked against each other in such a rhythm that would have the ocean asking for lessons on harmony.

he picked you up and situated your body at the top of the bed where he wasted no time in shimmying the dress off of your hips so he was met with nothing but you in your panties.

those were long gone as he grabbed and ripped.

"spit." he held his hand out. you obeyed and he wasted no time in running his hand up and down your already wet core.

the kisses were rushed and heated yet you both remembered to slow down as he trailed slowly down your body, kissing every part he could see and praise.

"so beautiful." he whispered, licking a bold stripe up your pussy. you gasped and tried to readjust yourself yet his strong grip on your thighs kept you ground. his arms were hooked around you upper thighs as his hands held your hips and waist down to the bed.

his dark eyes still held that shimmer in them that made you even weaker in the knees.

he wasted none of his time with teasing and gave you exactly what you wanted. "please don't stop." your hands getting lost in his hair.

his hips grinded into the mattress steadily. "im so close already." you whined as he continued his relentless pleasure. "let go for me, baby." he pleaded and if drove you so close to the edge. it made him even more excited as you were blissed out.

it was the perfect time to take advantage of your love, yet, he was going to take care and love you till both of you couldn't.

he took off the confines of his pants and met you at the top of the bed, where you were still completely gone in the euphoric wonderland he pleasured himself to sending you into.

he was slow at first but quickly got lost in this intimate feeling of being so close to you and feeling you in a way no one could relate to.

"faster." you whined but he slowed down. "no, babygirl. we're going to do this right." he cleared the hair from your face and quickly pressed your lips together in a heated kiss.

your leg now over his shoulder as he slowly pounded into you. the knot in his and your stomach felt so much more different and pleasure filled.

your fucked out moans were like angels singing in his ears as your jewelery shined in the moonlight. both of you got sloppier as you were so close to climaxing.

"please cum in me." you begged, grabbing his hand and interlacing your fingers.

he dropped your leg and got closer, sharing a kiss that left both of you breathless. then the explosion. it was as if a bomb of stars had gone off behind your eyelids as you could only feel your back arch with the unexplained feeling of being... full.

both of you laid breathless and sweaty as you tried to regain your composure and drift down to reality.

mark laid on your chest, listening to your heartbeat as he could feel his own match yours.

once he felt your fingers start to dance through his hair, he knew that he needed to be like this forever. he needed you and only you. he couldn't miss this opportunity on his soul mate coming to him from the beginning.

his arms hooked around your body as reality was hitting.

"i love you, y/n." he said and he could hear your heart begin to beat faster.

"not as much as i could ever love you." you pinky traced up his nose bridge as he slowly drifted into sleep holding the one he cares about most...so close.

~~~~~~

"mmmmm steak." he watched as your eyes lit up at the treat in front of you. "it wasn't even enjoyable yesterday. it's amazing today though." mark's brother admitted from right next to him.

his brother and his partner came over to check up and brought take-out steaks to treat everyone with. just a relaxing night at home with everyone he truly loves and can feel the love from.

he watched your happiness and was automatically taken away~

"she's nothing to you!" his mom yelled as you were lead away from the scene.

"she's everything FOR me." mark retaliated. "but we just want what's best for you." his dad pleaded. "but happiness is all I need. why can't you see that and how she makes me the most happy." mark was at his wits ends.

he needed you and was going to have you as long as you both were breathing.

"it's only going to be a problem in the end that we have to clean up." Mrs. Lee had tears coming down her face.

a brief silence plagued the table. "so are you going to show up to the wedding or no?" he asked and if pure shock could kill someone, his parents would have been 6 feet under.

"no." spoken of disbelief.

"i will not bless the marriage!" his father screamed and stood up, causing mark to chest up to his own father. "you don't need to. I am going to marry that girl out there whether it kills me or not." mark pointed to your crying being not even 100 feet away.

"you're a fool if you believe you actually love her. you're young. you don't know what love is!" Mr. Lee had Mark's collar in his hands.

yet mark broke his grip and straightened his collar.

"then I guess I'm a fool for her and her love." and with that he left to comfort you and try to rebuild you diminished character.

