#I find those two indifferent expressions funny

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Ppppft!!! Elliot casually entering in Judd's room at the worst possible moments, yes please!! I like to think that Judd put all those signs in his door mainly because of his dad 🤣 Elliot and Diane embarrassing Judd is everything i need in this life, hopefully in front of his crush lol 😈

This has been stuck in my head literally the whole week— it’s too good not to write seriously 🤭

Tags: fem! Reader, mentions of sex? Like a lot of mentions, also masturbation, also cockblocking lol, but as I keep saying this is big mouth fanfic what do you expect, Nick and Jessi being jealous boggles my brain, it’s too funny, Elliot Birch is an actual menace, he also has no regards for privacy, it’s his house so he can enter whatever room he wants ig, author had way too much fun writing this

I based this on my first big mouth story, read it HERE

Author’s note: I’m cackling. I loved writing this so much omg— why is it funny tormenting the characters so much 🧍🏻‍♀️anyways, I did my best with Diane and Elliot’s dialogue,, but it’s hard lol. I hope you find it as funny to read as I did to write, and also, ig I kinda lied bc the third and fourth reason technically doesn’t have anything to do with people barging into Judd’s room. But he does get embarrassed, and I needed a good title, sue me. No but seriously, I hope you like this haha

Four (4) reasons why Judd has ‘keep out’ signs on his door

Word count; 4,7K

Reason one (1)

The air in Judd’s room was warm, and humid, and seemed to have stilled once the two of you collapsed on the bed, worn out from an intense round of fucking. 

He barely bothered covering himself, instead he threw you a somewhat sweaty shirt he had been wearing beforehand and pulled the covers up enough to just barely cover his hips. You accepted it with shaky hands and a worn out smile, almost purring as you slipped into the garment and burrowed yourself under his covers as well.

Between your legs, now resided a slowly cooling and increasingly sticky mess, still leaking from you as you turned in the bed. However, your boyfriend never made a move to get up and fetch a towel. He did reach out an inviting arm, though, urging you to scoot closer to him. You did so with a hazy look on your face, nuzzling into his neck and inhaling. 

You listened to his heart beat wildly, his blood bump and felt so, so content. You heard him relax as well, a deep, low, grunt of a sigh as he settled in, clearly as ready for a nap as you were. 

With the humidity and the stillness of everything, it was too easy to close your eyes and bask in the feeling of sleepiness. You were right there, on the sweet, blurry edge between sleep and consciousness when a series of rapid knocks broke through the silence.

Judd groaned, clearly on the cusp of sleep himself— voice even raspier than usual. Besides mumbling a few threatening words under his breath, he didn’t move to open the door or even care to call out to whoever was knocking. It would most likely be Nick, anyway, coming to bother you and he would set the world aflame before he let his stinky little brother see his girlfriend half naked. 

None of you even had time to register it, before the door rattled, opened and a much too cheery Dr. Birch stepped through. 

You froze— wide eyes searching Judd as the crease between his eyebrows became deeper and a murderous expression overtook his sleepy face. 

“Dad.” He rasped. “Get the hell out.”  He was quick to tuck the covers around you, especially your still very wet crotch and ass, completely disregarding the fact that he was butt naked himself. You shrieked as he suddenly rolled you in the sheets— grateful nonetheless as you came to face Elliot Birch, the man completely indifferent to the two of you and your nakedness. 

“Oh, my sweet Judd!” Mr. Birch exclaimed, ignoring how you both looked very much like you wanted him to leave. “How magnificent is it, that you feel comfortable sharing your nude self with me and Y/n?” 

He clasped both hands over his heart, dramatically, and Judd somehow turned even paler than he already was. He muttered something that sounded suspiciously like; “I am going to fucking murder you.” And darted for the floor where he had thrown his jeans. 

“Oh noo! No need to feel ashamed, Judd, I’ll take my pants off too!—“

“— no!” A choked out yell escaped you too quickly. Your face felt hot, and you didn’t have to look in a mirror to know that you were beat red by now. You did not need to see Judd’s dads bare ass after already already being embarrassed beyond belief. 

Dr. Birch chuckled and smiled warmly at you. “Setting your boundaries, I see. I’m so proud of you Y/n— my son has such a strong willed girlfriend!” 

Your cheeks burned. “Uh, right. Thank you, Dr. Birch,” 

“Call me Elliot!” 

Judd scoffed behind you, finally getting his pantless situation under control. “Fuck off, dad. Now. I mean it.” Even he was a bit too stunned to come up with a proper threat. 

Elliot sighed, smiling. “Oh, I will, I will! I’ll leave you two lovers alone in just a minute! I do have a little favour to ask you first, though, Juddy,” 

“What.” Judd deadpanned, the tips of his ears colouring slightly at the horrific nickname. 

“I have this tag still on the back of my shirt, you see, I would have taken it off before trying the shirt on, but now I appreciate it so much I didn’t want to take it off myself— Ah, it holds such good memories of this morning!” 

This morning in particular, Nick tried to hit on you and Judd threw a milk carton at him. 

Judd sighed, deeply, and looked a bit like a feral bull. “You are such a fucking pussy, dad.” He growled, but still walked towards his dad with intend to help. 

“Thank you! That is such a beautiful organ,” You kinda wanted to snicker, at the absurdity of the whole situation, but kept your mouth shut. Judd worked quickly, ripping out the tag and throwing it at his dad. 

“Why the hell didn’t you ask Nick?” Judd grit out, coming to sit on the edge of his bed by your feet. He put a protective, soothing hand on your leg under the covers. 

Dr. Birch laughed. “Because you’re so strong! And I love you, son,” 

Judd visibly clenched his jaw, you had no doubt that if this continued a vein would pop on his forehead. “I hate you.” He countered.

“And I validate that feeling! You have such a way with words, you should think about being a writer, don’t you think so too, Y/n?”

“Get the fuck out.” Judd snarled before you had to respond— thankfully. You smiled awkwardly at Mr. Birch, as if trying to confirm Judd’s words but in a much politer way. 

He smiled. “Alright, alright! Have fun, you two, and be safe!” He said over his shoulder, as if it wasn’t obvious that the two of you had just very much had your fun, and sauntered towards the door, closing it gently behind him.

Reason two (2)

Unfortunately for Judd, he didn’t have his own bathroom in the house, having to share two between his family.

Around the shower, was carefully placed a plethora of different pastel coloured shampoo and body washes— all of which belonged to Leah and smelled like a candy crush fever dream. Judd sorted through them roughly, pushing most of them over in his search to find the all-in-one and shampoo for dyed hair he usually used. 

As he showered, working the shampoo into his hair and revelling in the warm, steamy water spray, Maury appeared; ‘You’re taking a shower for Y/n, huh?’ The hormone monster drawled. He was bored; checking his nails as he made himself comfortable on the toilet outside the shower. 

Judd grunted. It was true, you would be over in a bit and he didn’t want to smell like the raccoons.  “Why are you here?” He demanded. 

The monster chuckled and held up his hands in defence. ‘It’s not my fault you can’t stop thinking about Y/n.. Ahh, remember last week when she sucked you off in the shower? Why’s she not doing that right now? Let’s call her,’ Suddenly Maury had Judd’s phone, and was waving it around. 

“Fuck you. Let me shower.” 

‘No, let’s fuck Y/n!’ Maury countered enthusiastically. ‘And besides, y’know that’s not how it works,’ He grinned mirthfully, slithering around the glass wall of the shower to point a long, clawed finger at Judd’s cock— sure enough it was rising to attention. ‘You gotta jerk off. C’mon, give me a good show!’ 

Judd could have punched Maury— and he had actually tried that before, just for the monster to disappear and reappear behind him with a smug look. So instead of drop kicking his hormone monster, he promptly ignored him and turned around to face the water spray. 

‘Nuh-uh,’ Maury grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around— he shook the monster off with a deep growl. ‘Think about Y/n’s nice, biiig tits, ah~’ Maury shuddered, but continued. ‘Remember how they looked all wet, uhhh I bet she’d let you blow your load all over them next time,’ Maury was unrelenting, an increasingly deepening blush spread over Judd’s face and ears and he let out a strangled groan. 

“Shit, fine!” He hissed and the monster whooped in victory. 

Judd was quick to tip his head back and grab his dick with a closed fist. He sighed through gritted teeth as he got to work— swiftly and quite roughly pumping himself as Maury cheered him on. He closed his eyes and let his jaw go slack, imagining it was your hand around him and recalling the alluring noises you made whenever he was pleasuring you. 

His release build steadily, hand movements getting more frantic and his breath sped up. The spray of water only seemed to get hotter, and the steam in the room became more dense. He leaned forward— spreading his hand out on the wall in front of him to get a better angle, and keep his balance. Now his head hung low, and he panted open-mouthed as he tightened the grip around his cock and sped up his movements again. He was so close, just a few more pumps and— 

The bathroom door flew open and Judd all but jumped out of his own skin. He had locked the door when he first entered, right? 

‘Nooo..! Elliot, get the hell out!’ Maury yowled— appearing on the other side of the shower and trying to push out the intruder, who unfortunately was Judd’s dad. Elliot could neither see nor hear or feel the monster, so Maury’s punching and shaking left him completely unfazed as he continued further into the room.

Judd’s eyes shot open, slack mouth turning into a frightening scowl as he heard his dad sing to himself. Elliot sauntered about the bathroom— humming a song about lotion and browsing through the cabinets. 

“Don’t mind me, Juddy!” He yelled over the water, as if it was a most normal occurrence to walk in on your 18-year-old son taking a shower. 

Maury slithered back into the shower. ‘Let’s kill him. Now. And then we can tend to your little.. problem after,’ He suggested, glaring at Elliot’s shadow through the shower window. Luckily, it was steamy enough to only show silhouettes, so Judd could at least maintain a bit of dignity. 

Judd grunted and nodded in agreement, turning off the shower. “Get the fuck out,” He rumbled, low and threatening. 

“I can’t find my lotion anywhere! It makes my skin so soft— just the way your mother likes it,” Elliot tutted, completely ignoring Judd’s orders. 

“I’ll fucking skin you alive. Get out.” Judd repeated, this time raspier, raising his voice. The steam from the warm water was slowly dissolving— leaving the glass in the shower clear enough to reveal most of Elliot to Judd and vice versa. 

Elliot chuckled warmly. “You have such a poetic soul, son. It’s such a shame you don’t write more,” 

A cross between a deep growl and sigh escaped Elliot’s oldest son. “What the hell are you talking about.” Judd said, and though it sounded like a question he didn’t actually want to know the answer. 

Dr. Birch turned to his oldest, now fully visible behind the shower glass and said; “Your creative potential! Ohhh! You should write Y/n a love letter, she would love it—“ 

“— Fuck no.” 

Elliot’s eyebrows creased, and his facial expression turned earnest. “I know you’re very good at pleasing Y/n with your body—“

“—Dad, shut up—” Now Judd was really embarrassed, he had both hands covering his privates, but was still very much butt naked in front of his dad, a reality that didn’t fail to make a blush creep over his ears and cheeks. The fact that he was also still rock hard, didn’t help at all. 

“— But!” Elliot continued, pointedly ignoring Judd. “You should do something romantic for her! Something with your heart! You should always show a woman how much you love her, Judd,” He reminded, a gentle smile on his face as he watched his son grow increasingly embarrassed. 

“Okay. I don’t care. Get the fuck out.” Judd deadpanned. He had let his facade slip for just a brief moment— before covering his appalled expression up with a vicious glare. 

“Oh, but I still need my lotion—“

“— I’ll gut you and fill you with your fucking lotion if you don’t get out.” He snarled, strained and deep and his look made it clear it was definitely not up for debate. 

‘Boo! Get the fuck out, Elliot!’ Maury added in the background, throwing a shampoo bottle at the man. 

All he did was chuckle at the threat— shrugging his shoulders. “Alright, Juddy, I respect your boundaries. It’s important to acknowledge such things,” He smiled and relented his search for lotion. He continued humming obnoxiously, however, as he left and softly closed the door behind him. 

Reason three (3)

You gasped, puffy lips parting to make way for the eager sound. Judd had roughly thrown you on the couch, slotting himself between your legs and ferociously attacked your neck as soon as you had walked in the door.

Finally, finally, the two of you were alone— in fact, you had the whole house to yourself. Leah was out, Mr and Mrs Birch had taken Nick out for dinner which left you and Judd the perfect opportunity to fuck on the living room couch. And you barely got a saying (not that you minded) before Judd was putting that plan into action. 

Scrambling to put your hands under his shirt, you clumsily felt him up— lightly scratching at his abs just how you knew he liked it. He growled, heavy and husky and bit hard on your neck in retaliation. 

A strangled whine escaped you and you pulled at his shirt— you needed it off. You felt him grin against your throat, just the slightest twist of his mouth as he scraped his teeth against you. 

“Use your words, baby,” He breathed, cruelly dragging his teeth so slowly against your sensitive neck and grinding into you— so you could properly feel him. 

It was so unfair, he knew you’d have no chance of responding when he started palming at your tits, squeezing one in each hand. 

You tugged harder, pulling Judd closer to you in the process. “Off.” Was the only thing you were able to whine.

He licked a long stripe up your neck— tasting you to the best of his ability before he obeyed you. He sat on his knees between your legs, and you watched him with a flushed face as he pulled his shirt over his head and discarded it on the floor somewhere. 

Connie, who previously had been banned to the floor where she sat and watched the two of you intensely, stood up— her mouth dropped cartoonishly, hanging on the floor as her tongue lolled out. 

‘Sweet mother of jeebus! Look at those strong, delicious abs..! Lick them— c’mon lick them, hurry! Lick them till he’s all you can taste, sugarplum!’ She cried, and it wasn’t a question, it was a demand. 

You couldn’t help but oblige. You sat up, the way your legs were placed allowing you to straddle him and push him backwards on the couch. To your utter bamboozlement he let you, allowing you control for just a moment as a self-satisfied eyebrow-raise came to his face. 

Half sitting up, he now had the perfect position to ground up into you and you immediately lost what little control you had. Two large hands enclosed around your hips in a lock tight hold—starting a rhythm in which he could press your hips down on his. 

He kissed you then, a tingling feeling erupting in your lower stomach as you tasted the Jack Daniel’s on his tongue. He licked into your mouth with newfound fever, swallowing your desperate yelps and moans— one hand wandering from your hip to your shoulder where he started to push the strap of your tank-top down.

You arched your back, pressing into him, and he took the opportunity to roughly squeeze your ass. In retaliation, you reached a hand down— roughly squeezing his cock through his jeans. 

He groaned, a throaty, baritone sound. “You bitch..!” He cursed and then he was pulling your hair— suddenly pulling you back from his mouth with a harsh tug so he could position you in a way that allowed him to abuse your neck some more. 

He bit you so hard it was sure to leave marks, red and swollen bite marks that would sit on your neck for weeks like an obnoxious neon sign. You sighed and started working his belt—fighting to get it off so you could get your price quicker.

However, just as you were done popping the button on his jeans, the front door clicked and swung open. 

“No, dad! You’re embarrassing me—“

“— You used to love your father’s hugs, Nick, what’s wrong?”

“Nothings wrong, mom, but I’m a man now. I don’t want hugs.”

“Awww, please, Nicky. Let me give my little man a hug,” 

“No, dad, leave me a— Judd?” Nick walked further into the room, in an attempt to escape being coddled by his dad— but came face to face with you on top of his older brother instead. 

Judd’s grip on your hair immediately loosened, Connie cursed and tried to close the front door before Elliot and Diane could enter— you sat up, mortified and corrected the strap of your top back to your shoulder. 

“Nick.” Judd stated, barely bothering lifting his head to look at his brother. You, however, stared the tween down wide-eyed. “Fuck off, we’re busy.” He grunted. The very same sentence he said whenever Nick would brother the two of you in his room.

You watched as Nick’s fists clenched, his face going through multiple shades of red till it landed on an angry glare directed at his brother. “Judd, you're such a slut!” He yelled, voice crack audible and was that.. tears in his eyes?  

