#I'll probably just make a snarky comment about it or something. it's what I'm best at

[justmywriting1313]

Soft (Osamu x reader)

Adult, business-owning boyfriend!Osamu is without a doubt the type of partner who would slowly yet firmly bring out the soft, tender-hearted childish part of you... and it would be without either of you even realising it... only when someone else pointed it out would it strike you both and even then it would hit you a lot more than it would Samu. Not because he doesn't care but because to him that is the natural order of the world. When and where else were you allowed to be soft, tender and just taken care of if not with your big beefy boyfriend...

It's a cold winter night, but you all are sitting by the riverside, a blanket spread out and a collapsible table in the back holding food and drinks. The little group consists of you, Osamu, Suna, Iwaizumi, Kageyama, and a bunch of the other MSBY boys. Everyone is either nursing a drink or munching on snacks prepared by you and your boyfriend.

Osamu is sitting in the center of the blanket between a tipsy Suna and an amused Iwaizumi. Feet flat on the ground, knees spread apart, with his body hunched over yours, which is tucked against him. You are sitting between his legs, head thrown back against his shoulder, all warm and cozy. You let Samu hold up most of your weight as you melt into his chest, your hands playing with one of his own. Outside of setting up your little picnic and grabbing the occasional drink, it's how you spend most of your night. Somewhere behind you, you can hear Sakusa's indifferent voice talking to Kageyama. In front of you, Atsumu, Kotarou, and Shoyou are bickering over the last tuna mayo onigiri.

Every few minutes, Samu pecks your temple, quietly whispering snarky comments about others or chuckling deeply in your ear. He occasionally peppers kisses along your shoulder, and each time, you smile and mumble your agreement. You watch Atsumu fail to get the last onigiri from Bokuto as the much larger man chomps onto the rice in one bite. You giggle at the blonde's dismayed expression, which immediately grabs his attention.

"Y/N, don't laugh at me… it's not fair, ya know… that onigiri was rightfully mine." "Awww, don't pout, Tsumu. Stop by the store tomorrow, okay? I'll keep an order prepared for you." "One, I'm not pouting; I'm brooding. And two… You're the best, sweetheart. Have I told ya that?"

You just giggle, watching Atsumu jump about in happiness before he comes to a standstill. He takes a seat opposite you and Samu, legs crossed together. His eyes are trained on you, and you can only look back at him and smile. He smiles back wide before he speaks in a voice much quieter than before,

"Ya know, Y/N, I have never seen ya look so… so soft… unguarded even… it's probably the cutest thing ever."

His words are not at all what you were expecting, and they leave you gobsmacked and shy. You feel your cheeks heat up at the attention, especially when the boys around you start to peer in. Iwaizumi bends over trying to peek at your face against Osamu's hunched-over body. When your surprised doe eyes meet his, he chuckles in agreement,

"You aren't wrong, Astumu… definitely cute."

Suna does the same on the other side, one hand coming and lightly pinching your cheek.

"Mhmm, it is adorable… you should keep her hidden, Samu, otherwise someone's going to steal her away." "Oh yeah? Ya one of those people, Sunarin?"

Finally, your boyfriend chimes in, you can feel his chest move as you bend back to look at him. You find his eyes already trained on you despite talking to Suna. His lidded eyes and soft smirk are an expression you would remember forever. You have never felt more loved and wanted in all your life, and you are quick to shy away from all the attention,

"You guys… go away. Smack around a ball or something."

You can feel Samu's chest rumble as he chuckles at your timidness while Atsumu jumps up to grab the ball and Shoyou. Suna pinches your cheek again, making you whine while Iwaizumi musses up your hair. Chatter seems to surround you again, but your mind is stuck on those words. They stay floating through your consciousness while the boys horse around, sometimes jolting when Osamu's body moves. The thoughts stay there while everyone packs, all of you too tired now and wanting to get home. It's all you can think about, even as Osamu grabs the heavy and lighter bags from your hand in one of his own, his other hand holding onto yours tightly. When you look up at him, he is already smiling down at you.

"Are ya okay, sweetheart? You've been quiet as a mouse, ya know."

You just hum, instead of leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth. Osamu makes it easier by leaning down, quirking a brow at the soft gesture, but he doesn't say anything more. Instead, you walk down to the car, Sakusa helping to carry a drunk Atsumu along.

Soft. Soft. Soft… You sit in the passenger seat, looking out the window, with Atsumu and Sakusa in the back bickering with one another as usual.

You had never been soft…

You had never been soft in the sense that you were just never for others to see… Your softness, you had decided early on, was yours, and you would not give others a chance to abuse it because there were too many times where it had been… So when did it all change? When did it go from something secret to something celebrated?

Looking back, though, it was never really a question… Being soft with Osamu just happened as if you didn't know how to exist in any other way with him. You just couldn't… Not when he always bends down and ties your laces for you, nor when he always opens the car door and buckles your seat belt in because 'precious cargo' always needs to be strapped in. You didn't have a choice in keeping your softness hidden when you woke up to flowers on the table at least once a week, and when you asked Samu why, he just shrugged his shoulders and said pretty things should always be surrounded by pretty things. You didn't have a choice in hiding your tender heart when Samu has always had a hold on it, pulling it out of you and then keeping it on a pedestal for everyone to see but for no one else to touch.

Turning to look at him right now, one of his hands on the wheel, quietly humming something with his other hand on your thigh, gripping both your leg and your hand, you were hit with the intensity of Samu's love. And although his eyes never leave the road, you know he knows you're looking at him. You see him smile as the car comes to a stop in front of Atsumu's house. He turns to look at you, and when his eyes meet yours, he chuckles before leaning in to peck your lips. You have to stop yourself from deepening it because he has to help Sakusa get Atsumu to bed.

And when he comes back outside alone, your eyes immediately find him even in the dark outside. You roll the window down, his arms coming to rest on the door, head leaning in until you were so close you could feel his breath on your own lips.

"Ya sure you're alright mhmmm? Sure ya got nothing to tell me"

His nose comes to lightly nudge yours,

"Nothing to tell you Samu, promise, just been thinking that's all" "How about you tell me what about? might make me feel better" "Just thinking about how happy I am being yours thats all"

Your words knock the breath right out of Samu and he lets out a sounds thats something between a chuckle and a groan before he's leaning away to open your door. Before you can question him his hands find you face, lips landing on yours. Samu kisses you like its all he can do not to stop himself every second of every day, a desperate growl of approval leaving him as he does so before he pulls away and says,

"I will never get over how soft ya make me love, never!"

[hiskillingjar]

hi!!!!! can i request some hcs for lawrence oleander and ren hana with a fem (or gn) reader that likes to dye her hair a lot and has many piercings????

i hope you have a very good day!!!! :D

for sure! i've never done hcs before but i'll have a crack at it

also i know you asked for law and ren but i'm a strade enjoyer so i'm including him too pbltttt

ren 🦊

ren obviously loves it lol

like he's pretty high aesthetic already so he lovesssss a partner who has a specific aesthetic to em, especially if it's colourful and cute!

you wanna dye your hair? great, i've already gotten the bleach and all the colours you could want!! and all the special equipment for it too!! :3

he'd be hopeless if you asked for help though lol. like bleach stains where you did not want bleach

as soon as you were finished, he'd gush all over your new colour and compare it to an anime character he liked

"does that mean you could cosplay xyz pairing with me now?" like the idiot man he is

he for sure likes the piercings too. they make you look so tough and cool (despite being so sweet on him <3)

might encourage you to get more, especially nip or genital piercings, under the impression that they'd make sex more fun lmaoooo

lawrence 🥀

law isn't someone who's super aesthetically minded so they might not totally understand the motivation to dye your hair all the time

it takes so much effort to dye your hair so why do it so often, and all by yourself? you're getting it all over the bathroom! okay, okay, fine, i'll help you...

they'd be pretty gentle and patient in helping you dye your hair. they'd like the opportunity to be closer to you <3

never mind the intrusive thoughts they might have washing all the dye off in the shower. never mind all that!

(and might take a few snippings of your hair from the bathroom floor to keep...maybe)

they like the piercings normal amounts

might fiddle with them as a stim. don't wear hoops or danglies or they will get tugged on

they'd probably understand piercings in a similar way to their tattoos. maybe they'd even think about getting a stud or two themselves, just to see how it feels

what are your thoughts on tattoos? they might like those...

strade 🔨

he's pretty neutral about the hair dye and any. like, aesthetic choice you go for.

that's something you'd do with ren on a whim and he barely notices unless he sees a stain somewhere

"oh you dyed your hair?" yeah strade, i did it like three days ago, did you just notice? what is wrong with you?

he'd make snarky comments here and there but not really say anything

PIERCINGS THOUGH??? 🥵🥵🥵

strade was a bisexual in the early two-thousands german alternative scene (in my minds eye) so he'd FOR SURE be into piercings (and any body mods honestly)

has his own piercing scars hehehehe

ear piercings? the more the merrier! facial piercings? the best!

nipple or genital piercings? the man is a feral animal

might be so inclined to help you out with a few himself! i pierced my first boyfriend's ears with a needle, i can totally pierce your clit if you stop squirming~ <3

would absolutely pull at them to tease you (might insist on hoops through everything just to give him a better chance to pull)

would for sure push it too far and rip em out too <3

[the-mirage-forest]

Short Story Time!

Wrote a short story last week about Shi and some of his backstory + the aftermath, here's a link: Google Doc

I'm not sure if I'll publish future ones also in google doc, making one long post with it is probably unviable for them, archiving them on Ao3 feels like a decent option but I don't know how tagging would work.

Anyway, because I haven't posted the bios for some of these characters in a VERY long time-some bios getting edits and the almanac unintentionally being hard to access (oops)-Bios and context below the cut! I'd highly recommend at least reading Shi and Saturn's at least.

CONTEXT CUT

SHI & DEATH WELLS

         One of the 11 Wielders of The Mirage, Shi is the Wielder of Death. Wielding death itself both metaphorically and literally. Unlike other Wielders, Shi’s scythe is sapient.

        On one hand, Shi is a clean freak,  judgemental, but intelligent and greatly caring of his family. Usually keeping Death in line and keeping the house where he and his siblings live clean, sometimes babysitting the rest if Saturn is out in public. Spending the rest of his time with Scuro, tends to flub up his english, though Scuro will always be there to correct him.

         On the other hand, his scythe is also judgemental, bossy, mocking, and just the (literal) tool embodiment of an a-hole. He can talk and communicate both regularly and telepathically to Shi, usually giving snarky comments and insults towards his siblings.

       Shi’s story begins in Mexico around the 1940’s-1960’s, living in poverty and by himself. Shi sees an odd creature, mouselike but not quite. And chases it into a Mirage portal. However, this particular portal was unstable, sending him back thousands of years into the Mirage. as much as Shi wanted to leave. There was a pull that was keeping him there, something was calling him.

          So he followed that pull to an old, crumbling crypt. There was where Shi would meet his soon-to-be best friend, Scuro. The Wielder of Shadows, was guarding the crypt. Despite the goo monster at the crypt speaking English (Which Shi didn’t understand), Shi continued on almost robotically. With Scuro threatening to use their powers to throw him back where he came from, but never actually doing so because they don't have the heart to. Quote:“Hey! Go away! I’ll kick you right out of here! I will! I’m not kidding! I will!” 

         Reaching the crypt, there’s a looming ominous scythe standing by itself upon a pile of rubble. Scuro, quite tired of seeing things die from this scythe. Tackles Shi as he grabs it. Sending off an explosion threatening to collapse the crypt and sending Scuro into a wall. This was Death itself, the Last Trial Scythe. Though accomplishing the impossible of not being turned to bones the moment he touched the scythe unlike those who came before him. It was coming up on Shi, upon being called reckless by this angry scythe. Shi becomes something of a verbal dagger and starts sassing an ancient object until the object asks him to “Take responsibility”. To which Shi, not understanding what this actually meant, said yes. So, Shi got up from this whole ordeal. Becoming the Wielder of death, accomplishing what even The Overseer thought was to be a fruitless waste of time.