~~~

"earth to Handsome." he was shocked back to reality by your smile and everyone's concerned faces. "i thought you stopped breathing or something." his brother laughed as he saw you clutch your chest and laugh lightly.

"scared us there for a minute." his brother's partner laughed along with you.

"so what was so nice going on in la-la land?" you asked taking a bit from your steak. mark shrugged, taking a sip from his wine glass.

"just...thinking." he smiled.

"well don't do that again. you scared me, you fool." you laughed.

he didn't want to admit that he had been daydreaming of you walking down the aisle in the most beautiful of dresses; something that still could never compare to your beauty. but that will be for a later confession at a later date. one where you'd know his secret: there's an engagement ring with your name on it hiding in his dress shoes in his closet. waiting for the right time in the near future.

he could only smile at your cute expression in the moment.

"then i guess i'm a fool for you."

-fin-

**these are all my opinions on how i read the boys and how i watch them interact with others. this is my own personal opinions and are in no way facts unless cited to proof. thank you®

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Overhaul / Chisaki Kai sfw alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Yeah... not very as you all may have expected. Chisaki is very reserved and his mysophobia doesn't help at all. Although, years of not touching nobody can do so much to a person and he MIGHT be willing to touch you after a few months... maybe years.

At the first few times he will only show his affection by giving you things. That's it.

But well, the wait is worth it. Chisaki is a gentleman by nature. Kisses on the hand whenever you pass by, forcing/invinting you to sit on his lap.

His forms of affection are from actions, not from words. He sucks with words, Im sorry.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

Something tells me that Chisaki would start a relationship only when the person gives him some type of interest. Personality, knowledge.... QUIRKLESS.

Really, he does care more about how intellugent or what they could be to him as a partner, appearance comes just as a bonus to him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

AHA!

Jokes apart, Chisaki is just as a stone when cuddling... if he is willing to honestly because this man is such a tsundere brat it huRTS-

He would slowly learn how to do it, but please give him time and espace, he never done this before God help him.

He is much more comfortable with you laying on his chest as he continues on with his paperwork, it gives hkm a sense that he is not alone and that he can spend time with you while doing something so tedious as paperwork.

BUT! On harsh days, as example got into a argument with pops or a bad day in general, he likes to lay his head on your lap and just forget the world exists as hugging you close and inhaling your clean scent.

Also well, enjoy when he is sleepy.

Also, cuddling only after a shower. No buts.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Well, he does want to settle down but as long as he can continue gis work on the Hassaikai then its nore than fine to him (if we're talking about after the raid THEN HE NEEDS TO SETTLE DOWN AND SOME THERAPY)

Cleaning master. Sucks at cooking.

Okay, he is not that bad he can make a toast, but he just really doesn't like to do it, since is just so messy. Really enjoys your cooking though if you know how to...

If not his poor childhood friend will become the chef of you two. Seriously Hari need a break-

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Fuck. If HE had to break up he would be straight to the point. Cold and uncaring. Not even the whole "is not you, its me" no no. Chisaki will make sure to tell that he is breaking up because of you and thats final, being on his good intentions or not.

Kai would break up with his partner if they did something like cheat on him or something... and he is from the mafia you rreally want to take the risk?!

Or he would break up due to his fear of you getting hurt. But this will only happen when his paranoia would take over him.

He doesn't want to lose you soon, affirmative.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He feels unnecessary before he mets someone he feels really in love with. He doesn't believed in love when younger so its a tragic change.

And no. Chisaki wants to make sure he knows the person very well before he goes to get down on one knee for them. And surprisingly, if he feels like he is safe and can be vulnetable around his partner? Then he is on the cloud nine internally.

Only time will tell when you can get engaged with this plague man.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

TSUNDERE BASTARD-

Is that enough? No? Ok.

He is always scoffing and rolling his eyes when you are affectionate with him but ny god dont stop or else he will discount his rage and frustation on poor Rappa.