“Are you going to cry, you little prick?” Judd cackled— sitting upright all the way so his chest was pressed to yours. 

“Now, Nicky, what are you slut-shaming your brother for?” Dr. Birch waltzed through the front door along with his wife— as if this moment couldn’t get any worse. You moved to get off Judd, but when he grunted and held your hips down, you noticed he was indeed still incredibly hard and you would need to sit still, so as to not expose his boner to his family. 

You felt hot, too clammy as red colour spread from your chest all the way to your ears— like a kettle heating. 

‘Yeah, fuck this. Sorry, sweetheart, but I cannot deal with this today! You’re on your own!’ Connie patted your head, slowly backing away and into a portal that would take her to god-knows-where and throwing you a ‘peace out’ sign. Wow. Such support. 

“Look at what he’s doing to Y/n!” Nick accused, waving his arms at the two of you. 

You didn’t know it was possible, but Dr. Birch frowned, looking down at his son. “Now, Nicky, it’s never okay to slut-shame someone, especially not when you’re witnessing such a beautiful moment! Judd is just sharing an intimate moment with Y/n, nothing to be ashamed off,” 

Judd stiffened under you, he was tense, you were tense, both of you embarrassed beyond belief. Your ears burned bright red, horrified. 

Your boyfriend let out a warning growl. “Shut the hell up, dad—“ 

“— Oh, Y/n! It’s so good to see you!” Then it was Diane talking, she walked towards the two of you on the couch with a warm smile. You couldn’t bear to look her in the eyes— not when you were literally sitting on Judd’s boner, so instead you buried your head in his shoulder.

“Good to see you, too, Mrs. Birch..” You muttered, feeling Judd’s hands tighten around you. 

Diane tutted. “Oh, Y/n, no need to be embarrassed. I’m glad you both feel comfortable having sex under our roof, and you are more than welcome to,” 

It was an attempt to soothe you, yet it sounded so warped coming from your boyfriend's mom’s mouth. 

Judd heaved a long sigh. “We have.. shit to do. Leave.” He said, sounding equally as mortified as you felt. 

Mrs. Birch chuckled lightly. “We’ll be upstairs, Juddy. You two just enjoy yourself, and Y/n, please stay for dinner!” She hummed— you wanted to cry. 

You kept your head burrowed into Judd, listening as Mr and Mrs. Birch’s footsteps resounded towards the stairs, yet one pair of feet remained. 

“Get the fuck out, shitface.” Judd deadpanned. 

“I’m allowed to be here, it’s my house too!” Nick was defiant, pouting at his brother.

Judd’s jaw clenched— Nick would definitely come to regret this later. “You have a second to leave before I come over there and rip your beady eyes out, you fucking creep.” His voice was low and carnal and it was clear he meant business— that was no empty threat. 

Nick paled slightly, but before he could even begin to find the right response, Diane called from upstairs; “Nicholas Birch! Go to your room and leave your brother alone, now!”

At that, Nick complied immediately, secretly relieved to get a free ticket out of the situation before Judd would beat him to a pulp as he flew up the stairs.

Reason four (4)

You were sprawled out on Judd’s bed, a raccoon curled on your lap and Connie laying on her back by your feet. She was watching Judd intensely as he worked out— occasionally commenting on his grunts or groans as he lifted the heavy weights. 

You didn’t bother entertaining her, gently stroking the raccoon while scrolling on your phone. The animal chatted to you, small hands wavering about as it chittered. You thoroughly enjoyed moments like this, when you and your boyfriend could co-exist quietly and in peace. Judd was lying on the floor somewhere, having moved on from the weights to instead practise his pushups. The two of you would probably go out later, after the rather excruciating last few interactions you had with Judd’s parents, the two of you decided to skip dinner with them for the time being.

Your phone was hooked to Judd’s speaker, as he had graciously allowed you to play music for him while he worked out. The raccoon in your lap seemed to enjoy your taste in music as well- tail swaying softly to the baseline.

Catching your hormone monster from the corner of your eye, you saw how she stiffened and suddenly sat up. Her hairs stood up, ears turning down as she surveyed the room— she turned to say something to you, but right before the sounds escaped her, three shy knocks came to the door. 

Judd, who was now doing crunches, sat up fully to fix you a blank stare. He gestured towards the door with his head and raised eyebrows, you pouted but got up. The raccoon in your lap protested as you softly shooed it off— it scurried off under the bed to hide from whoever came to disturb you. Connie followed closely behind you, slinking after you like a shadow as you approached the door. 

Opening the door, you were already quite ready to fight off Nick or Mr. Birch, but what you didn’t expect, however, was your sister standing there and wringing her hands with a nervous expression.

“Uh, Jessi?” You didn’t even know she was here, actually you hadn’t seen her since yesterday evening when Judd picked you up from your dad’s.

Connie raised a hand to her face and pinched the bridge of her nose. ‘Oh sweet child..’  She muttered, studying your sister from over your shoulder.

Jessi took a step back, startled, when instead of her crush she came face to face with you in pyjama shorts and one of Judd’s shirts. You bend over a little, to be more on level with her. “What are you doing here? Do you need a lift home, or something?” 

She gaped at you, clearly losing track of whatever she was going to say. You watched, a bit concerned, as gears turned in her head. Then, you felt something, someone, else at your side. You wrinkled your nose as Judd came up besides you— his sweaty palm enclosing around your waist as he pulled you to him. 

You wanted to comment on it— tell him to shower before he got his sweat all over you, but he beat you to it; “Hey Y/n’s sister Jessi.” He grumbled, granting the tween a downwards glance. 

Jessi looked positively constipated, and also a bit like she was going to puke. You freed yourself from Judd— dropping to your knees and gently holding Jessi’s shoulder. “Jessi-bear, are you sick?” 

Connie followed you closely again, this time appearing behind your sister, clutching her closely and spreading a palm over her forehead to feel her temperature. ‘She’s down with a baaad case of Judd fever!’ The monster exclaimed, slightly shaking Jessi, whose blush had now risen from her neck all the way to her ears— colouring her face completely red. 

You sighed as your sister seemed to boot up again from her temporary lockdown. She quickly stepped back from you, and you realised she was holding something behind her hands. Connie noticed it too; ‘Aw Jessi.. So cute, but sad. Very, very sad. Actually kinda pathetic, you better let her down easy, Y/n, sugar.’ 

“I am not Jessi-bear! And I’m not sick! Just.. Just regular, old, fun, Jessi..” She waved you off, and you stood back up— slightly surprised by her outburst.

You tried, and failed, to hide your grin. Apparently, Judd thought your sister's awkward demeanour was funny as well. “Okay, regular, old, fun Jessi. What do you want?” He said, raising a brow at the flustered tween. 

She swallowed thickly, and you fixed Judd a glance that meant ‘don’t be mean’. He retaliated by shrugging and wrapping his arm around you again. Jessi’s blush somehow grew more vivid— she looked a bit like a cat on edge as she dared a glance up at your boyfriend. 

“I was just, y’know, strolling by–” Connie clasped a large paw over her mouth, shaking her again. ‘–Stop talking, baby! Stop talking!’ She howled, though Jessi didn’t seem to hear or even feel her. 

“This hallway has such interesting architecture, did you notice that?” She finished off, fiddling with whatever she had behind her back and making a point of staring at the ceiling instead of Judd. Your boyfriend in question only grunted, keeping his intense glare on Jessi. 

Sighing, you said; “It doesn’t. It’s a hallway. Look, if you need a lift home I’ll be ready in fifteen minutes, but shouldn’t you hang out with your friends or something instead? I’m sure Nick is looking for you,” You hinted, but all you got from Jessi was a vivid glare. 

“Yeah. Actually, you’re right. I was just dropping by, but I’m actually really, really busy, so..” She shifted on her feet, turning to leave and accidentally exposing you to the thing she had been holding. 

Judd’s eyebrows drew closer together, in a full on scowl. “Is that my shirt?”

You snorted. “Oh my god!” You stared at your sister in bewilderment, trying to decide whether it was funny, gross or awkward beyond belief; You settled on a good mix of both.

Immediately, the garment slipped from Jessi’s hands and she paled. “I-I-I found it like this! I just wanted to return it!” She could have puked, breathing speeding up as she fought off the hyperventilation and stared at the two of you with a horrified look that meant you had definitely caught her red-handed. 

“Are you stealing Judd’s shirts? I knew I had a bunch of them, did you seriously take them?” You asked, now mortified. Judd let out a series of low, cackling laughs as you watched your sister tear up. She opened and closed her mouth, fighting to say something but ultimately gave up— running off down the hall as you watched her retreating form with bewilderment. 

You’ve reached the bottom🧍🏻‍♀️thank you for reading this far, haha, I hope you enjoyed it. The last one was heavily inspired by that scene in the new season were Jessie walk in on Judd and his girlfriend(?), I just saw that and needed to write something similar

I’m now on my winter break, and I’ve got a lots of idea for Judd content for y’all this week so look out for that!

With this story, I literally need to add this meme; reblogged to me by @raccoon66

Thank you so much lol, it’s literally the best thing ever 🙏🙏

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hello 💕 love your sukuita analyses and edits 🙏 my friend and i were looking through Gege's official chosen songs for each character specifically for yuji and sukuna now that the manga is over and i don't know if many people noticed Yujis first song was "Heart ni Ho wo Tsukete" and the lyrics are??????? literally canon sukuita 😭 "burn your loneliness" "don't turn to ashes" "you and i are together" "will we love each other? will we turn to ashes?" like 😭😭😭 if you haven't checked it out please do because we were losing it

Hi jenjen and thank you!

I already heard Heart ni Ho wo Tsukete and I agree. The lyrics are crazy. The song is quite beautiful, tho, shipping aside.

As someone who loves looking into stuff and finding connections, it's interesting to me that a character song is hinting at having a deep emotional connection with someone as a way of pushing on through the worst of "the worringly bad state they are in".

Sure, some would say "It doesn't have to mean that" as in "It doesn't have to be abt sukuita" but I like to think that it does because it's not like the story itself relied heavily on Sukuna and Yuuji- beginning with their reluctant union and ending with their parting- right? It's not like Yuuji taught Sukuna something about love and managed to reach him, right? That definitely didn't happen lmfao.

Also... how do you even begin to explain these lines?

I’m attached Deeply attached to you It doesn’t go in a single line I’m attached to you And the lies we tell each other

Remember that this is coming from a song picked for Yuuji, so it's supposed to represent him. Who is he deeply attached to, so much so that the attachment he shares with that person "doesn't just go in single line"? Who does he tell lies to?

Who, again, said he'd do anything to kill that creep and then asked for his return to his body, said that he is the only one who can accept him and would live with him?

It's all so mind-numbingly sweet, very confusing and terribly funny. It makes me want to hurl myself off a cliff. Gaze into the sunset with the cigarette in my hands and just sigh like I'm seventy thousand years old. It makes me want to squeal, screech and not at all act composed like I usually am.

Like, sukuita's relationship has been at the very center of the story even if it was out of focus for a while. Yuuji was with others and Sukuna was with others but then when they met again... those others just couldn't compete. One of my friends joked that they're lowkey that sentence "I have been looking for you in other people only to realize you've been right in front of me this entire time." and I can't help but giggle. Hell, the story itself is proof of it lol

Like I keep mentioning in my posts, these two tend to just act weirdly around each other. It's not even "just hate", neither "indifference", because everything that Yuuji did made him reluctant to part with Sukuna in the end, and no matter how much Sukuna dismisses Yuuji, he's also praising him and acknowledging him over and over and over. Yes, they can't see eye to eye, yes, they're fundamentally different from one another but Yuuji still managed to try and understand him. Sukuna also ended up accepting Yuuji's viewpoint and considered taking on a different path, finally changing after years of remaining stuck in a single mindset.

Like not one person had managed to change his mindset for all those years yet Yuuji- the idiot, brat, thing, whatever- did. In just a couple of months lol. That was the final seal on just how important he was to him in the end. The only one to beat him, the only one to reach him, the only one to come running back with arms open to still allow him to live no matter if he destroyed everything in his life.

Lol.

Which brings me to:

If we burn our union If we burn everything Won’t we love each other? Won’t we love each other? Won’t it become ash?

It fits them all too well. Love under the guise of hate, killing as an expression of love, hate as an expression of fondness. Everything flipped onto its head because, after all, aren't they too, (from human to curse in Yuuji's case, from curse to human in Sukuna's) when around each other?

I swear figuring out these two (and, in general, just trying to think about their relationship or write an analysis) makes me want to bang my head against the wall. All I'm saying is, if Gege ever goes to create a tragic romance manga, they have my full support because they knew what they were doing, twisting and intertwining these two to perfection before they ripped them away. They made them so entertaining, both as individual characters and when they collided with each other.

Yeah. I despise it here (affectionately).

I hope both you and your friend have an amazing day or night and thank you for the ask!

[sydsaint]

Appreciate the loml finally winning stuff! 💛

Summary: The reader finds herself working her ass off to help Knight and asks for nothing in return. But after Knight wins the battle royale, he decides that he can't let the reader go unnoticed any longer.

It's late on Friday night and Smackdown is almost over for the night. You are in your office going over your last-minute pitch to make sure that LA Knight gets into the SummerSlam battle royale tomorrow night.

Pearce is sitting at his desk on the other side of the room watching you frantically pour over your pitch one last time.

"Is something funny over there, Adam?" You ask Pearce when you've finally had enough of his barely audible laughing.

"Funny? No, not at all." Pearce snickers and turns back to whatever he's got sitting in front of him. "I just don't think I have ever seen you work this hard." He adds. "What are you even doing over there."

Your nose scrunches in annoyance and you shut your folder of papers. "Nothing you need to worry about. Thanks." You assure him and run a hand through your hair.

"Okay." Pearce chuckles again.

You grit your teeth and decide to take a walk before you end up hitting your fellow GM. Plus a walk might calm your nerves for this last-minute meeting that you managed to get.

You head out of the office and wander around backstage for a while. Since Smackdown is almost over for the night, the place is starting to wind down. You pop by the staging area set up by the guillera just in time for a certain megastar to be out in the ring cutting a promo.

You stand and watch the crowd go wild for every word that comes out of LA Knight's mouth. They drink in his charisma and charm like it's a drug and they're all looking for a fix. You smile to yourself as you're reminded why you've been working your ass off these past few months. Him.

Knight's promo comes to an end and you watch him head up the ramp through the monitor. Once he's out of sight you turn to the curtain and wait for Knight to come through it.

"Well well well, would you listen to the crowd?" You muse when Knight comes through the curtain. "They were eating you up out there."

"Y/N! You watch Knight's exhausted expression switch to his usual flirty one in an instant upon seeing you. "Now what could the beautiful and oh-so generous GM of Smackdown be doing out of her office at this hour?" He asks you with a grin.

You smile to yourself, drinking in Knight's charisma just like all the fans do. "I'm just checking in on my investment, that's all." You tease with a grin.

"Is that all?" Knight chuckles, staring down at you with a look that would bring most women to their knees.

If only you weren't in such a position of power over him. If you were a superstar then the two of you would have been involved a painfully long time ago. But you can't bring yourself to take advantage of Knight like that. Sure, you honestly don't think he'd care much. He's made it clear more than once that he's into you. But other people would. Pearce would be on the phone with the higher-ups in an instant. And you've worked too hard to get this job to let one charming guy ruin that for you. As hot and undeniably charming as he is.

"That's all." You nod in a calm and indifferent tone. "I've got a meeting after the show to pitch getting you into that Battle Royale tomorrow night." You inform him. "So do me a favor and stick around for a bit after the show, yeah?" You ask him.

"Of course." Knight nods. "I'm sure that you'll get the job done, boss. You always do." He grins.

You stifle a laugh and can't resist the urge to make a small quip. "Well, who can resist this face, right?" You joke.

"Amen to that, sweetheart." Knight agrees. "I'll see you after the show darlin'." He winks and heads off toward the locker rooms.

You shake your head as you watch Knight head off. Those broad shoulders of his flexing under the fluorescent lights of the hallway in the most sinful way. You take a moment to clear your head, 'Y/N, no.' You tell yourself.

