#HIS LITTLE ROLLER SKATES??? THE LITTLE PIN IN HIS HAIR???

[apollos-boyfriend]

using my power to commit voter fraud everyone vote for mcc 33 purpled she cannot be losing this badly when she is easily in the top 5 purpled skins of all time

[elkdiaries]

stranger things headcanons because it’s been a while :)

joyce does el’s little hair braids every morning.

when they were younger, mike and will would hold hands while skipping their way down the grocery store aisles.

dustin quotes his favorite books and movies way too often. one time mike swore that he’d disintegrate if another dune reference left his friend’s mouth.

erica makes her own little pins. she likes to sneak them onto the bags and clothing of her unsuspecting friends. dustin receives the majority of these.

steve wears his socks inside out.

max made lucas a bracelet out of old items she found at the junkyard. he wears it every day.

robin and nancy have an eternity of inside jokes that they come up with whilst hanging out.

el has a ton of hand-made posters on her walls. she constructs them out of paint and magazine clips.

el knows that will is in a mood when he’s listening to music and sitting by any window, doing nothing else but staring out of it.

lucas snorts when he laughs.

erica is a pro at roller skating, and uses her knowledge of moving around on wheels to learn to skateboard.

mike has an awful habit of leaving his dirty laundry on the floor, and it drives everyone who tries to walk around his room insane. 

as a kid, max was forced to take violin lessons. she still vaguely knows how and can read sheet music, but refuses to play for anyone. ever.

nancy is the kind of girl to give herself a haircut over the bathroom sink when she’s going through something.

robin loves swimming.

jonathan typically gifts his mother a large scrapbook full of printed photos he’s taken over the year for the holidays.

el is fascinated by the concept of bubblegum.

lucas cannot sleep without being swaddled in a million blankets. he refers to his bedding as his cocoon. if he’s ever sleeping over at someone’s place, he makes a big performance of “transforming into a butterfly” by waving his arms around when he awakens. it never fails to make dustin fall onto the floor with laughter.

[narabea06]

Nina the Killer Headcanons [Part 2!!!]

Requested by my sibling @horror-oberon-3!! Love you sib!!! /fam

Also, here's part 1 of my Nina hcs!!

TW: Minor Mentions of Abuse + Manipulation

Nina loves using emotes, and most frequently uses ":3" and ":D" the most. She's been trying to get BEN and Toby to try using them too as well, but Toby usually only uses ":(" and the thumbs up emoji.

Nina loves taking photos of her and her friends, and will force Toby and BEN to pose with her to take more twenty photos together every time they hang out.

Nina actually was the one to cut Jeff's hair properly after the incident to give him his emo undercut. Jeff had begged her to fix it for them after seeing how Nina had finally gotten her hair to get how she wanted it.

Nina actually always wears either a onesie or a lacy nightgown to bed, depending on how cold it is. She always prefers to go to bed looking cute then anybody catch her not looking her best.

Her hair is so damaged from bleaching and dying it so much.

She’s a skater girl. She could roller skate, but she mostly has a skateboard she likes to use.

She watched Invader Zim as a kid, and still has a bunch of pins and posters of it.

Nina has lots of stims, mainly ones of her jumping, stomping, humming, patting her knees, and chewing on stuff.

She’s a dog person, and has been trying to get Mary to get one.

She's a great pickpocket, and loves to steal stuff from people. Nina will collect pins, comics, jewelry, bottle tabs, etc, and sometimes she will straight up steal stuff that she thinks are too cool to leave.

She is a BIG Sanrio fan. Chris was too, and his favorite character was Keropi, while hers was Kirumi.

They’re a big sweet tooth. She would rather desserts be something way too sweet, than have any dessert taste bitter. They love chewing gum, but they only like fruity flavored gum. Therefore, she hates dark chocolate and mint flavored food.

She has a locket with a picture of her and Chris that she made.

Despite Chris being Michelle’s favorite, Nina could never hate him, though she was pretty bitter about the situation for a few years.

Nina had a huge crush on Jeff for a bit in highschool after her and Clockwork broke up, which was also how Jeff was also able to manipulate her so easily.

Nina has a tongue piercing that Jane did for her.

She sleepwalks, and has insomnia and night terrors.

Nina knows how to play the guitar because her dad taught her when she was little. She sometimes still plays it for Jane and Mary.

Nina loves Monster High, and her favorite character is Twyla.

Nina hates wearing sweaters since they always feel too itchy for her.

She actually uses a switch blade as a weapon, not a kitchen knife.

Honestly, she is terrified of spiders, like to the point where she will break down at the sight of them. One time she tried to get over the fear by forcing herself to hold a spider she found, only to immediately panic and drop it in her room at Mary’s. She hasn’t been able to find the spider since, and refused to sleep in that room afterwards. Liu, thankfully, agreed to swap rooms with her, but she still refuses to go in there.

Oftentimes, on road trips and car rides, she will fall asleep the second the car starts moving.

Her and EJ get along pretty well although they do not interact much unless Nina is staying at the refuge, or Liu is hanging out with them. She often gossips to him a lot, though he doesn't quite understand.

Her favorite subject in highschool was chemistry, a class which she took with Cody.

Nina always answers the phone, no matter where she is or what she's doing. She will drop everything to make sure somebody doesn't think she's ghosting them.

Nina can play the flute, the guitar, and the trombone.

[fiddles-ifs]

Merry Shitscram everyone !! have backstory

Kaylen's nose is especially oily today; you can see her pores working overtime to clear the sweat out, hair clinging to her forehead from the new choppy pixie cut. It makes her look like a dance mom at fifteen.

"You're so fucking sad I get a charity tax break just for hanging out with you," she says, smacking your roller blades to get you to break. Doesn't work. Never will. And there's no ref to break it up, so she just stops, fingers tightening on her own stick.

The ands -- Kaylen, Aiden, Dylan, and some other douchebag teen from your grade -- like to fight dirty, but their chirps could use some work.

"Nice Letterkenny reference, dipshit," you say. "Are you going to play or not?"

You're barely out of face-off when Aiden comes from left and shoves his bulk up against your shoulder, trying to wrestle the puck away. He's not very fast, but he's pushy, and big. Sandwiched between him and Kaylen -- who is fast, but an opportunistic vulture -- is a disaster until someone from your team manages to help you out of the hole.

But Dylan has his legs wide open, staring dazedly at the powerlines overhead. You do some mental math, just as Aiden and Kaylen get distracted by shoving matches from your side. You're alone in the vast expanse of concrete and sky. You might have just enough time. You wind up, stick blade parallel to the high wires.

The slapshot you punish him with comes in front of a thunderously loud crack, composite hitting asphalt; the puck looks like a bullet. You worry you might has misjudged the angle -- it'll put a dent right in his shin, and you can't deal with that right now, not with parole chilling the sweat on the nape of your neck. But then it zips right between his knee guards, into the net, ripping a hole through the beat up rope. It's fine -- the goal is battle scarred with pockmarks from years of abuse.

And you win.

And that's all that matters.

Your whole team freaks the fuck out, slapping the top of your head, jostling you for good luck. They almost knock you off your skates.

"Fuck you, Robin!"

"You kiss your mother with that mouth, Dylan?" You have to shout to be heard over the sound of teenagers still raging. "Probably not, because she looks like a dog's shaved asshole. Doesn't stop me, though!"

You stick your tongue out and glide back down the pavement -- you'd snow him if there was snow, but alas. You'll make do with kicking a little grit onto his shoes.

"Dick," you hear him mumble, just as Aiden skates up by him to try and balm the wound.

"Yeah, that's probably why their parents dumped them on the side of the road."

Everyone freezes -- except for the ands, who just laugh, the four of them tittering by the net like fucking hyenas.

"What did you say?" Your voice is cold. Sharp. Violence hiding in it. Someone puts a hand on your shoulder -- you don't give a shit who. It doesn't matter. It never matters.

"Ignore him," they say, trying to sand the edges down so you don't get in trouble. Looking out for you. (In your mind's eye, in the present, you try and imagine what Bautista looked like as a teenager with her hand on your shoulder.) "He's stupid."

And they keep laughing, even when you shake off the hands trying to keep you contained.

Nobody's laughing when you break your hockey stick in half over Aiden's head. There's a lot of screaming, actually.

(You look back on it now with a sort of numb-feeling shame, clinically picking the scene apart. Aiden was lucky you didn't seriously hurt him. You had a lot less control in those days.)

Parents come rushing out of apartments, pulling kids apart. Someone has a t-shirt pressed to Aiden's head. Someone else has their arms around you, pinning your hands to your sides while you kick and scream.

"If your little trailer trash foster mutt ever comes near my kid again, I'll call the fucking cops!"

"I am the fucking cops, lady!"

You're only a little bit calmer when your dad sits you down with a long-suffering sigh, hands on your arms like you might lash out again.

"What the hell was that about?"

You keep your head bowed, heavy with shame — your dad doesn’t ever yell like he did outside. Doesn’t like doing it. Says it makes him feel like an ass; and that’s about the one thing you’re embarrassed over. Cracking your stick over Aiden’s dome was darkly satisfying.

You explain, agonizingly stilted, what Aiden said to you.

Dad lets that settle for a bit. Then, he sighs, hangs his head, and gives your arms a gentle squeeze before he looks up again. His glasses are perched right on the tip of his nose, now.

“I’m sorry, kiddo.”

“He’s a douche.”

“I know — but now he’s going to keep coming back.”

“Why?” You don’t mean to sound so wounded.

“Because he’s a douchey teenager, and as long as he thinks he can win, he’s going to keep coming for you. The best thing you can do is walk away.”

(You loved your dad — but he was wrong. The best thing you can do isn’t walk away.

The best thing is to make sure they know they will never win.)

[aprofessionalprotagonist]

DBD Fic

I'm working on a fic about Charles and music. Read what I've got so far below the jump. If you're more knowledgable than me about 80's British Ska, feel free to chime in with advice.

The first time Charles Rowland visited The Small Back Room, he was thirteen and definitely not supposed to be in Soho. He’d told his parents he was going to be playing footie in the park with some mates, but instead took three buses to end up in an area of London where his parents probably thought he’d be instantly murdered, or worse. 

But he’d been willing to risk it on a quest for what George had called ‘brills music.’ George was the seventeen-year-old, amazingly cool, older brother of one of Charles’s mates. He was tall with a bit of stubble and wore suspenders with jeans. Charles had listened enraptured while George had explained all about the bands, and how Soho was where all the real record stores could be found. (Freddie, the brother Charles was purportedly mates with, got so bored during this as to actually break out his maths revision.)

So Charles found himself walking through Soho gawking. A man in tiny shorts and a crop top roller skated down the road, weaving in and around irate drivers. There were dirty alleys and shops blatantly advertising peep shows. He walked past a bookshop just as a white haired man loudly slammed the door and declared the place closed. 

Then he heard a trumpet backed by guitar coming from the open doors of a shop. The Small Back Room was small indeed, positively crammed with shelves of records. The shoppers were browsing elbow to elbow and not a one of them dressed in anything like what his father would have called an acceptable manner. Charles asked a man in a t-shirt that said ‘Rude Boy’ what was playing. The man looked Charles up and down, a mildly disdainful look at either his age or school jumper, and answered “The Specials.”

Charles spent over an hour in The Small Back Room. The music changed frequently. Some of it, like the Bowie, he recognized from the radio. His favorite was the upbeat, brassy music he learned was called Ska. He had enough money for two records, and debated until finally selecting one by The Specials and another by The Beat. At the counter, a small blond girl sat coloring next to the man running the till. She smiled at Charles, a bright, glowing welcome.