Although, when he gets a bit drunk or just overworked he is so gentle. Like, sweet words and all, it even shocks you sometimesm

For him, you are the light of his dark life, his angel. So he doesn't mind speaking behind closed doors on how much he loves you and cherish you being here with him. Likes to carres your cheeks with the back of his gloved hand or plant sweet kisses on your forehead, hands and most of all: lips.

Appreaciate it because his behaviour can change on how you take his words.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Nope. Only when he feels the urge to it, when he is tired or when you are down.

He is not much of a hugger. But is willing to give some to you since... you're special to him.

Although Chisaki hugs are like 👌😤. His arms caging you to gis chest and how warm it feels its just heavenly. He hugs you close and likes to give you little squezze that does not hurt to make you sure he is not letting go for a while.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Long. Long time until he says this.

Saying those three words means to him only one thing: vulnerability.

Its going to take a lot of time for Kai to let out those words, mostly sure that his partner will be the one to say it first, but Kai would jjst stay there and not reply.

One: embarrassed as heck; Two: he is sure that he loves you back but... he needs time.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He is more overprotective than jealous. Yet he does feel it. A lot.

He doesn't trust OTHERS, he knows you love him. But the world around him failed so many times when he was young that this man has doubts even on his most considerate coomurate. He fears that they might take advantege of you.

A tiny part of him fears that you will leave him because he is not the mostproper partner, but his pride takes over that very easily.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Soft, passionate and hot.

As spoken before Kai loves to kiss your hand, forehead, cheeks and lips. Those are the cleanest and softest places he found to make you embarrassed and all soft.

He isn't much to being kissed... but he does love it when he is there working and then you rub his shoulder a bit before kissing his temple than pecking his lips softly.

Leaves him a blushing mess all the time.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

*laughs* ERI-CHAN-!

I have a few scenatios of him actually being a good dad so... I will just skip this one and let you all see it for yourselfs.

Although, one word. Strict dad. You guessed right.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

My HEART THEY ARE THE BEST

Especially when he doesn't go to work because its only there that you can see his resting face on the pillows. Usually when he goes to work he gets up, dress himself and carres your check softly before leaving a kiss on your temple and leaving.

When he is free you're trapped. Cant get out of the bed until he does.

Sweet scraches and petting coming from him. TAKE THOSE.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Soft. Watching him, tired as always getting out of his clothes to put his nightwear. If neither of you feel like crashing down onto the dreamland, Chisaki will pick one book you may like, let you rest your head on his chest, shoulder or lap as he reads it out loud while scracthing your head.

If he is on the mood he might even sing you a lullaby... only if you're feeling down though.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

After a very long time on the relationship.

If he does have a mentalbreakfown he is blurting everything out like he is about to die and just needs to tell you everything. Although it would be almost impossible.

I feel like Chisaki would slowly reveal things of himself to you. Is the most like to happen.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Easy peasy little squeaky.

This man gets angry easily but he does know how to control himself over this situations... although when he loses his patience he does get pissed off (we saw him already guys with pops and the heroes)

In discussions he woudl rather distance himself then to just shout at you though.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

STALKER

He knows everything and more about you. Every little detail he will remember

Seriously, he might still have that annoyed face of his when you're talming but he is listening and paying attention.

Might as well surprise you with your favorite sweets or flowers.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

First kiss.

He never kissed someone besides you so all the memroy is very well guarded on his mind and he does cherish it everyday.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Overprotective. Will kill for you, overhaul and then kill again for you.

Chisaki is powerful, not only by his quirk but his status as well so only one look of his is enough to scare the others away.

Or his threatenings like... slipping his glove out and showing his victim his bare hand as a signal to not speak or dont come any closer unless they want to die.

Will fell weirded out if you protect him since like... he is a boss of the mafia? He doesn't need protection? He is your knight in shinning armor not the other way around.

... although it makes him a bit embarrassed.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

So much money that the Hassaimai is stealing from other gangs because of this asshole expending shit tones of moneh in your guys dates.

Everything you once thought or mentiomed for him is there. He is not afraid to spend money when it comes to you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Brush off something that its important to you bit seems unimportant for him.

Gets rude sometimes.

Always demanding on cleaning duty.