Back in the office, Pearce is packing up to head back to the hotel for the night. He walks over to your desk before he leaves and offers you a rare smile. "I don't know what you've got planned," Pearce explains. "But whatever it is. Good luck."

"Thank you, Adam." You return his friendly smile.

The time comes for your meeting and you head down to the conference room. You take a breath and step inside where, Hunter, Shawn, and a few other board members are waiting for you. You lock eyes with Shawn and he offers you a subtle smile which is just enough to will you forward into what is got to be the pitch of your life.

A little over an hour later you exit the conference room with a neutral look on for face and disheveled files clutched to your chest. The door closes and you begin making your way back to your office with the same calm look.

You round the corner to your office and find Knight leaning on the wall by the door. He looks up from his phone when he hears your heels clicking down the hall and you find that you can't contain yourself any longer.

"Well? What's the news, gorgeous?" Knight asks you as he puts his phone away.

"I did it!" You exclaim as loud as you can without raising any suspicion with any bystanders that may be listening in.

Knight's excited grin matches yours and you find yourself off your feet and crushed to his chest in a hug before you can get another word in. "Hell Yeah! Knight celebrates. "I knew that you could do it!"

"Awe, it was nothing." You laugh and Knight sets you back on the ground. "Just promise me that you'll win. Because there's no scripted winner for this one." You inform him.

"You can count on me, Y/N." Knight nods as he begins to calm down. "Thank you." He adds. "Seriously, Y/N. I don't know where I'd be or what I'd be doing without you."

You shake your head and bite the inside of your lip. 'God, there's that look again.' You curse yourself silently. The man somehow manages to make you feel like the only woman in the world with one measly look. And it makes your insides melt like butter.

"You'd probably still be in NXT jobbing out to Breakker or Hayes." You manage to push out a joke instead of asking Knight out for a drink.

"Yeah, probably." Knight chuckles. "Can I buy you a drink to say thanks? No strings attached." He offers. "I swear by it. Just a friendly drink."

You bite the inside of your lip again. You hate how badly you want to say yes. Your whole body is screaming at you to just let the man take you home and have his way with you.

"You know I can't," You let out a calm sigh.

"I know." Knight nods. "But I had to try, right?" He winks at you.

You smile at him again. You've lost count of how many times you've turned his various offers down now. And yet, he still always comes back. And he still always asks with the same unrelenting charm, despite the fact that he knows that you're always going to say no.

"Right. I'll see you at the show tomorrow mister mega-star." You turn the knob to your office door. "Don't let me down."

"I'd never dream of it." Knight grins and walks off.

The next afternoon you are backstage for the SummerSlam pay-per-view with Pearce. It comes time for the battle royale and you watch LA Knight make his way past you and through the curtain.

"You've got this." You whisper to yourself as Knight steps through the curtain.

The packed arena all cheer for him as Knight makes his way out to the ring. Goosebumps litter your skin at the sound of people cheering his name. 'This is his night.' You think to yourself. 'He's going to win it.'

Half an hour later and it's down to just two people left in the ring. LA Knight and Sheamus. You stand next to Pearce and stare at the tv monitor with eager anticipation. "Come on. Come on. You can do it." You mumble to yourself.

"What was that, Y/N?" Pearce turns to you.

Annoyed, you turn to Pearce to answer him, but the bell rings as you turn your head. Your gaze snaps back to the monitor as the crowd erupts into cheers so loud you can hear them from backstage.

"Yes! He did it! Yes!" You scream and jump for joy before you even register what you're doing.

"Y/N?" Pearce furrows his brows as he watches you freak out.

You quickly come down from your high and face Pearce. You begin formulating an explanation for your outburst when Knight's voice cuts through all the noise of the crowd.

"I know that I'm probably going to get in trouble for this. But well, I don't really care." Knight retrieves a microphone from the announce desk. "I've got to say thank you real quick. Thank you to all the fans that have been behind me this past year. I appreciate you all. But the truth is, I wouldn't even be here right now if it weren't for a special someone working her ass off to get me here." He preaches to the crowd.

"Oh no." You feel blush creeping up on your face.

"Y/N L/N. I know that the last thing you want right now is a spotlight on you. But damnit, you deserve it! I've seen how hard you've worked to push me to the top, and I can't just stand here and pretend that I did it by myself. So if you could come out here so I ain't standing in this ring alone like an idiot, that'd be great." Knight continues with his speech.

You turn to find Pearce reaching for his phone like you've always known he would. As he takes it out of his pocket you reach for it and snatch it out of his hands. "Not yet, Adam." You feel a jolt of courage surge through you. "You're going to want to wait before you make your call." You hand the phone back to him and step through the curtain.

To your surprise, the crowd cheers as you walk down the ramp and out to the ring. Knight parts the ropes when you make it to the ring and lets you inside.

"Here she is ladies and gentlemen!" Knight introduces you. "The woman that made it all happen. The women that made LA Knight!" He beams at you with a smile so wide it looks like it might hurt.

"Thank you." You smile nervously. "But all I did was pitch some ideas to some cooperate guys. You're the real star." You insist.

Your heart rate picks up when a chant starts echoing through the arena at an almost deafening volume.

Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

"Well?" Knight holds the microphone away so he's just talking to you. "Is this the day that you finally say yes?" He asks you.

"I think it is." You nod. "You deserve it."

"Darlin', we both deserve it," Knight replies and lets the microphone drop to the mat.

The kiss is just as sweet as you've been imagining it would be. The crowd of thousands all cheering wasn't part of your daydreams. But now you don't think you'd have it any other way.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Heart, Exposed by an Aphrodisiac Premium

This is simply a fan translation and is not intended as a replacement for the game. Expect some inaccuracies and errors.

Mitsuki: "Then let me at least make you some tea."

Mitsuki: "I just received some medicine from an acquaintance."

After informing Galileo, I took a cup from the cupboard and poured warm tea into it, mixing the medicine from a small bottle I took out of my bag.

Mitsuki: "Um, is it okay if I also drink it?"

(Faust mentioned that it also has preventive effects.)

I wouldn't mind catching his cold if it helped him get better, but he probably wouldn't want that.

(I don't think he's really a cold person.)

Galileo: "Do as you please."

Though his words sounded indifferent, I was glad he didn't refuse.

Holding the two cups, I returned to his side.

Mitsuki: "Here, this one's for you."

We sat side by side on the sofa and sipped our tea together.

(It's not too hot, yet not too cold.)

Mitsuki: "It's my first time drinking it, but it's surprisingly easy to drink."

It didn't taste bitter at all, despite the herbs being mixed in. Even a child could easily drink it.

Galileo: "Yeah."

After savoring the tea, he placed the cup on the table and sighed.

Galileo: "It's getting hot in here."

He quietly loosened his collar, exposing his slightly sweaty neck.

Mitsuki: "He’s so sexy and beautiful..."

Mitsuki: "!!"

(Crap, did I just say that out loud!?)

Feeling uneasy, I looked at him, and he met my gaze.

Galileo: "Funny you should say that. Neither of those words are even remotely close to me."

Mitsuki: "That's not true."

Mitsuki: "Your mysterious purple eyes, your hair, and your voice—they're all beautiful."

Without understanding why, I found myself expressing my honest feelings.

(Why am I saying these things?)

Despite feeling strange about it, I couldn't stop. Moreover, the embarrassing words spilling out of my mouth made my body feel warm.

(Even my breath feels hot. I wonder why.)

(It's as if I took some kind of weird medicine.)

At that moment, I suddenly realized something.

(Come to think of it, Faust gave me an aphrodisiac before that makes it impossible to hide one's true feelings.)

I might have left it in my bag without realizing it.

Mitsuki: "Did I mistakenly put the aphrodisiac instead of the medicine?"

Galileo: "What?"

Galileo frowned when he heard my words.

I frantically searched my bag and found another bottle.

Mitsuki: "I knew it. This one's the remedy."

Galileo: "What are you talking about?"

(Ah...)

Mitsuki: "I'm sorry! I accidentally put a different medicine."

I bowed my head, realizing the gravity of what I'd done.

Galileo: "Did you just say aphrodisiac?"

Mitsuki: "Well, it's more like a medicine that makes it impossible to hide your true feelings."

When I told him honestly, his eyes widened slightly.

Galileo: "A medicine that makes it impossible to hide your true feelings?"

Mitsuki: "I'm sorry, I've done something terrible."

Mitsuki: "I always end up doing something stupid. You probably hate me now. Ah!"

Once again, I panicked and covered my mouth, realizing I had said something unnecessary.

(What should I do? I'm so embarrassed.)

Mixed emotions welled up inside me, and tears started to well up.

(I'm the one who caused all this trouble, so I shouldn't cry about it.)

I gripped my hand tightly, trying to hold back my tears.

Galileo: "When did I say that I hate you?"

Mitsuki: "Eh?"

I blinked my eyes in confusion, thinking I just heard it wrong.

Galileo: "..........."

He had the same embarrassed expression as if he had unintentionally let something slip, just like me.

Mitsuki: "But I'm always causing trouble…"

Galileo: "That's right. You keep intruding no matter how many times I warn you not to get involved, but..."

Galileo: "I've never hated you."

Galileo: "In fact, I find people like you who earnestly pursue something quite commendable."

Galileo: "Although I find you annoying, I sometimes also end up thinking about you."

Mitsuki: "!"

After he finished speaking, he furrowed his eyebrows.

Galileo: "Seems like I unintentionally said unnecessary things. This one's a nasty potion."

(But are those really Galileo's true feelings?)

I couldn't tell if my pounding heart was due to the potion or because I’d heard his true feelings.

Mitsuki: "I'm glad you think of me that way."

Mitsuki: "Um, I also feel the same about you!"

I tried to lean forward after saying that, but my unsteady body, affected by the potion, lost its balance.

We ended up getting tangled with each other, with me almost pushing him down onto the sofa.

In a reflex to steady me, he wrapped his hands around my back, and our gazes met at a close distance, his purple eyes almost drawing me in.

Mitsuki: "You're really beautiful."

(I can't stop myself now.)

As I felt the heat of his touch, I found myself thinking it would be okay to expose all my true feelings to him.

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Premium ╎ Epilogue

[lloydfrontera]

Is there a difference between manhwa javier and novel javier? What is it? I never noticed it because it wasn't obvious like Lloyd's as his was exaggerated and he difference is too noticeable

there are,, some differences yes but nothing as bad as what they did to lloyd.

manhwa javier is a lot more expressive than novel javier. which i suppose is a consequence of manhwa being a visual medium but it can be a bit jarring at times.

novel javier is a lot more subtle and serious, not completely stoic of course, just more even-tempered i suppose. it's not that he doesn't feel things, he does, he's just careful about what he shows or shares with others. he's also very proper and respectful at all times. it's why it's so funny that he's such a little shit when he's just with lloyd, he would never tease and joke and laugh in front of anyone else, this is a side of him that only lloyd gets to see. this is not a guy that would be fighting for his life to keep himself from laughing when in front of other nobles like we see from manhwa javier in episode 80

he's also more... quiet. not in the sense that he doesn't talk, he does, especially with lloyd, it's actually kind of ridiculous how much banter between them has been cut in the manhwa, but the way he expresses himself isn't loud or overly expressive. even at his angriest, he never explodes or raises his voice, instead he gets colder and snappish, lloyd describing it as 'a heavy snowfall', his responses 'cold and icy'.

which, speaking of lloyd, javier is just closer to lloyd in the novel than he is in the manhwa. which is ironic because in the manhwa they actually are more honest with one another than they are in the novel and yet!

a big part of this is that aforementioned cut banter. in the novel these two are always speaking with each other, they're commenting on things, they're sharing their thoughts, they're joking with one another, they just... won't stop talking between them. it is constant. so you very clearly can see them growing closer and slowly becoming friends as much as they won't admit it at first. this is something that i've mentioned before but like,,, javier genuinely likes being around lloyd. he's annoyed about it and he actually throws a tantrum when he realizes he finds lloyd likable but he just can't help it! and he knows that he's also lloyd's closest friend, he even teases him about it! in the novel you completely believe them when they say they're friends because you've seen them grow closer to one another the entire time.

also javier just,,, seems to care more for lloyd in the novel? it's difficult to explain but javier is constantly thinking about lloyd's safety, a part of him is always worrying about keeping him safe. i complained about it before but in the manhwa javier seems to take his responsibility to protect lloyd less seriously than he should. when to javier that's his main worry! even as early as in the llojavi bridge we already get these sort of comments from javier's pov:

Javier finally let out a sigh of relief after knowing that the most dangerous part of the job was now done, and Lloyd was safe. The latter alone was good enough.

like. it's not much. it's nothing big. it's just tiny moments like these sprinkled here and there. but they're constant. whenever there's danger, whenever they're in risk, one of the first things javier always does is to check on lloyd, see if he's okay, if he's safe. the idea that javier wouldn't care for lloyd's safety doesn't even really cross your mind cause. well. you see him constantly worry about it.

fthere were a couple of changed in the bone dragon arc?? but i've talked about those before. they make javier less,,, kind?? helpful?? less of a hero type than he is in the novel. i dunno it's weird.

oh and a big one which i've also talked about before. javier in the novel does care that lloyd replaced the son of his lord. like. that is very much a point of conflict for him. he's not completely indifferent to it, he's genuinely shaken and distressed when he finds out the truth. it's a bit insulting to his character that they changed this. it undercut the extreme character development it took to get javier to this point, the amount of trust and loyalty he has for both arcos and lloyd, it's such an important moment for him and they just. changed it like that. i'm still mad about it akjshdksf

but,,, yeah i think those are the main ones. i guess if you scroll through my tag for him you'll find more info about how he is in the novel but,, i think that about covers it?? the important bits anyway. so... yeah :]

[hypersomniaaboutsleeping]

💫 FROM NARUTO TO BORUTO FANFICTION💫 #3

Official name: Unexpected

Only here on En here. From author personally.

P.s. sometimes dumb! Oops. (Daichi/dai/day - one person)

Hinata saw this mess when she returned from the store.

A lot of people, incredulous whispers..

- Naruto-kun?

..And hung up.

Two fighting Naruto - not news of course. But it was hardly a clone. Even more so.. Another.

- Hinato-san.. Maybe he has a double life after all? - Iruka breathed out resignedly. Helped is called..

"Nope, something's wrong," they both thought instantly, resolutely walking forward.

But it has already become clear.. These are two separate people. Even so... Yes, they are similar, they are the same.

- And you listened to the whole conversation. Daichi calmly spread his hands. - Just don't hit, and so you can repeat. In short, we ask for help in finding the seals that carry the gates of the dead behind them. Frankly speaking, this is all known at the moment, and if it were noble, dear, unshakable..

- Finish with the epithets, we still have to persuade people somehow... - The detached Mikoto remarked gloomily.

- ..In short, we just need to find something, I don't know what, and, depending on the type of seal, break it, or impose another one. While the dead are not stretched, everything can be done quickly and quietly..

Iruka and Hinata looked from different sides, then at their feet, then at each other.

- Still, what is Naruto's opinion?

Sensei asked first.

- They appeared out of nowhere, and they confuse me enough.. I only ask for confirmation of their words. Since it's so dangerous.. - A look at Hinata. Clinging to Sasuke is also nearby..

"If you were a girl, Sasuke, would you be as fluent?.."

Daichi interrupts the flow again.

- We were here about half a month ago.. That means there are only four left. Ask Kurama how he likes the new ones.. Neighbors. And Sakura-chan... Thank you. We live on the next street, in case someone suddenly... It will be interesting. We dare not delay, dear family.

With an expression of complete indifference, "we tried to reason with you," Haruno was already walking.

Sasuke finally approached Naruto very quickly.

Crossed shoulder to shoulder with Day ...

"If you were more attentive, you would have noticed that he is nervous not just in front of the Hokage...But also like Sarada in front of me" - Flashed at Uchiha.

...But after the young man, three co-directed.

Actively arguing with Boruto Menma, and Sarada in the middle. Mitsuki, of course, also came running from training, joining his teammates in silence..