“Here,” she said, handing him a small white pin with ‘SKA’ in black letters, “make your jumper better.”  

“Stop giving away the merchandise, Maggie,” the man said, his words chastising, but his tone fond. “Enjoy your records, kid.” The man smiled at Charles in an echo of the girls.

As Charles headed home, he rubbed his little button, smiling brightly as well.

[where-is-francis]

Steve harrington x male reader where steve visits his boyfriend in lenora and angela causes trouble??

𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚

𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Before You Interact

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩: Steve is finally able to visit you in Lenora after saving up for a trip. When you go to Rink-O-Mania, Angela decides to start some trouble. Little does she know that she’s getting in over her head.

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨: He/Him

𝙎𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚: Mainly fluff, but it’s also pretty funny

𝘼/𝙉: Ok this turned into like a full fic bc I LOVE this idea. Left it vague as to whether you’re a Byers or were adopted bc I didn’t feel like it’s important. Bc of yours/Steve’s age, you’re not really jealous of Angela, but just decide it would be funny to fuck with her due to the constant tormenting of El. This takes place instead of the roller skate scene like give El a BREAK.

𝙏𝙒: Petnames (you call Steve handsome, pretty boy, baby; he calls you sunshine, handsome, gorgeous), you very mildly threaten Angela and her friends, I think that’s it.

Steve Harrington had waited 137 days to see you. He worked his ass off nearly every weekend, including overtime, to save up to visit. So when he heard Mike was going to be flying alone, he practically jumped at the opportunity to go to California. No amount of layovers or nearly-lost luggage was going to stop him from seeing you.

It felt like a dream for both of you. While the Wheelers drove him and their son to the airport, he could do nothing besides stare at the picture of you that always sat in his wallet.

It was from the last birthday you spent in Hawkins. Johnathan was taking pictures, as he does, and immediately gave it to Steve. You were radiant; the light of his life. Sunbeams were strewn across your (s/c) face and brought out your features with a compliment of messy (h/c) hair. On the border of the snapshot was your new number and address — though the Harrington boy quickly committed the information to memory.

The flights — yes, plural — were long and grueling, but it didn’t matter. Mike and Steve were practically sprinting with excitement as soon as they were allowed to leave the plane. Other passengers that occupied the long hallway either moved or shouted profanities, but it didn’t matter. After Steve nearly tripped over Mike’s suitcase one too many times (and threatening the boy with violence) they had finally reached the lobby.

You, El, Will, Johnathan, and some other guy were all sat in the seats. Since the last time he saw you, your appearance had changed a bit. Your hair was a bit sun-bleached and (pulled/pinned) back from your face, which was now a warmer tone than what you left Indiana with. All of the days spent either surfing or skating were beginning to show in the best way possible. You were truly living up to the nickname ‘sunshine’.

“Baby!” Your voice cut through the crowd.

In no time at all you two were hugging and waddling like a couple of penguins in an attempt not to knock each other over. Being in his arms and being able to breathe him in after so long was better than anything in the world. Steve Harrington was as much yours as you were his.

After multiple kisses, the rest of the group came to greet him. El joined you in hugging the male’s side, leaving Will and Johnathan to wave.

“Woah, dude… your hair… it’s like. So perfect.” The male dressed in all neon mused as he stared in awe. “Wait! Hairington, holy shit! It makes so much sense!”

Steve gave you an awkward look, trying to figure out what was going on. His only response was your lips mouthing ‘Argyle’, and it suddenly made perfect sense. Yours and Johnathan’s new best friend.

Once your other luggage was collected, your group of 7 piled into the giant (heavily scented) van. El was insistent that you were going to have a day at the roller rink. Steve was somewhat opposed at first, but after some reassurance and teasing, you told him he didn’t have to skate.

The place was bustling, but not too busy. There were lots of things to do in the large building — skate, arcade games, the whole nine yards — but you opted to treat your boyfriend to some mediocre-at-best nachos from the food counter. Mike and El went to skate, leaving Will on his own. You and Steve felt bad for him, but eventually saw him beaming when another boy his age sat down at the table and talked with him.

“Makes me feel old,” you remarked.

“You are old. So am I. I mean, we practically raised these kids, now look at them.”

He was right. But it was good to see them finding some sense of normalcy after everything that happened.

The nachos in the plastic tray quickly disappeared as you spent your time catching up.

“How’s Robin’s ventures going along? Last time she called she was talking about some new girl.”

Steve licked some unnaturally orange cheese from his finger. “Oh yeah, Vickie. You remember her? She’s in band and graduates with Robin. I keep telling her, like, she’s the one — you gotta go for it — but she won’t listen.”

“Do you think Vickie is into girls?”

“Oh, no doubt. I would practically bet on it. A week or so ago we were rewinding the tapes and stuff, she brought Fast Times back and it was stopped at a very specific scene.” Your boyfriend leaned across the table to get closer to your face.

“No way.”

“Yes way! And I told her to just drop a hint, but she won’t listen.”

“Kind of ironic coming from you, pretty boy. I practically had to kiss you before you caught on.” Your hand began to tangle in his.

It felt right. Like all of the waiting was worth it. Steve rolled his eyes, flashing you a smile. The way his dimples showed when he did was enough to make you melt into the booth. The man before you was everything you could ever ask for and more. Catching your gaze, he leaned a bit closer, lips just a small distance from yours.

“Alright. I’m gonna go get us some slushees, and you,” he emphasized by tapping your nose with his pinky, “can continue to sit here and look gorgeous.”

You watched as he stood and walked to the counter to get some cups. If having a fine ass and making jeans look good was a crime, that man would be serving a life sentence.

Steve bought the biggest cups they had. The souvenir ones, to be exact. They were tacky and about 50 shades of neon vomit, but it would remind him of you when he inevitably had to go back to Hawkins. He began to pale at the thought of leaving you in a week, but shook it off in favor of other things.

Maybe he could save enough to finally move — even if that meant getting a second, even third job. But you seemed happy in Lenora. Would you even want to go back to Hawkins after the big change? You had found yourself with new friends and hobbies, but still the same as the first day he met you. And there sure as hell wasn’t any ocean in Indiana, meaning you’d have to give up surfing. Maybe the two of you could stay in Lenora? It’s smaller, and a bit of a drive from the beach, so rent might be cheaper. Would you want any of that? To move in with him and maybe eventually become (Y/N) Harrington?

Or maybe he would be Steve (L/N). But there’s always the option to hyphenate. Which sounds better — (L/N)-Harrington or Harrington-(L/N).

The brunette was so caught up in his own thoughts that he nearly let the slushee overflow from the plastic cups. It was too late before he noticed a girl standing at his side, giving him giant lovey-dove eyes.

“Hi!”

Her voice cutting through was enough to nearly send the cup flying from the counter. As he turned, wide eyed, he finally caught a good look at her. She was a pretty blonde, likely a few years younger, with a bright smile and hair in a scrunchie. The way her bangs bubbled out and the perfection of her makeup complimented the grin she sported.

“Oh, hi. Uh — sorry, did you need the machine?”

In all honesty, she reminded the Harrington boy of somebody he would’ve been with in his earlier years of high school. The aura accompanied by a few close friends practically reeked of high school popularity.

She stuck a hand out, holding it like a model. “I’m Angela.”

Steve grabbed the second cup to avoid shaking her hand. “I’m Steve. Steve Harrington.”

“So, are you, like, new or something?”

The blonde began to lean up against the counter and slowly inch her way closer to the older male. He silently pleaded that you or anybody else would come save him.

This is not good.

“No — well, kinda. I’m just visiting.”

Behind the blonde, a boy in a gaudy denim jacket spoke up before nudging the girl. “Hear that, Ange? Maybe you’d be able to show him around.”

Steve practically cringed at everything that was going on. He didn’t want to be rude, but she definitely wasn’t old enough for him. Not to mention his lovely boyfriend of 2 years, who was still sat at the table. He glanced over and caught you looking bored, and Angela put the pieces together.

“Wait, you know (Y/N)? He’s with Jane, and her brothers! That is so crazy, Jane and I are, like, best friends!” The venom that dripped from her voice said otherwise.

You were becoming impatient, for lack of a better term. Steve wasn’t going to stay for too long and you were bound and determined to spend every moment together. When you finally found him, he was still at the slushee machine — accompanied by a group of teenagers you’d never seen before. Will looked over when you called his name and followed to where you were pointing with a confused look. He saw who it was and gave you a nervous look.

‘Angela?’

The younger boy nodded in confirmation.

A smirk sinister enough to rival the Devil was now present on your features. El never liked to talk about having problems at school, but Will knew it would be better to tell you. You were sworn to secrecy, but a perfect opportunity had just presented itself. Who were you to turn it down?

Will and the boy he was with watched as you began to slink from the booth and stalk over to your boyfriend.

This is going to be good.

At your arrival, Steve started laughing nervously — a habit you loved dearly, and would use to tease him — because he had no idea what was going to happen next. If you were somehow jealous, he was preparing for a rough night.

“Wow, Steve! You’ve only been here for a few hours and already have friends!” You rivaled Angela’s signature fake charm.

She rolled her eyes a bit and went back to Steve. “As I was saying—”

“C’mon, pretty boy, don’t be shy. I think you should introduce me to your new friends!” A (s/c) hand reached up to squish his face a bit.

Your boyfriend was wide-eyed and practically begging you not to do it. The blonde girl’s expression turned sour, her arms crossing, and you got a look at her small group. It was like if you took Tommy H. and Carol and gave them the douchiest California-style makeover you could manage in 20 minutes or less. Steve said nothing and instead turned to grab some straws for the drinks.

You leaned down between the two boys of the group and began eyeing them. One hand was placed on each of their shoulders to make sure they were going to listen to what you had to say.

“I heard you’ve been giving Jane trouble. I can assure you that if it happens again after this,” you glanced at Angela, “I will be breaking these boys’ legs. And trust me, I’ll make it look like an accident.”

The four younger teens began to get angry. Steve did, too, after catching what you’d said about El. Both of you had fully shifted into Dad Mode, standing your ground. Your boyfriend shoved a straw into the slurpee and took a sip, using it to gesture as he spoke.

“Are we clear?”

Angela and her darker haired friend began to drag the boys away before they could even attempt to go toe-to-toe with you. It was Steve’s first day back, and getting into a fist fight with some sixteen year olds wouldn’t be ideal, but you had seen your new sister come home with tears in her eyes one too many times.

The group exited the rink and left you and Steve to maneuver back to your table. Will and his friend were grinning; you hadn’t seen a smile like that in years. When you sat down in the booth again, your boyfriend opted to take the spot beside you. Your arm snaked around his shoulders and pulled him in. The perfectly styled strands of caramel tickled your face when he leaned against your shoulder.

It was a desperately missed gesture. For a split second you were sixteen again, laying in Steve’s bed, spending the night for the first time. If you focused hard enough, you could catch the light fragrance of his hairspray, or the strong scent of his cologne.

“Sunshine, you’re fucking insane. Do you know that?”

“Oh, don’t act like you wouldn’t have done the same thing if you knew.”

Steve’s soft brown eyes met yours as he took another sip of his slushee. His lips were quickly stained red, and yours blue. Even with the chaos that was the roller rink it was like you were alone. Just happy to have the other back. You were going to soak up every minute with him.

More male/GN reader content on my blog. Reblogs instead of likes — it helps keep the circulation going and helps others find my work. Stranger Things blurb/imagine/headcanon requests still open!