Wanting to keep his personal espace due to his mysophobia.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

Not much. He only gives care to his cleaning habbits and his smell. Definitely not because you find his scent amusing and devine. Nope. Definitely not.

He doesn't care about looks. Really, do not give a shit. Is just a bonus to him. You're divine and angelic to him.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Many thumbs up.

He feels extra annoyed and bothered when you're not around. Pls stay with this plague man.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Cant sleep without you on his side. Really, he just cant. He tried many times already but just ended up scoffing and going after you just because he needed to sleep says him.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He calls you brat as a affectionate nickname but seriously, he doesn't want a child as his partner, so dont be too childish. It irritates him a lot.

BEING ORGANIZED IS NOT A OPTION IS A MUST. or else it will feel like he is more occupied scolding you then loving you for that matter.

Hates. HATES. when his plans doesn't work well and when suddenly you cancel a date of you two or any plans in general.

Hates.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

Cling to you for dear life when he gets comfortable with you. And I would suggest you to stay awake for a bit longer than him since he mumbles in his sleep.

Might be nightmares of rombas chasing him with knifes or words of how much he truly loves you? You might as well find out.

[harryandtheweasleys]

Ron and his big surprise

Ron walked on a beautiful spring day along the lake. He had promised to search Flubberwurms for Hagrid, but still hadn't found one. When he walked on his eyes catched something shiny. There was sommething at the bottem.

He walked closer and ran his hand through the mud, to take a closer look.

When he saw it he couldn't believe it. "But ... that ... couldn't be ..." he mumbled. He had found gold! GOLD!!

He ran back too the common room. He had to tell Harry and Hermione. But when he came back, they were nowhere to see. He asked Ginny, but she didn't know either were they were.

Back in his dorm Ron tried to finish his transfiguration essay, but he couldn't stop thinking about the gold.

And at that precise moment he came up with his brilliant idea. He was going to dig up all the gold on his own, so he could surprise his family and friends.

He could buy his family a big house and new clothes, give Harry finally something back of the same value and Hermione, he could buy her every book she wished for. He was sure she would love that and blushed slightly at the idea.

But how did you dig up gold? He hadn't a clue. The gold was mixed with mud. No one could find out either, they would steal it. No he had to do it unnoted and hide the gold.

The days after it he spent all his spare time in the library searching information about gold and how to dig it, which made Harry and Hermione quite concerned.

"Ron, you're almost living int the library. You are spending even more time in there than Hermione." Harry said

"I'm only doing research." "Research wherefore?" He felt he it was getting hotter and hotter. Why had he put on this stupid warm blouse. "Nothing special, okay!"

Hermione was a bit more tactful than Harry. "But Ron, if you tell us we are abto help you. You always help us too."

"You don't have to, really." "But we want to!" Hermione said frustrated. "Just leave it okay. I'm fine don't worry." "But Ron!" He walked quickly to his dorm and heard Hermione still screaming his name.

After another week of research he finally knew exactly what he had to do. He sneaked out on a Saturday morning and went to the lake. He had digged for almost 5 hours when he started to get hungry. He hid his stuff and went back.

Back in the great hall Hermione was waiting for him. "Where have you been!? I have searched everywhere for you." "I ehhh ... was just ... walking outside. It's-ehm really nice outside." "You were walking?" Hermione said sceptical. "Yes I was! And if you are okay with it, I am going to eat!!"

But hermione didn't give up that easily. During lunch she couldn't stop watching him, observing him. It made him nervous. "So what are you planning for the afternoon?" "I-ehh was intending to go outside again." "Can I come?" "No." "Why not?" He started to get it hot all over. "Hermione please, drop it." "No Ronald first your almost living in the library doing 'research' and now you have been the hole day outside 'walking'. You never walk and never alone!"

"Okay fine! I was planning a surprise. Are you happy now??" Hermione her mood had changed completely from anxious to curious. "A surprise? What kind of surprise?" "I'm not telling you. And if you will excuse me I'm I still have lots to do."

He was satisfied when he walked away. This was indeed going to be the biggest surprise. And he couldn't wait to give it.