SATURN WELLS

I’m not sure why it took me so long to write about the Overseer himself, but it did. This is Saturn Wells, the only Overseer of The Mirage. Very old, very anti-social full-time Overseer and parent. Doesn’t really sleep much, but it’s usually only a few hours long when he does.

          5’, birthday unknown, weighing 186 lbs. Saturn’s extremely wise and intelligent at his job. But also a very caring stay-at-home parent, we’re not sure why he cares so much about his own kids. They’re adopted, and he knows they might die and he’ll have to start all over, so why does he even try? According to him “I don’t care if I’ll have to take care of them forever throughout every life. I still want them to live happy lives, every time.”.

     His care for the Wielders and the two Starborn are still odd by an Overseer’s standards, though. Most of the time they’re left in someone else’s hands.

      It’s worth noting that he didn’t create the Xiilunes, while only he knows of their origins he simply gains a mortified look and never speaks. Although in the few cases we’ve seen him with the goo(s), he’s unable to control them, much less make them spread.

     As said before Saturn’s extremely wise and intelligent. However his knee jerk reactions definitely aren’t the best in the world, often leaving him with large problems. Such as when he took the starborn in without realizing he would have to parent them, though he doesn’t particularly regret that one. He does however, have a tendency to become anxious and reacts very poorly to stress. Even small things tend to put him on edge, while very soft and caring for his family. He hates having to interact with the public otherwise, social anxiety and all that.

     Lives in a house out in a secluded area, like a hermit and opposed to going out in public. The house has a special spell on it, whoever walks near it in a three-mile radius is unable to leave without his permission. Instead just walking right back to it.

Has pretty bad stress-eating habits and feather-picking habits, and a fear of abandonment, which has gotten bigger in the last few years. Compared to most Overseers, his poor health has led to his magic being a bit weaker than it should be…

SCURO WELLS

WATAWNA WELLS

The “younger” of the two Mirage starborn, Watawna Wells is technically the 2nd-to-eldest sister to the Wielders despite not being one herself. Despite this, they still treat her more like an aunt figure. As she seems to have picked up on her father’s (Metaphorical) softer side.

7’2”, born a few milliseconds after her sister (Something that’s frequently fought about), Watawna spends her days as a pediatrician (focused on the magic side of things). She seems to have her interests drift from place to place and then loop right back around, unbeknownst to anyone. She was a poisoner for a short time, but quit because unlike her sister, she has a better moral code.

Watawna’s something of a kooky aunt figure, the type of person who collects shiny rocks, the type of person who’d get distracted by all the lost stuff they found while cleaning their room. Yes, she’s those types of people with a side of care and bubbliness. Probably intelligent, but really doesn’t act like it. Personally I think she’s a bit oblivious sometimes…but I’ve heard that if she does get mad she crawls along the walls/roof chasing people like a demon in an 80s earth horror movie. Sadly, I can’t say if this is true because it’s literally impossible to annoy her at all that it's annoying in itself

Being a starborn, she’s extremely powerful in her abilities. Most of her abilities makeup what we all know as Hollowlantern Magic. Just like regular Hollowlanterns, she also needs leaves to power said magic. 

The relationship between her and Tempest certainly isn’t tense, they may not act like it but they stick together through and through no matter what. It’s impossible to see one without the other nearby, although fights have certainly happened. Some leaving lots of damage and in some cases, casualties. Both are also of equal strength, although neither really show it. In fact at first glance it may seem more like Watawna is the weaker of the two siblings, but no matter how you cut it. They’re the same in their abilities.

Lives in a house with Tempest that’s nearby Saturn’s house, roughly 4 miles away.

TEMPEST WELLS

This is Tempest Wells, one of the Mirage Starborn.  Being 0.00000561 milliseconds older (And more responsible in general, but how petty do you have to be to figure that specific number out?)than her sister, she’s considered the older of the two. Standing at 14’1, Tempest’s just an inch above the average Hollowlantern height.

Born sometime around October 22-24th alongside her sister Watawna. She’s one of the few starborn to still exist in this universe, starborn are beings born from magical forces getting caught in a supernova. Resulting in one or more beings of various forms to be born, however, they’re often highly deformed and weak at birth. Tempest and Watawna were extremely lucky, only being born without faces. Something easily fixed from Saturn’s knee jerk reaction of carving their faces, which (somehow?) didn’t kill them. Out of the two, Tempest is considered to be the unfriendly one. Unlike Watawna, Tempest really doesn’t care about others, not that she can’t. She just doesn’t like to. While definitely brash, gruff, and a bit quiet. She has shown to be much calmer and sometimes has a heart. A much better listener than speaker for someone who needs to vent, as opposed to Watawna, who’s version of comfort is…all over the place.

While not extremely aggressive of everyone around her, she most certainly doesn’t like them, letting her pessimism and lack of tone control. Well, control how she speaks. As you can tell, Tempest has a very pessimistic outlook on life. With Watawna there to “remind” her. 

       Moving on from her personality, no one really knows what’s underneath Tempest’s hood. It’s so old, and well kept, still holds together pretty well from what I’ve seen. Supposedly she got it as a birthday gift and hasn’t been seen without it since, hell even Watawna’s curious. We’ll probably never find out, because even if it goes down to her ankles it’d still be impossible to sneak up on her much less yank it off. 

(I’m not sure if I’ll be in trouble for saying this, but while Tempest is a surgeon at O’Ghost General Hospital, I’ve found some evidence she may be a hitwoman on the side…so if you never hear from me again randomly, that might be why…)

[dweetwise]

The Long Con (part 1/6)

Happy Oktoberfest! 🍻 With the festival starting today in München, I figured it would be the perfect time to start posting this fic 🥰 Please also check out @ell-clavel's amazing riconti art that inspired me to write this AU in the first place 🧡 Rated G | 1.5k words | ao3 link [next]

"Man, look at all these people!"

Meg's grin was bright as she jogged past Ace and looked around in awe, her bow-adorned braids bouncing in time with her steps.

Ace hadn't expected quite this much of a crowd, either. It was only a Monday afternoon but the festival area was quickly filling up with groups flocking to the large beer tents or shopping at the stalls lining the central street.

He knew Oktoberfest was popular, but not this popular.

"I wonder if they're here to see Denson too." Ace smirked. "You might have some competition for the spot as her number one fan."

Meg's face scrunched up. "Shut up. You're the one who insisted on flying all the way out here, not me. Oh, look, there's a chocolate fruit stand!"

Ace smiled and bit back a snarky comment as Meg excitedly took in what the festival had to offer. The girl was an avid fan of country artist Kate Denson's work—Ace had a sneaking suspicion it was something she'd listened to with her late mother—and after an off-hand comment that Denson would be performing in Münich at this year's Oktoberfest?

Well, Ace simply hadn't been able to resist.

Just like he couldn't resist obnoxiously cooing, "Want me to buy you some choccy bananas?" when Meg kept eyeing the food stall.

Meg bristled. "I'm not fucking five years old."

"Really? Could have fooled me, with those pigtails."

"I'm just blending in," Meg said. 

She did a twirl to show off the rest of her outfit: a frilly top and floral bodice combined with full-length lambskin pants. She looked like she'd jumped straight out of one of those quaint paintings of a girl yodeling in the Alps.

"Which is more than I can say for some people," Meg snarked.

Unlike Meg’s outfit, Ace’s get-up had been thrown together on a budget. The fancy red waistcoat he’d…acquired from a casino’s staff room and it clashed horribly with the cheap fake bundhosen bought from a tourist shop. Hopefully, the random scarf and traditional Argentinian belt he’d tacked on would make it seem more like a fashion statement instead of an insult to Bavarian culture.

"So I took some creative liberties," Ace said.

"Yeah, that’s probably for the best." Meg smiled smugly. "You're about sixty years too old to pull off leather pants, anyway."

Ace gasped. "Attacked by my own protégé! The audacity!"

"Wonder where I learned that from," Meg said dryly. She looked around again. "I'm gonna go scope out the other tents before the concert."

"And here I thought you wanted me to hold your hand at baby's first festival."

Meg rolled her eyes and pointed at a large tent with something resembling a clock tower next to it. "That one looks the busiest. You go check it out and I'll come find you once I'm done."

Ah, ever efficient. Ace had taught her well.

"Remember to have some fun, too," Ace said. "All work and no play makes Meg a very dull girl!"

"And you remember what we're actually here for." Meg's piercing blue gaze bore into Ace's. "If I find you in a beer chugging contest again, so help me—"

"That was one time and the frat boys dared me!"

"Ace."

Ace smiled and shook his head. "Of course. Who do you take me for?"

Meg raised an eyebrow. "I bet I can score more than you."

"Oh, really?" Ace countered. "Maybe whoever loses should pay for lunch the rest of the week, if you're so confident."

"Deal." Meg turned around, waving over her shoulder as she walked away. "Smell you later, old fart!"

"Have fun, Firecracker."

Meg disappeared into the crowd and Ace allowed himself a moment to appreciate how far they'd come. It seemed like just yesterday that he'd taken the girl in.

A few years ago when he'd been stateside, Ace had managed to cash out big after a blackjack win streak. When he'd left the casino, he only made it two blocks down the street before someone bumped into him and Ace was very aware of the weight of his wallet disappearing from his pocket while he struggled to right himself.

The thief had run off in a blur of red hair and sneakers pounding on pavement. After feebly trying to chase after them, Ace had stayed in the area and waited, and only a few hours later the pickpocket—a teenage girl—returned to the scene of the crime. She was clearly tailing a woman in a fur jacket and designer purse, but even across the street Ace could see that both the fur and bag were obvious fakes.

Amateur mistakes, really.

This time, Ace had familiarized himself with the surroundings beforehand and even as the girl spotted him and took off in a sprint, he eventually managed to corner her in an alleyway.

And after some angry screaming from the girl and a kick to Ace's shin, they'd ended up in a 24/7 shoddy diner with Ace buying her a meal in exchange for her story.

Meg had been homeless for months after her mother passed away from cancer. At only seventeen and with no close relatives, she'd been forced out on the streets and struggling to survive; it was only her sharp reflexes and years as a track star that kept her afloat by doing petty crimes.

And maybe it was the situation that was eerily similar to Ace's own childhood, or the fire he could see in her eyes, but Ace had only smiled before critiquing her pickpocketing technique and asking if she'd ever thought about being a con artist.

That was how Ace ended up taking Meg under his wing and teaching her everything he knew. With his experience and her quick feet, they made a surprisingly good team and had traveled across the States stealing and scamming much more efficiently than Ace usually managed on his own.

Having another person in on his schemes made a big difference. Meg could do anything from pretending to join Ace's poker table as a stranger to emptying someone's purse while Ace was doing magic tricks as a street performer. Meg had only been caught once by the police, and she'd been so convincing at sniffling pathetically and claiming she was only fifteen that the officer had taken pity and simply called her father—a.k.a. Ace's burner phone—instead of taking her down to the station.

But easy money or not, Ace hadn't expected their arrangement to last long. A few months later when Meg turned eighteen, she'd already earned enough to start her life anew—yet when Ace asked where she was planning to settle down, he only received a look of pure betrayal. And then there was screaming and crying and Meg accusing him of abandoning her, just like her dad and everyone else.

Ace had never wanted children, but as he dared to hug Meg for the first time and she merely clutched at his shirt and sobbed in his arms, he decided he'd do his best to be there for her the way nobody had been for him.

That was four years ago and Meg was still here, so he must have been doing something right.

Ace knew that their friendship was unorthodox. A middle-aged man and grumpy young woman who were visibly not related often garnered suspicious looks, especially whenever they went out to eat in a proper restaurant or money was tight enough that they had to share a twin instead of booking separate motel rooms.

Which was ironic, because it was Ace who hated sharing a room with Meg. She took ages in the shower, always sat on Ace's bed to eat and got crumbs all over the sheets, and stayed up way too late watching crappy late-night TV when Ace was trying to get his beauty sleep. It was like she knew exactly how to annoy him and did it with a smile every chance she could.

He tried not to show how proud he was of her mischievous streak.