-..And I'm telling you that Onitsuki is still much tastier. You just haven't tried it like my mom's!

- Yes? And as for me, noodles are still much tastier!

- Only if it is cooked with love. - Perhaps it sounded funny from the mouth of a child.

Sarada quickly pulled Mitsuki behind her.

- And what is this twin? - The boy asked quietly.

- You have no idea at all.. Do you know who's leading us?

- Another sudden twin. What happened?

- They want to neutralize certain seals in order to prevent a catastrophe. And apparently, their worlds have already collapsed.. Because this is the son of Sakura and Naruto. And next to Sasuke and ...

- Naruto too, though I don't want to think further. That... Is the black-haired one with them?

- According to them, Sasuke was a girl. His companion?...Yes, with them. Do you have any ideas and suggestions?

- We should watch them.. Because two of them are jinchuriki. And no offense to you, but Uchiha.. They always look like they're planning a coup d'etat.

- HEY, I ACTUALLY HEAR! We're not up to anything! Just asked for help!

Menma immediately flared up. Of course, you won't hear it here a couple of meters away from them.

- We wouldn't have asked if my brother and sister were fine. And it would be great without your relatives! - The boy snorted, squinting like an animal at those discussing. - Your parents are unlike themselves, what is Sasuke worth, even if he hasn't really visited his family, but as for Naruto, it's always welcome.

- Menma, I understand that it's not easy for you to put it mildly, but let's discuss this at home? Moreover, Mikoto is catching up there. Do you want to buy onigiri on the way? At the same time noodles, and then there is nothing left.

- If the whole kitchen stinks to her again, you cook dinner.

"Not a child, but a mini-Sasuke when tired! Someday he will listen to me, but apparently this is limited to his brother and sister.. Speaking of sister"

Daichi turned around anyway.

- Are you with me, or go home faster? And also...

- I'll tell you at home. - Mikoto snapped grimly. - Menma, I'll say it again. No need to snap at everyone, I'll see you again and you'll stay at home.

- You will do it, of course. If I go out at home, it will fall apart on the rocks!

Menma clearly didn't like the idea of eternal learning. Moreover, with the elders - he tasted the charm of this, and he no longer wanted to claim the title of "best" in the family.

- Tomorrow without a morning break.

- Mikoto!

- You're too hard on him. Maybe he'd better get to know his peers better? So he doesn't really communicate, except with "boring adults" - It seems that Daichi really didn't mind getting to know the locals better.

- I remember the charming warm welcome of your mother, in the coccyx it responds for a long time. - Now Uchiha was skeptical. - Do you think it will work? They looked at us like idiots.

- It'll take you for a ride. At least one cool kunoichi is definitely with us!

- It's a nice fact that you love your mother so much and you had a normal relationship in the family. But you know, it's not cool for an orphan.

- If you're serious, point your finger where my parents are. - Dai instantly frowned. - If I'm still hoping for Sakura's support, and you obviously don't claim Sasuke's support, that's no reason to freak out.

- We just haven't talked yet. Sorry, I should go home. Behave normally, Menma.

Poking his brother in the forehead, the figure of Uchiha quickly disappeared. Apparently, she's really fast.

- She's always very.. - Boruto started, but here to continue..

The one who was addressed has already decided. Uchih's younger brother.

- Gloomy? So he sleeps three hours a day. I wouldn't have bitten off my hand, otherwise one of them already seems to have succeeded. How's it going with you and chidori and rassengan? - Menma asked.

- What do you need? And you're kind of on the same level. - Boruto answered.

- Definitely not. If you want to check - okay, they won't forbid me to walk. You're a kid.

- That's the topic. Yes, whatever you want, but I would have defeated you.

- Great, dobe. Then tomorrow at lunch. Will you oversleep? And drag your friends. Get acquainted. By the way, did you pass the exams without injuries? If you're interested, there's Naruto left If it's interesting, then Naruto stayed hungry for Sakura and Sasuke.

- Well, as you want. I would sleep it off..

- ..But pride is your middle name, guys? - Joking Dei.

Sarada was about to leave.. But she responded anyway. Mitsuki smiled.

- I don't mind. However, I'll be a little late, they promised to take me to training around ten o'clock. - Uchicha nodded.

The gray-haired man nodded stiffly.

- Also. But rather because my dad and I will play and read until late at night.. Well, we'll think of something.

"They are very strange. It would be nice to go straight to the house.." - Sarada flashed ..

..Mitsuki tried not to squint in the direction of the "newcomers".

"They're all.. They alarm me. They themselves said that they can become like villains, break the seals with chakras. They said to search, being in front of everyone. Why would they hide? To not use their abilities? Why then did the guy that Naruto and Sakura's son reveal himself right away?.."

[gracefullou]

"Almost as if Sony overlaid Fine Line and Walls promo because they wanted to promote one over the other..."

Yes Fine Line was being promoted at the same time Walls was being promoted because they were released 6 weeks apart. It's not a conspiracy ffs. Fine Line was Sony's biggest-selling album for about 9 months. They were not thinking about Walls when they promoted it. Those two albums were not being mentioned in the same conversations. Get real.

What has Harry playing a show or having dinner or being at a birthday party got to do with Walls, and why do you know and why do you care?? Honestly it's this kind of unhinged stuff from fans that keeps Louis tied to Harry forever.

Zero reading skill whatsoever. Read that ask and answer again. The anon said that they hope LT3's release would be distanced from TS and the weekend for obvious reasons and Hrry's bc it happened before and larries and directioners proved their loyalty belongs to that man only. Those things over lapping don't matter to you bc you're not a larry and obviously a Hrry fan 😬 but these people think those two are married and find it completely acceptable how the promo of the two albums went (only fl was promoted), how Hrry was in another continent the release of walls and so many other things like Sea mentioned. And fyi, Hrry wasn't the big star he is now before fl. He needed larries and directioners at the time (he doesn't anymore). If only they showed a little support towards Louis with the whole Euphoria thing, if only they expressed their anger when the ugly baldie dared to disrespect Jay and call her someone's mom, if only they called him out when that man said very proudly and insensitively how he always knew he wanted to sing the whole thing when he was in the band (he basically sang the whole song minus like 30 secs and even that wasn't enough. Imagine how Louis and Niall felt 😬. And that wouldn't be a problem if he said that with more finesse and consideration since the start of the hiatus instead of the big stink about fans getting tired of us 😂. Everyone knows he was the one who "suggested" the hiatus and man basically confirmed that he did it bc he wanted solo and still got zero backlash. I really believe that the fl promo is the reason his team knows he can get away with anything when it comes to his stupid fans bc if they ignored that, they'll ignore everything else). That whole campaign reeked of desperation, they left no stone unturned. Idk how his "fans" didn't get tired of his shirtless pics and him saying the word sex every two sentences 😭. To answer your question, why do i know? Bc in 2019 Louis was yet to release his album, i was on Twitter a lot waiting for updates and i was pretty indifferent towards Hrry so his name wasn't blocked and it was his album promo time ofc he was all over my tl (his name and many things about him are blocked now and still i get the jumpscare of seeing his face regularly 💔. Also, can y'all stop pretending that you don't get updates about the other memebers when they do something bc i dislike all of them and have their name and many things associated with them blocked and still they show up in my tl 😔). And thank god i know otherwise maybe i would've bought the bs larries say to defend the Euphoria thing and the someone's mom comment (it's funny how you lived through something and you know exactly what happened and then you have someone who probably wasn't even there at the time and try to tell you no you didn't see that you're wrong 🙄). It's not me or us who call out larries' behavior and sometimes that man's actions in relation to Louis and the band who are tying Louis to him. It's the larries who after everything disregard Louis' pride, his ambition, his self respect to ship him with a man who has never ever showed him half the grace, half the kindness. Even in the ask you're referring to, Sea moved on to express her happiness with fitf and how things are different for Louis now, it doesn't really matter how close/ distant his album's release will be from that man's.

[soopscoop]

life adventures log 8

july 29th, 2024

hello! your're currently supposed to be studying for finals, but you felt bored. as per usual haha.

last log was crazy.. you could tell that you were feeling a little crazy back then. you have a post note after reading all that business.

you have finally come to the conclusion that you are a ridiculously jealous individual. obviously. as if it hit you like a meteor, the realization crashed into you in the shower one day. usually you wouldn't admit to something like that, but dear god its become painfully apparent. this isn't strictly romantic either. i mean sure, you feel jealous of your friends who are getting with the people that you were interested (you were too shy to pursue them) (oop!). but you're also jealous of your friends having closer friends than you yourself are to them. which is CRAZY and something to work on. you're jealous of those who are stronger than you. emotionally and spiritually, that is. you'd love to be an olympian, but like you've fully accepted being a regular human being with an average body. thats alright. BUT you've always yearned to be like others. its only natural, you suppose. as you write this, perhaps you aren't entirely ridiculous in the jealous department. just a normal amount of jealous. its whatever lol

the summer is coming to a close. you've hung out with the people you wished to! albeit, not as much as you would've liked. but isn't that like any summer? you always have time to reinforce the relationships you adore as time goes on. you're excited for the new semester! you hope to see all the people you miss! you're excited for your new classes and most importantly, you're excited to be FINISHED. the end is near, and you're definitely feeling the strain. undergraduate has been a ride and school is certainly not finished yet, but you're one step closer to being a big girl.

you are a woman. you love being a woman and you're totally comfortable in your own skin. you'd love to be that skin to be a little smaller, but that's as usual. the gender crisis is over. everyone wave a flag of surrender! right before this paragraph you were debating on whether to end it with "big boy" or "big girl." an ultimatum has been reached. dont even know if that word is being used right.

you feel indifferent about the future. you can't really see that far ahead. is that bad? to not be able to answer the question "where do you see yourself in 10 years?" i see myself wherever i am. wherever the world brings me. you wish to see the world. you wish to be with your friends. you wish to have money to do these things. you wish to not be consumed by things you don't want to do. you want to be consumed by love. woah. woooaaahh chill who said that! you've been obsessed with cannibalism as a metaphor for love stuff lately. off topic but like what are these posts other than dump whats on your mind lately. you'd love to be consumed. this is a metaphor please dont eat me

you find yourself to be selfish. this plays into the jealousy stuff from earlier. there was this one exercise that you and your friends did where you look in the mirror and tell it what you like/dislike about yourself. yiiikes. was it apathy that you didn't cry as your friends cried? or was it the fact that you didn't believe what they were saying? that they weren't funny or caring enough? was it idolization? was it not knowing anything about them? why wont they come to you? why can't you be as close to them as you want to be? see. always making it about yourself. youre jealous of those who have it all about them. yikes. slippery slope we just went down. next!

uuuhhmmm you love doing art! back to square one, lol. the art account finally hit 1k followers! lets go!

enough of that you finally thought of something to cook with. you're friends that you've only known for a year or two have expressed that. they dont really know you. which is true. you've never spilled your heart to them or ranted to them about anything serious. which feels weird since you feel as if you've worn your heart on your sleeve. but you suppose its only to certain people. is it that nothing happens to you? you have nothing to speak of? no way. you're growing. things are happening. nobody knows you, just of you. they dont know the real you (wolf emoji) (wilted rose emoji) (chain emoji). theres no need to protect your peace any longer. you're an aforementioned Big Girl. you can handle it, or you can learn to handle it. learn to handle things. you learn by experiencing. get to it, 'kay?

you mentioned to your friends that you're in your "self-preservation era." talkin sunscreen, sunglasses, salads (not implemented yet). has it been working? you dont know. let those on the other side of these posts know when you get to log.. 80 or sumn. all thats left is to get skinny! purr!

wow this is a long one. signing off,

past you

song:

love - keyshia cole

[peony-pearl]

The door to the shed slammed open. Hanging on the walls were multiple hides, furs, and horns that had been harvested from the game in the woods.

Azula had no more tremble in her. Now she was painfully still as she loomed in the doorway. Ozai looked up as he quartered the jackalope for cooking.

He didn't cower.

Azula walked inside, her eyes darkened with hatred as she approached his work table.

"I think you'll like jackalope," Ozai said. "It's robust and sweet; but it takes a good hand to cook it or else it gets tough. It's not as forgiving as komodo chicken."

"I'm not here to talk about the stupid jackalope," Azula grumbled. Ozai continued working.

"I figured. I just thought I might make conversation. Did you speak to Niwa?"

"Niwa? Your perfect little happy ending? With your perfect little babies?"

Ozai didn't speak as he masterfully carved silverskin from a slab of meat.

Azula's hands became fists. "It must be nice to just forget everyone you hurt when-"

"You think I forgot you and your brother?"

"You left!"

"You left me in that prison."

"You were going to destroy the Earth Kingdom!"

"And you were going to be Fire Lord under my rule."

"You used me."

"You're my child. I was giving your instructions."

"You were going to make a CHILD the Fire Lord!"

"Funny... Zuko is only two years older than you and he's Fire Lord. By the way, how is your uncle?"

"Don't change the subject. Uncle has nothing to do with this."

Ozai dunked a cleaver into a pot of water. He wiped his hands on a towel as he looked towards Azula as she continued. "You left your cell and found a whole new family."

Ozai sighed, slinging the towel over his shoulder.

"You're right. I did."

Azula's eyes flared, and she rushed forward to pin Ozai against the wall, multiple horns and antlers clattering down onto the floor.

"WHY WEREN'T WE GOOD ENOUGH?!" Azula screamed. "WHY WEREN'T-"

"I LEFT BECAUSE EITHER I DIED IN THAT CELL AS OZAI OR I DIED A DIFFERENT MAN."

Azula's screams withered. She stared at Ozai as he finally showed an emotion beyond indifference.

"I never meant to find what I have. I never set out to replace you and Zuko. That's not the point of my life now. Niwa found me, and I... I had planned on leaving. I had planned on learning how to hunt and gather effectively before I struck back out on my own. But it... never happened."

Azula's grip on Ozai's collar loosened.

Ozai felt the hand that had scarred Zuko tingle.

"... I found a life beyond the one that I carved from my desire to appease my father."

Azula stepped back. Ozai finally looked to his daughter.

"What I felt the moment Chiyo was born, when my hands brought her into this world and all I wanted to do was protect her... it's what I should have felt for you and Zuko. Back then I wanted to be a good father; but now I know that my own definition of a good father back then was something I never want to be again."

Ozai stood up straight, ready to make his case known.

"Azula; I'm sorry."

The words struck Azula's heart like bramble.

"I'm sorry that I... I put so much pain and fear onto you. I owe you and your brother more words than I can ever say, and yet words don't matter for what I've done. I'm sorry."

Azula glowered at the former Fire Lord as he poured his heart out. She was all too aware of his false words to be convinced.

"I don't forgive you," she seethed.

Ozai's expression remained neutral; he did his best to blink away the small, dewy tears forming on his eyelashes.

"A wise choice," he said, his voice pitifully rough with the emotion he couldn't hide. Azula watched as he returned to butchering the jackalope.

"I'm getting Zuko and we're leaving," Azula said. "We're not staying for dinner, we're not going to play nice. Whatever this is... I hope Niwa wakes up and realizes the mistake she's made. I hope she takes those kids far away from you."

The knife in Ozai's hand finally fumbled as Azula spoke. He took a deep breath, letting her speak.

"And I hope everyone you meet from here on out sees you for who and what you truly are. A sad, pathetic excuse for a man."

The silence that fell between them was nearly as suffocating as when Azula spit her barbed words. Ozai continued his chore as Azula turned away to leave.

But the door opened before she could reach it. Niwa stood, staring inside as Ozai peered up to her.

He could tell something was wrong.

"Niwa?" He asked. She stepped inside, looking at Azula.

"I'm sorry, may I speak with him in private?"

Azula shrugged. "You can do whatever you want with him. I'm getting my brother and leaving."

"Wait, please-" Niwa reached for Azula but the princess avoided the woman's grasp.

"Ask him. Ask him why we're here-"

"I don't have to." Niwa said, looking at Ozai. "Your brother already told me."

Finally Ozai's calm shell fractured. He froze, looking at Niwa, who's lips trembled. She opened her mouth to speak; a moment passed before she could find her voice.