[zdux]

Can I please have a headcannon for the sally face main 4 and Travis with a tomboy fem S/O with short hair and wears vintage suits, newsboy hats, vintage casual clothes and sometimes steals the characters clothes but she still wears lipgloss,lipbalm and lipstick? Please tell me if that is to much

Yup! You and I talked this morning about modifications for this, so here it is with the changes we worked on! Head Cannon Prompt: Sally Face Squad with an S/O who wears vintage clothing/has a vintage aesthetic.

Sal

I think that Sal would really enjoy someone with such a unique sense of style!

Even though he is very grunge, and pretty metal head/punk rock, he would probably stick to his aesthetic, but completely support you.

When he notices you like lip products, he will get Ash to help him find you good ones that he can give you here and there, just as little surprises.

He kind of wants to try said lip stick, but ultimately decides not to because he doesn't show his face, so he's not really worried about his lips looking perfect

Whenever he goes shopping he would keep an eye out for something you would like, like fancy watches that look very vintage.

He would also take you to antique shops, flea markets, & thrift stores to look for things you like.

When he catches you stealing his clothes, he doesn't mind one bit. He will actually go out of his way to leave his shirts places for you to find.

He loves to go skating with you. He's not the best at it, but he's gonna try. If he can't get a hang of rollerskates, he'll just skateboard instead.

Larry

He is going to ADORE your outfits.

It's really complex in comparison to his style, which is just metal head + stoner.

Since you know a little about makeup, he likes to do trade off nights, where you show him thinks about lipstick & in return he does your eyeliner or helps you pick out a set of earrings from his collection.

I imagine his love language being physical touch, so I could see him using all the cool pockets & details on your outfits as ways to connect, ie, a hand in one of your pockets, an arm around your shoulder while he fidgets with a button or chain on your jacket, tilting up your hat when he goes to kiss you.

He friggen LOVES it when you steal his clothes.

One of his favorite things to do is to snuggle up with you while you wear his pajamas, watch tv, and maybe smoke up a little.

His favorite cuddle position is where you are sitting in his lap so he can hug you from behind, and he thinks it's adorable if you fall asleep on him.

Larry is AMAZING at anything with wheels. Skateboard, Roller Skates, Scooter, doesn't matter, if he doesn't know how to do it already, give him 24 hours.

He would love to do nothing more than skate around town with you.

Ash

Ash would love your style so much

She would love to share clothes with you, or to go shopping with you.

She really likes makeup, especially eyeliner & mascara, so meeting up at a makeup store and getting each other products is one of her favorite ideas for date nights.

She would search high and low to find you more stuff for your aesthetic, even if it meant driving hours just to go to the right shop, no drive is too long when she's got her bike.

She LOVES your hair too.

Since she has such long hair, seeing and playing with yours is going to be so much fun for her. She's gonna try to style it in all kinds of ways.

She also loves it when you steal her clothes, especially her jewelry. She has so many different rings, chokers, necklaces, earrings, hair pins, you name it, she's got it, and if she finds you wearing them? She just falls a little more in love

She's always been more of a bike person, so she likes to scooter, but she will try to roller skate. Once she hears about roller BLADES however, it's over. She picked them up so quick & she's super good at them.

Todd

Todd is going to be really impressed with your style, especially since he never really focused on having an aesthetic.

He thinks you look really fancy & sophisticated, which is totally different to what he was raised around, since his parents were very chill & never worried about looking fancy.

He likes to go shopping with you because its not something he ever cared about before. He's even started researching the history of fashion to learn more about your style.

He still thinks its really sweet that you steal his clothes from time to time, even though you have such a fancy & thought out aesthetic. It reminds him that even though you look like an angel to him, you love him just as much as he loves you.

He was never much into skin care, honestly he wasn't into much other than tech before he met you, so he thinks its really cool when you show him all the different types of lip balms, which eventually leads to him really liking skin care, face masks, and other similar products.

Since he likes his research so much, he tries to gear it towards your interests so that he can talk to you about what you like without being completely clueless.

He will often pull all nighters doing research for Sal & the gang, so you've gotten into the habit of crawling up on his lap & falling asleep there while he works. Sometimes he won't even realize, but once he stops for a minute, he will kiss the top of your head & carry you to bed.

He's not very good with things on wheels, so he instead likes to be your camera man, taking photos of you skating & hanging them up at his desk.

Travis

Sometimes Travis still gets insecure, so he has a hard time believing someone so amazing can love him. He sees you like a saint that came down & has been blessing him since the day he met you.

Your fashion sense was definitely a shock to him, but he still really likes it. After he got used to it, he started trying to get you jackets that matched it whenever he was out.

When he realized you liked lip gloss, he actually went out & got a ton. He had always wanted to explore it, but because of his dad, makeup was always completely off limits.

He really likes it when you explain things to him in depth, so he will sit on the floor with you while you explain anything you like for hours.

He would be really surprised you borrowed his clothes. He's still not used to people actually caring about him, so anything you do is going to fluster him.

When he caught you wearing his clothes he was upset at first, but then he realized you were actually being really sweet, so he blushed, forgave you, & bought some more shirts.

He's honestly really happy to have you around, you mean the world to him. He's learned so much from you & all he wants to spend the rest of his life doing that.

He's actually REALLY good at longboarding, so he will follow you around on that. If you go somewhere he can't go with his longboard, he'll just walk his way through & meet you on the other side.

I hope you enjoyed! I tried to mention the same little tidbits for each character so that we could see what each of them think. This was a lot of fun to write & I hope I can get some more asks to fulfill soon!

[blossomkoushi]

it’s what you feel, when you love someone.

summary: tsukishima kei spends his life discovering love. and the heartache that comes with it.

warnings: reader is a bit of an ass, but so is tsukishima one time, childhood friends AU, unrequited love, heartache, heartbreak, general angst things like that. gender neutral reader, referred to as “stinky” in texts. truly all hurt and no comfort in this one.

word count: 2.1k

A/N: i haven’t written angst in forever, so please let me know if this was okay or what i could improve on! i absolutely love angst and i want to get better at writing it, so any and all feedback is appreciated. fic is based off this prompt, thank you for requesting!

The sun shines through Tsukishima’s window. 7:30am. Rolling over in his bed and sighing, he reaches for his phone. The text messages you’d sent after he’d gone to bed sit at the top of the screen. A small smile grows on his face.

[from: stinky, sent at 1:43am] >> kei-kei, did you know that fish cough? Isn’t that so weird? >> like how does that even work >> wait I found a youtube video, look! >> *stinky sent a link* >> …doesn’t really look like coughing, does it? It’s more like a yawn >> kei-kei are you sleeping? >> laaaame >> sleeping is dumb

The nickname makes his heart flutter, just for a moment. It’d always had that effect on him, the blush creeping up on his face until he trained himself to keep it down.

[to: stinky, 7:34am] >> why were you sending me texts about fish at 1:40 in the morning >> stupid

Tsukishima pauses for a moment, hesitating before sending another text.

[to: stinky, 7:36am] >> are you still coming by practice later?

Getting out of bed, he starts getting ready for his morning class and practice. A part of him is grateful that you decided to go to the same university as him, being able to see you nearly every day made his life brighter. Not that he’d ever tell you that.

He’s out the door and walking to class when you text him back.

[from: stinky, 8:27am] >> obviously, I need to go see how ‘Taro is doing >> could you steal his shirt so I can see his abs during practice? >> *image attached*

Some kind of horny meme that Tsukishima never bothered to pay attention to, the kinds you always send when talking about his teammate, Kyoutani.

[from: stinky, 8:29am] >> oh, and you’ll be there too, ig

There it is.

He knows it’s a joke. He knows that he’s your best friend and you’re only joking. But the sinking in his chest and the knot tightening in his stomach is refusing to listen to his reasoning.

Swallowing down any anxious and sad feelings, he shakes his head and starts typing away at his phone.

[to: stinky, 8:30am] >> great. I’ll see you after class

Another message of seemingly random emojis pop up on his screen and he pockets his phone, taking a seat in the classroom and bringing out his notebook. He can feel himself zoning out before the professor even starts speaking.

-

Love is a strange word to Tsukishima Kei. It’s something his mom, and occasionally brother, say to him. Something on instinct, as if a promise would be broken if the words weren’t uttered.

Tsukishima had been 5 years old when he asked his mom about it. At the time he only repeated it back to her, an echo of her declaration, unaware of what he was promising her.

“it’s a feeling, Kei. Love is what you feel when you care for someone deeply. And so, you tell them.”

“do you have to say it?”

His mom stops for a moment, pondering before brushing his hair back and shaking her head. “no, you don’t have to say it. But you should at least show it to the people you love.”

Tsukishima continued telling his mom that he loves her up until elementary school. He still loves her after that, but his priorities shifted.

-

Tsukishima had been 8 years old when he realizes that he loves you.

The feeling grew stronger every day, your smile brightening his day and your laughter making his heart flutter in a strange way.

“Kei-Kei! Look, I found a snail! There’s more over there, come on!” your excited voice made his heart swell in his chest. Your small hand gripped his, tugging him through the mud and puddles on the yard, giggling happily despite the rain pouring down.

He starts drawing you pictures of snails. Small doodles placed on your desk before recess. He points them out after it’s rained, pulling you along to bend down and watch them slowly drag along the road on the way home from school.

You get interested in frogs, cats, worms, bees, even ants for a while. Tsukishima joined your obsessions, indulging you with drawings, books and pictures. One time he collected worms in a bucket on his walk home, handing them to you when he arrived at your house, knowing that you were ill and hoping the wigglies, as you called them, would make you happier. The smile you gave him burned into his mind, and he wanted to see it again and again until the end of time.

He loves you, even his young mind can grasp that. He hopes that you can tell.

-

Tsukishima is 12 years old when he realizes that he’s in love with you.

Valentine’s day was never something he’d pay attention to. It seemed silly to him, a whole day just to talk about love? Stupid. Love is something you feel, so you say it or show it and that’s that, why spend a whole day talking about it?

That is, until you run up to him the day before, excitement flashing in your eyes.

“Kei-Kei, do you know what day it is tomorrow?” your hands gripped his arms, nearly shaking him. The familiar blush grows on his face and he shakes his head, hoping you don’t notice how his skin is turning pinker by the second. “it’s valentine’s day! I heard some of the older boys talking in the hallway about what they’re doing for their girlfriends and it seems so cute! Like, oh, one is going to take his girlfriend out roller skating, isn’t that so romantic? And this other boy was saying that-“

Tsukishima tunes your voice out, focusing his attention to your lips moving. Your hands are still gripping his arms and a part of him wishes that you’d never let go, feeling his skin burning under his clothes. You’re standing so close; he could lean his head forward just a bit and his lips could be on yours. If he just-

“-Oh! And I heard some girls talking before gym that the boys in our class were going to confess to their crushes tomorrow! Do you think anyone will confess to me? I hope so” your words snap him back to reality. His eyes go slightly wide, looking into yours. Confess? You wanted one of the stupid boys in your class to confess?

A twinge of discomfort stabs in his stomach, his body filling with sudden annoyance. “no way” he scoffs.

He’s never regretted anything more in his life.

The excitement drains from your eyes and your hands fall from his arms. Before he can think, your chin quivers and you nod silently, turning around and running away.

The discomfort in his stomach only grows, changing and chafing along with an ache in his chest, all annoyance drained from his body in an instance.

He draws a picture of a snail and dinosaur, writing your names over them. Underneath he scribbles an apology. A quick “I’m sorry”, and he places it in your mailbox on his way home.

The next day, he sees you on the yard of the school, standing excitedly in front of a boy and throwing your arms around him.