Every Saturday he went digging. He had already collected quite a lot. And hid it in the woods. He was daydreaming more and more and even at nights he dreamed about it.

Even the previous night he had dreamed about the things he could give his family and friends. And if he closed his eyes he saw everything again. He saw his mother crying with pride. He had just lead them in a new big house. His mother had a hole new kitchen with everything it needed and for his father a lot of really cool muggle stuff that even he liked. For all of his siblings there were new clothes. Everyone had here there own room. And there would be spare rooms. His mother could also get her own sewing room, his father a room where he could investigate all the muggle stuf he had already collected. And when Harry and Hermione arrived he could tell them they had also a room in the house. And then he would lead Hermione to her own library. All the books Hogwarts had, there wouls be in here. Hermione would be so happy and kissed him on the cheek, but unfortunately he had woken up after that.

His work progressed faster and faster. Hermione and Harry didn't bring it up either, so he could work undisturbed. After a couple of weeks he had almost collected 15 bags with gold and there was still gold for another bag.

When he finally had digged up al the gold he hid the bags separately on different places. It was too late to go to Gringotts now. He would go tomorrow.

But because of adrenaline he couldn't sleep at all. And the day after it he got up so early that no one was yet in the great hall for breakfast. He ate fast some bread and went outside. When Ron reached the spot where he had the gold hidden, the sun was about to rise. He waited a couple of minutes to see the sun rise on this beautiful day. He collected the gold and went to Gringotts.

When he came in Diagon Alley it was very crowded already but he had luck, in Gringotts there was still a goblin free to help. "I wanted to hand in some gold I found. Can you tell me how much gold is worth?" "One kilo is worth 40.000 Galleons, but I'm afraid I have to disappoint you. This isn't gold but pyriet. It looks like gold, but it isn't." When the goblin saw Ron's bewildered face he added. "Well Goblins see those differences you can't do anything about it that you're just a wizard. They just dont have our sharp eyes."

Maybe the goblin meant it nice, but it didn't make Ron feel better at all. "Well I have 16 bags with this pywiet stuff, it has to afford something?" "No, it doesn’t. So i can't help you."

Disappointed and frustrated he went back to Hogwarts. How could he be so stupid? He had already told Hermione he had a surprise for them. Oh why had he said that so easily. He should have kept his mouth shut, now he hadn't a surprise at all.

When all the fake gold was back in the lake he sat down. He was hungry and wanted to eat something, but he didn't dare to face Hermione and Harry. They would know immediately that there was something wrong. And then he had to explain hoe stupid he was to think he had found gold.

It was already getting dark when suddenly Hermione stood in front of him. He was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't see her coming. 'Ron where have you been? I was so worried when you still weren't back during dinner. I-' she stopped talking when she saw the bags and the mountain of fake gold in lake. "Is it-?" "No it's fake. I thought I had found gold. I thought I could buy so many things for you and-ehh all te rest ofcourse."

"I would have a big house built. And everyone would have their own room. There would be even some spare rooms for hobbies and guests."

"You would even have your own library! With all the books you wished for." Ron said sad. "And now I can't give you or anyone else something. I'm still that poor Weasley who has nothing to offer." "Oh but Ronald you give me everyday everything I could wish for. You give me and the rest love, respect and joy. There isn't enough gold to buy such things. And you know what is even the most adorable thing about this?" Ron turned slightly pink when she called him adorable. "Nnno-no." He stuttered. "This hole time when you thought you had found gold, you were thinking about the things you could give us, but not a moment about the things what you could have bought for yourself."

"That's who you are, you always put other needs before your own. That's what i love about you Ronald!!" Hermione said. "You do?" "yes, ofcourse I do. Well you are ... my-ehhh ... best friend." And then Ron did something he would never thought about himself. He kissed her and he wanted to pull back as soon as he realised what he was doing. But hermione did too something he would never had thought about her. She kissed him back. After they pulled back they looked a little bit uncomfortable at each other, until Ron broke the silence. 'Well do you think there is still some food over?' 'Yes.' Hermione giggled. And together they walked carefully hand in hand back to Hogwarts.