"I'd had a feeling that my children were not your first, Ozai. But I could never really justify asking you such a personal question; even after all these years."

Azula blinked; she stared at Niwa as Ozai realized he was caught.

Ozai cleared his throat. "... So now you know."

Niwa's eyes flooded with tears. "Your son's eye."

A painful silence passed before Ozai gripped the wrist of the hand that had caused that burn. "... Yes. I did that."

But how? Niwa looked at Ozai, having seen what she believed to be every side of him over the past seven years. How he had cared for her, tended to her at her most vulnerable, made her believe he only had their childrens' best interests at heart. How he held Chiyo and Katsu, and the ways he spoke to them and how Chiyo found true comfort in entrusting her father with her protection'; how Katsu was now beginning to recognize his father's voice and had started to smile when he heard him.

But now she was learning that her childrens' father was a man who continued the horrors of his fathers, passing all of that fear and hatred and pain onto his own older children.

"You told me your name was Chen. How long were you going to lie to me?"

"I never meant for it to be a lie," Ozai quickly explained. "I... I was never expecting this to become my life."

"... Are you happy here?"

"Niwa, of course I am. We have all of this, each other, our children; Niwa I've kept the name because I... I don't... I'm no longer Ozai."

"Camelephant dung," Azula hissed. "Don't even-"

"I'm not. That man is dead. I would bury him myself if I could."

Niwa wrung her hands together. Ozai stepped forward.

"I would never hurt you, Niwa."

Trembling, the woman looked up to him, unsure of what to believe. She opened her mouth-

"Chiyo! Chiyo!!"

The three in the shed jumped, turning towards the house as Zuko rushed along the path leading to the woods. Niwa bolted towards the Fire Lord, followed by Azula and Ozai.

"What happening?!" Niwa asked. Zuko pointed into the woods.

"Chiyo came outside to check on you, but then I saw her run into the woods; at first I didn't think much of it since I'm sure she's familiar here and I didn't want to leave Katsu alone, but-"

Zuko pointed, and billowing from the trees was a ghastly blue mist.

A healed Azula having her first violent outburst in years after finding Ozai in his hiding spot in the Earth Kingdom. She has him pinned, aiming her hand that is popping with charged lightning right at his heart.

'Beg for my forgiveness.' She seethes as Zuko panics behind her.

Ozai remains calm.

Years have passed, long enough to realize what he did to them.

He does not deserve to even beg. He closes his eyes.

Azula's own eyes are overcome with tears. The lightning is at its zenith.

But she is not her father. She releases the lighting into the air with a curse.

[softiejoon]

STUDY DATES WITH SEUNGMIN INVOLVE…

pairing ; seungmin x reader

genre ; fluff

tags ; college!au, non-idol!au, boyfriend!au

warnings ; mentions of food

summary ; study dates with seungmin !!

word count ; ~ 600

a/n ; a new little series(?) i’m starting hehe,, i meant to post this for seungmin’s birthday oops hope you enjoy <33

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study dates

holding hands under the table at the library

it's all very cute

he pretends to be annoyed by it

complaining he can't flip the pages of his textbook and write at the same time

but he secretly loves it

it's obvious by the flush that creeps up his neck when you lean over to turn the page for him

he tries to keep his expression indifferent

but you can tell he's biting back a smile

which in turn makes you smile

“what's so funny?”

“you trying to hide that smile”

“shut up”

(he said, failing to hide said smile)

goes to the bathroom and randomly returns with your drink orders

you don’t even realise until the cup is placed in front of you

“puppy, it was my turn to pay :(”

“you'll get the next one”

“that's what you always say”

you do partially compensate in kisses

which is more than enough for seungmin

but you like doing things for him too

like whenever he finishes a particularly gruelling final

you bring over a small cake from his favourite bakery to celebrate

you guys have been trying each of the different flavours and ranking your top choices

at the moment, seungmin's favourite is the coffee cake

and yours is a tie between the black sesame and one you had on your first date there

it’s your go-to spot whenever you’re not at the library

you both can and do spend hours there

you’re usually one of the last groups to leave before closing

but the owners love you two

how could they kick out their favourite couple??

they practically watched you both get together

when you were first getting to know each other, exchanging shy glances across the table

conversations about coursework and assignments slowly evolving into playful banter

hiding smiles behind sips of your drinks or a mouthful of cake

you guys were just too cute

and when one day you both entered holding hands

the owners fell for you just as much as you did each other

of course at the end of your dates seungmin always walks you back

whether you live in the dorms, a five-minute walk from the library

or you’re catching a train back home from the nearby station

seungmin is there till the very last step

he acts as though it isn’t a big deal

but he’s adamant that you never go alone

“thanks for walking me, puppy”

you place a kiss on his cheek

“but you know you don’t have to. i mean it was practically ten steps”

he shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant

“i want to”

and those words make your heart melt

you grin at him, arms finding their way around his neck

“same time tomorrow?”

seungmin opts to kiss you in response

and you grin harder when you feel the smile on his own lips

“i’ll take that as a yes then”

your giggle triggers seungmin’s and your laughs mingle in the cool night air

you make a note to keep this memory forever

your little piece of magic in the mundane

and you know you wouldn’t trade your study dates for the world

~

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[foreverindreamlandd]

Beach Day

Pairing: College!Bucky AU x Plus Size!Reader

Summary: The first line I wrote for this one was this: 

“Bucky sighs, then leans down to rest his hands on the arms of your chair and you look back up at him as he hovers over you with a smile on his face that makes your toes curl.’Y/n/n, you have five seconds to get out of that dress and into the water before I pick you up and toss you in, fully clothed.’” ;)

Beach days are always uncomfortable for you, especially when you decide to show off your new two-piece bathing suit in front of your friends. Your best friend and secret crush Bucky Barnes seems to like it more than you would have thought…

WC: 4.3k

Note: Fluff, a little bit of angst and self depreciation from the reader. Negative thoughts on body image. I know a lot of people said they liked how I wrote a love story with a plus size character in my To Be Wanted series and I tried to keep that honesty in this piece as well. It’s mostly just therapeutic for me and I hope it also helps some of you. Please be kind to yourself when reading. <3 

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“We should take a photo and send it to the casting directors of the new Baywatch movie or something. We’re missing out on millions letting this specimen go to waste.”

You lower your book and glance over at Natasha, then follow her eye line to the ‘specimen’ in question. Your best friend and descendant of Greek gods Bucky Barnes. 

It really isn’t fair how beautiful this man is. A six-foot body cut from marble, long locks of chestnut hair tucked behind his ears, eyes that matched the ocean he was currently diving into. 

What kills you the most is his smile, the most joyous and sexy smile you’ve ever seen in your life. 

Seeing him running around in just a swimsuit, tackling your friends in the water in a way that gives you a perfect view of the flexing muscles in his upper body, wet hair whipping around his face makes you glad that you’re sitting down in your beach chair. The free show you were getting has you so weak in the knees that you’re convinced if you tried to stand your legs would immediately give out. 

But, as always, you play it cool, feigning indifference toward your hot best friend. 

“Please,” you respond. “Imagine how cocky he’d get with an even larger swath of men and women drooling over him.”

It was pointless to show any genuine interest in him. To share with anyone -- even your closest friends -- that you had been in love with him since freshman year of college. He’s perfection incarnate and you’re….well….

Let’s just say that unlike your hot red-headed friend Nat, bikinis were nowhere to be found in your beach wardrobe. 

Sure, all bodies were bikini bodies (theoretically), but you were seriously lacking the confidence to show off your curves and your stomach for the world to see. In fact, the idea of taking off your floral sundress to reveal your high waisted two piece suit that left a sliver of your midsection uncovered fills you with dread. You were still getting used to the whole “body positive movement” and the thought of even a part of yourself being exposed seems like too much. 

Especially in front of Bucky.

Nat laughs. “That’s true. But hey, maybe then we’d at least find someone for him. I still can’t believe he’s been single for years. He could literally have anyone he wanted.”

You fight back a grimace and nod. It was true. Not only was Bucky jaw-droppingly gorgeous, he even had a personality that was somehow more attractive than his appearance. He was smart, funny, and charming as all hell. He was also the nicest guy you had ever met, always lending a helping hand to those in need, sticking up for others if they got picked on or bullied, stepping in at the bar whenever he saw a girl getting uncomfortable by a guy getting too handsy. 

It had always surprised you that in the three years you had known him, you had never seen Bucky express interest in anyone. Even at parties, when men and women were falling on top of him trying to hook up with the gorgeous, irritatingly unattainable Bucky Barnes, he would politely ease them off him and act as if he wasn’t surrounded by such beautiful people.

Instead of going back to his dorm room with a new hookup every night like everyone else, he would end up in yours. To watch movies, play games, or just joke about the shenanigans that had ensued that evening.

That was how it had always been since you met the first month of freshman year. You still remember it like it was yesterday.

It was a Saturday night, and your floor mates had gone out to a frat party. You decided to stay in that evening after the previous weekend when your friends were out wearing mini skirts and crop tops and you tried to look your best but you still saw the way the frat brothers eyed you and avoided you and tried getting you out of the way so they could stand next to your friends and-

Well, let’s just say you decided to have an evening off to yourself in the comfort of your room with a carton of Ben & Jerry’s and that night’s throwback movie.

“Is that The Iron Giant?” you heard a gravelly voice ask from the hallway.

You turned to the doorway and almost dropped your chocolate-covered spoon onto your new bedding. You had seen Bucky Barnes from afar since moving in, always letting your gaze linger a few seconds too long before finally looking away, trying to absorb as much of his beauty as possible.

Now, here he was, leaning on the door frame to your room in a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, hair tied back in a bun, eyes glued to your TV. It was customary for the freshman on your floor to leave the door open if you were just chilling and welcoming visitors to join in on whatever you were doing. No one had a solid friend group yet, so you tried whatever you could to meet people. 

Still, you were surprised that someone was around on a Saturday night, especially Bucky.

Bucky looked at you after not getting a response, eyebrows raised. 

You came back to your senses and nodded. “I have a list of my favorite childhood movies to rewatch. You know, trying to cling to my youth and all that.”

Bucky chuckled, and it was the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard in your damn life. “You know, some might say that we still are ‘youths.’” He said the last part while making air quotes with his fingers.

You rolled your eyes. “Speak for yourself, pal. I’m literally in bed at 9pm on a Saturday. Might as well start calling me Granny.”

“Well, I’m staying in tonight, too. Does that mean I’m an old man?”

“Yep. Sorry to break the news to ya, Gramps.”

Bucky laughed again. “Bucky works, too.”

You smiled and gave him a small wave. “I’m Y/n.”

He waved back. “Nice to meet you, Y/n.”

“Likewise, Bucky.”

Bucky gave you a small smile, then took a tentative step inside your room. “So….does this movie night only allow admission for one person at a time or would it be okay for a fellow senior citizen to crash?”

“That depends, do you have your A.A.R.P. card on you to prove you’re of age?”

Bucky jokingly patted around the pockets of his sweatpants. “Looks like I forgot it at home. But I could buy us pizza to make up for it?”

You smiled. “Pull up a chair, Buck.”

After that, the two of you became inseparable. You went everywhere together, to the dining commons for almost every meal, football games, theater shows, and had weekly movie nights. And even as your friend group grew to include Nat, Steve, and Sam, everyone still knew you as a pair. Always Bucky and Y/n. Wherever one went, the other would follow.

Just as friends, though. You knew there was no way Bucky would be interested in a girl like you when everyone else was so willing to offer themselves up to him. Instead of just being another person who made him uncomfortable by always flirting with him, you actively treated him like a buddy. Purely platonic. You never sat on the same bed together, never slept over, and hardly touched one another except for the occasional hug during special occasions. Bucky didn’t seem to have a problem with the boundary and you needed it for yourself so that you wouldn’t catch feelings for your best friend.

Too bad that second part didn’t actually work out too well for you.

And now here you were on the annual trip to Natasha’s beach house on the Cape that happened one week in the Summer since freshman year along with Bucky, Sam, and Steve. It became a tradition for your group, a nice mini reunion during the four months off from school to see one another and catch up. Though you loved seeing everyone, going to the beach was the least favorite part of the trip for, well, reasons…

At least the view was nice.

Said view was now looking over at you and running out of the water and in your direction.

“God, he even runs in slow motion, sometimes,” Nat mutters.

Bucky stops right in front of you, wiping his hair out of his face. Though your eyes are covered by your sunglasses, you still do your best to keep your gaze focused on his face and not his abs which are just out of arm's reach.

 “Ladies,” Bucky starts, “we’ve been here for two hours and you still haven’t gone into the water. What gives?”

You shrug. “Still waiting to warm up. I feel a bit of a breeze and don’t want to freeze to death.”

Nat glares at you. “There is literally a bead of sweat trickling down your forehead, Y/n.”

You glare back at her and try to nonchalantly wipe the sweat away as Bucky chuckles.

“I was just about to head in, now that you mention it,” Nat says, getting out of her seat and taking her shorts off. “If anyone throws seaweed at me, though, I’m banning you from the beach house forever.”

Bucky gives Nat a serious look and salutes her. “On my honor, nothing of the kelp variety shall get within five feet of you.”

She rolls her eyes, then heads down the beach toward the water. “Good luck getting that one out here, Bucky,” she calls from over her shoulder.

Bucky’s eyes make their way back to you. “Well? You coming in or what, Granny?”

You laugh at the pet name you accidentally gave yourself so long ago and lift your book up to him. “Can’t, Gramps. The story’s getting too good.” You place the book back down on your lap and pretend to continue reading, unable to actually do so under Bucky’s watchful eye.

Bucky sighs, then leans down to rest his hands on the arms of your chair and you look back up at him as he hovers over you with a smile on his face that makes your toes curl.

“Y/n/n, you have five seconds to get out of that dress and into the water before I pick you up and toss you in, fully clothed.” 

The man was close enough that you could smell the mixture of saltwater and sunblock on his skin. How the hell did he make U.V. protection smell so sexy?  

You gulp, slowly closing your book without breaking eye contact with him. “Right behind you, Buck.” 

His smile widens and he gives you a quick wink before heading back to the water. 

You give yourself one minute to try to get all of the panic out of your system before finally standing up. You turn so that your back is to Bucky and the rest of the group and then gingerly lift your dress over your head. You slowly place it in your bag, attempting to prolong the inevitable as long as possible. 

The instant you feel sun touching the exposed part of your stomach you feel the urge to throw your dress back on and run to the house and hide there for the rest of your stay. Instead, you let out a small sigh, and turn to the group. 

They seem to pay you no mind, too busy tossing a football around and splashing each other. The only one to notice your trek over to the water is, of course, Bucky, who shoots you a boyish grin and waves you over. 

Seeing his excitement at your approach immediately fills you with ease and you return his smile. The water is beyond refreshing in the stinging heat, and you quickly run over to join the group. You wish that they were a little farther out in the deep end so that you could cover more of your body. Right now the water only hits your hips. 

Bucky’s eyes look you up and down. “New suit?”

You nod, looking down at your hand running through to water to avoid his inevitable judgment. “Wanted to try something different. Plus, it was on sale,” you respond. 

Bucky grins. “I’m liking different. It looks great on you.” 

“Buckyyyy,” you grumble, uncomfortable by the compliment. You fight the instinct to cover your stomach with your hands and instead splash Bucky. 

Bucky scoffs at the sudden attack and his grin turns totally mischievous.

“So it’s like that? Fine.” And he lunges at you, his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you underwater with him, muffling your squeal. His free hand grazes over your exposed midsection and you swear there are literal butterflies flying around in your stomach. You’re not entirely sure if the feeling is caused from excitement of the intimate touch from Bucky, or of horror from it.

Oh god, he must be disgusted by this.

To your surprise, though, Bucky’s hand doesn’t immediately flinch away from the direct contact with your skin. Instead, you feel it slowly slide along one side of your stomach to the other. It makes you dizzy. It makes you yearn for more of his touch.

The two of you break the surface and gasp for air. You’re too distracted by the unexpected contact to feel the bite of the cold water.