Ace chuckled to himself. He couldn't have asked for a better partner-in-crime and he was glad they'd had enough extra cash to make the trip to Germany. Even if she tried to play it cool, Meg was clearly excited about seeing both the country and her favorite musician.

The fact that this happened to be one of Europe's biggest festivals, with countless drunk, rich patrons for easy pickings and dense crowds to quickly disappear into was simply a bonus.

Ace took a steadying breath and straightened his shirt—patterned with tiny card suits that hopefully nobody would notice weren’t traditional Oktoberfest checkers—and slipped on a familiar confident persona. As long as he pretended that he belonged here, everyone else would believe it too.

With a carefree smile and a spring in his step, Ace made his way to the beer tent to people-watch for a worthwhile target.

[thehellsakook]

@ofblemishwithin

{Stupid. This whole Kook and whatever the hell the other group was called... It was all prejudice and stupidity, if you ask me. Not that anyone would, but regardless, I found it dumb. This is the sort of thing that's wrong with the world. I thought with a slight shake of my head as JJ confirmed that it was about the money, but I actually felt an even mixture of pissed off and offended when he said he just didn't like me. What an ass. I thought with a roll of my eyes as he began gathering up his stuff; preparing to bolt out of this class as soon as the teacher gave the okay} First of all, you don't know me, so saying you don't like me is total bullshit. You might find I'm not so bad, if you actually gave me a damn chance. {I said quietly. No, I wasn't a teacher's pet or a brown-noser, but at the same point, I didn't want to end up in detention on my first day at this new school, so I figured it was best to keep the conversation around a whisper to avoid a scolding or worse from the teacher} Secondly, your "I don't have a future" speech is also bullshit. That whole thing is your choice and not based on other people's opinions of you. {I said through a shrug before adding} You get out of life what you put into it, and even though you're kinda an ass, and you're giving me every reason not to like you, I still see redeeming qualities in you. I know you'll probably just respond with another snarky, ignorant, or offensive comment, but for what it's worth, I believe in you. {I wasn't just spewing out crap now. I might not know this guy, but from what I was gathering, based on his rude behavior, he's been dealt a shitty hand all his life, and with that, probably had assholes telling him he'd amount to nothing, so he just stopped trying. I know he already didn't like or trust me, but at the very least I planned to remind him that he could make something of himself, if he'd just try} Anyway, yeah, I'll be there. 4 o'clock. {I confirmed. No idea what or where that place was, but I'd just ask Sarah. If anyone could point me in the right direction, I'm sure it was her. I silently considered as I followed suit and began packing up my stuff; preparing to leave class, so I could head to my next one}

Paths intertwined

@thehellsakook 

Outer Banks; it was made up of two sides. The rich freaks that lived on figure 8 and the pogues which were known as the people that had to scrape by. JJ was neither; well he was a pogue; it was his known family. But he wasn’t the guy that had people looking out for him. He had a dad but he was far from the father figure you’d picture in your mind. He was the guy that scraped by, with working on boats; that helped the rich across the town in order to make the ends meet, but he was also the dirty guy that tended to feed off any person that was willing to toss him money. 

JJ witnessed it first hand; the poker nights growing up. The smell of beer that stayed within these walls. The lack of food provided. JJ knew he had to count on himself. It’s why John B, Pope, and kie and I all stuck together. We helped each other when we felt in a bind. Kie was able to help more considering she lived in the big house; she was a kook yet she liked slumming it with us. She didn’t care what her parents said, all the warnings based on the rumors. It was always kooks vs the pogues what could I say? JJ though he had to fend for himself; he was the one who walked around at night; waiting for the wreck to close up; and Kie would help hand out any extra food the restaurant had. He didn’t like asking for help nor would you hear him say the words. But the pogues knew; his dad he was unreliable, the only person he could count on was himself. 

It was another start to a another school year. One JJ was dreading, he knew in order to make it life you had to learn. YOu had to sit through each boring class. He was his own kind of smart. He could pick up on cues, he could pick up on the simple concepts; but when it came to applying himself he froze. He rather let Pope do the work; and he’d feed the notes of each subject to him. Pope was the brains of the pogues; he was the school scholar that wanted to go to an ivy league school, and I had no doubt in my mind he’d make it. But me; I was barely getting by. John B had the smarts like myself; his quick thinking. But would we amount to anything? Heck no. All that in mind; JJ had pushed the simple supplies of a notebook, a few pencils into his backpack. Using his hand he zipped it; as he heard the calling from the windows. 

“ JJ Man let’s go.” John b neither of his friends dared to stay inside especially when his dad’s truck was parked outside. He had pulled the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Taking his gray baseball cap he brought it to rest over his sandy blonde hair. A pair of shorts he wore; an an old white T-shirt, simple was all the teen did. He closed the door to his room and made his way through the small home. He paused when he saw his dad head facing down against the arm rest of the couch. Same old day; he was passed out probably from his work last night; or the money he managed to trick out of his so called buddies. I had to roll my eyes as I took the keys for the boat; for after school. Tucking the key into my shorts pocket. I had stepped through the swinging doors spotting Kie and Pope. Eyes moved to try to find our missing friend; the one I had heard inside. Ducking my head down; I had felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck from behind. “ Took you long enough.” John B, I had used my hands to push behind me; in order to push the male down. 

This was us; joking around; laughing on the walk to the dreadful day at school. I never cared what anyone thought; the pogues were my life. The only ones I truly cared about. The walk was a bit longer compared to figure 8, as we stepped onto the pavements we caught sight of the sport cars, of the fancy cars; you’d dream of riding in. I had to roll my eyes; just another day. Topper and Sarah and their crew were hanging out by the small wall before the stairs. We had shrugged our shoulders as we passed. Stepping one at a time on the stairs until we walked right into the building. 

Pope and Kie had walked the other way as John B and I did our hand shake an agreement to meet at next class; math my worse. I had science first; the male ducked his textbook under his arm as he walked the distance to the class. Cap blinding his eyes from making eye contact with anyone. He had found a spot in the third row; the desk in front of him as he placed his book down. His legs in front of him. Hand had moved to rest on the edge of the desk when he spotted the brunette from the sports car; a kook. Figures. To his surprise she was directed to sit next to him; oh great, cue the roll of his eyes. JJ had barely acknowledged her. “ Ah okay.” As if I was giving out my name to strangers; attention drawn to the teacher as if I intended on paying attention.

[blondedmuse]

HEAVEN OR LAS VEGAS

steve harrington x fem!reader

a late night smoke sesh with steve.

warnings: drunk reader, smoking/drug use, shotgunning, fingering, oral (f recieving)

author’s note: I'm a slut for steve, thank you

word count: 2k

"Hey, feet off the dash," He grumbled as he put the car into reverse, backing out of the parking space.

"Hey, feet off the dash," He grumbled as he put the car into reverse, backing out of the parking space.

"Hey, feet off the dash," He grumbled as he put the car into reverse, backing out of the parking space.

You tilt your head towards Steve. "My feet are killing me, Harrington."

"Okay fine, just..take your boots off, I'll carry them inside."

You smiled and he only rolled his eyes. Yes, admittedly you were a pain in his ass when you were drunk, but he would do just about anything for you whether he would admit it or not; and if that meant driving you home in the middle of the night because you stayed just a little too long at a party, then so be it.

You were beyond grateful to have a best friend like him. But you didn't know how long you could stand the thought of only being his best friend.

You bare feet were on the dash now, your head looking out the window, preoccupied with these million other thoughts—and Steve was quick to notice.

"Hey, sweetheart, you okay?" He asked, trying to keep his focus on the road.

You jerked your head towards him. "Yeah, just..."

"Drunk?" He laughed.

"Who would've guessed?" You grinned.

"Well you're lucky the ride's short, because we're here." His car pulled into the empty driveway of your house, satisfied with the lack of cars in front of your home.

"Parent's out tonight?" He questioned, furrowing his brows.

You shook your head. "The weekend. My dad has business in New York and my mom went with. They're not gonna be back til Monday."

He nodded. "Alright, well let's get you inside, yeah?"

"Yeah," You sighed and Steve grabbed your boots while you grabbed your bag and walked to the front door.

Once inside, you immediately aimed for the kitchen, your body dying for a glass of water.

"How do you feel?" Steve asked making his way towards you, watching intently as you chugged a glass of water.

Part of you wanted to spit some snarky comment like you always did, something along the lines of Stop worrying about me, it's not a good look on you, because it wasn't. You wanted him to stop caring about you so much, to stop feeding into the idea that you could be more than friends. But instead, you gave a truthful answer.

"Better. Like I could smoke some weed- we..could smoke some weed" You quirked a brow at him, a complacent smirk forming at your lips and was soon infecting his.

"Whatever you want." He returned your smile and you went to your room to grab your stash.

You came back with a brown bag in hand, holding it up in all its glory. Back in the kitchen, you propped yourself up onto the kitchen counter, your legs dangling off the side which Steve stood between.

You pulled a blunt from the bag and placed it between your lips as you pulled your lighter from your pocket, but Steve was quick to snatch it from your fingers.

"What was that for?" Your scoff muffled by the joint hanging from our mouth.

"Pretty girls don't light their own blunts."

"You think I'm pretty?"

"Who wouldn't," He said, igniting the joint between your lips and you inhaled.

You were slightly annoyed at how casual he flirted with you, at how he probably didn't even realize he was flirting with you, because you wanted to be anything but casual; and you hadn't a clue what he wanted. One minute he'd be all over you and then nonchalantly friend-zoning you the next.

It was tiring—you were tired. Your eyelids were harboring heavyweights that became harder to keep open the longer he looked through you while the faint sound of your thoughts bled into your ears, meddling with your head like a slow, sensual kiss.

"Whatever, Steve 'the hair' Harrington," You mocked with air quotes and all, brushing off his compliment and breathing out the clouded fumes.

He scoffed as you passed the blunt to him and took a drag. "You're funny when you're drunk."

"I know. Someone's gotta be the funny one, and it's definitely not you." You declared as your finger landed on his chest.

"Hey! I'm funny-"

"Sure you are. Are you gonna go on about how the ladies love your humor?" You rolled your eyes jokingly.

He shook his head, laughing. "They do y'know."

"Whatever. Y'know in Vegas casinos it smells like weed all the time? it's gotta be like heaven in there, you could practically get high off the air," You said, before sucking delicately on the smoke once more. If the alcohol hadn't loosened you up by now, the weed definitely did. At this point you were just talking just to talk and Steve enjoyed every second.

"That's what you think heaven is?"

You exhaled the gray stench in his face and his expression crinkled in disgust. "Of course I do."

"Of course you do," He chuckled. "Clearly you haven't been to heaven then."

You furrowed your brows while feeding the blunt between his lips. "And you have?"

"No, but I can get you there," He breathed, reciprocating your puff of smoke in his face. "If you'll let me." You stared at him for a few seconds before fully understanding the gravity of his suggestion.

Your brow shot up. "Cocky much?"

"Maybe...but I just want to make you feel good." Your gaze flickered between his eyes and lips, and only now were you realizing what a pretty shade of pink they really were.

You wrapped your lips around the blunt, inhaling what you could before grabbing Steve's face, putting your lips on his. You exhaled the smoke from your mouth into Steve's, which he gladly accepted.

"I didn't get an answer, baby." He pulled away and you could see your smoke evading his lips.

Baby. You didn't know if you had become so intoxicated and reached the point of delirium or if this was really, truly happening. Part of you didn't want to know, because what was worse? Being used or fleeting sincerity?

"Eyes on me babe, c'mon."

You focused on him again and decided fuck it. "Yes, take me to heaven, Harrington."

This time Steve's hands were on your face, thumbs running over your cheekbones and wasting no time in dragging you back in for another kiss. A soft moan spilled from your mouth into his and he knows he's got you where he wants you, running a hand up your thigh before quickly finding the button of your pants.

You lean back on the counter, elbows supporting you as he takes them off and drops to his knees. You're half focused on him and half focused on whether or not this is still happening, but all doubting thoughts dissipate when you feel Steve's tongue drag over your clothed cunt.