-

Tsukishima is 13 years old when he realizes that you don’t love him back. Not in the way he wants.

Though, to be honest, he knew from the moment he saw you with the boy from your class walk home together from school, hand in hand.

You’re both in junior high and all you seem to want to talk about is your stupid boyfriend. It’s a different boy, not the same one he saw you with that previous February. This one is taller, not as tall as Tsukishima, but you say that height isn’t something you look for in a boyfriend. He can’t help but to feel the jealousy and sadness seep in at that.

“he’s older, you know. He’s turning 15 in a few weeks and he says that I can meet his family at his birthday party.” You’re seated on Tsukishima’s bed while he’s at the desk, trying to tune you out and do his homework. He hopes you’ll stop talking about him and do the same. You don’t. “oh, and I know you’ve never had a girlfriend, so you won’t know this, but he’s such a good kisser. Like, you can definitely tell that he’s got some experience compared to my ex. Isn’t that so weird? Me? Having an ex?”

Tsukishima doesn’t like this. You’re changing, trying to be older than you actually are to impress this older boy that he’s never even met. Not that he wants to. He’s gotten used to the dull ache of his heart breaking over and over again, the steady and constant reminder that you won’t ever see him the way that he sees you. He’s mastered the art of seeming okay, masking his feelings and pushing them deep down where no living soul will ever see them. But if he had to see you with this… boyfriend… he’s not sure that he’d recover.

So instead, he shuts up. He stays quiet and lets you babble on about all the little things that this boy does for you, letting the ache in his chest grow and grow. It’s better than the alternative, telling you how he feels. No, that’s not an option. He can’t risk losing you.

-

Tsukishima Kei is an idiot. He knows this for a fact after having to watch you pine after endless boys and men all the way up until university. Boyfriends that come and go, the make out sessions that he gets graphic descriptions of and a constant damp shoulder from holding you after your heart gets broken.

He pretends to laugh along when you joke about him being single for so long, his heart squeezing painfully at the reminder that his long-time crush has eyes for every man except him.

-

He only comes back from his heart-break haze when he steps into the gym after class. Only he wishes that he hadn’t.

Calling out a greeting, he sees you standing alone with Kyoutani. Except he’s not sure if it counts as standing, it’s more of a pinning to the wall. Kyoutani’s body caging you in, your back pressed to the wall with your hands around his neck. Even from a distance, he can see your usual excited smile, happy to have gotten attention from the boy you’d been pining after.

“sorry.” Tsukishima can only mutter, quickly turning around and walking out the gym again. He can hear your muffled voice, probably reassuring Kyoutani that it’s okay. He wishes that he’d walked faster, so he would’ve missed the unmistakable sounds of kissing and your soft sighs.

Tsukishima hasn’t let himself cry over you in years. He forces himself to go numb, push away any and all bad feelings until his breathing gets steady and he can look you in the eye again.

But this time, he can’t stop it. He’s fallen to the floor as soon as the bathroom door locks behind him. It’s disgusting, sitting on the floor with his hands pressed to his eyes, trying to force the tears back inside. His classes clink onto the floor, skidding away from him as his body shakes.

Tears stream down his face and drips down his shirt, turning the fabric into a blotchy mess, matching his flushed face and the snot running from his nose. His sobs echo off the walls, arms hugging his knees while the image of your body pressed against his teammate flashes behind his eyes every time he blinks.

He hasn’t cried over you in years. So, when it all hits him, it hits hard.

He misses practice completely, spending his time laying on the filthy floor in the bathroom and clutching his chest, trying to bring the broken pieces back together. He finally stands after what feels like an eternity. Picking up his glasses from the floor, he puts them on and watches himself in the mirror. Face flushed pink, eyes bloodshot and snot running from his nose, he thinks about what his mother said when he was a kid.

“love is what you feel when you care for someone deeply.”

A bitter laugh fills the room, his own hard eyes meeting him in the mirror.

His mother was wrong. Love isn’t what you feel when you care for someone deeply. All you feel is pain. The dull twisting of a knife in your chest as you watch the one you love fall for someone else, over and over again until you accept that their soft and loving eyes will never meet yours. Or at least that’s what you tell yourself when you’re standing in the bathroom of the gym where you saw said person fall in love with someone new. That you’ve accepted it.

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 4]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; masturbation, usage of toys, dirty talkin’, a bit of a filler chapter after last weeks hehe🍒 as always, thank you again for your continued support for cherry bomb 🥺💕 I'm actually not sure if next week’s chapter will go up on time due to my work schedule for next week but I'll be sure to keep y’all updated! if anything it’ll probably go up on saturday instead of friday... 😭😭 But anyway, have a good weekend yall! 💕💕💕 stay hydrated!! 

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - ?

The weekend ends quicker than Seungcheol even notices and while he wakes up Monday morning already thinking about you and your show later in the evening; his face falters when he reads the message on your cam homepage.

‘Sorry everyone :( I think I caught a cold so I won’t be doing a show tonight… I promise I’ll make it up to you on Friday! In the meantime, I’ve uploaded some new pics in our members only room~ I hope it’ll tide you all over ‘til then! xx Cherry 🍒 ’

His first reaction is to immediately panic; reaching for his phone and texting you to get as much rest and sleep as possible. He makes a mental note to check in with you again later, finding that he’s already running late to get to work when he gets out of bed.

“Hey! Seungcheol-hyung!”

The said male turns around, placing the set of roller skates on the ground. “Yeah, what’s up?”

Jeongguk sits next to him on the wooden bench, legs stretched out as he passes Seungcheol an energy drink. “Nothin’, just wanted to say thanks for coming over on Saturday! We should try to do that again, except maybe we can go out for drinks or something? We can give it the good ‘ol college try, maybe bring home a girl, if you know what I mean~” Jeongguk wiggles his eyebrows at Seungcheol who rolls his eyes.

“Uh, I’m down for the drinking part but I think I’ll have to pass on the hookups.”

“Really? Why? Are you dating someone and you haven’t told me?”

Seungcheol thanks the gods that the roller rink is dimmed; neon lights and disco balls the only things keeping the entire place dimly lit when he blushes a deep crimson, face hot as he avoids the younger male’s gaze. “Nah, it’s just, I--I don’t think that’s really for me. I’m more of a, uh, relationship type of guy, y’know?” Also, I’m devoting my time and energy to someone already who isn’t really my girlfriend.

“Mm, makes sense!”

Jeongguk keeps Seungcheol company even on his break, the two chatting about various topics before he lets Seungcheol know his break is almost over.

“Hey, wait! Before you go…” Seungcheol is nervous for some reason, fingers gripping the suede of the rollerskate’s boot as he avoids eye contact again. “Um, this is gonna sound really weird but… Who’s ‘j__min’? I feel like I’ve seen that username before and it’s, uh, I’m just curious how you know them? Sorry if that’s weird, I just--I’ve been seeing them around pretty often.”

“Oh, that’s Jimin-hyung. He’s a friend of mine that games with me sometimes! I’ve never really met the dude in person before, but he seems nice.” Jeongguk nods, staring off into space. “He seems really busy all the time too. And he’s super active on social media, that’s probably where you’ve seen him.”

Seungcheol nods; the guy didn’t seem like any sort of immediate threat so he logs the information mentally for now. He’d just have to do some internet sleuthing himself when he got home.

“Oh, cool, okay! Thanks ‘Guk!” 

Seungcheol groans after the seventh pair of skates he’s cleaned, standing up to stretch and reach for his phone in his pocket. He checks the notifications, noting that you hadn’t texted back or read his messages yet.

A frown paints his features knowing that you were sick, but he makes another mental note to finally buy you that sybian now that his most recent paycheck had come in with it’s overtime bonuses. There were only a few more days until Namjoon came back which meant his extra pays would be over, a sad sigh escaping his lips at the thought. 

The day gruels on; Mondays were always the slowest days for the roller rink which meant Seungcheol spent most of the time cleaning skates and bumming snacks from the concession stand usually. He tries to not pry deeper into Jeongguk’s friends but the curiosity eats him alive so he makes an effort to stay away from the younger male for the rest of the day, this time.

Instead, he spends the day hiding in the employee break room any time he gets; only leaving when Yoongi decides to hide in there himself.

Your head feels like it’s going to spin off of your shoulders once you sit up in bed. The sun sits low in the horizon from what you can see through your bedroom window; noting that it must’ve been the late afternoon already.

You’d woken up with chills, head fuzzy when you’d sat up earlier in the morning. Knowing that you were at least somewhat sick, you quickly wrote up a little memo on your homepage letting your viewers know that there wouldn’t be a show later in the evening. Afterwards, you had quickly downed medicine before curling up under your sheets and going back to sleep. You’d vaguely been aware of your phone ringing on the nightstand next to your bed, but you prioritized sleeping instead, knowing that you had to get better before the weekend came.

You groan once you ease yourself off of your bed, dragging your feet as you make your way to the bathroom in hopes of a warm bath to make yourself feel better.

It’s almost 5PM which means it’s almost time for Seungcheol to finally go home. He checks his phone one more time before he pockets the device, putting away the last few pairs of rollerskates before he starts making his way towards the backroom. 

“Hey! ‘Cheol-hyung, can you come over here!?” Jeongguk yells over the music, arms waving him down frantically before he clocks out.

Seungcheol walks over, noting an unknown male standing with him. “Yes? Did you need help?”

“This guy, sorry I forgot your name?” The male laughs, eyes forming crescents when he smiles brightly at Jeongguk. “It’s Seokmin.”

“Right, right. Seokmin is asking if we’re hiring?” Jeongguk ends with a head tilt, unsure of the answer himself.

Seungcheol bites the inside of his cheek. Technically yes, they were understaffed even with Namjoon around. But Namjoon was also technically the one in charge of overseeing hiring positions. And while they technically should’ve hired more staff, that also meant Seungcheol’s overtime bonuses would be cut anytime they actually had the appropriate amount of staff.

“Uhhhh… I--I don’t think so? I’m not the one in charge. Our manager that decides staff and hiring positions is out of town indefinitely so…” Seungcheol trails off, hoping Seokmin gets the hint.

“Ahh… Should I come back another time then?” Seungcheol nods, frowning slightly. “Sorry ‘bout that man. But hey, why don’t you leave your contact info so we can call you? So you don’t have to keep coming back.”

Seokmin nods, beaming at the older male.

“Sure, that’d be great! Thanks!”

Seungcheol only feels slightly bad when he gets home that night, praying karma doesn’t kick his ass later for lying.

On days when you cancel your show are the days Seungcheol realizes he needs more hobbies than watching your cam shows and gaming all night.

Not that it’s a bad thing, he thinks, just that he could supplement his life with more.

He places an order for a few cookbooks alongside the order for the sybian, soft chuckles spilling from his lips when he realizes what an odd array of things he’s ordered.

Seungcheol manages to fill his night with meaningless tasks; finally cleaning his PC and settling in to watch a movie while he polishes off an entire pizza. He checks his phone a few more times, noting no new messages and he wonders if you’re really okay. A lightbulb goes off in his head, power walking back to his PC as he opens a new browser.

He bites his lip, typing in ‘j__min’ in the search bar to see what comes up. By nature, the username is unfortunately a lot more common than he anticipates and he ends up rifling through a lot of dead ends before he comes upon the profile on the same camming website you used and an instagram that seemed to be updated fairly regularly.

“Let’s see…”

Your body feels hot all over. Pin pricks on your fingertips as a bead of sweat trickles down your temple.

Now, you didn’t feel sick, you just felt incredibly insatiable. Again.