Bucky’s arm is still wrapped around you as he continues to give you that wonderful boyish grin. “How’s that for refreshing?”

Your eyes narrow. “You little…” you tackle him, arms wrapping around his neck as you push him back underwater with you. You take this opportunity to wriggle out of his grasp to try and run away, only to have him jump back onto you to pull you under once more.

The two of you continue this childish wrestling match, both grinning and giggling the entire time. Too distracted by one another to hear Sam grumbling to Natasha and Steve.

“How much longer do we have to wait until we slap some sense into them?”

Steve chuckles. “Give them time. They’ll figure it out at some point.”

“I have a feeling it’ll happen pretty soon, gentlemen,” Nat says, crossing her arms.

Steve and Sam raise their eyebrows at her. “What do you know?”

“Nothing you wouldn’t know if you had more than one brain cell, Wilson.” Nat yelps as Sam picks up a giant piece of seaweed and proceeds to chase her through the water, threatening to toss it onto her hair.

The cries of your friend pulls you and Bucky back into the moment and you both turn to witness the chaos unfolding in front of you, laughing at how ridiculous it looks.

“Some adults just don’t know how to act their age,” Bucky murmurs jokingly.

“So childish. We really can’t take them anywhe-” You turn back to Bucky and your words die on your tongue as you realize you’re still in his arms. And his face is inches from yours. It’s the closest the two of you have ever been, and yet it still doesn’t feel like it’s close enough. 

Blue eyes pierce into yours and Bucky’s mouth opens ever so slightly. You become hyper aware of a piece of his hair sticking to his face and move to tuck it behind his ear. You swear you hear a gasp escape from him.

Holy shit, is he moving closer to you?

“I’m going to kill you Sam,” Nat screams, and the two of you jump, turning back to your friends to find the giant piece of kelp laid out on Natasha’s chest. You move out of Bucky’s arms, suddenly embarrassed. 

Of course he wasn’t leaning in to kiss you, Y/n. Quit dreaming.

“Sam,” you groan, “you’re gonna get us kicked out of the Cape house!”

Sam shoots you a childish grin. “Worth it.”

“Speak for yourself, dude!”

“Alright everyone, let’s stay calm,” Steve interjects. “It’s almost time to go out for dinner, so why don’t we let Nat….get cleaned up and we can head out?”

Nat groans, gingerly picking off the pieces of seaweed with a very dramatic look of disgust painted on her face.

The gang heads out of the water and packs up their stuff, then makes the short trek back to the house. 

Right when you get inside and everyone starts heading to their prospective rooms to shower and change, Bucky gently grabs your arm to turn you towards him.

“Hey,” he says, looking down at the ground and then back up at you. Was he….nervous? “I was wondering if you’d be willing to skip dinner and stay in? Maybe we could do a movie night?”

You furrow your brows. “Uh, sure? Should I ask everyone else if they want to join?”

Bucky shakes his head, his hands fidgeting in front of him. “Just us? If that’s okay?”

You nod. “Sure, Buck. I’d love that.”

Bucky smiles. “Great, I’ll meet you down here in 30?”

“See you then.”

He gives your arm a small squeeze before running up the stairs to his and Sam’s room, leaving you standing in the hallway by yourself.

What was that about?

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Thirty minutes later, just after Steve, Sam, and Nat had left for the evening, you head down to the living room to find Bucky sitting in the middle of the couch. He had apparently put more thought into this than you had anticipated because on the table in front of him was a pizza, a bottle of wine and two glasses that had already been filled. He had even lit some candles and placed them throughout the room, creating a soft glow.

You raise your eyebrows at the display. “Dang, Buck. You went all out.”

He smiles. “There’s even Ben & Jerry’s in the fridge for later.”

You return his smile and place yourself on the couch, sitting right against the edge to give you and Bucky the space you were so used to having.

It might be the lack of lighting, but you swear you catch Bucky frowning for a second. 

“What?” you ask.

“Why do you always sit so far away from me? I just showered, Y/n/n, I promise I don’t smell that bad.” 

He definitely did not. Even from this distance the smell of pine from his shampoo was currently driving you mad.

“I don’t know,” you murmur sheepishly. “I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Bucky barks out a laugh at that. “Seriously? Come here, Granny.” He leans over to grab your waist and pulls you next to him, then lifts his arm up to rest over your shoulders.

You’re pretty sure the whole goddamn block can hear your heart beating out of your chest.

Bucky peers over at you. “This okay?” Speechless, you move your head up and down and he chuckles. “Alright, let’s start the movie. Want some wine?”

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“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again,” you declare, “Phil Collins had no right going that hard on the Tarzan soundtrack.”

“It truly is a masterpiece,” Bucky agrees.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to listen to ‘You’ll Be In My Heart’ without tearing up.”

“Well, we’ve watched it together at least five times and you have yet to prove that theory wrong,” Bucky says, lifting the remote and turning off the TV.

You giggle. “This was fun. Thanks for putting it together, Buck.” You poke him in the side.

Bucky grins at your touch and leans closer to you. “Anytime, Y/n. Movie nights with you are my favorite.”

Your eyes meet his and you smile. “Mine, too.”

Suddenly, the room becomes eerily quiet, and it’s just you and Bucky. Inches apart from one another like you were earlier at the beach. Blue eyes piercing yours, lips slightly parted.

And this time you’re sure that Bucky is moving in closer.

What?

His lips ghost over yours and you flinch, pulling back just a bit.

Bucky furrows his eyebrows, leaning back as well. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/n. I shouldn’t have assumed…” He rubs the back of his neck.

You shake your head, trying to fight back tears. “No, it’s okay. It’s probably just the wine. You didn’t mean to do that. Accidents happen.”

Bucky frowns. “What?”

Heat rises to your cheeks and you fold your arms over your stomach. “I mean, this is me, Buck. Why would anyone in their right mind want to kiss me?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Bucky sits up straight. He looks almost angry.

This time the tears do come and you bite your bottom lip. “Bucky, have you looked in the mirror, like, ever? You’re absolutely gorgeous. I’m just….” your voice breaks, “I’m just this gross blob of a person. You could have anyone you wanted, so why on earth would you want me?”

“Y/n, that’s literally the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard you say. And you’ve said some pretty stupid things.” 

Now, you’re mad. You stand up, flinging your arms in the air and walking to the middle of the room. “Bucky it’s true. Have you never seen how other guys look at me? They do their best to avoid me. I hear their snickers. I see the way they try to push me to the side so they can get closer to Nat. I see the way people scoff when they see us hanging out.”

You wipe away the tears from your eyes and Bucky’s gaze immediately softens. He stands up and walks over to you slowly, pulling you in for a hug. He squeezes you so tightly to him, as if trying to push every negative thought or feeling out of your body. Your hands cling to the back of his shirt as you rest your head against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat against your ear relaxes you after a moment and eventually the tears stop.

He gently pushes you away and rests his hands on your shoulders. He looks down at the ground, lets out a deep sigh, then locks his eyes onto yours.

“Y/n, I want you. All I’ve ever wanted was you. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met, the one person I feel most comfortable being myself with, who I laugh the most with. I think you’re smart, funny, beautiful, and just my favorite fucking person in the whole world. And I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with you since you called me Gramps that first night three years ago. It fucking hurts so much that you feel like you’re not good enough for me compared to those who think they can just throw themselves on me like I’m some property they want to claim for themselves. Truth is, I was claimed long ago. I’ve never felt any sort of desire for them when I’ve had the best person by my side this whole time. It’s always been you, Y/n/n. I’ve always wanted you.”

Speechless. You’re speechless. All you can do is blink slowly up at Bucky, trying to absorb everything he’s just said to you. 

“This….this isn’t the wine talking?”

Bucky gives an exacerbated laugh. “We only had like two glasses, Granny. You’ve seen me knock back two bottles without even blinking.”

The corners of your mouth curve up ever so slightly. With a newfound confidence, you lift your right hand up to Bucky’s cheek. A soft sigh escapes him from your touch and your heart flutters at the sound of it.

Fuck it.

Your hand slides to the back of his neck and you pull him down until his lips reach yours. 

After years of secretly dreaming about what it would feel like to kiss Bucky -- how his lips would taste, how smooth they would be -- none of those dreams could ever live up to the real thing.

Kissing Bucky is the best feeling of your whole fucking life.

Clearly he felt the same. The moan he let out when his lips met yours was a good indication of that. He tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, and then suddenly his arms were wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You respond by wrapping your arms around his neck, combing your fingers through his hair.

When it’s time to finally come up for air, the two of you pull away, resting your foreheads against one another.

Bucky is the first to speak.

“I have wanted to do that,” he says in between breaths “for a very, very long time.”

You smile. “Well why didn’t you say so sooner, Gramps?”

“I never knew if you were into me! You never made a move or anything. Always made a point to keep yourself at a distance. I wanted to respect that, Y/n.”

You groan. “I just thought there was no way you’d be interested. Also, I thought not groping you every chance I got was a breath of fresh air for you  since everyone else was doing it.”

Bucky kisses your nose, then rests his forehead back against yours. “And now?”

“Well, now I’m just sorry I made you wait so long. I had no idea you were suffering just as much as I was.”

Bucky chuckles. “You were worth the wait.” You smile into his lips as they meet yours for another kiss.

Suddenly, the lights turn on and the two of you jump away from each other to find Sam, Steve, and Nat standing at the door.

“Fucking finally, guys,” Sam exclaims, grinning widely. Steve gives the two of you a soft smile and nods in approval.

Nat just smirks.

“Told ya.”

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[not-alien-girl-v]

fluff alphabet with cooper day please?

Fluff Alphabet with Cooper Day

A =Affection (What’s their primary way of showing they care?)

I feel like it definitely isn't words of affirmation, if we're talking love languages. He's shy, especially around pretty girls, and because of that he's a little quiet at times, but I think he shows you he cares by hanging out with you and always wanting to do shit with you. Even if you don't talk while you do it, he values any time spent together. Especially since he spends a lot of time writing, and he won’t want to talk very much while he’s busy, it’s like a comfort to have you around in his day to day activities.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

If you asked him he’d say something like neck to sound cool like a vampire but I think he actually likes hands. Like Tate, he likes to hold hands a lot since he’s not that into traditional cuddling. It’s a simple way to represent your relationship without having to be all over each other.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

He’s not really into cuddling that much. If you want to initiate it, that’s fine, he’s down for whatever, but it’s generally something he can live without. Maybe if you sit together on his bed, he might put your legs over his, but he likes his space most of the time, settling for a simple hand hold or maybe a silly little arm link when you’re walking around because it’s funny.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

I am going to get real with you for a moment. Dude is broke and not much of a romantic. A table for two during lunch is what he considers a date. Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll have a movie night at his house because his dad bought a big thing of popcorn. Like I said, when you spent as much casual time together as he likes to, you don’t feel the need to make hanging out a big event like a date is if that makes sense.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He bottles stuff up a lot. If there’s something wrong, you’ll hardly be able to tell, because he’s always kind of in a pensive and pouty kind of mood. He also likes to deflect talking about his feelings. Just assume he’s sad about something at any given moment and you’re probably right. If you make him feel comfortable enough around you, you could get him to talk about whatever’s bothering him, but it will take a while because he doesn’t want to share it and he doesn’t want you to hear it.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

It’s really just not something he’s thinking about right now. He’s a little indifferent about kids at the moment because he himself is one, so it’s not like he’s imagining his future son/daughter’s name or anything. Ask him in 10-15 years, maybe he’ll have some thoughts about it then. But for now, he’s still enduring his own childhood.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He does not have a lot of money. If something is on sale, he might get it for you if he knows you’ll enjoy. Maybe like a CD from one of those sales they have outside the public libraries because they’re always super cheap but he knows you will appreciate it a lot because it’s 2005 or whatever and that’s all you have. I think in return you should get him cute clothes you find at thrift stores. Even the funny and weird clothes, when you give them to him, he’d be all like whatever you suck (but every now and then you’ll catch him wearing them).

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

He uses this as a cuddling substitute. When you’re walking around at school, he’ll hold your hand because he wants to show people you’re his girlfriend without showing a lot of PDA. Sitting on the couch next to each other he’ll hold your hand. In the car, in class, any type of situation, he finds it the best way to stay connected with you and not feel like he’s ignoring you when you’re not talking. It’s a really casual thing to him, he doesn’t take your hand in both of his, just holds yours in his one hand and that’s it.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

If it’s his fault he’ll feel so bad about it. He always feels bad about it, even if you were doing something stupid and he warned you not to because he knew you’d get hurt. Of course, when you don’t listen and get hurt anyway, he firstly hits you with an ‘i told you so’. He’s not a very nurturing guy, so if you seem fine, he’s just gonna leave it at a quick scolding, but if it’s a little something more he’ll show his concern. He’ll get you a bandaid, a painkiller, whatever you need to get cleaned up.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

He mostly just teases you about stuff. Like about liking stereotypical girly things, even if he does enjoy when you ask to paint his nails or do his makeup. Most of his jokes he makes to you specifically are inside jokes, just stuff you both have found humor in over the course of knowing each other for a long time.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

He’s never really gotten used to kissing you. He doesn’t think he ever will. He wants to, a lot more than he actually does kiss you, he just gets scared right when he’s about to and chickens out. You were definitely the one who kissed him for the first time, in the relationship, and ever. He likes to make out in his desk chair with you on his lap, if you’ve seen that clip then you know what I mean, but you usually have to be the one to come over and get him away from his computer, because he sure as hell is not brave enough to ask you to sit on his lap, let alone make out with him.

L = Love (how do they tell you they love you?)

When he says it for the first time, I imagine he’s walking you home after a day of hanging out at the park or shopping together, and he held your hand the entire way there, you could notice how sweaty it was getting, and when you finally reach your house, you turn to face him and he grabs your free hand with his other hand, and you’re about to say something when he just interrupts you and blurts it out. You can tell he had been holding it in all day and was so nervous to tell you but you’re so glad he did.

M = Memento (Are they sentimental? Do they keep reminders of you?)

Perhaps this is creepy but he keeps some of the trash you leave around in his room. Like a half drunken water bottle or a candy wrapper. Maybe a hair tie or bracelet. He will deny it if you accuse him of being weird like that but he’s got this weird hoarding instinct when it comes to you as if you’re about to die suddenly and he needs to keep every reminder of you he gets.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Being normal. He likes dressing so weird and being into weird stuff because it’s weird. If his style got popular, it be the worst thing to him. He likes being different because he likes the infamous reputation he gets as the weirdo.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

He picks at his nails. He doesn’t let his food touch each other. He pulls at his hair. He dances really weird and won’t take any criticism on it.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

In the beginning of the relationship, he just calls you by your name. When he gets more comfortable, he slips ‘babe’ in between a few sentences. Sometimes he calls you girlie as a joke.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Any chance at all ever to hang out, he’ll take it. You’re walking to the gas station? He wants to come. Taking a trip to the kitchen for a snack? He’ll tag along. Running some errands? He’d love to join. Anything you do, he wants to be a part of it.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Not very. Like I said before, he bottles up his emotions. He doesn’t like to talk about himself unless you specifically ask to know something. He does love to gossip though. Even though he’s a weird, edgy outsider, he still loves to hear all the hot goss about the popular kids at school.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

A very, very long time. He started out as your best friend and he always had a little crush on you but eventually he really fell in love with you, but he was great at pretending he didn’t care, like when you would have other boyfriends and stuff, he just acted indifferent so he wouldn’t be sad that you weren’t his. Until one day you told him you really liked him, and he completely didn’t see it coming, but after a little bit of grilling, you got his entire ‘i’ve loved you since the day I met you’ confession, and decided then and there to continue on as boyfriend and girlfriend.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He’s not the best at comforting you in times of need. He’s totally that awkward hug kind of guy where you’re sobbing and he just :| and a gentle pat on the back. Because of that, he does everything he can to keep you happy, mostly without you noticing. He tries so hard to remove every minor inconvenience you could come across in life in case it could be the last straw to spark your tears.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He likes to show you off so much. Especially if you have a really cool style. He loves to walk around with you in public places and let people see that you’re his girlfriend because it’s just so cool to him. He just thinks you’re awesome.