Your whole body felt aflame and he's barely touched you.

When he finally takes your underwear off he can see how wet you truly are. Your heat was hot against his face, your scent alone was intoxicating, maybe enough to get him high on its own. Even more intoxicating was your taste, it'd only been seconds and he felt like he could spend hours between your legs.

His tongue swirled around your clit while you lean back on the counter, your elbows no longer supporting you.

Your fingers clawed at his scalp, messing up his hair, which is quite a pet peeve of his but he would let you do it a million times over if it meant he could have you like this. They dig deeper when his teeth brush up against your clit just enough to have your back arching off the counter, hips bucking up as a moan escapes your lips.

"Oh god, Steve."

If you thought you knew what heaven was, you were wrong. His breath set your cunt ablaze while his lips closed around your clit. His tongue flicked around the sensitive bud, his hands running up and down your thighs and gingerly holding your body down before your hips can buck up to meet his mouth once more.

"Try and stay still for me," Steve mumbled into your heat, his voice sending vibrations rolling through your body causing a chill to run up your spine, your head hitting the kitchen counter. The joint in your hand was forgotten long ago, deserted from the moment your tongues intertwined with each-other. You only remembered it then, feeling it between your fingertips, and in that moment you went to put it out. Only when you did, you felt Steve slip a finger into you and your hand slammed onto the counter at the motion.

"Fuck," You breathed, your legs tightening and forcing his head further into your cunt and he couldn't help but groan.

"Need another," You said and swallowing thickly, as his mouth sucked relentlessly while he curled his finger.

"Another what, baby?"

"Another-" You were interrupted by a moan erupting from the back of your throat. "Another finger, please."

Steve did exactly what you asked of him and you shamelessly pushed your hips up against him. The tension in your lower stomach was steadily building, and quicker than you'd like to admit.

His mouth was so effortlessly driving you insane, he was driving you insane. The way his warm hand felt around your thigh while he fucked is tongue into you with so much fervor had you reeling.

It was mindless, the way he knew exactly where to touch, where to brush his fingers to have you squirming, writhing under him. The feeling was so intense, you wouldn’t be surprised if you just blacked out then and there on the kitchen counter. His name rolled of your tongue like a desperate prayer while your hips rolled against his fingers, lips around your clit.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna-" The pleasure was so much you couldn't even finish your sentence.

"Cum?" He asked and you only sobbed in response. "Let go for me, sweetheart, m'right here."

His arms released your thighs, entangling with your hands and whatever he'd said about staying still was definitely forgotten by now as your hips bucked up to meet his mouth, finally pushed over the edge. The orgasm that washed over you made your vision go white and you were sure you were in heaven. It was harsh and near brutal, but you swear he made you see stars.

Steve's tongue continued to languidly thrust in and out of your cunt, helping you ride out a new high. After a moment, you reached down to scratch his head attempting to pull him away from your heat and he obliged. When you finally came down from your orgasm, his lips were in view, soaked with you and a smile tugging at its ends. The sensation of his mouth and fingers were now gone, and you couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment.

Steve's no longer between your thighs, but pulling you toward him on the counter, a firm grasp on your ankles. Once you're sitting up and he's standing between your thighs again, he doesn't hesitate in kissing you, but this time it's chaste and you can feel it; he kissed you just to kiss you, and when you pulled away you were met with hopeful eyes and a shit-eating grin.

"So, what's better? Heaven or Las Vegas?"

"I think you know the answer," You giggled.

You were both still so clearly high and you were still drunk, now fucked out too. So, you both silently agreed that whatever was between you two would be a conversation for the morning. But a part of you knew that you'd find yourself in heaven again soon.

[vgucciking]

New School and New Drama

3 Chapter “The Local Dead Kids”

Jolting awake to the sound of my alarm, I groaned. Slamming my hand down on object put a stop to its agonising screeches.

8am it read. Yawning and stretching I pulled the covers off of me and stood. Something doesn't feel right? Is it the fact I have school? Wait...twisting my head towards my clock, my eyes went wide. "8am!?" I screamed rushing around my room, trying to find whatever clothes to throw on.

Finding some flare pants, I put them on. Now I just need a shirt. Coming across a white and green striped t-shirt, I picked it up and rushed out of the room. Skimming down the stairs I made it into the kitchen, grabbing an apple.

I put the t-shirt on and took a bite of my apple. I grabbed my school bag, swinging it over my right shoulder before walking out the door towards hell. Sorry I meant school...

Knowing JJ he'd still be asleep and his parents don't care as much as mine, so it's safe to say he'll be the kid that comes like once or twice a week. So I didn't bother going to his.

After 10 minutes of walking I seen the school come into view. It looked very empty, probably because it's still teaching time. That reminds me, I might as well cruise around until lunch.

I'm not about to walk into empty hallways, and make loud ass noise. Then walk into class midway, and be scolded by the teacher. Yeah waiting does seem like a good idea. And plus, people will think I'm just a normal kid that's been going here for a while.

Deciding to just chill around school, I waited underneath a tree, and started reading a book I had in my bag. After reading 3 chapters I finally heard the bell ring, signalling for lunch.

Putting my book away I stood up and walked towards the entrance. "Here we go" I murmur, my hand clenched the strap of my bag. Pushing the doors open, my theory from before fell right out of my ass. Students turned their heads and started whispering.

Some walked past and smiled at me, other just stood at their lockers, staring at me. I'm seriously gonna murder JJ. Maybe I should've just woken him up, and forced him to come.

Mustering the best blank, and bored face I could. I continued walking down the hallways "Who's that?" Someone whispered.

"She looks really pretty" A boy complemented "For a whore" a girl added. Ignoring her snarky comment I continued to walk further into this daunting place.

Three boys were leaning against a wall, staring at me. The middle boy winked my way, and started walking towards me. Oh hell no. Not today, fastening my pace, I acted as if I didn't hear him call out to me.

Where's the goddamn office!?

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Standing right in front of this office lady, who literally ignored my presence. I slammed my hand down on the counter, watching as she jumped a little "Excuse me, but I'd like to get my locker combination, and my schedule. If that's not too hard for you, although that is why you're here" A sweet sickly smile crawled upon my lips.

She, who was taken aback by my sudden outburst, quickly grabbed everything I needed "here you go" "thanks" turning around I walked back into the hallways. Fuck this. I'm waiting until after school to find my locker.

Looking at my timetable I groaned. GYM CLASS!? Believe me, I love sports. I just have to be in the mood to do it. Looking around the hallways, my eyes met with those same brown ones I saw yesterday. What was his name again? Flint? Philip? Wait..Finn? No.FINNEY!  Yes that's his name.

Walking over to him, he seemed to get a bit tense and looked behind him to see if I was actually heading towards him, and not someone else. It seemed the more I approached the more nervous he got.

"Hey! You're Finney right?" He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out, instead he looked like a fish gasping for air. Giggling I spoke "I'll take that as a yes?" He shook his head and awkwardly smiled.

"Y-yeah" he quietly spoke. "Well Finney...I was hoping you'd be able to help me find Gym class?" Looking around desperately, he turned to me and said "sure" We started our adventure in silence. Wow, this couldn't of have been more awkward and agonising.

Students seemed to gossip when they saw us together, what was their deal? Is it not common for a girl and boy to walk together or be friends here? Wait screw that, there was plenty of girls and boys together.

"Uh, I forgot to introduce myself" scratching the back of my head, I laughed a bit "my names-" I was cut off by him "Y/n" My mouth hung wide open. How'd he know? "Don't worry I didn't stalk. I seen you talking to a boy at the games. Overheard him saying your name" Ohhh, well that explains why he knew.

Closing my mouth he stopped walking. Confused I looked at him "This is Gym class," I seen two big doors in front of me, with some windows. I peeked through them and seen kids playing with some balls. Well it is break. "Since it's second period, you'll have Vance Hopper in your class" snapping my head I raised an eyebrow "why do I need that information?" "Well he's a nut head. But he's also a friend of mine."

He walked closer to me and peeked through the glass "he's not here right now, but you'll know who he is" nodding my head I opened the door.

"Thanks Finney!" I said with a slick smile, he gently smiled back and held his hand up "It's fine, and just call me Finn" doing the thumbs up, I walked right into Gym class.

Great. Am I supposed to make friends with that Vance kid? Who knows. Walking towards the rows of seats on the side, I sat down and placed my bag beside me.

"Did you know we have one of those dead kids in our class?" A girl whispered. She was next to me but a few seats away. "Holy shit! You're kidding right?" The other said. The first one had platinum blonde hair, while the other had dirty blonde hair.

"No! It's their first day back at school too!" Who we're they talking about? "What if he haunts us Stacy!?" Oh so that's the platinum blonde hairs name? Her face went white "Don't scare me like that Phoebe!" Stacy whispered shouted, slapping her friends arm.

Just then a that same girl from yesterday walked in, scanning the seating area, as if looking for someone. The two girls look at her and start shouting "Donna!" "DONNA! Over hereee!" Jesus Christ, my ears are gonna start bleeding.

Donna jogged over, and side eyed me. She quickly smiled and turned her attention back to the two girls "Hey guys!" Sitting down they started gossiping again.

"Didn't Finney save them?" Phoebe questioned, Stacy leaned into the little circle they had formed and nodded "yeah, my dads a cop and he said that Finney had snapped the grabbers neck" Donna and Phoebe both grimaced. Donna rubbed her neck as if she could feel the pain of having her neck snapped.

"Let's stop talking about it. It's making me uncomfortable" Donna said, now looking at the waxed wooden floor, a frown present. Both girls quickly switched the subject.

Hmm interesting. So not only am I new, I also don't know anything that's happened here. Especially with Finney, maybe I can ask him.

Just then the bell went off. The kids started throwing the balls into this bag, and exited through the big doors. Some coming over to the benches, because they have this class.

As people started piling into the room, I noticed an orange headed boy from this morning. He was the kid who winked at me. As if he could sense me staring at him, he connected his eyes with mine, a grin now present.

He strutted over towards me, and sat down next to me. "Hey babes" he said in a, well what seemed a deep voice that was forced. With that he swung an arm over my shoulder. Cringing I turned to him and pushed him off of me "Excuse me, I don't know about everyone else. But I really don't feel like having some orange looking boy, all up in my personal space" his grin was immediately replaced with a scowl.

"You better watch your-" he went flying backwards, and smacked into the chairs behind him. Now everyone was staring. What the heck just happened? Looking around my eyes fell on a ball, rolling towards a pair of shoes.

Shoes that were connected to a person. A shoulder length, curly, dirty blonde haired guy. Blue piercing eyes, that stared daggers at the orange boy.

"Hey Asshole! You're in my spot" He boomed. It was very silent, except for that orange boy, who now had a bleeding nose. His breathing was uneasy, and he kept whipping the blood away, only for it to be replaced with more blood.

The blonde guy tilted his head, narrowing his eyes "Did you fucking hear me? Or are you deaf?" Walking up to us, he now stood in front of the guy, which was next to me.

The orange guy looked up and smirked "Vance, how pleasant to see you again" his eyebrow twitched "Well yeah, I just came back from hell" What? Orange boy let out a scuffled laugh as he punched his nose and stood up.

He was slightly shorter than the kid Vance, but still sized him up. "You're still considered dead. Just like all the other boys." Vance then grabbed boys hair, bending him over and quickly kneeing him in the face. Dropping to the floor again, Vance kicked him in the stomach five times, grunting the words "Todays. The. Day. Mother. Fucker!" Out.

He took a step back, breathing heavily. Pulling the finger at the kid, he took a seat next to me. His apparent spot. Some of the orange kids friends, took him to the infirmary. Leaving random puddles of blood splattered across the floor.

Too shocked to say anything, I just kept my eyesight in front of me. Not wanting to end up like that kid. But I'm glad that kid isn't flirting with me no more. The student around us were whispering. Or minding their own business like I was.

"Vance" he suddenly spoke. Staying quiet, I side eyed him "Yes I'm talking to you, idiot" he snapped his head in my direction. I quickly rushed my gaze in front of me. "I'm Vance Hopper. You must be Y/n. The new girl that Finn was talking about" you blushed. Finn was talking about me?