You weren’t sure if it was because your body had adjusted to a certain schedule, but you can’t help the way you toss and turn in bed; thighs rubbing together in hopes of alleviating the growing wetness between them.

Checking the clock, you note it’s already 10PM, close to when you’d normally be doing your show. You sigh, pushing your sweaty hair out of your face as you reach for your phone on the nightstand. You immediately notice a few text messages from Seungcheol; frowning when you notice the text messages were from the morning.

cheollie ✨: hey, baby :( saw your note, i hope you’re okay.

cheollie ✨: make sure to drink a lot of water and take medicine!

cheollie ✨: don’t push yourself too hard either okay?

The messages end there and you pout, unsure what to even say now that it had been hours since he’d texted.

babygirl 🍒 : cheollie… i only saw ur msgs now 🥺

babygirl 🍒 : im sorryyyyy i was sleeping so long but i feel better now!!

Seungcheol closes all his browser tabs before he realizes it, a smile on his face when he sees you’ve responded.

‘That’s okay, I’m just glad you’re okay and feeling better. Promise me you drank tons of water?’

He feels giddy, palms sweaty as he grips his phone.

babygirl: mmhmm! i did… i don’t even feel sick anymore 🥺 but…

babygirl: dunno… i’m feeling needy again… i think my body is used to my usual schedule...

Seungcheol’s body thrums with newfound energy and arousal at your leading comments. He’s unsure of what to say next, fearing he was going to say too much. But his phone pings again, eyes quickly flitting over your messages.

babygirl 🍒 : if ur busy its okay but

babygirl 🍒 : do u think we could cam? just u and me?

babygirl 🍒 : only if ur free tho!!

His fingers are tingling when he sends his reply, making it short and sweet before he places his phone down and makes sure his PC is running smoothly.

‘Of course, you know I’m always here when you need me. :)’

It takes a few minutes for you and Seungcheol to set up your respective spaces and in the meantime, you grab your laptop, propping it open on the bed next to you as you lay in front of it. You had debated on using your better camera which you used for camming, but you didn’t want it to be set up like a cam show.

Instead, you wanted a more intimate and casual video call with Seungcheol, so you made sure your webcam worked fine as you placed it on the sheets.

‘Video Call Incoming…’

You can’t help the blush that coats your skin nor the lust that fills your body as soon as you accept his call; his somewhat blurry figure coming into view.

“Hey, sweetheart!” Seungcheol beams at you through the grainy camera and you already feel yourself clenching around emptiness, words caught in your throat at how handsome he was and how truly enticing his voice was. “H-hi!” Rubbing your thighs together, you peer at the camera shyly. “I--wow, the pictures really… You’re so much more handsome on v-video.” You giggle slightly, leaning in closer to your laptop to get a better view of the silvery-blue haired male.

Seungcheol’s deep laugh filters through the speakers and your toes curl against the sheets.

“You should see me in person, maybe I’ll look even better then.”

You don’t deny that one bit; your own hands already itching to touch yourself. “Oh? Is that an invitation~?”

Seungcheol’s eyes pierce the camera, licking his own lips as you watch him  snake a hand down into his sweats.

“If you want it to be, sweetheart. But tell me about you, how are you feeling? Have you eaten already?”

Gulping, you watch as his hand seems to work slowly and out of view. “I--um, I feel b-better just… Dunno, guess my body’s just used to, um, y’know… A-and I haven’t really had much of an appetite...” You trail off, head still fuzzy from the cold medicines and now, Seungcheol.

In a roundabout way, it almost feels like you’re watching him do a show for you as you watch him slowly get off.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better, baby. But you know you should try to eat, okay? I don’t want you to get even sicker.” You nod, fingertips already at the edge of your sleep shorts. 

“I--c-can I touch myself too?” Seungcheol laughs lightly, nodding as he tilts his head back. “Of course, you don’t need to ask me for permission, baby.”

You grin at him, sitting up as you reposition the laptop. Your hand slides underneath a pillow, grabbing the small bullet vibrator you kept there. “Do you always keep a toy handy?” His voice is airy, teasing in the way he asks.

“Mmhmm~ You never know when you’ll need it~” You sing-song, shimmying your sleep shorts and panties off before you spread your legs in front of the camera.

The air gets knocked out of Seungcheol the second you spread your legs for him and him alone and he can’t help but imagine all the things he wanted to do with you. He watches as you tease yourself, fingertips only grazing across the areas he knew you wanted to be touched the most. 

“I can’t wait for us to finally fuckin’ meet.” He grits out.

A moan floats through the speakers of Seungcheol’s gaming PC, your saccharine voice music to his ears. “M-me too, wanna know what you’d do to me~” You giggle afterwards, pressing the vibrator to your clit as you spread your legs wider for him to see. Seungcheol’s hand around his cock tightens as he watches, an appreciative smirk on his face.

“Oh sweetheart, what wouldn’t I do to you.” You can’t help but slide your fingers through your wet folds listening to Seungcheol’s voice, whimpering when you finally slide a finger in. “Yeah? What would be the first thing? Tell me, ‘Cheollie~”

Even through the webcam quality, you can see the way Seungcheol’s eyes glaze over in complete pleasure. He licks his lips once, leaning in close so that you can hear him clearly.

“I know you probably think I’d get straight to the filthy shit, huh? Pin you to your bed and fuck you until you forget your own name or tie you up to the bedposts and make you beg for me to fuck you. But I wouldn’t. Because I wanna worship your fuckin’ body. I’d take it nice and slow with you, give you as many orgasms as you want.”

“F-fuck, Seungcheol, I–”

“You could use me for your pleasure, y’know? You deserve it. You’re such a good girl. I’d give you anything you fuckin’ want if you’d let me.”

Your choked moans have Seungcheol working his cock faster; nothing on his mind except for you and his impending orgasm. “Oh g-god, Seungcheol, I--fuck, yes, I want that~ I want you to--to make me cum as many times as I w-want!” You mewl, easily working in another finger as you pump the digits inside your pussy.

He smirks when he sees your grip on the vibrator loosening, knowing that you were already too lost in the pleasure to keep the toy on. “And I’d let you. Maybe I’d make you cum on my tongue first. Or would you want my fingers?”

“B-both! Puh--please…” You whine, legs threatening to clamp shut. You curl and scissor your fingers, thrusting them knuckle deep inside yourself as you chase the pleasure that overtakes your senses. “Please, ‘Cheol, tell me more~”

You watch through the camera as Seungcheol pushes his sweats down enough to get his cock into view; mouth watering as you watch it curve up to his lower abdomen.

“I know how much you love being doted on and being taken care of… So after I make you cum all fuckin’ night, you know I’d take care of you. Make sure you’re comfortable and cuddle with you when you’re tired.” His hips cant up into his closed palm, a soft groan on his lips. “And then when we wake up, I’ll eat you out. Nice and slow so you know it’d be worth it.” 

Seungcheol smirks, smearing the precum all over his shaft. “But I also know you like it rough and you like being punished like a bad girl. You like the idea of being tied up and teased and being fucked nice and hard too. I could take it nice and slow, build up the pleasure for you. Or I can take it nice and slow and tease you, I’d make you sit on my cock ‘n make you wait for it ‘til you’re begging me. Or maybe you would want an audience? Let them see you fall apart on my cock when you’re desperate to cum.” 

You press the vibrator against your clit again, Seungcheol’s name falling out of your mouth in a blubbering mess. “Oh--I--!!”

Your legs clamp shut, fingers halting their movements as you cum hard around your fingers. Seungcheol watches as your legs shake, his own hand running up and down his cock in quick motions as he chases his high too. You vaguely hear him groaning your name; the ringing in your ears overbearing as your orgasm continues to wash over you.

The sound of your quick and shallow breaths mix with Seungcheol’s over the speakers as the two of you catch your breath. You slip your fingers from inside of you, wincing when you turn off the toy and toss it to the side.

“Fuck, baby, I--”

“Y-yeah…” You quietly lick your fingers clean, knowing that Seungcheol’s watching. “I… that was the first time I… did that with s-someone…” You giggle tiredly, wiping the rest of your sticky fingers on your shirt.

“Really? Never?” Seungcheol’s surprised expression makes you giggle; his eyes round and mouth wide open as he leans closer to his webcam.

“Mmhmm! Just, y’know, it’s--it’s hard to get close to people sometimes…”

You had mentioned it off-handedly once while the two of you had been texting, that most of the dates you’d been on hated the fact that you cammed. There was always a possessive aura that was present and while Seungcheol would sometimes get a little jealous himself, he also knew it was your livelihood and how you supported yourself.

“Ah, yeah, I can understand.”

The two of you sit in a content silence, Seungcheol reaching for a few tissues to clean off the drying cum on his abdomen.

“Hey, ‘Cheol?”

“Yeah?” He peers up at the camera through his lashes, blinking rapidly as he watches you lay back down in front of your laptop.

“About what you said… earlier…” You pause, shyness overtaking once again. “I--Would you want to meet up? Like, for real? I mean--not--not like tomorrow or something but... Y’know, we can start planning?” 

Any words that come after that turn into radio static in Seungcheol’s head and he can feel his pupils shaking, nervousness already bubbling up inside of him at the prospect of actually finally maybe getting to meet you. 

“Seungcheol? ‘Cheollie? You okay?” 

Fuck.

“Huh? Yeah, yeah! I’m cool, I’m good, sorry, that--that caught me off guard.”

He watches as you talk animatedly, mind already going a mile a minute as he thinks over everything that needed to be done before then. 

“I’m really excited to meet you, ‘Cheollie!” 

[violetnotez]

matchup for drew  |  JJK

Request a matchup here

Hey babe! So I match you up with....

 Ｉｎｕｍａｋｉ Ｔｏｇｅ

Look at this pretty boy like ughhh youre so lucky 😭

Inumaki is incredibly loyal-he wouldn’t ever ever give you a reason not to trust him

Also, don’t let his quietness fool you-he is a total trickster/prankster and will always be doing something silly to get you to laugh

He really likes training with you-to him it’s quite therapeutic and a great way to bond with you

But he’s cheeky at times if your doing close combat-he’ll just quickly plant a kiss on your cheeks to get you distracted so he can pin you down 💀

He thinks it’s amazing you’re so skilled in so many sports-it takes a lot to train, and he respects it a lot!

The one he really wanted you to teach him was rollerskating-one day he’d just walk into your room, hand holding a pair of new skates and just plainly saying “Tuna?”

Tuna meaning Please teach me, I know you’re busy but I’m bored and I just wanna have some fun please please please 🥺

He caught on to it really quickly, and in no time you two were blasting music and making trips to the grocery store for some sweets as quick little dates

Inumaki at one point tried to teach Panda and Maki, but Panda was totally decked out in headgear and shoulder pads and still ate shit every 2 seconds 💀

When he first met you, he honestly wasn’t really that intimidated

He still got that nervous rush of meeting someone new, but he was used to meeting intimidating girls-Nobara and Maki being perfect examples of that

Maki was so relieved to have another girl, and you two hit it off amazingly-you two would always be paired together cause you work great off each other as partners and as friends

Panda is just so lovingly protective for you, like if you feel uncomfy in public at times or just feel awkward in general, he’s right there to just give some support 🖤

He just approached you like he would with them, just a quick nod of his head and maybe a reply like “Bonito flakes” to be respectful

He is really intrigued by you-he’s naturally curious, how could he not when he has someone new and pretty in front of him~

But he gave you space, not wanting to intrude or make you uncomfy

But once you begin to open up, OH MY GOD he is so happy!