W = Wildcard (What’s a random relationship headcanon?)

He gets super cuddly and lovey when he’s drunk and whenever he gets drunk and is all over you and super affectionate, you record it so he can watch it back later and get embarrassed.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Pretty well. Better than you think he does. A lot of times it seems like he doesn’t listen to your long rants about whatever when you’re talking a mile a minute, but then at a later time, he’ll bring up something you said in the middle of it, or he’ll do something you said you liked. He pays attention a lot more than you anticipate, and because of that, he knows you really well.

Y = Yearn (What makes them miss you?)

You’re pretty much always together, but whenever you’re apart, he can manage, but he just gets a little poutier then when you’re around. If it’s been a while since he’s seen you, typically one of the things of yours he hoards in his room will spark up his sadness.

Z = Zeal (what gets them excited?)

Compliments. He loves it when you compliment him on anything at all, like his hands or his hair or his clothes or his music taste or his writing. Anything you say at all, as long as it’s sincere, it means the absolute world to him and he hopes you never get tired of these little things.

[petracozbi]

Yeah, headcanons like those have my whole heart.

The fact that so many in the fandom silently agreed, that Branch's dynamic with these characters, that we only meet for 2 minutes in the end of the movie, are a brotherly one, is a great example of the people's inherent need to give the "dark", traumatised and anxious character a found family, and I am not an exception.

But I also think that's what the creators intended. Maybe not specifically the brother-dynamic, but you don't have to dive into an intensive analysis of the two scenes Kismet are in, to see that they essentially work as substitutions to Branch's brothers.

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The here are parallels among other pointers, giving us an idea of which brother each member of Kismet resembles:

-Trickee having goggles just like JD (there's not much else to say)

-Ablaze showcasing a flirty personality when he's on stage, like (Spruce) Bruce, probably being the heartthrob of the group

-Hype is literally called Hype. Clay was the "fun-boy", so it's not too hard to believe that being hyper was part of the package

-And then there's Boom. And come on. He has rainbow hair, I don't think I have to say much more, other than that, so far, I've only seen fans collectively agreeing on Floyd, maybe not being so straight

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Anyway, I totally agree; Branch finding a new family, instead of, like in your words, putting his life on hold forever, would be so satisfying.

And I also think Kismet aren't the only ones who you could count into the found-family-dynamic. There's the SnackPack obviously, but also the Reggaeton trolls as well as the K-pop trolls, the yodellers, Cooper's family probably, and no doubt many more that I just haven't thought of.

The idea, that Branch would be too busy with his new family and friends to spare much more than a few words to his actual brothers, is so funny to me.

I think it'd be even funnier if maybe not Branch, but said found family and friends, being extremely aware of the brothers' jealousy and being nothing but smug about it. Because I imagine they'd probably be nothing but pretty pissed at the brothers for leaving Branch, and now expecting him to have them as his top priority

Even better if they try to call Branch out on it. I don't think he'd be oblivious to his friends and family being hostile towards his brothers, rather just not sparing it much thought, because truly, he deserves to be unapologetic about his indifference to his brothers' discomfort at the situation.

Like, what do they expect him to do? Choose them over the people who came -and stayed in his life? Yeah, he came along to safe Floyd, and on that rescue-mission, he even expressed hope for them being a family again, something he was brushed off for immediately and then got belittled for, when he expressed hurt.

If we're following this headcanon, I think that moment, is when Branch truly gives up on them. Yeah, he'll still try to save Floyd; he isn't going to leave him like they left him. But afterwards, it definitely isn't Branch trying to reach out to mend the bond. The brothers gotta work for it themselves!

based on what little we know what do you think the rest of Bro zone's childhoods were like?

I know we know next to nothing about this other than the parents were out of the picture by the time Branch was a baby meaning they'd have had to have either died or left maybe 2 to 3 years at most prior to the band breakup.

so yeah based on nothing but your own HC what do you think the other Bro zone members childhoods were like?

as Branch really kinda Drew the short straw being born last with such an age gap between him and the others meaning they all mostly grew up together.

and presumably with their parents as well and didn't break up with each other until they were all teenagers.

whereas Branch's childhood was entirely separate due to the age gap so he was just a baby when their parents left the picture and when the family broke up and was just a little kid when their Grandma died.

and of course Grew up alone Hiding in his Bunker most of the time and avoiding other people.

so it makes me wonder what the other Brothers childhoods were like in comparison?

like if this ever happens to get brought up in conversation in the future it could either be that their childhood experiences were wholly different to Branch's in a good way.

making things a tad awkward as they all have these fond memories of each other and of their parents from when they were children and most of what Branch remembers from his childhood is either just him and Grandma or just him on his own Hiding away.

or the other option is that Bro zone's childhood was actually Different in a bad way like maybe their parents were straight up crappy selfish people who neglected and mistreated them.

leaving it mostly up to Grandma to Raise the kids and of course JD when he got old enough so they basically had to play the parent Role to the others even years before the parents actually left the picture.

and this actually in a weird way gives Branch something to Bond over and Relate to with his older Bros aka crappy experiences lol.

they all realise their family has always been pretty Broken and crappy Right from the start and in a way they themselves followed in their parents footsteps.

by running away from Responsibility when things got Hard but they all make a promise to each other to stop that and that no matter what happens they all won't give up and leave the Family.

IDK just an idea I had when thinking about Branch's Differing experiences to his Brothers what would you like to be the case in Regards to the other members of Bro zone's childhoods?

[schneesisterss]

Do you have any head cannons for the other Dimitrescu sisters? I loved your takes on Cassandra!

thank you! <3 and Of Course I have headcannons for the other two. (though not as extensive as the ones I have for Cassandra bc you know... brain rot) BUT HERE:

Daniela:

ADD/ADHD representation

stims include, but not limited to: jumping, hard blinking, leg bouncing, word/phrase/noise repetition, and fidgeting with her clothing

and i’m also CONVINCED she gets the zoomies at random times of the day

Alcina, hearing loud and fast footsteps up and down her hallway at 3am: *sigh* “Daniela! Take it outside!”

followed by a loud THUMP and painful groan (she definitely ran into a wall)

hates loud noises but simultaneously has no volume control

especially when she gets excited

Cassandra has to constantly remind her to lower her voice

“AND THEN I TOOK MY KNIFE AND STABBED THE LYCAN IN THE NECK AND IT WAS SO COOL—”

“Dani, i’m standing right here, why are you yelling?”

she loves play-fighting with her sisters

Cassandra is more willing to entertain her than Bela but the both of them like to see their sister happy. so whenever they recognize Daniela getting antsy they’ll wrestle with her a bit

(Cassandra gets way to into it sometimes and makes Bela be the referee lol. Cass always ends up pinning her younger sister with a proud, competitive smile on her face. Bela let’s Dani win, but we don’t tell her that)

has the keenest senses of the three which makes her the best at stalking/killing pray

and since she can hear the best out of all of them, she unintentionally eves drops on conversations

so Daniela, bless her, has all the tea

tactile learner

will just. touch things

“Life hard, Mothers gown soft”

can get trapped in her own head and doesn’t know how to express to her family what’s bothering her

this can make her very reserved at times and she’ll distance herself for days on end

her mother is really the only person who knows how to get her out of that state. Alcina walks up the long flight of stairs to the highest point of her castle. her youngest daughter likes to come here sometimes when she needs the quiet. “Daniela? Are you up here?”

“Hello, Mother.” Alcina looks up to see her daughter lounging on a banister high up on the ceiling.

“What are you doing up there, my love?” Daniela rubs the fabric of her dress between her fingers. “Cassandra and Bela were arguing again. I don’t like when Cassandra yells.”

Alcina shakes her head. Those two were always going at it. She’ll speak to Bela about it later. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.” Daniela then grabs a fist full of her dress and tugs at it, blinking hard. “Come down for a moment. Talk to me, baby.”

and Daniela simply rolls herself off the banister and into free fall. Alcina, already prepared, catches her with ease and holds her bridal style against her chest. Daniela runs her hands over the sleeve of her mother’s dress.

Alcina gave her youngest child time to gather her thoughts, knowing it sometimes takes longer for her to be able to understand them herself. Daniela finally spoke up: “It’s been very loud recently. Around the castle. Small things, like footsteps or glasses clicking, they sound so loud in my head.” She covers her ears with her hands. “Even now I can still hear Cassandras voice through the castle, it’s pushing in my ears. My head hurts, Mother.”

Alcina gave her daughter a quick squeeze before setting her down. “Follow me baby, I want to show you something.” Daniela followed her Mother through the twists and turns of the castle until they ended up at a door that was just like all the others. It blended in and maybe that’s why Daniela has never noticed it before. “In here.” her mother guided.

Inside was a small library and lounge room. A fire place tucked in the corner and, of course, a wall a wine next to it. Daniela looked at her Mother questioningly.

“Listen.” her mother said, and Daniela did. She heard... nothing. Nothing outside of the quiet cracking of the fire place. “This room is sound proofed. Come here whenever you feel overwhelmed.” She leaned down to stroke her daughters head. “Just don’t tell your sisters I showed you my secret getaway room.” and with a wink, the tall woman exited the room and shut the door behind her.

The next day Daniela was at breakfast like nothing had changed. She didn’t even mind when Cassandra yelled at a maiden for breaking a plate, it only made her laugh.

(if you get overstimulated you KNOW what i’m talking about)

personal space? never heard of her.

loves to cling to Belas arm and Bela let’s her bc she thinks it’s just. so cute.

will also sometimes just crawl into her mothers lap and fall asleep. then Alcinas like: “well.. i guess i’m not moving for three hours”

Daniela: “if I run an jump at Cassandra, she’ll most certainly catch me.” *takes off in a full blown sprint*

Cassandra: “NO IM HOLDING HOT TEA—” *drops tea to catch Daniela* *proceeds to cuss her younger sister out, all while Dani is wrapped around her like a koala*

(this happens a lot. Dani will just... climb on Cassandra. piggy back rides, getting on her shoulders, wrapping her hands around her neck from behind and letting her feet drag on the floor, etc. Cassandra complains adamantly but never once moves to get her off)

Cassandra: “hey Dani, I dare you too—”

Bela: “Mother said Daniela isn’t allowed to accept dares anymore.”

Daniela: “apparently I have ‘no regard for my personal safety.’”

it takes a lot for Daniela to get genuinely angry, but when she does, it’s.... bad.

Very Very Scary when mad

turns into a completely different person that you Do NOT want to fuck with

dangerous and violent

much more dark and sadistic as compared to her normal personality

came home one night covered in blood and laughing hysterically. it scared the shit out of her sisters bc if they would try and get close, she’d slash at them with her weapon.

(this was one of the only times Bela had seen Cassandra genuinely worried and afraid for their sister)

when Alcina came to see what was wrong, Daniela, still laughing madly, swung at her too. Cassandra quickly shot out her arm and grabbed Belas elbow to stop her from getting involved. Bela whipped around with a growl but Cassandras glare and squeezing nails told her to back down. Mother can handle it.

Insane Laugh™️

thinks it’s funny to intimidate the maidens by showing her fangs and snapping her jaw

she often likes to find Bela when she’s reading a book to convince her to read to her (Bela almost always complies)

that’s it for Daniela. just a hyperactive baby with a murder streak <3 ONTO THE FINAL SISTER

Bela:

Mama’s (and I cannot stress this enough) Girl

needs constant reassurance that’s she’s doing a good job and yes this reassurance can ONLY come from her mother

INSOMNIAC

this girl never sleeps, pls baby you need some rest

she spends the time she should be sleeping reading books or running errands for her mother (whether Alcina asked her to or not)

she has read almost every single book in their giant library

Cassandra doesn’t understand this at all

“Why are you always cooped up in here?” Bela glanced up over the pages of her book at her younger sister. “This is the library Cassandra. Take a wild guess.” her voice was completely level and had no inflection. Cassandra gritted her teeth, “You think your so much better than me.” Bela sighed and closed her book. She didn’t want to do this again. “No. I don’t.” she said seriously. Cassandra eyed her for a moment then looked away, Bela saw the guilt on her face before she turned on her heal. “You’re so boring.”

because she reads so much, she is incredibly smart and just knows facts about random things

Daniela, daydreaming: “I wonder why grass is green.”

Bela, immediately: “the pigment that most grasses produce, Chlorophyll, absorbs almost all blue and red light and reflects green light which is why we see green. so I mean, technically grass is every single color EXCEPT for green.

Dani, confused as fuck: ....

Cass: “Bitch, how do you even know that?”

Bela’s sisters just end up using her as Google

“Hey Bela, how far away is the moon?” “238,900 miles.”

“Hey Bela, how many different climates are there?” “Twelve”

“Hey Bela, what’s the worlds deadliest poison?” “Botulinum... why?” “No reason.” “Dani. WHY?”

“Hey Bela, how much can I sell a human skull on the black market for?” Bela, concerned: “Cassandra why would—” “HOW MUCH?” “Well... are all the teeth still in tact?” “...No.” “Than only about $500.” “FUCK.”

“Hey Bela, I have this weird rash on my back and—” “Daniela. Do not finish that sentence. Go ask Mother.”

she is so quiet

and not just because she doesn’t talk very loud or even much at all. she’s just So. Silent. when she moves

just pops up in random places without anyone hearing her approach

even Daniela can’t hear her coming, which is saying something

Cassandra, minding her own business, drinking blood tea: .....

Bela, suddenly right next to her: “Hey I was wondering if— stop screaming, it’s me— have you seen Mothers lipstick? It’s missing.”

refuses any type of help with anything or else she feels like she failed that task

Never asks for help, Never asks for favors, and Never Ever will burden her Mother with any of her problems. Ever.

(Alcina thinks this is ridiculous. her eldest daughter pushes herself too hard.)

Anxiety™️

sometimes when her anxiety becomes too much she shuts down and becomes very indifferent to things around her. this has caused many fights between herself and Cassandra because Cass will get really fired up when all Bela does is respond with a monotone voice and blank stare.

overthinks literally everything and is a perfectionist

this makes her prone to panic attacks :(

when this happens she shuts herself in her room, not wanting to bother her Mother or sisters

Bela closes her bedroom door behind her and stumbles to her knees. she can’t seem to get air into her lungs no matter how hard she tried. she had failed. Mother asked her to bring her the head of that stupid man-thing, but somehow he knew their weakness.

how could he know? are Cassandra and Daniela ok? where are they? where is Mother?

Belas breathing was shallow and short, her chest burns as she presses her forehead into the ground. She claws the skin of her chest raw, leaving angry, red marks behind, desperately trying to open her lungs.

she stays as quiet as she can, only gasping few and far between. she will not be a burden. she should deal with the consequences of her failure. alone.

a sudden knock on her door makes her scramble backwards on her bottom till her back hits the opposite wall. then Belas worst nightmare, her Mothers voice.

“Bela?! Bela, is that you?” Alcinas words were rushes and worried. the door handle jiggled. “Bela, baby the door is locked, please let me in.” Bela covered her mouth and cried silently while her Mother begged to be let in.

the sound of snapping wood had Belas eyes flying open, her Mother had broken down the door. Bela shrunk into herself. She’s going to be so mad. I’m a failure. the ringing in her ears became so intense she couldn’t hear anything else.

large, soft hands cup her cheeks and a muffled voice through the air: “Bela, my love, you’re alright thank god. Are you hurt anywhere? Let me see.”

Bela pushed weakly at her Mothers arms and said between sobs, “I-I’m sorry, M-Mother.”

Alcina looked at her eldest daughter with confusion, she had no physical wounds, but the look on her face was heartbreaking. “What are you sorry for, my love?” this only made Belas breathing spend up even more, her face red from the lack of oxygen. Alcina quickly pulled her in close.