"Uh-yeah-I'm y/n." He chuckled, a mischievous grin now displaying on his features "Don't worry. You're not gonna end up like asshole number 1" I silently nodded. They have nicknames now?

And this must be one of the local dead kids. Gyms definitely gonna be interesting.

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Say you won't give up - Part 3

Characters: Keisuke Baji, reader

Note: the story takes places during the time when Toman was just founded, so the boys and Y/N are ~13 years old

Genre: Angst!

Part 1 - previous - Part 3 - next

Masterlist

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He was already back from the operation, laying in bed in his room and enjoying some ice cream - the best part after his tonsil removal. His general anesthetic was completely gone in the meantime, when you suddenly knocked on his door and stepped in with a smile. You came prepared with letters and a pencil, because you knew that he has to take care of his voice for the next few days and that he probably isn't able to speak without paining coughs.

His mood lightened up, when he saw you, trying to greet you, but there was no sound coming out of his mouth that made you giggle.

“Spare your voice”, showing him the letters and the pencil, “if you want to say something, you can write it down, okay?”

You pulled up the chair for the visitors and sat down right next to his bed.

“So, how do you feel?”

He gave you a thumbs up in response.

“Um…”, you took your phone out of your pocket, “ the guy you messaged earlier texted me back and we had a small conversation unintentionally. I hope you don´t mind, but you should have put your name under your message. He didn't know that it was you and I had to explain the whole situation to him.”

He grabbed the pencil and wrote his answer on the letter. You needed a moment to decipher the words in Kanji, because of his scrawled handwriting and his spelling mistakes.

>What were you talking about?<

“It wasn't that much, just a short chat. He introduced himself as Mikey, so I introduced myself too of course. I know that we´re all the same age now and that he's also a member of this Toman group. Oh, and he invited me to your next meeting”, you looked confused at your phone, re-reading the conversation you had with Mikey, “but I don't know what that means. Do I have to fight then?”

He had to hold back his laugh when he saw your scrunched eyebrows, still looking at your phone and trying to find the answer in the text from Mikey. He used the pencil again, writing >We're just hanging out together. Nothing dangerous. If anyone wants to have some trouble, I´ll kick their asses and protect you.< on the letter. He was proud of the blush on your cheeks that he just created.

“Yeah, yeah, and then you´ll end up in hospital again”, you tried to hide your embarrassment with that snarky comment which forced him to roll up his sleeves and show you his bizeps.

“Should I be impressed now?”

You did the same and showed him your bizeps, but unlike him there weren't any muscles to see.

“I'm the one protecting you.”

You weren't able to hold back your laugh and he had a hard time doing the same, his throat was hurting like hell.

You continued chatting with him till the alarm on your phone goes off.

“Oh sorry, I have to go now. When will you be dismissed tomorrow?”

He showed you all of his fingers simply.

“10 am? Okay, I'll make sure to see you before you leave.”

He couldn't deny it, but he was looking forward to it.

“Bye Keisuke. See you tomorrow.”

When you were gone, he leaned back with a deep sigh, ordering new ice cream for his sore throat, his thoughts still with you. The other guys will definitely call him a liar, when he tells them that he met such a nice girl in a hospital, maybe he should convince them to go to the hospital after every fight in hopes they´ll find someone like you on their own. His own thoughts made him grin from ear to ear. He would eat a broom, when you showed up with him at the meeting and the boys won't like you.

He assumed that you were going back home, but instead you just went upstairs, just a floor above was your own room. The alarm on your phone reminded you that you have to take your medicine - and to be back in your room when the doctors and nurses made their rounds. You were exhausted because of the constant talking and the shared laughs, but you were happy. It was a long time ago since you laughed so much. You were glad that you had found a friend in that longhaired boy and you looked forward to the meeting with his friends - just a little bit scared because of the fact that they´re delinquents, but Baji assured you that he's going to protect you, right?

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His Mom picked him up the next day punctually, but you were nowhere to be seen. He was waiting for you, looking for you in every direction, but when his Mom was getting impatient he had to leave. He could bite himself in the ass for not asking you for your phone number.

Meanwhile you were having one of the ‘bad days’, so exhausted that you couldn't get out of bed. You really wanted to see him today, but your body didn't agree to that.

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[beepboop358]

How I think the characters will react to Byler when it is officially officially confirmed in the show:

El: once El realizes she doesn't romantically love Mike, she will become an avid byler protector.

El is a badass independent woman with a pure heart of gold. She cares deeply for Mike because he was the first person to show her any sort of compassion, so she will want him to be happy, and after she grows closer to Will, she will want Will to be happy too. El won't understand the societal stigmas around Mike and Will liking each other, since she was raised in a lab away from society and then lived isolated in Hopper's cabin, she has no knowledge of what society deems right from wrong surrounding sexuality and love. She will think other people thinking Mike and Will's relationship is 'wrong' or 'unnatural' is utter bullshit and completely stupid, as she should!

Jonathan: he will be 100% supportive. He knows how Lonnie tormented Will and made homophobic remarks about Will being gay when he was younger. He has always encouraged Will to be himself and ignore what others say, especially what Lonnie says. Jonathan will also be a byler protector.

Jonathan knows Will isn't "normal", he even said Will was "good at hiding" in s1 which has several meanings, and he probably already knows Will likes Mike because of how he immediately turns to look at Will after Mike blurts out he loves El in s3 in Hopper's cabin.

s1 ep. 2: "He's trying to force you to like normal things, and you shouldn't like things because people tell you you're supposed too."

s2 ep. 1: "No I'm serious. You're a freak. But what? Do you want to be normal? Do you wanna be just like everybody else? Being a freak is the best. I'm a freak. Who would you rather be friends with? Bowie or Kenny Rogers? Exactly. It's no contest. The thing is, nobody normal ever accomplished anything meaningful in this world. You got it?"

------(Some subtle queer coding there with the Bowie reference; David Bowie was a bisexual musician, and he also sings the original version of the song "Heroes" that plays after Will's fake body is found in s1, and the lines that play while Mike cries and hugs his Mom are extremely queer coded: "And we kiss as though nothing could fall. And the shame.")

Nancy: It's implied Nancy and Mike are pretty close, and honestly I think she has always suspected that Mike has a little thing for Will. From the look on Nancy’s face when he blurts out he loves El, it kind of reads as like she doesn’t believe him, because she knows something.

s1 ep.7: "I knew you were acting weird, I just, I thought it was beause of Will"

Joyce: will be 100% supportive, and a protective mama bear of Will as always, but also for Mike. Joyce will join the club of avid byler protectors along with Jonathan and El.

Dustin: avid byler supporter. I think he's picked up on how much Mike cares for Will, how Will cares for Mike, and has probably suspected at least something this whole time. Dustin doesn't care about being considered cool he cares about doing what he likes and being true to himself, and that belief for sure translates into how he views his friends as well. He will absolutely support Mike and Will and treat them normally.

s3 ep.3: "Instead of dating somebody because you think it's gonna make you cooler, why not date somebody you actually enjoy being around?" s1 ep.6: "Sometimes your total obliviousness just blows my mind"

Max: She seems pretty perceptive, so she's probably picked up on Mike and Will's 'special dynamics' by now, and we know she's definitely sick of how Mike treated El. She will be supportive of Will and Mike, but mostly she will just be glad Mike isn't with El anymore LOL.

Lucas: I think he definitely notices Mike seems to reallllyyyy care for Will, and that Mike doesn't act the same about El, although he claims too. I think Lucas sees through Mike's bullshit. Look at his smirking face and crossed arms when Mike frantically asks where Will is in s2:

and how he reacts the same way to Mike blurting out he loves El and "can't lose her again" in s3:

Hopper: he will probably want to kill Mike again.

"wait what?! so.. let me get this straight...all that time you were making out with my daughter, you were just...pretending to love her? You lied to her the whole time you two 'dated' yeah? And now you're dating your best friend. Oh god wait, I watched you tell him that asking him to be your friend was the best thing you ever did that night in the shed... Oh you little asshole!"

I can't imagine Hopper being homophobic towards Will and Mike, but I don't see him jumping up and down for them either. He will mainly be upset that Mike dated El when he was actually in love with Will, and not care so much that Mike is in love with another boy, just another person. But once he processes that El is actually okay, he will be fine with it.

Lonnie: is the literal scum of the earth! Obviously Lonnie will hate that Will is gay and dating another man. He will probably make some comments about how he "always knew it" and call Will and Mike homophobic slurs, probably at Will's birthday.

s1 ep.1: "He used to say he was queer, called him a f*g"

Steve: "Oh you two little shits are dating now? But I thought he was into the psionic chick? No? Okay, alright cool. Uh hey have you guys met Robin yet? I think you would get along, you know what I'll introduce you." Steve was so accepting of Robin coming out to him, there's no way he won't have the same kind of reaction for Mike and Will.

Robin: once she gets to actually know them and spend time with them, she will adopt Mike and Will as her gay sons and inspire them to be themselves and help them out whenever they need it. She will also pick up on the fact that they like each other immediately. If we don't get this pairing in s4 because of location logistics, I really hope we get it in s5!!!

Erica: she won't be homophobic, but she just won't care too much.

Karen: will encourage Mike to follow his heart, and like whoever he likes, because a relationship needs real love to survive, and she knows all too well what it is like to be stuck in a relationship with no love, and she doesn't want that for her kids, she wants better for them. She wants Mike to be truly happy no matter what, and she doesn't want to see him repeat her mistakes. Karen will be very supportive of Mike, and probably defend him to Ted.

s1 ep.2: "All this that’s been going on with Will, I can’t imagine what it’s been like for you. I just…I want you to feel like you can talk to me. I never want you to feel like you have to hide anything from me. I’m here for you okay?”

Ted: he won't be as much of an asshole as Lonnie will be about it, but he will probably make some snarky comments.

s1 ep.7: “our son with a girl? *scoffing*”

[romelle]

What are you headcannons for pidge since cannon made her a little shit? I really like the idea of her being a little sister to the team, but the way she was in cannon was just.... yikes. I know it made a lot of people dislike her a LOT, but I was wondering if you had your own little idea of her that made her actually likeable

yeah same!! she was my favourite character after the first season aired, but then the writers kind of ruined that. however! that also means that i have very many thoughts 🤷🏻

she's still a little shit, just not a (too) mean one

lance: what do you think i should do to woo her?

pidge, who wingmans keith exclusively through causing problems on purpose: i read somewhere that people on this planet LOVE it when you fill both of their shoes with food goo. they think it's super romantic

lance: ...y'know somehow i feel like that can't be true

pidge: when have i ever lied to you?

lance: dude. we literally met while you were using a fake identity, so i really don't-

lance:

lance: what are you grinning about

pidge, a fourteen-year-old: you said titty

when they first became paladins, pidge overheard lance and hunk talking about having "leg days" where they just chill & do face masks, so she made keith have an "arm day" with her

they got as far as painting their nails black before they both said fuck that and instead just started talking about alien conspiracies while munching on the space cucumbers meant for their eyes

pidge, during their first arm day: how did you know you were gay?

keith, shrugging: it wasn't that big of a deal. i just always knew that i liked boys that way

pidge, who took one look at his hair and jacket and sword and just immediately assumed he was a butch lesbian: wait. boys????

she's happy about finding her family, but also knows that the others don’t have that. after she hears lance and allura talk about how they're afraid they'll forget the faces of their loved ones, she works really hard on making a device that can turn memories into photographs!

coran, during a boring diplomatic meeting: i'm afraid pidge isn't paying much attention to our hosts

hunk: yeah, but she's typing really fast on that thing. maybe she came up with something important

pidge: (hardcore club penguin fishing)

after that infamous first try, she's kinda scared to learn altean on her own. fortunately, lancey lance is incredibly generous and offers to do it with her!

pidge: your head is already huge so i probably shouldn't say this, but you're really good at this language thing. thank you for helping me out

lance: hell yeah i am! anything for my sar'rstse

pidge: ...if you’re calling me a rat again i'll bite you

lance: i’m not!! it means little sister

pidge:

lance, poking her: you good, rat?

pidge, tearing up: you're such a loser. suck a dick. i love you

it's canon that she kept some of those fluffy junkyard aliens in her room, so i like to think that since she's not yet good enough to braid allura's hair like lance and hunk do, they instead bond by gently twisting tiny little braids onto the fluffy alien's fur (and tie them off with sparkly hairbands)!

pidge, a paladin of voltron and a certified tech wizard: (makes snarky comments even during battle) (speaks in literal code) (hacks the system of a ten thousand years old empire like it's nothing) (brings down trained soldiers three times her size) (builds all sorts of cool machinery)

a cute alien girl: that was so badass <3

pidge, a teen lesbian with a crush: fbxbysbztvx. thanks. do you wanna see my renegade

her and hunk's friendship dynamic is best summed up by pidge going "i think manslaughter should be allowed" and hunk responding with "yes of course?? why wouldn't men be allowed to laugh?"