You get along well with his friends, it’s almost hard to imagine you not being in there friend group at one point-

Whenever something makes you smile, he starts noticing it makes him feel all fluttery inside,,,

Or when he is able to make you chuckle, he finds himself smiling but so grateful he’s able to hide his cheeks with his clothing-

He isn’t oblivious, he obviously knows he caught feelings but he’s super scared to say anything

Cause-how could he even tell you? It’s not like he could just walk up to you and say “Let’s go on a date-“

You could say no and reject him....or even worse, he could make a terrible choice of words and force you on a date by accident with his cursed technique

The 2nd option was too terrifying to him, so he opted to text you a picture of him holding a sign that says “Date?” like a prom proposal, his lilac eyes unable to look at the screen

He definitely begged Panda to take it, cause the picture was pretty fuzzy and theres a furry finger on a corner of the photo

But you thankfully said yes, and Inumaki took you to a roller skating rink, thinking you’d feel comfortable there to hang out. Which was a great plan, until Toge realized he didn’t know how to rollerskate

Panic ensues

The whole time he was desperately trying to repeat to himself “Don’t fall, don’t fall, don’t fall-“ and still look cool at the same time 💀

It was still cute though, and after you helping him out a bit he caught on very quickly

Still did fall a few times, but when you would giggle and help him up he felt a lot better about it 🥺

Needless to say, was probably the main reason he asked you later on to teach him how to skate properly 💀

And also the main reason your guys’ second date was at a very flat forest with little shrines and fish ponds to look into

Inumaki reallllyyyy craves physical touch, but he never forces it upon you

At the beginning of your relationship, it was really delicate touches, from intertwining pinkies to resting his head on your shoulder

But then it slowly became more and more as you two got more comfortable

This dude will just full on run behind you and wrap his arms around you if hes tired

Or snatch your hand and squeeze it tightly if hes afraid you might be in danger

Does this really cute thing where he puts his forehead on yours and stays there for a sec- dont ask him why he does it, he’ll start blushing but he just likes feeling close to you like that  🥺

Songs for Your Relstionship: Paradise by Coldplay,  Beautiful People by Ed Sheeran, Timeless by We Three

Drabble:

“Toge, what are you doing-and when did you get those?” you questioned, your eyes scrunched up in confusion as you eyed the white haired boy in front of you.

Inumaki was standing in your doorway, his jacket zipped up fully so only his violet eyes were visible. In his hands were a pair of roller skates, the wheels a clear plastic while the shoes being a periwinkle blue. 

All he did was simply walked into your room, knowing it like the back of hand from countless visits as he picked up your skates that had been left on the floor from the day before. He simply held out both pairs, one simple word of “Tuna” presented out of his mouth.

Your eyebrows furrowed even more, head tilting slightly as you shifted on your bed.

What the hell did he want you to....

“Do you want me....to teach you how to roller skate?”

You saw him instantly light up, obviously ecstatic you had understood him so quickly. He simply nodded his head once as confirmation, violet eyes wide with relief and anticipation.

Inumaki had been bristling to get back in those skates after he had done such a disastrous attempt at your first date. Everytime he thought about how much he had fallen he always internally cringed, almost able to still feel the bruises on his rear that lasted days after.

You had looked so graceful and so happy that day, like you were gliding on top of water as you did laps around the rink or simply to just pick him off the ground after he had eaten shit. He wanted to be able to do that with you, to be able to have picnic dates at the park or just glide over to a store to buy some sweets and ice cream-he had so many cute ideas planned it was almost overwhleming.

He just needed to learn how to skate without painting his body in bruises first.

“Oh, Toge, Im so sorry-” he heard you saw, his heart falling slightly at the sound of guilt in your voice, “but I have some assingments I have to finish....maybe we can do it this weekend?”

That happy expression he had had a few moments before faltered slightly, his lips pursed and nose scrunched under his jacket. 

But Inumaki was persistent-he wasnt one to take no for an answer, especially when he knew how to get what he wanted with a few dirty tricks.

Toge took a few steps towards you, his knee landing on top of your bed and making it dip under his weight, wrapping his arms around you in an inescapable hug.

Inumaki was pretty clever, as he knew it was hard for you to resist him when he was being clingy. He simply nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, white hair tickling your jawline, hands squeezing your sides gently.

You sighed, rolling your eyes slightly with an amused smirk as your propped yourself on your elbows and looked down at your boyfriend, who was clearly milking it to get what he wanted.

“Youre not gonna let go unti l say yes, huh?”

Inumaki picked his head up, violet eyes soft yet mischeivously as he shook his head gently-

This brat wasnt going to let go until you did exactly what he wanted. 

You sighed exaperatedly, looking up at the ceiling as you felt Inumaki chuckle against your stomach.

“Fine then...” you gave in, finding it adorable how quickly his face light up.

“-But you have to buy me snacks and be my study partner for the rest of the night.”

Toge instantly smiled, the crinkles of the expression showing around his eyes. Getting you to teach him how to roller skate, and have a study date right after? This day was getting better and better for him.

“Salmon!” he agreed quickly, shuffling off of your form and handing you your skates- you were going to make him a pro after today, and he was more than ready.

I hoped you liked these, and thank you for requesting!! <3

[bwinkbear]

my hcs r dumb but here we fuckin gO

-nor plays acoustic guitar as a hobby. when he and fin go camping, they sit in front of the fire under a blanket and nor quietly strums his guitar n hums to fin. fin’s got his head on his shoulder. private moment of softness n vulnerability.

-as kids theyd pretend to go fishing in tiny bodies of water that clearly had No Fish, like puddles n shit, w sticks from the backyard that had string tied to them, and theyd take themselves Very Seriously, like theyd hang out there for hours, and if one of their moms appeared behind them fin would b like “sTOP ITTTT ur scaring the fish :(((”

-also as kids theyd try to “ice skate” w no skates on frozen ponds. theyve both fallen in at least once.

-as adults. idk if i stole this from you i mightve, but fin cuts nor’s hair for him.

-just the idea of them takin care of iceland even when they rly dont necessarily have to. showing up at his house bc he seemed sad on the phone. bringing him snacks bc they heard on the news theres gonna be a snowstorm. just little things bc theyre thinking about him. (ofc this also leads to chaos sometimes. they try to cut his grass for him when hes away but they dont know how to use his lawnmower n they end up taking down an entire tree. shit like that.)

-nor clinging to fin when hes had a bad day. end hc.

-they sing dumb karaoke together. u can decide if theyre drunk or sober.

-thing that landed in my brainrot just now as im typing this but could u imagine them having a date at a roller rink

-they go to college together and theyre roommates and tjey have cats and theyre gay and and

no hcs are dumb unless theyre abt aph denmark.

norfincampingnorfincampingnorfincamping hnghnghhnghm. it's strange but i struggle to visualize nor playing that kind of instrument, though i still take him as the musical type... think it's because i usually pin den as the guitarist but ig thats by law a Dumb take so nor playin it is very nice 😌😌. v warm concept 10/10 u fuckin bet fin provoked him to start playing it right then.

they would be very dumb kids together,, i see nor knowing all abt the local fish n rlly wanting to find them n hyping the idea up to fin for extra help bcos he just wants to find them so so bad. nor with a fish fixation is the cutest thing to me and the concept is starting to grow on me AAA

god damnit youre just making me want more childhood norfin fics. o, to recreate fin Drowning from hetalian horror show into fanon... but yes they definitely got up to all kinds of shit like this, being children raised in an Expansive Nature. feel like at least one of them would always have a twisted ankle or some shit from getting caught up in their play.

yes fin cuts nors hair bECAUSE HE CUTS ICES HAIR AND ICE LOOKS JUST LIKE NOR SO UNLESS FINS DOING THIS ON PURPOSE TO BE A FUCKING PRICK (and i guess i will give benefit of the doubt) THEN THEYRE PROBABLY GOING TO THE SAME PERSON FOR THIS,,, ive been craving reading some soft ass fic of fin greeting his partner after a long day of work or them returning from a storm or something and like cleaning them up n cutting their hair n giving them the comfort they desperately needed after that long-ass day... that for norfin? HMG. might pocket this concept for norfin week dont @ me.

nor is already so protective and annoying to iceland, highkey he might worry about him more than himself because he doesnt want ice to go through the same hardships he has 😩. fin probably wouldnt get on the same level as him, not having that same brotherly instinct or anything, but thats not to say nors delusions dont rub off on him or anything. "we have to check on ice, he cant handle volcano eruptions well he gets bad anxiety." and they both fly up there quick as can be to see ice leaping over streams of lava with hong kong for fun. and suddenly, norfin are the ones with anxiety about it. :)

clingy nor clingy nor clingy nor he would never admit it but it is So obvious. they could even be standing next to each other at a meeting and nor just quietly leans into him when he feels shy or overwhelmed. hes in good hands.

lol oh no. i feel like nors the type to quietly sing to himself when hes busy and if fin happens to recognize what hes singing he'll join in and then its just a thing. 😭 though i can definitely see this being a thing with all the nordics (besides the kids ofc)... as for organized karaoke i can see this being more fins thing than nor, despite nor having the better voice for it 🙈 its always the ones that want to sing that cant lol

ok a roller rink date someone would definitely twist their ankle. fin. fin would. he has 2 left feet. nors like hmmmm its easyyyy and fins like hahahah right, holding onto the rails n shit. he lets go for 3 seconds and... rip in peace.

idk that last one sounds kinda gay idk if jesus would approve

[sleepysailorghost]

Arcade wasn't sure what he expected when the Courier asked him to accompany them. They hadn't given a name, only said they were a Courier. It wasn't much to go on, but the Courier had looked up at him with big eyes. And for some reason, it didn't sound all that crazy to venture beyond the fort with them, a natural stanger.

They had listened so reverently when Julie spoke. They had fulfilled any job asked of them by the Followers. Certainly, if they harbored ill will towards the Followers, they would have gotten to their revenge before now.

He had asked for their name, if only to be polite.

"I don't have one. Courier or Six is fine, if you'd like."

"You don't have a name?"

"I guess I probably did once, but I don't remember any more. I just remember the man in the checkered coat- an 18-carat run of bad luck-and then waking up in Doc Mitchell's house. Maybe that man knows who I was. I don't know."

"That doesn't bother you, not having a past?"

"No, not really." The Courier leaned back. "I'm just me. Sure, I can't look back on the road behind me, but I can look forward."

"Interesting. Are you going to look for the man in the checkered coat?"

"I don't know. I guess I could. I'm supposed to, because he stole something from me and shot me in the head."

"Wait, he shot you in the head?"

"Yeah, that's why I don't remember much. It messed with my head too."

"Well, yeah. Getting shot in the head would do that."

"Oh, wait, I do have one hint to who I might have been." The courier starts to undo the many closures of their armor, like a fire's been lit under them. "What do you make of this?"

The Courier drops their armor clumsily on the floor, and then goofily flexes. He doesn't really know what they're refering to, but then he sees the poorly-done tattoo on their upper arm. It's a ring of roses and thorns that raps under their bicep. Despite being very mediocre, it is legible and in color.

"Huh." Tattoos aren't really unique, but it is something. "Maybe your name is Rose?"

"Maybe. It doesn't sound right."

"Maybe you just need to try it out for a while, wear it in." He's trying to help, but the Courier is a near stranger to him. "Or, if you'd like, I could arrange for you to see Dr. Usa-"

"No thanks. Don't want to take up her time." The refusal was off faster than a bullet from a sixgun. "If you're ready to go, so am I."

"Sure." He agreed. It wasn't really healthy of the Courier to act out against the idea of visiting the clinic, but it wasn't something he could force them into. At least, not as a near stranger.