“Now Bela, listen to the sound of my voice,” she said it gently but just hard enough to grab her daughters attention. “I need you to copy my breath. Do it now, love, listen to me. Do what i’m telling you to.” Alcina took exaggerated breaths and noticed that instantly after her command, Bela had tried to follow, but the smaller girls breath was still choppy and small. Alcina rubbed a thumb across Belas cheek. “You’re doing so well baby. Keep going just like that. Good girl.” a smaller hand was placed on her arm and grabbed at her sleeve. “Good baby, use me to ground yourself. Keep breathing now, you’re doing so good.��� Alcina kept whispering soft encouragements and praises until her daughters breathing was back to normal and she was laying limp on her chest.

Alcina moved the hair away from Belas face. “What a good girl, you did so well.” Bela squeezed her eyes shut and pushed into her Mother until her face was hidden. “I’m sorry Mother.” came a muffled apology, though her voice was much more steadier than before. “I failed you, I couldn’t stop the man-thing. He shot at the windows! He knows our weakness, Mother. What are we going to do? Where’s Daniela and Cassandra, are they ok? I should have stopped him for you I’m so sorry I—”

“Quiet.” Bela immediately seals her lips and looks away, already extracting herself from her Mother’s arms. She probably hates her. Alcina simple tugs her back and forces Bela to look in her eyes with a quick tap to the forehead. “Bela, I need you to listen to me very carefully.” Her daughters eyes go wide and she nods. “You have nothing to apologize for. This is not you’re fault and I will not allow you to think that way. Plus, the man-thing won’t bother us any longer, I took care of it.”

“But—” Alcina raises an eyebrow and Bela gives in, nodding hesitantly. “Good girl.” Bela exhales through her nose at the phrase and squeezes her Mother’s sleeve again. They sit like that for a few more moments, calming down.

Bela suddenly shoots up. “Daniela, Cassandra, are they—” “They’re fine my dear, Daniela got a little banged up, but Cassandra was already patching her up before I could even get close. We didn’t know where you were, that’s why I was so worried.” Bela relaxed and again nuzzled her nose into her Mother’s chest, took one more deep breath, then stood. “I’m going to go check on them.”

She steps through the now empty door frame and pauses. She spoke without turning around: “I won’t fail you again, Mother.” and shifts into a cloud of flies and disappears.

(am I projecting again? idk help)

can play the piano

no like you don’t understand, she is so good at piano

this girl has mastered songs by composers like Liszt, Beethoven, and Ravel

she’ll play for hours on end, if she starts a new piece she Will Not get up until she can play it through perfectly

she pretends not to notice Cassandra secretly listening to her play, hidden behind a nearby bookshelf

while her younger sisters always jump head first into a fight, Bela takes a more calculating approach. learning her enemies movements from afar before advancing and ending it in like 3 quick moves.

“Well Bela, if Mother asked you to jump off a bridge, would you?”

Bela, already climbing over the railing: “Hm?”

and there you go for Bela! my sweet child.. please learn self-care.

*ahem* I went overboard again didn’t I? WELP. I regret nothing. Give me more headcannons.

[fernweh-writes]

Hey, it’s me again :3

My birthday is soon(next week on the Friday)

So I wondered if you could write headcanons for the Slasher with an Birthday S/O.

Like what would they give her, what would they do on her birthday. You probably get what I mean.

But only if it’s alright and you got time, if not it’s also fine^^

I already say thank you :3💕💕(btw I really love your writing <3)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE, I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!! I did see the other little tidbit you sent in and yes, ofc, anything for you. Especially since it’s your birthday and you asked so nicely<3

(Going ahead and posting this a lil early… i think? I can’t remember when you sent this in sorry :/)

-Fern🌿

Slashers on their S/O’s Birthday

Warnings: NSFW content, 18+

Michael Myers

Michael has always been pretty indifferent towards birthdays. So what, you’re getting older big whoop. He doesn’t see them as important and doesn’t understand the point of celebrating them.

However, as you keep mentioning to him that your birthday is coming up, he gets the hint. Michael isn’t stupid and he knows you well enough to be able to tell what you want.

Still, Michael isn’t going to throw you a party or decorate or anything like that. Instead he makes a statement just by spending the entire day with you.

During your time spent together you find out Michael did actually buy a cake for you. Although it was also partially for his own benefit as well seeing as he has a major sweet tooth. He even got “Happy Birthday y/n” written on the top in your favorite color. When you bite into it, you realize that it’s also your favorite flavor.

After the cake, Michael brings you a small box with a horribly tied ribbon wrapped around it. Don’t look at him funny, he tried okay. So what the gift inside was most likely stolen from a victims, you got a present that you loved. Isn’t that all that really matters?

Michael isn’t much of a giver in bed, he prefers to take. He mainly focuses on achieving his own end and whatever pleasure you get during that is what you get. But tonight he’ll make a point of not only making you finish first once, but numerous times throughout the night. Today is about you after all, why not try and set a new record in bed to mark the start of a new age.

Bo Sinclair

Morning sex, congratulations, this morning you become breakfast for Bo. No need to get up early to cook for him when he can simply devour you.

Surprise! He won’t be an ass to anyone for one whole day. Just for you darlin’. If some people happen to stumble into town, Bo won’t let anyone ruin your day, and quickly has Vincent take care of them. Even Lester will help out if need be, even though Les hates participating in the “family company”.

Sneaks away in the middle of the night to decorate the house. Luckily, Vincent pitches in and helps him make everything look nice. Bo goes all out with streamers, balloons, banners, he even got you a cake!

He’s more than eager to give you your presents as well. Of course he had to buy you a lingerie set, it’s a surprise that’ll help the two of you later that night…

Bo is a simple man, he just wants everyone to know that you belong to him. So he also got you a dainty little necklace of his name. Sure it may be cute to you, but secretly he’s laying his claim to you.

Usually he’s busy with keeping up the town but just this once he spends the entire day with you. Bo spending so much quality time with you doing whatever you want really says a lot.

He may even take you to the next town over for a nice dinner. After all, no one should have to cook on their own birthday and it’ll make good use of the cute little sundress he got you and gives you the opportunity to dress up. You better wear the lingerie he got you under it though. Good luck making it to the bedroom when the two of you get back from the restaurant.

Vincent Sinclair

You’re not sure who is more excited, him or you. Vincent makes sure that you have the best time ever and makes the whole day about you. It’s the perfect chance for him to spend the whole day with you and show you how much he loves you.

When you wake up he’ll be missing. He woke up early to make you your favorite breakfast. He had hoped to bring it to you in bed but sadly you’ve always been the early riser. Luckily for you, unlike Bo, Vincent is a good cook. How do you think the three boys survived before you showed up?

Vincent has always been a more private person so while there’s not any decorations all over the house and he can’t take you out to a fancy dinner you can still expect plenty of sweet surprises. He made you a bouquet of wildflowers that he picked, got you the new books you had been telling him you wanted, managed to snag one of the vinyls for the new album your favorite artist had recently released, and even got you some new outfits that he thought would look cute on you.

Vincent would be the one to put on music and dance around the living room with you. He enjoys personal time with you and uses the day to really express to you just how much he cares for you.

At the end of the day he runs you a hot bath. While you soak in the tub he throws around the rose petals and gets the ribbons and candles ready. Before you have time to get dressed Vincent will be scooping you up, tossing you on the bed, and tying you up. Be ready for a long night!

Thomas Hewitt

There’s not really much he can do for you seeing as the town is running low on supplies. Still, he’ll do his best to still make your birthday special for you. Mainly he’s just going to kick Hoyt and Monty out for the day so that you can have one peaceful day together. Luda gets to stay seeing as she’s also happy to celebrate with you.

Thomas lets Luda Mae know he wants to surprise you with something. So while he works on the surprise she’ll make sure to keep you occupied. Luda Mae will fix your hair for you and go ahead and give you the gift that she had made you, a sundress made from floral print fabric. She’s so happy her son found someone, especially someone as beautiful as you.

Thomas will have handmade you a small necklace. Since you didn’t tell him about your birthday until shortly before the day, you left him with little time to make it. He’s lucky that your comfortable with Luda Mae and he can get her to keep you distracted,

When Tommy sees you with the dress his momma made you and your hair fixed up he almost forgets about the small piece of jewelry in his pocket.

After hearing you squeal with delight when you open his gift he’s ecstatic! He loves nothing more than making you happy. when you eagerly get him to help you put it on he thinks he’s going to spontaneously combust with his love for you.

Luda Mae will bake you a cake. You’re basically her daughter in law at this point and she’s going to make sure that you have a good day. She enjoys having another woman in the house and enjoys seeing you and Thomas happy together. You’ve given her the complete family that she’s always wanted.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is very good at being sneaky. At this point, Malcolm already knows that Brahms is a real person. So Brahms has no issue with getting Malcolm to bring him everything he needs and giving him the extra money for the week. He makes sure to cover all the bases, he got you presents, a small cake, and of course stuff to decorate the living room.

The decorations in the living room aren’t necessarily the best. Brahms hasn’t been responsible for doing anything like this in his whole life. But he still does his best to try and impress you and make you happy. Just don’t expect for his best to be very good. After all, it is the thought that counts.

Honestly Brahms not being self centered for once should be enough of a surprise. It’s your birthday so he’ll make sure to be on his best behavior just for you! No tantrums or arguing, he promises! He even makes sure to hide the schedule for the day to make sure you know that today you get to relax.

Of course, you’ll still have to cook since Brahms is only capable of making sandwiches. His peanut butter to jelly ratio may be perfect but that’s not exactly the type of meal he thinks you would want on your birthday. So he does make sure to get the ingredients for all of your favorite foods!

Your presents include expensive jewelry, pretty clothes, and of course lingerie although that’s more of a gift for Brahms than it is for you. He’ll have you model all of the dresses and clothes that he got you. The big finale is the lace bra and underwear that you won’t be wearing for much longer.

Brahms is a switch and usually ends up being the more submissive one in bed. Tonight however, he’ll co for a change of pace and be more dominant. For once, he was the one spoiling you instead of the other way around and that brings out the more mature and dominant side of him. Expect o be sore the next day though, Brahms isn’t exactly good with holding back.

Billy Loomis

Billy has a tendency to be narcissistic and obviously an ass. But he can also be great at hiding those traits. On your birthday he makes sure to do exactly that, really playing up the bad boy/boy next door front he’s capable of. Tatum did believe that he was practically perfect, and on your special day, he’ll do his best to do exactly that.

He may not have the same money as Stu, but he still manages to spoil you. You’ll have his full attention for the day and he let you decide almost everything. Billy even lets you pick out the movies that you watch together on your birthday, which is something he’s never allowed to happen before.

Seeing you be happy gives him a funny feeling that he’s not used to which can cause him to act a little awkward. You throw him off a little bit. He didn’t expect to care so much about someone until you fell into his lap. He’s a simp for you and he knows it. If he wasn’t then he wouldn’t be making reservations for that fancy restaurant you loved and buying you a new outfit just for said reservation. Yeah he’s down bad.

Makes sure that you order whatever you want, today cost doesn’t matter. But if he knows your favorite, he orders for you in an attempt to impress you. See, he remembers your favorite food, isn’t he just the best. Also gets your favorite over priced dessert even if you have to take it to go. He can’t bake and he knows that store bought cake just doesn’t compare to the fancy restaurants.

He bought you lingerie for under that cute little outfit and he expects to see it by the end of night. Expect to pinned against the front door before either of you has the chance to unlock it. Billy has been imagining you in nothing but your birthday suit all night and he simply cannot wait any longer.

There’s nothing he enjoys more than seeing you fall apart underneath him. He loves seeing you look absolutely cock drunk with your makeup smeared on your face. Your moans and begs eventually begin to melt together and you just become and incoherent mess as he makes you cum again and again. It’s still not enough for him though, he’s going to make you scream.

Stu Macher

He is very determined to make you have the best day over. Expect breakfast in bed! It may not be great but eat it anyways, Stu is not a morning person and he managed to drag his ass out of bed early just for you. So even if the scrambled eggs have the occasional crunch to them it’s best to just grin and bear it.

Is very determined to take you shopping. Expect for him to buy you anything that you touch or pick up. Like the amazing boyfriend he is he will also carry the many bags that you end up with. You’ll have a brand new wardrobe by the end of the day. Of course he made you pick out a few lingerie sets. He even pointed out the ones he liked and made you find your size.

Of course, Stu will still take you out to a fancy restaurant and do the whole traditional night out thing. After dinner though the two of you will end up on the roof of his house that he made sure to help you out on. Stu is secretly a hopeless romantic deep down and will spend time looking at the stars with you because he thinks it’s something that you would like. Will listen to you as you ramble on about planets and watch as you point out constellations if that’s something you do.

Stu is very clingy at all times so he will be hanging over you all day. That’s nothing really out of the ordinary though. But usually those touches include grabbing your boobs, smacking your ass, and rubbing your hips. On your birthday the touches turn more gentle. Expect him to gently tuck your hair behind your ear so he can see your face, gently caressing your cheek, rubbing your knuckles while he holds your hand, all soft and sweet gestures to convey he truly does care.

He’s usually very fast paced with everything including talking, movements, and of course that includes in bed. But tonight he’ll be slow and gentle, drawing everything out. Also makes sure to focus on your pleasure instead of his own for once.

Asa Emory

Asa never thought he would celebrate anyone’s birthday. He certainly never celebrated his own and doesn’t see the point in doing so. To him, birthdays are just another day and there’s no point in celebrating ageing. So he went about most of his life ignoring birthdays, until you came along.

Asa adored you and your enthusiasm for life and all the good things in the world. You were a bright person, especially when compared to him, and he loved the innocence about it. So when you began to mention your birthday coming up with excitement in your voice he knew that you had expectations for your special day.

He may not be a person who celebrates but he’ll be damned if he disappoints. You’re the one good thing life has given him and he’s not letting you get away from him. If that means getting you a small cupcake and sticking a candle in it and a present then so be it. He can manage doing a little something for you.

When he’s not in his collector persona he is much more awkward and an absolute dork in your eyes. So when he takes you out for a nice dinner you’ll notice his slightly off behavior. Asa doesn’t like crowded public spaces and you’ll be able to pick up on his fidgeting. Luckily your good at carrying the conversation for him.

Asa appreciates that you understand it’s hard for him. So when you begin to do most of the talking and don’t pressure him to contribute much to the conversation besides the occasional nod he’s able to relax.

On the way home he gets nervous once more. What if you hate the present he got for you or expected more. He had only gotten you one thing and it wasn’t much. But when you finally open it and you light up like a kid on Christmas morning he lets out a heavy sigh and finally relaxes. It was only a simple necklace but you acted like he had just handed you the stars.

Asa will be surprisingly gentle with you for one night. Of course, he’ll still tie you up and absolutely wreck you but he makes sure to leave out the cutting and biting out for once. The only bruises you have will be on your hips from his harsh grip. It’s the closest thing you’re going to get to love making from him, but you know him well enough to get the meaning behind it.

Jesse Cromeans

Anything you want and it’s yours, he can make anything happen for you. He makes sure to tie up any loose ends with his business well before your birthday so that nothing can interrupt his time spent with you. Of course he makes sure to spoil you even more than he normally does.

Would love to take you on some fancy vacation and stay in one of the finest hotels there. Go ahead, pick any place you want to travel to and he’ll make the arrangements. He makes sure that anywhere he takes you is more private and remote rather than tourist-y though. Both so that he feels more comfortable and so that you can feel special and not have to deal with crowds.

Does the whole flower petals on the bed, candles, flowers, ice bucket with champagne kind of ordeal back at the hotel. Did you really expect him not to though? He has the money to so why not and he knows that even though you claim it’s cheesy that you absolutely love it. Th blush on your face and look in your eyes give away your love of cheesy things and he pays attention to every little thing you do.

Of course you get new jewelry, designer clothes, and lingerie but you get other gifts as well. Pretty much anything you’ve mentioned to him recently he makes sure to get you. Rambling on about that new book your favorite author just released? It’s yours! Been needing new materials for any of your hobbies? You got them!

Expect rough sex. Jesse rarely does gentle and with how much smaller you are than him he can sometimes accidentally hurt you. Your just so small and fragile compared to him kitten, he can’t help it. Of course he always makes sure to take care of you afterwards with a hot bath and will gently massage the knots out of your muscles. Jesse always makes sure that you’re taken care of.