[atopfourthwall]

I've been trying to get into MST3K recently, starting of course, at the beginning of the show. But... something about this just isn't clicking with me. I wasn't expecting them to cover the entire film (meaning it's a full 2 hour long episode every time!), they spend more time casually watching the film than the snarky commentary I've heard about so much about which is really awkward, and when they do commentate it's not that funny to me. Also the constant comments about how confused the Bots are, coming in late to the film, and Joel’s deadpan response of "I'll tell you later," is kinda getting on my nerves alongside everyone else not being interesting as characters. I don't get it! I grew up on snarky stuff from CA, including you and Spoony, yet for some reason this isn't funny to me as it should be? Sure, my sense of humor has changed since my teen years watching The Site, but I enjoy a good snark on occasion still. I assume the show gets better as I'll go along, but where does it really start getting good? What season/episode did they really hit their stride in your opinion? Because right now, I'm not impressed and that's kinda sad on my end. I know, starting with S0/S1 was probably a bad idea, but I like watching shows from beginning to end when I commit to it.

It does get better. In fact, back in the Comedy Central days when they had a better relationship with the channel, they explicitly asked to not show season 1 episodes because they felt like it wasn't their best work. They have occasional moments or brilliance or the movie itself is memorable enough that it carries things over (Robot Monster, Robot Holocaust) and they'll sometimes make a call back to a thing from season 1 (for instance, weird martial arts stuff in movies they'll shout "HIKEEBAH!" because of something from a movie they riffed), but yeah, season 1 overall is pretty weak - same for the KTMA days where it was less scripted. They're more interesting to return to as novelties and curiosities, IMHO. Now, where it starts getting good is up for debate. Season 2 does start getting more recognizable (Kevin Murphy becoming Tom Servo, the set redress that lasted for the rest of the show), but some would swear by season 3 being AMAZING - in particular the movies Cave Dwellers and Pod People (Pod People's a personal favorite of many) getting things going strongly. Season 3 is a bit mixed for me, especially since it can be overwhelming due to the sheer amount of Japanese movies they cover - a lot of Gamera, the Fugitive Alien films, the incomprehensible Mighty Jack, Time of the Apes - but I definitely feel season 4 and 5 are probably the most solid and best of Joel's era. Season 5 especially has a lot of great gems like "I Accuse My Parents" and "The Painted Hills." The good thing about MST3K is that there's VERY little in terms of continuity, so you don't HAVE to start at the beginning. Sure, stuff WILL change and the entirety of season 8 is an ongoing plot, but 9 times out of 10 you can jump into any random episode of the show without worry of having missed a previous episode. So I’d suggest looking through a list and seeing if there’s a particular film title that catches your interest and sounds like something that’d be fun to see made fun of, especially in later episodes.

[brainrot-the-frog]

Arguments with the Hashira

《I only did *some* of the Pillars!》

《The Pillars x S/O HCs | Arguing》

《Giyuu Tomioka》

— Giyuu is not going to know how to act when you two have a genuine heated argument, if he's angry he's going to try his best to conceal his feelings which makes the situation much worse as you two continue on. He'd probably snap depending on how serious the conversation is.

— Now here's the thing, if you were the one in the right it's going to take a while for him to admit and apologize, however if you two stop talking you'll catch him staring at you like a lost puppy. He doesn't know how to convey his feelings and opinions very well but he'll sure as hell try if you two haven't talked in days.

— "I'm sorry for what I said.. I shouldn't have yelled like that..."

— Now if he was the one in the right then this is going to go very differently, he'll wait for you to apologize to him. Often giving you the cold shoulder and waiting for you to be vocal, you were the one in the wrong- he shouldn't be the first to apologize after your argument, he'll still say sorry for getting vocal though.

— "I forgive you.. I'm sorry as well."

— If you both were in the wrong he'd actually bring it up rather fast. He wants this to be resolved as quickly as possible.

— "We should move on from this.. please."

— when you two make up he's much happier, he'll hold your hand more often and give you more physical affection if need be. 

《Shinobu Kocho》

— Shinobu has you wrapped around a finger, whatever insult you throw at her due to your anger, or whatever thing you have to say to the point where you're yelling, she'll reply with a refute at every given chance. She's going to try and deal with the argument calmly albeit if you anger her she's going to reply much colder, she won't really yell but she will be spiteful in a way. You can already see the veins and her twisted smile beginning to show. It gets so scary if you argue for a while. She doesn't need to shout to get her point across.

— The sisters are gonna be sad when you two argue :(

— If you were right, Shinobu wouldn't wait around for so long, she'd want to apologize when you've calmed down and she's managed her feelings and has them in check. She'd approach you with a calm demeanor and wouldn't fake up a grin, she's wearing a serious expression on her face. She'd grab your hands and kiss your knuckles, then smile at you sweetly.

— "I'm sorry for angering you Love, I was wrong for what I said.. please forgive me."

— If you're wrong she's going to mock you a little bit, but then eventually demand an apology from you. She is NOT going to wait longer than a day or two, it'd irritate her to no end if you didn't apologize for longer than that. You'd have to muster up a damn good apology and give her an immense amount of affection to ease her mood. When you do she's all smiles and laughter and immediately goes back to teasing you.

— "Fine! I forgive you.. couldn't stay away could you?"

— If the two of you are both in the wrong she's going to turn the argument into a joke and call you as well as herself out on it. Would probably resort to teasing you and kissing you to change the atmosphere. Commence smooth talking and her beginning to flirt with you.

— "We're both wrong silly, lets move on please. I love you~"

《Kyojurou Rengoku》

— I mean– Kyojurou yells regardless? He'd yell at you but you can tell his tone of voice is calm, and still holds lots of enthusiasm depite the situation. Either he ends the argument himself, or you end it because you get tired of his hard-headedness. I don't think he has it in him to get genuinely mad at you, he just hopes he can get his point across without resorting to anger or snarky comments and insults. (Not like he has any of that- he's far too wholesome.)

— If you were right then he'll probably apologize on the spot, there's no doubt in my mind that Kyojurou would apologize first and without hesitance. If he's wrong then he's wrong, he isn't waiting around and will initiate a conversation with you the moment he wants to speak his feelings. He can't handle not talking to you for longer than a day.

— He'd miss you so much :(

— "I'm so sorry my Dear! I was wrong and I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me! I love you so much!" 

— He's saying that with such a warm smile, he takes you in a needy hug and cuddles you without even hearing your response. He just wants to be near you and have you stroke his hair. 

— If you were wrong he's telling you on the spot, "YOU'RE WRONG BUT I STILL LOVE YOU–" 

— He'd wait so calmly for you to apologize, you'd often catch him with his arms folded and his foot tapping the floor, he's beaming his signature smile and patiently waits for you to approach him. He looks like a golden retriever with the way he acts. If you're still upset with him and avoid him he's going to be hurt!

— "Haha! It's alright my Love! I forgave you a long time ago!"

— He's just excited to have you back, he takes you out that day, he takes you to dinner and constantly shows you off to any bystander the two of you come in contact with. He'll be locking arms with you and compliments you the entire trip.

— If you're both wrong he's going to be like Shinobu and attempt to ease the mood, he'd nod along and eventually hug you.

— "What were we even fighting for?! We're better than this!"

《Mitsuri Kanroji》

— STOP. YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE THE BABY CRY. I believe Mitsuri would tear up and try and talk back through her sobs, a heated argument isn't going to last long with her because you're going to be left comforting her or watching her walk out, holding herself. She'd be left in her estate, crying in her room until she had to leave. She's not even mad at you, the entire time all she wanted to do was kiss your lips and ask for you to tell her everything calmly. She actually didn't know what you were getting mad for.

— If she were to be mad she could man handle you so easily lmao

— Iguro HATES you if you make her cry, he'd try and throw hands SO quick! It'd be Mitsuri that would stop him despite the fact she's still sad. Even if the two of you aren't speaking she'd still make sure Iguro left you alone and gave you space.

— If you were right she's apologizing then and there, enveloping you in a tight warm hug as she cries on your chest. She wouldn't let go until you accept her apology and hug her back. If you don't accept her apology she's going to get so sad and walk out. If you do then she's kissing you for a good minute or two, she was so scared!

— "I'm so sorry for what I did! I won't do it again I promise!"

— Immediately wants to have a nap with you and cuddle! She's just so happy she can be in your arms again, expect her to whisper sweet nothings in your ear and pepper your neck with kisses.

— If you were wrong she's going to tell you and explain to you as eloquently as possible, no doubt she'd probably stutter once or twice but it's the effort that matters most! Again, I can't imagine her being extremely angry, she just wants this nightmare to end. She'd be impatient for an apology, constantly waiting for you to go up to her and just say sorry.

— "It's okay! I'll love you no matter what! You just get upset sometimes and that's okay."

— You'd probably be the one to realize if you're both wrong, she's quick to apologize but would deeply appreciate if the two of you discussed and settled your differences.

— "I'm so glad we made up! It felt like a fever dream!"

《Muichiro Tokito》

— Starting an argument with Muichiro is not going to work out in your favor, Muichiro can barely remember what bird just flew by, he's definitely not going to be very good at focusing on what you're saying when his head is too busy in the clouds. However if you do manage to get him to focus he's going to be anything but happy. He's actually rather serious and cold in response if you're shouting at him. He wouldn't exactly shout but he would curse a bit.

— If you're the one at fault, he's going to tell you right away, he's forward with what he says and how he says it, you can notice the subtle fumes of rage in his tone of voice. He doesn't really care for an apology, he just wants you to acknowledge what you said was wrong of you and go on with his day. He sees no reason in dragging anything out so when he speaks his mind he's walking away so you can process everything.

— "You need to sort yourself out.. I know you're upset but so am I."

— Now if he was the one at fault, you'd have to tell him and explain to him why that is. And when he realizes, he's not really apologizing but more so promising you that he'll never say or do the thing that upset you in the first place. He IS sorry though but expresses himself differently. He's trying.

— "I realize what I said was insensitive... I promise I won't speak that way again.."

— If you're both in the wrong you'd be the one to tell him that, it's not as if he thinks he's always right, he just disagrees with some things which sometimes can't be helped. He means well but can't show it half the time. 

— "Let's not fight anymore okay?"

《Tengen Uzui, Makio, Suma, Hinatsuru》

— It's not everyday you have an argument that reaches everybody, it would be so tense you'd catch yourself holding in the air within your lungs, scared at the idea of exhaling being your downfall. Tengen never wants to raise his voice at you, but sometimes even his emotions get the better of him and he can't help it. He cares so much about you but arguments tend to leave everything messy.

— Suma is tearing up when the argument starts, she holds onto you and whispers softly in your ear, begging you to calm down and not yell. Telling you that everyone was getting upset. She didn't want a bigger fight to start, she just wanted everyone to get along.

— Hinatsuru treats this argument as something that will eventually pass, she is so confident that this argument will be settled within the week. However this doesn't stop her from trying to calm you and everyone else down, she's the calmest one in the situation and would rather speak about your problems without the use of shouting or getting angry.