This turned out to be one of the few times the Courier's former-NCR sniper friend wasn't travelling with them. He probably wouldn't have decided to go with the Courier if he had known they had company. Still, it isn't all that bad, even if he feels a little crowded with the Courier, their robot pet ED-E (he hates that thing), the King's robot-dog, the sniper, and the Remnant medical researcher. One more person, and the Courier will have a small army.

Not that the Courier normally has all of them traveling together at once. It's too noticeable, draws too much attention. It might even sound like a joke: an Enclave eyebot, a police cyber dog, an amnesiac Courier, a grouchy NCR sniper, and a medical researcher walk in to a bar...

It makes the Courier happy to travel with him, so he does it on occasion. Those occassions become a lot more frequent after they return from a place they call the "Big Empty".

That had been months ago. Now, he felt like he knew the Courier. Not that he wasn't surprised by the Courier-he certainly was. But he was familiar with the Courier now.

It was a dangerous sort of thing, that familiarity. He was even starting to think that perhaps it would be a good idea to let them in on his own origins.

And he knew how the Courier felt about him.

Leaning against his side while they sat at a fire, the Courier's hands stripping a defeated foe's weapon, they had muttered something.

"Sorry, say again?" Arcade responded. Most of the time, it was just complaints about bent springs or whatever, more to themselves than to him.

The Courier's hands stopped, laying the weapon on the ground.

"You're my brother, Arcade." The Courier says, and then continues before Arcade could interrupt. "Not by blood. Or hell, maybe you are. It's not like I'd remember. Course you are a heck of a lot taller than I am...maybe the tall gene skipped me."

Arcade doesn't say anything, attempting to process what the Courier was trying to tell him.

"No, we're not related by blood." He agrees, although he has no real way to confirm it without knowing the Courier's identity.

"I know." The Courier put their hand up to their chest. "I just...well, I know you're my brother. I, uhh, care about you."

Arcade didn't know what to say about that. It really did feel like it had come out of nowhere to him. A few weeks later, the Courier had gone running off to a place that might have been their home.

Antietam is walking by his side now, but their gaze is drawn over to an old poster. The pre-war store was filled with advertisements for many different products, from Sugar-Bombs to the newest products from Rob-Co.

Shelves, long ransacked and destroyed, have created something of a maze. The laminate tiling on the floor has become loose after centuries of neglect. Decorations littering the area would mark this location as a raider base at some point.

His friend doesn't seem to notice any of that, moving closer to a central display that might have been made of stacked shoeboxes once. Now, the boxes lay in a crumpled heap.

"Antietam, wait-" He says, and the courier stops.

"Yeah? Do you need something?"

"You need to be more careful! This could be a trap."

"I don't think it is. I'm pretty good at finding traps and I don't see any tripwires or bear traps. I've stepped in enough of those."

"Of course you wouldn't see them! It's a mess in here."

"I'm not going far. I just wanna see if I can find some of those."The Courier pointed at an advertisement. It was of a girl with little wheels on her shoes, looking over her shoulder as she spun away. Under the picture, it read "Roll with the punches with Roller-Ray skates!".

"Do you..need those?"

"Well, no. I just think they would be cool. Just rollin around town."

"I'll go with them." Boone added, if only so he could keep an eye on them.

"Yeah, plus ED-E's sensors haven't picked up on anything. I can handle myself while looking for skates, Arcade."

On that note, the Courier and Boone go to pick through the rubble. When they returned, Antietam raised their arm triumphantly.

"We found them! A little dinged up, but I can fix that. C'mon, lets go outside to try them!" With the hand not holding their skates, Antietam grabbed at Arcade's sleeve.

"Okay, okay." He said, because Antietam's enthusiasm for things was infectious sometimes. They exited the store, entering that had once been a parking lot. Rusted-through cars sat abandoned and the sun hung low in the sky.

Antietam dropped to the floor, strapping on their skates. They were metal and fit awkwardly with their combat boots and spurs. Awkwardly, like a baby radstag on ice, the Courier stood up.

"Okay,so I just." The Courier lifted one leg as if to take a step. Their balance was offset by the movement. Next to him, Arcade saw Boone move to catch the Courier if they fell, but the Courier braced themselves on a car instead.

They took a few more awkward steps.

"Yeah, I think I'm getting the hang of this." Their movements were jerky, but in time, perhaps they'd be alright at it.

Then they hit a skid in the destroyed asphalt and took a spill. Their left side collided hard with a rusted shell.

"Ouch." they groaned, and then collapsed onto the parking lot. "I'm just gonna rest here for a second."

Arcade laughed a little, and then helpfully whined about the sun.

"Alright, alright. Okay, getting up." The Courier pushed up from the asphalt with both hands, rising from their crumpled mass.

"Nothing broken?" Arcade asked, seeing Antietam avoid putting too much weight on their left side.

"No, probably just bruised." They replied, but that was what Arcade had expected. They were still extremely hesitant to be medically examined, even if it meant concealing and ignoring injuries. It stung Arcade-someone who the Courier allegedly loved like a brother-to be held at arms' length. That being said, he couldn't be upset with them either. The Courier had suffered greatly and been stripped of agency by doctors. It was a mark of pride that Antietam trusted him.

Actually, he could still be angry with them for concealing injuries.

The sun was beating down as steadily as it always did in the Mojave. A bead of sweat formed on Arcade's neck.

"Oh shoot." The Courier murmured, looking over their hands. They wore fingerless gloves, and a pip-boy on one arm. Arcade examined the injury. It would be a lot of work if the Courier came down with tetnus. "It's just a scrape, Arcade."

"It's not just a scrape. It's dirty and could get infected."

"Hottest part of the days coming up. We should wait it out in the store." Boone added, helpfully.

"C'mon, listen to your big brother, ok?" Arcade tried with a smile. The Courier looked up at him with their wide brown eyes.

Arcade was not above emotional manipulation.

Half a year ago, if someone told him that he was going to play big brother to a Courier who knew nothing about their past and hated doctors, he'd have likely sent them to see Dr. Usanagi.

The Courier ran their gloved hand through their short white hair. It fluffed up their bangs (despite the pin staying in place) and revealed the twin scars on their forehead and the surgical scar that ran around their skull.

"Okay." The Courier responded, sticking their wrist out to him for treatment.

"Oh, that's a nasty cut." he said, "Let's head inside so we can get this treated.:

In the end, even if the Courier was a hassle sometimes, he was glad to be their brother. He was turning into such a sap.

[dawningofdrag]

For prompts, 3 with rosnali? (Please and thank you!)

this was v v fun to write, thank you so much for the request! hope u like it

3. “You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, love.”

-

“Alright, hop on.”

“I was joking, Rosie.” Denali rolls his eyes, tucking the diner tray prop under his arm to redo the pin in his hair that held the coffee fascinator up on his wig. He attempts to secure the heavy object in its place, but when he feels the coffee pot drooping to the side he lets out a huff, signaling his defeat. “I’m not going to run over anyone.” 

“Nali.” Rosé’s tone is stern, unconvinced. The Scot’s eyebrow raises as he watches the brunette pull the tights over his roller skates, and Denali already knows he isn’t going to win this time. Rosé wasn’t going to allow him to anyway.  

“I’m not gonna trip anyone over this time, I swear! I already told Mik I was sorry.'' There's a barely noticeable slur to his words when he attempts to defend himself - even adding a pout for extra points - but Rosé catches it. He always seems to catch it and as annoying as it gets sometimes, if his secret little crush was offering to carry him piggyback-style to the runway set, maybe he’ll make an exception.

“Uh-uh, wasn’t making an offer baby,” Rosé flashes his toothy smile to soften the blow of the bossy tone that weaves in between his words, and Denali feels his knees go weak. “-it’s a command. Now get on my back.”

His dark eyes catch the older queen’s for just a quick moment before Rosé promptly turns to have his back facing him, knees bent slightly and arms reaching backwards, ready to catch his tight-ridden legs. 

“This is stupid.” Denali chuckles as he walks over to where the other queen stands, wrapping his arms around his shoulders to stabilize himself before jumping onto Rosé’s back. His legs are caught by gloved arms as he jumps onto them with a lack of elegance, the alcohol he had downed moments prior seeping into his muscles and fucking with his usually solid body control. He barely sticks the landing and he catches Rosé letting out a soft grunt.

His cheeks turn red under the foundation, arms moving around to make sure he isn't suffocating the queen under him with how tight he was holding on. “Sorry.” 

“You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy.” Rosé mumbles, taking cautious steps forward as they start their treacherous walk back to set. Denali knows he’s lying, he feels the silent struggle of carrying a drunk drag queen on roller skates pretty much radiating off of the blonde’s skin, but he doesn’t press on. His grip on Rosé’s shoulders are comfy, and the feeling that stirs in his stomach when he lays his chin in the crook of the older queen’s neck is nothing but warm and he doesn’t want to let go.

“I’ve got you, love. Okay?” Rosé reassures, and it’s all it takes for Denali to finally relax onto his back, lip tucking in between teeth to hide how the nickname echoed in his ears and ran like a current down his spine.

Denali nuzzles into Rosé’s shoulder as he relaxes, speckles of pink bleeding through the makeup and staining his cheeks. He thanks the universe for not giving Rosé the chance to see the toothy grin that plagues his lips. “Okay.” 

[gabbysdawsons]

clark and tyche pLEASE for that crossover ask

this took... so long. apologies. it also turned into a blurb about the group that happened to be from clark's perspective but can you blame me? you know they would all walk her to work on her first day.

Tyche couldn’t seem to stop tucking her hair behind her ear, and if Clark had been any younger—not that he was old to begin with—he would have made a game of it. Tyche raised her hand to brush her hair, already tucked neatly behind her ears, back from her face, and Clark gently bumped his shoulder against hers, startling her. He smiled softly as he looked at her, the action familiar and commonplace to him now. In those handful of years since they had first met, Clark couldn’t recall a time where Tyche Kroft hadn’t made him smile.

“You’re going to be great,” he told her, signing the words as he went. She rolled her eyes a little, but he caught the hint of a smile on her face.

“You have to say that,” she signed back, “you’re my boyfriend.”

“Don’t believe me? Ask King, he’s not capable of being nice,” Tyche rolled her eyes at him in earnest, but a smile had replaced the nervous pinch of her lips—she knew he was right. “And it’s just a summer job, if it doesn’t work out, there’s always another one.”

“Hey, lovebirds. We’re here,” Julian Maybank, seventeen and brimming with the same effortless charm his brother pretended to have, held a dinged up Polaroid camera in front of his face with one hand. His tone had been dull—teasing—but his enormous grin and tight grip on the camera betrayed his excitement. Penny’s Diner stood before them in all its mildly grubby glory; the wheel of a neon lined roller skate flickering from the sign. Clark caught a flash of red hair through the window, and apparently Tyche had to because her smile melted into a worried frown.

“She,” Clark gestured pointedly to the window, “isn’t going to be a problem.”

“It’s not her, it’s—” her hands still, eyes alight with worry. Clark can feel Julian and King’s scrutinizing stares burning into the back of his head, neither of them willing to put Tyche’s worries into words. None of them had talked about it since; that had been the deal.

“Not a problem,” Clark repeated, his words coming out with a casualty he was struggling to feel himself. “Trust me.”