— Makio on the other hand, wants to hit you so bad for even starting an argument, this indeed worsens the matter terribly, Hinatsuru and Suma would hold Makio back so she didn't attack you. She loves you deeply, but this behaviour could wreck your relationship and that leaves her so scared. And the fact she was having those thoughts didn't sit right with her, more than ever she really just wants to hold you securely and fix this with a kiss.

— If you're the one in the wrong- welp, they are going to tell you without a moment of hesitation. You can't get away either as they'd sit you down until you apologize and tell them what's wrong without having to start fights.

— Makio is gonna slap you but make up for it later 

— "It's alright my girl- it happens to the best of us." Tengen rubs circles on your hands. Happy to have resolved the issue.

— Hinatsuru kisses your cheek and rubs your back, she's so proud of you for admitting your fault and being clear with everybody. "You're doing so well Baby, I'm so proud of you."

— Suma gets so soft, she'll give you lots of affection and will hug you for a while. She's glad you and Makio didn't harm one another and just wants to bask in the comfort of your embrace. 

— "Well- I'm sorry too.. I was just upset.." Makio turns away for a moment before she reaches her hand out and holds yours. She admits to being quite brash about the whole thing, she cares but has a different way of showing it is all! They all want to kiss you so bad.

— Now, if you were the one in the right, they're going to make up for it in a flash. Starting with Suma who gets teary eyed whilst bowing in shame, she's holding onto the hem of Tengen's clothes for a sense of comfort. Tengen is bowing also, with flowers in his hand.

— Hinatsuru is lowkey holding down Makio so she's bowing as well, however in her free hand Hinatsuru has a plate of your favorite treat "Please forgive us for not listening to everything you had to say, we're sorry."

— Makio brought nothing lmao- in the end though she goes out of her way to buy you a new blade. "I'm sorry for hitting you..."

— When you're ALL in the wrong Tengen is the one to bring up how lame it is you're all fighting in the first place. 

— "My girls.. this isn't FLAMBOYANT! We have to get over this!"

— When you all settle your differences you have a night out eating dinner and having fun in each others company. You're at peace..

— They're probably gonna bed you when you get home

[love-amihan]

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I LIKE YOU // FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

song inspiration: 1980s horror film ii by wallows

amihan's note: have no one specific in mind whilst making this scenario but then viola! megumi came into my mind and here we are. anyways, here i serve to you a lil angst ig. happy reading!

best friend!megumi x fem!reader

you whimper as the boy blows at your wound, trying to ease your pain "it hurts gumi" you whisper as megumi assists your wound messily applying alcohol.

you hiss and tighten your grip on his hand "just a little bit more" he told you plastering the band-aid then giving it a light kiss, "there all better!" he says trying to cheer you up.

he pats your head and praises you, "let's go, you wanna sit on the swing?" you look up at him smiling.

he really knows how to make you feel better "you'll push me higher this time?" you reply, skipping away to where the swing is, megumi follows behind you.

"okay but don't cry when you get a scratch again" he teases poking your side, you huff and cross your little arms glaring at him.

"i didn't cry!" megumi laughs at you, mocking you, "sure whatever helps you sleep at night, crybaby" you angrily stomp your way to the swing sitting on it.

"whatever just push me so i won't stay mad at you," megumi giggles and walks behind you while shaking his head. "as you please, your highness" pushing you lightly until you tell him to go higher.

megumi and you are known to be friends ever since you were a child, he's always at your aid whenever you need him, the same goes for him.

the two of you always tell each other's secret though not for long except for one.

here you are at the age of seventeen, you take one last look at yourself smacking your lips together before nodding in approval.

right on time, a knock was heard before it was opened "hey, you ready?" megumi asks, he stops in his tracks, you smile at him giving him a little twirl "what do you think?"

this is the first time megumi starts seeing you more in a romantic way, you look beautiful standing there in front of him.

making him stunned as he takes a good look at you, you step closer to him waving your hands in front of his face "earth to gumi?" then giving his cheeks a little tap.

megumi snaps out of it, the tip of his ears shading in red. he clears his throat looking to the side "y-you look pretty" he mumbles, you stand up straight, hands on your hips. "aww, no snarky comments?" you said not noticing that he's flustered by you.

he turns around heading to the door, once he composes himself he tries to go back to his normal self. he let out a fake annoyed tone, "let's hurry, you took too long. the movie's probably gonna start any minute now."

you giggle at his comment and sling your bag by your shoulder catching up with him.

while buying the tickets for the movie, the man behind the counter smiles at you. you're finally seeing this movie, it was all you can talk about with megumi for the past month ever since the teaser was released.

you're cut out of your thoughts when the man mentions something that's always been asked between you two "what a lovely couple," he compliments.

megumi chokes on his spit blushing a little, hiding under his collar hoping you will not catch his tomato face. you softly smile at the man used on what to do with the situation.

"oh we're not a couple, he's a great friend from childhood" megumi's heart aches a little by your words, he shakes his head 'stop being weird, you shouldn't feel this way about her' he thought to himself.

the man nods, muttering apologies for misunderstanding. he gives the tickets and megumi pays for it, you're about to give your cut when he gently pushes your hand away while shaking his head "my treat."

you nod at him smiling widely "okay, but i'll buy our popcorns," you offer not taking 'no' for an answer, heading to the snack bar.

he lets out a deep breath 'this will go away soon for sure' he convinces himself as you make your way inside the cinema skipping happily, dragging megumi with you.

unfortunately for megumi, he just fell deeper for his best friend, he buries his face in his pillow groaning "damn it!"

he was stops having an argument with himself when he hears a ping from his phone, he lazily picks it up and sees your name. he sits up straight, blushing like a high school girl, he shakes his head lightly slapping his cheek with his free hand.

y/n: hey let's hang out at my place, found a good movie to watch

megumi is about to say he's busy just to avoid you as much as he can, when you sent another text

y/n: wanna watch it with you please gumiii

he sighs in defeat and replies to you that he's on his way, reaching your house he lets out a breath calming himself before going in "n/n" he calls out as you replied "living room!"

"hey" he greets you as he takes a seat beside you, humming you immediately snuggles to his side playing the movie. this is like a routine whenever the two of you want to watch a movie.

megumi flushes red shakingly wrapping his arms around you trying to focus on the tv.

megumi cannot focus on the movie at all, all he can think about is how you feel good by his side. you're like a missing puzzle made just for him, lots of thoughts running in his mind. he contemplates a lot of times whether to confess or not.

after the movie, he comes to a conclusion. not being able to keep a secret anymore, he clears his throat looking at you with seriousness written all over his face.

you look back at him blinking before positioning yourself in front of him, sitting up straight.

"i have something to tell you," he says looking straight into your eyes, you smile at him, holding his hand encouraging him to continue "sure go ahead."

he gather all his courage letting out a deep breath looking down at his lap before looking back at you "back when we were seventeen, i started catching feelings for you" he cringes at his wording.

"what i'm trying to say is i... i've like you for quite a while now" he curses himself as the confession comes out in a whisper, adding "in a romantic way i mean" you stare at him intently blinking.

"oh gumi" you shake your head, sadly smiling at him "megumi, i hope this will not affect our friendship. i deeply appreciate you more than anyone but..."

megumi nods at your words waiting for your answer, you take a deep breath before dropping the bomb.

to say that he was not expecting your answer was an understatement. he watches your lips as you forms your words,

"i'm really not that into guys"

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[thencitytales]

Annoying

✎ pairing: Kim Seungmin x reader

✎ wc: 1.65k

✎ Fluff but I relly don't know what this is

✎ I'll be honest this is like a first draft, so there's a chance I will edit this in the future, but it's going to take a long time because I have a few other fics that I can't wait to write, hope you can enjoy this, let me know! :)

"What about Seungmin?"

You looked at your best friend in disbelief.

You were currently at your house having a get together after her 2 weeks long vacation in Maui. The night started out with a delivery pizza and her telling you all about how the holiday went. Then she mentioned that she kind of got a boyfriend and suddenly she wanted to find you one too.

"Seungmin? You mean Kim Seungmin?"

"Yeah! Why not? C'mon there's nothing wrong about that guy! Clever, funny, pretty handsome, caring, think about an adjective it will probably fit him" she replied

"Annoying" was all you could say to explain yourself.

"Not the attitude I was looking for"

"Girl, I have known Seungmin for the longest time and trust me when I say that if I never had feelings for him there's a reason." The reason was his friend Jisung but we don't talk about that.

"Shut up, we've gone through all the boys we know and you have found a flaw for every single one of them! Ryan is too dumb, Daniel is out of your league and so is Sanha, or at least you say so, Tae-"

"You started this thing all by yourself I have never asked for a boyfriend!" You interrupted her.

"False, I have tons of messages that say -Dude I just want a boyfriendd- and you know that"

"Shut up, I only say that when I watch movies" You tried to defend yourself.

"No you don't, but back to Seungmin"

"No back to Seungmin, he's out of the whole boyfriend picture, I know him way too well, and everytime I say something he always has a snarky comment to add, I will admit he's pretty cute, but that's where it stops"

"He likes you" You felt a sudden heat coming to your cheeks.

"No he doesn't!" You awkwardly chuckled.

"Oh c'mon yeah he does!"

"Has he told you that? Because sure as hell hasn't showed any interest to me!" You started panicking a little bit, you didn't know why.

"Honey, he knew about your crush on Jisung, everybody did... But no, he hasn't told me, it's just a feeling, but i know"

"First: you don't make sense but ok, second of all: THEY ALL KNEW?? DID HE KNOW?? I'M- I DON'T EVEN- WHAT IN THE-" Now in full panic mode you started yelling at her.

"Calm down! We never knew if he knew but almost everybody else that knows you did so we just figured Jisung probably did too" She explained.

You buried your head in your pillows and screamed:

"I HATE MY LIFE"

And with that it looked like the whole boyfriend thing was forgotten.

Monday came and with that, came class. When you entered everybody was already seated in their usual places and so you ran to yours before the teacher could see you were late. "Slept in again?" You heard a voice from behind you say.

"Not your problem Seungmin"

"Someone rolled off the wrong side of the bed today, all right" Annoying. Have you mentioned that? The boy was Annoying. With a capital A. Sure you were annoying too but he was just on another level. Luckily the hours went by and Seungmin didn't bother you much after that. Unluckily, your best friend did. "C'MON! We both know they were jokes, he didn't want to be annoying"

"And yet he was" you shrugged, picking up your pace to get home sooner so the torture would be over. "What are you talking about, ladies?" You heard a too familiar voice say behind you.

"Nothing" You blurted out, caught in the act.

"You!" Your best friend blurted out with a smile on her face.

You could tell what was going to happen and besides tackling her to the ground and shutting her mouth forever (which would've caused quite a scene) there was not much you could do about it.

You sighed and waited for the conversation to be over. "You don't really think I am nothing, do you Y/N?" He said in his stupid tone.

"Oh, absolutely not, you are quite something Seungmin", you said without being able to control your own sarcastic tone.

But he didn't mind, found it a little amusing actually. "Now if you'll excuse me this is my stop," the girl says looking at you with a playful smile, knowing damn well she had no business in stopping at the library. "Alright bye~" She pushes you forward right behind Seungmin, who had kept walking after saying bye to the girl, while you just stared at her wide-eyed.

Glaring at her you eventually pick up your pace and get to the boy. "So..." Seungmin tried to initiate conversation but a million things were running through his head and not one he could actually say.

Because what your best friend told you wasn't completely wrong. Seungmin indeed had a crush on you for the longest time, but after finding out you liked Jisung he just didn't know what to do, and the best idea that came to mind was to treat you like one of his closest friends, in order to convince himself that was the furthest the relationship between you two could go, nothing more. Sometimes, out of nowhere, he would find the courage to subtly flirt with you, but either you did not get it, or you flat-out ignored it. "Are you thinking about another snarky comment to make?" You scoffed.

You did think he was cute and all, and you did know that annoying was probably in his blood, but to you, it seemed like he just enjoyed being the biggest pain in the ass to you specifically. He was like that with all his friends but when it came to you his game was just on another level. So you decided to finally speak up, given the opportunity. "What do you mean?" He was staring at the pink cherry blossoms hovering your heads while walking down the street, suddenly feeling heavier. "Oh, you know what I mean, you always have something to say when it comes to me, sometimes it's nice but other times-"

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to" he stopped and looked at you, and you also stopped, caught off guard by his sudden change in tone.