Clark pressed a kiss against Tyche’s cheek, wrapping his arms around her in a hug as he did. He could feel as the tension in her shoulders loosened under his touch. A quiet click and subsequent flash signaled the use of the camera. Clark rolled his eyes and kept his attention pinned on Tyche; two years together and he still couldn’t quite believe she was his girlfriend. Beautiful, brilliant Tyche Kroft. A dry cough interrupted his thoughts, and he tore his attention from his girlfriend long enough to catch the deadpan expression on King’s face.

“Do you want her to be late on her first day?” he asked, thoroughly unimpressed with their display of affection. Clark pressed another quick kiss to Tyche’s cheek before releasing her, though Julian quickly replaced him. He was taller than Tyche by half a head at least and had to lean down to kiss the top of her sand coloured curls—a simple form of affection he had taken to using on all of them.

“Good luck.”

King stood apart from them, his arms crossed loosely over his chest as he surveyed them with his typical skeptical look. His glasses were perched to the top of his head, and his hair stuck out at odd angles, displaced by the lenses. Clark wondered if he could see them as any more than shapeless blobs of colour.

“I’m not kissing you,” he said, and Tyche cracked her first genuine smile since they had picked her up from the Carrera’s that morning.

“Alright guys. Get outta here,” said Julian, grabbing King by the back of his hoodie and yanking him off to the side. King sputtered in indignation. Clark barely had a moment to choke out a laugh when Julian did the same to him—hauling him away from the building and shuffling him back as if to corral him behind some invisible line. Tyche shot Clark a quizzical look, and he shrugged in response. He had found it easiest to not argue with Julian—or any of the Maybanks, for that matter. “We have a first day of work photo to take.”

Clark grinned at his girlfriend as she stood there in front of the diner, grinning ear to ear as Julian snapped a picture of her with the ancient camera. God. How was he supposed to go a whole day without her?

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

In Tatters: Nineteen

Steve and Bucky watch you carefully. They’d like to take you home and make love to you for a few hours. To make you squirm and pant for more. 

But. 

You were taking pins out of your hair and looking like you were... less than interested. 

It had, in fact, been the birthday dinner from hell and when you quietly asked to be taken home, Steve and Bucky had done it quickly. They knew. They knew as soon as they walked into the restaurant that this was a bad idea. 

Heads had turned. People stared and whispered. And not once during dinner, could the three of you carry on a conversation without being interrupted. It had been uncomfortable. Not just for the boys, but for you. 

You were wearing a beautiful dress. A deep red. And a pair of come and get it heels. You looked like a pin up. And no one even noticed you. Senators and ambassadors kept coming to the table. And you wished the boys had listened. You wanted to go skating. Maybe bowling. Go see a movie. Go to a roller dery match. Anything but pretending you were a society person who gave a fuck about anything they were talking about. 

“I’m going to bed,” you murmur, standing in the door way of your office, looking like you’re about to cry. 

“Bunny-” Steve tried, reaching for you. But when you shut the door. Quietly but firmly, he shut his mouth with a snap. You played music in your office, but that didn’t quite keep them for hearing you sobbing behind the door. 

You felt stupid. 

And for the first time in a long time, you couldn’t quite grab on to any of the coping skills you like to use. All you can do is lay in bed and wonder how to make your death look like an accident. Even if you know. You know. That it’s an over reaction. You don’t know why your brain always goes there. But any more, you just examine the thought for a moment and then let it go. 

And it took effort but. You forced yourself to just. Stay. Still. If you stayed still you weren’t doing anything stupid. And you weren’t going to do anything to push the boys away. There was only so much crazy a body could take. 

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“Steve,” Bucky sighed, opening a second beer. 

“I know,” Steve said cringing, looking at the wrapped gifts on the table. Expensive gifts. A necklace you could wear, to keep the both of them with you. Makeup you’d been drooling over. Even a stuffed bunny. 

“Why’d we do that?” Bucky asked. 

“Because we don’t know how to roller skate,” Steve said ruefully. 

“We better fucking learn,” Bucky said softly, looking towards the door and wincing when your sobs got a little more audible. 

“Yeah,” he agreed. In their time, a date like that was something you did for a girl you loved. But. You weren’t that kind of girl. And they really, really needed to remember that.

[nice-kill-tanaka]

If it's not to much trouble may i have a (male) host club matchup please. Im a Capricorn, my mbti type is infj-a/infj-a. I tend to be shy around new people but I can be somewhat loud around people who Im close to. My pronouns are she/her. I have long-ish length brown hair, green eyes, wear round glasses and have pale skin. I have a lot of freckles. My height is 5'0 I like to read books and also cook and bake food. Im not very athletic and im not a big fan if sports but I love to go roller/ice skating. I also have been playing the violin for 6 years. And I like to garden. I also like to watch nature/animal documentaries. I love animals and in planning on becoming a wildlife veterinarian. Some things I dislike are people who bend/ruin my books and people who talk over me when I try to speak. I hope this is ok, sorry if I spelt anything wrong. I hope im not bothering you :) also I hope the information I sent in is ok :)

[🌄 @armin-ocean-eyes​ requested one (1) regular Ouran High School Host Club matchup. I have just the ingredients for that! Sit tight while I get to work.🌌]

Taurus INTJ-t here 😗✌️So,,,,hi I guess! Also, since you are two (2) inches shorter than me, I am legally obligated to adopt and protect you. I apologize if I use gender neutral pronouns for you. That’s just my default!

Anyways, I have just the guy for you:

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🌓Kaoru Hitachiin🌓

(Please tell me this is Kaoru, gifs are stupid 😭😭😭)

🌱Humble Beginnings🌱

You are the daughter of the C.E.O. of a successful publishing agency

You were no stranger to the wealthy lifestyle. But, your parents made it a point to not let you become vain, lazy, or unsympathetic to the human condition

I’m not too sure if there’s an actual term for this, but a thing I like to call “right-brained intellectualism" was emphasized in your household. Basically, the ability to classify complex human emotions and not only understand them. But, view them through the lenses of objectivity and abstract concepts (Hence, the “right-brained” part)

The goal was to instill curiosity in you to explore how different personalities act in different situations and why. This could ultimately help you guide your social interactions in the future

(Forgive me if I'm speaking over your head! This information serves a purpose I promise!)

So, essentially super-charged EQ

But, here's where it comes in handy:

Due to your reserved tendencies, you weren't that high on Ouran's social ladder. Especially in middle school. You tried your best not to pay that fact any mind, reminding yourself to always pack an extra novel in case you finished your current one during the day

But, the (sort of) benefit to having so much time on your own, was that you had plenty of time to observe the students around you. Their actions, quirks, and relationships

Two particular oddballs caught your eye

Brothers. Identical twins that seemed to want no company than that of each other

You knew they had names. You knew what they were. But, not being able to pin a name to an identical face made that fact lose meaning

They didn't have any friends (Which wasn't a hyperbole). But, neither of them seemed shy, like you were

Rather, they were the asocial types. And you saw secondhand that they went out of their way to keep their little world for only them

You had accidentally seen one day what they did to girls that dared to confess their feelings for one twin. And that only reaffirmed that trying to figure out why the Hitachiins acted the way they did was too much pressure for your meek little heart

But...still.

There weren't any surface level answers to reach for that could calm your curiosities (Other than just passing the Hitachiins off as jerks and moving on). You could tell their reasoning was much more complex

And that. Frustrated you

To ease your mind, you wanted to start off small: Learn which is Hikaru, and which is Kaoru

One day, just before the lunch period started, you had finished your current novel. But, when you reached for the extra book in your bag, it had ✨vanished✨

You panicked a bit. You knew you packed the book. You re-checked earlier in the day!

The teacher unfortunately noticed you looking around like a lost puppy, asking what was wrong

"Mm?? Oh- uh...I just lost my book. It's, y'know, it's fine! I'll just...look for it later..."

The teacher didn't pick up on how embarrassed you were, asking the class if someone wanted to help you look

You were surprised when someone actually raised their hand

And just your luck, it was one of the twins, who turned to his brother and reassured him that they'd see each other at lunch

You (lowkey paralyzed by fear) followed the Hitachiin's lead, waiting until the rest of the class had left the room to begin your search

But, as you started to sift through the shelves in the back, you felt the boy tap your shoulder

And there it was in his hand, the first edition book on botany you had gotten for your birthday not too long ago

"You...you found it already??"

He rubbed the back of his neck, more bashful than you would've pegged him for

"Kind of…? I took it during class. I thought your reaction would be funny, but it was sort of just hard to look at. It would've just been cruel to embarrass you more in front of everyone."

"Oh...well, thanks for telling me at least."

The boy raised an eyebrow, your reactions catching him off guard once more

"You're not mad?"

"Not really. You realized your mistake and that's more than some can say. So, I can forgive that."

"Hm...well, I should get going. I can't keep him waiting!"

Before he left, you called out to him, asking for his name

"Hm? Kaoru."

🌳Flourishing Love🌳

The start of you and Kaoru's romantic relationship actually began in high school

The (in)famously idealistic Tamaki Suoh had approached you, Hikaru, and Kaoru to be a part of his new "host club". The twins as a part of the service, you as the manager (To garner male financial support, of course :D)

Since you weren't involved in a club anyway, you agreed to join next semester for your first year of high school

Once Haruhi came into the picture, you became fast friends. Seeing as you were both practical souls, if not intellectual

Through your friendship with Haruhi, you got closer to the twins you were so afraid of all that time ago

Especially Kaoru, the twin you had spoken to first

Both of your crushes formed rather fast as you got to know each other personally (And since Hikaru was already starting to take interest in Haruhi)

Kaoru had fallen for the way you never made face-value judgements of people. Like how you were so understanding about his dumb prank on you just last year

He learned to love the bright rays of passion that shone through your timid exterior. The way you talked about the things you loved like they were the greatest things in the world. You always made your case with such conviction, and Kaoru couldn't help but believe you all the way

You, Haruhi, Hikaru, and Kaoru were hanging out in the courtyard one day, and Kaoru had managed to get you to talk about the flora and fauna in the area (Which quickly segwayed into how you loved gardening and caring for animals)

All the while, Kaoru intently listened, staring at you like you were the only person in the world

During a pause in your avid canine classification spree, Kaoru picked up a few cornflowers that had fallen from a bush, putting them in your hair and behind your ear

While you were blushing up a storm, Kaoru bluntly, but sweetly, confessed

Hikaru and Haruhi looked on, endeared that the two sweetest souls in their little group had finally gotten together

In your relationship, you manage to draw out the more relaxed and mature side of Kaoru's personality

(Though, you always get a good laugh out of his more cunning and mischievous side)

You always affirm to him that he can enjoy both sides of being a twin, and being his own unique person. He doesn't necessarily have to choose

Kaoru definitely takes advantage of your height difference, using you as an armrest at the most inopportune times

He loves to kiss each and every one of your freckles (At least, on your face and neck). No matter what you think of them, he sees them as little targets to go for when he wants to shower you with love

But, like a respectful boy, he always lets you take off your glasses first if you need to

You guys went ice skating for your first date! Since it was your hobby, you paid for skating, and Kaoru paid for food afterwards. Kaoru knew how to skate, but pretended not to so he could have an excuse to hold your hands

Kaoru found out about your violin training later in the relationship, immediately teasing you about playing for one of the host club's sessions at some point

He has undoubtedly picked up a disturbing amount of animal facts from you and the documentaries you watch. He shares them with the host club to get disgusted reactions from them, and flattered smiles from you 😊

Y'all are just so freaking cute together, I need to chug salt to get the sweetness out of my mouth ❤️

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[🌌 There you go bud! That’s one matchup for the road. Hopefully it lasts for a while, but if it doesn’t, feel free to come back! I’d be thrilled to see you again.🌄] —Reagan