He felt his cheeks heat up at your stare and knew that they were probably the same color he was admiring on the trees just moments ago.

'cute' you thought. "Oh, well, apologies accepted, I guess" you really didn't know how to answer, the genuine sadness that came over his features leaving you speechless. He was now looking at the pavement and suddenly took a step forward, starting to walk again, you by his side. You didn't want him to feel actually bad for it, you only wanted him to take it down a notch. And now, for some reason, he looked like he was feeling excessively guilty, at least to you.

Was what your best friend told you true? Did he really like you? You nudged him slightly.

"Hey, earth to Seungmin? Don't worry too much about it"

"Oh yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about it and realized you are right ... I really didn't mean to." Your eyes interlocked with his and you could see his honesty.

You wanted to change the subject in hope of changing his state as well so you said the first thing that came to mind. "Jisung told me you finally got the captain position, that's awesome!" You finally saw a smile creeping up his lips, unable to contain his happiness, even though you just mentioned the only person he preferred not to talk about, with you of all people. "Yeah, I've been trying for years now, it's nice to finally get it." He suddenly remembered something. "Oh, and about Jisung-" "Please let's not talk about him, I really don't know why I mentioned him in the first place. We fought and I still need to get over it." You acted offended. "What about?" "Stole my food, don't laugh, it was very serious to me, it was my last pastry" "Hm... Rookie mistake" He smiled at you. "Indeed" you answered, happy he understood the gravity of the situation. "But I thought you liked him." It was now your turn to briefly stop in your tracks before remembering what your best friend told you a couple of days ago. "And I thought only my best friend knew, but apparently I was mistaken" you just decide to let out a chuckle, not minding anything but a still point in front of you, your cheeks burning up. "BUT, the crush is long gone, he doesn't like me and I don't like him anymore," you said. At that, you saw him light up. A smile now on full display. "The crush is gone just like that?" He plasters a fake questioning look on his face, barely able to suppress the smile it replaced. "What can I say, I guess I just fall for someone almost as fast as I get away from that same feeling" You realized your house was just about to enter your view, and you knew Seungmin had to go the other way at the crossroads. He laughed lightly. "Let's hope it just doesn't keep happening!" And with that, he waved you goodbye. Proud of yourself for being able to change his mood rather quickly, you shot a beaming smile at him and said goodbye while walking away. He couldn't help but feel light, like a soap bubble that could burst from happiness at any moment. He was waiting for you to "forget" about Jisung and apparently you just did.

He did not fully believe it but it was enough. You on the other hand looked behind you at him. A slight bounce now in his steps. And for the second time that day, you thought

'cute'

[karasunology]

━ ❛ ➶ LOVE IN TRANSLATION ❜

➜ a walk through of tsukishima's love languages told through headcanons.

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ tsukishima kei <3

[ ♡ ] you've received one love note from jae ! would you like to read it ?

💌 . . . finished writing this 8 minutes before the day ends, and i'm already drowsy y'all. but i had another headcanon to write for iwaizumi😔✋ so f.

💌 . . . edit, now i'm posting this and realized i'm better at writing whenever i'm half asleep😌 anyways, hope you bubs enjoy this !! <33 aone would probably be next i hope. also requests are open!! almost done with my inbox & i have nothing to do, so send an ask and i'll write em.

TSUKISHIMA KEI.

➜ tsukishima, just like iwaizumi, is not the best at pda.

➜ but not because of the same reasons.

➜ homeboy was just not the best at showing those type of emotions, preferably to try and mask those in snarky, and obnoxiously mean remarks.

➜ bb boy needs to lay off his salt

➜ like he'll have a kidney stone one of these days ngl

➜ tsukishima was, surprisingly enough, the first one to confess between the two of you. reasons being that these overbearing feelings of his, that he was unaccustomed to was a bit too much for him and just decided to confess to you out of flustration.

➜ and in his thoughts, and i quote

“ just to get this over with ”

➜ he knew you wouldn't accept it so atleast he could it it off his chest and cry himself a river and get over it

➜ mans was too practical lmao

➜ but you didn't reject him, and in fact you returned the same overbearing feelings he carried that would create a whirl wind of emotions in the pits of your stomache, and he did not, in fact, cry himself a river

➜ because holysh!t you actually like him back ???

➜ homeboy never thought this through

➜ tsukishima never would have thought you'd accept his confession

➜ but nevertheless, he asked you out right after, still in deep shock and as if he was still floating in cloud nine.

➜ tsukishima was awkward when you guys started dating, no; it's probably you too.

➜ physical affection was OUT the window in the first start of your guys' relationship.

➜ and when you guys DO start attempting physical contact, he'd be so stiff lmaoo

➜ tsukki isn't showered in these types of affection okay?? you're probably his first s/o

➜ whenever you'd hug him with people around, he wouldn't buldge or would just entirely deny you of it

➜ s h i t  hurts tsukki :(

➜ it wasn't like he doesn't like you ─ goodness no, bb boy was probably wrapped around your finger.

➜ it wasn't an everyday sight seeing tuskishima with an s/o

➜ he just couldn't for the life of him do pda justttt yet, especially with all the eyes watching you two interact

➜ whenever tanaka or noya comments that he's too cold to you, or if anyone says that you deserve better, he'd do that shit-eating-grin, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANN

➜ THE ONE THAT MAKES THAT PUSSÉ WET 👅👀💅

➜ and say

“ atleast i have an s/o & not just go around asking kiyoko-san for her hand in marraige. ” to tanaka or noya

“ and you think you're better for her ? ” to anyone that dares say anything about y'all's relationship

➜ but would also have this guilt-tripping churning on his stomache because you probably did deserve better

➜ the day you guys had your first kiss was when a guy called him out, saying they were better for you than he could ever be.

➜ and out of his built up insecurities & flustration, y'all just had this tension between you two and next thing you knew, you guys were kissing

➜ which may or may not ended up as a makeup session🤪😳

➜ and he was just surprisingly?? good ?? at it??

➜ ugh sanaol

➜ after that incident, tsukishima and you talked your relationship through and his insecurities ( also another sign he's whipped for you, because he never does these type of shit. )

➜ bb boy was a bit more comfortable at physical affection with you

➜ pda? he'd probably kiss you in front of the person the person commenting unnecessary about your guys' relationship, or if anyone dares to flirt with you in front of him

➜ and he'd have you out of breath from it and would have that smirk on his lips

➜ fook let me just kiss you ahHh

➜ but other than that, he prefers to stay low on pda, though, holding hands is a must

➜ but not without a remark from our mcdonalds fry

“ your hands are too sweaty ”

➜ would 100% flick your forehead

➜ like if he ever thinks you're annoyingly cute, he'd just flick your forehead lmAOOO

➜ one time y'all were away from each other because he had training camp, and when you guys finallu saw each other again, you couldn't help but run up to him & kiss him mwahhh

➜ and he'd be like 😳🤢

“ disgusting, do it again. ”

➜ but would be the one to pull YOU into a kiss

➜ phew CHILEE🥵

➜ physical touches are already something

➜ but what about non-physical ones?

➜ nicknames

➜ N I C K N A M E S

➜ they are a MUST in your guys' relationship

➜ if you're short, homeboy would call you chibi-chan.

➜ if you have a huge forehead, bb biy would call you forehead-chan

➜ while you would call him megane-chan/kun

➜ tsukki is also a good one

➜ bitch too

➜ half would be so weird but are still endearing to the both of you

➜ doesn't let anyone else probably other than tadashi, akiteru & his mom to hold his glasses for him

➜ and you too

➜ he would let you touch it and wear it, though without a playful roll of the eyes and maybe a side remark, since he is tsukishima kei

➜ one time he was teasing you and acted too tired to put on his glasses and made you do it

➜ and while you guys were eye levelled as you guys sat in his bed, almost nose to nose👀😳 the second you put on his glasses on him perfectly, he'd pull your arm gently towards him as you landed safely onto his chest, his head ontop of yours and you guys just sat in silence;

➜ and with nothing but your two beating hearts created a whole new melody once they were molded together

➜ would call your grades trash✋ but would offer to study with you

➜ thus born, was your study sessions/dates

➜ would SHARE ! HIS ! EARPHONES ! WITH ! YOU AHHHHH

➜ PUTEKNAOL😤

➜ has bought headphones just for the sole purpose to listen to music with you

➜ AND NOT JUST THAT YALL

➜ 😭😭😭

➜ HE MAKES PLAYLISTS FOR YOU

➜ MARRY ME SIR

➜ UGH IM HIS CERTIFIED WH0RE

➜ AND IF YOU WOULD DO THE SAME, HE'D DROP ON HIS KNEES AND JUST MELT AND SAY “ i will marry this bitch one day ”

➜ y'all would probably listen to both playlist alternately while you guys just either vibe to it or fall asleep with each other

➜ i have other things to say but i have to stop myself from spoiler my new mini headcanons series coming soon

[b00t-s]

We're all gossip-y bitches sometimes

this is part two

Janus xey/xem

Roman she/he

Patton he/him

Virgil he/him

See the character intros for more info

TW. Swearing, arguments, alcohol, drunk characters, the word v//mit is used once, characters being characters, past trauma mentioned, tiny tiny tiny sprinkle of angst but just a passing of it at end, and nothing to intense

Again, tell me if I'm being insensitive. Shout at me if I am.

Summary: Patton goes to talk to Janus about Roman. The group opens...'some' bottles. Virgil adds on some...interesting opinions.

Events occur few hours after this.

Janus just finished xeir nightly shift when Patton came bounding up to xem. Janus raised an eyebrow at how ecstatic he looked.

"Yes?" Xey managed out, forcing back the hundreds of snarky comments xey could of said right then.

"Can you hang out at My house later?" Patton practically beamed out.

"why would I want to 'hang out'? It's just a social construct created to give people a higher sense of being." Janus remarked, flipping to closed/open side to closed.

"So you'll be there?"

"hmm. Will doom-and-gloom be there?

"doom and---ohhh, Virge. Yeah, probably," Patton realised now that this was a bad mix of people to invite "probably-probably not for long though!"

"Fine" Janus replied, taking off xeir apron. Xey ignored the obvious lie. "I'll be there in an hour." Xey knew one way or another xey would end up there due to Patton's... effective persuading.

"Great!" Patton exclaimed "oh yeah, and...um...it's raining outside so..take my umbrella, kay?"

His tone more serious all of a sudden, Patton nodded to Janus' heavily made up face, so well done an ignorant bystander wouldn't of noticed the thick layers of foundation on xeir face.

Patton handed xem a translucent umbrella, patterned with cute frogs and flowers, to Janus. Ignoring the distasteful cartoons, Janus nodded and took the umbrella.

"See you soon, Jan!" Patton cheerily waved as he bounced off.

Janus folded xeir apron, opened Patton's umbrella and braved the outdoors.

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Janus arrived at Patton's house exactly on time, bone dry, despite the heavily flowing rain. Patton expected nothing less of his friend. He invited xem inside, amazed as always by his friend's everyday fashion.

Jan was wearing a casual yellow shirt over a long sleeved black shirt. Fishnet gloves adorned xeir hands, and xeir ruffled hair was let lose.

Xeir fashionably messy hair was topped with a neatly placed black fedora, which of xey never took off. Xey even scarred persuaded Thomas to let xem wear it to work.

Patton offered xem a smile, and walked xem upstairs. "Hi Jan!" He grinned.

"Hello" xey replied mundanely.

Xey absent-mindedly glanced at Patton's outfit, which contained a violet cashmere sweater, bell bottomed jeans, circular silver glasses and a sunflower clip in his perfect curls.

It was a good look, xey had to admit.

When they both reached Patton's room, Janus stood still, taking in xeir surroundings.

Patton's room was covered with things from the 2000's; Tamagotchi's, stickers pressed up against the pastel wall, stuffed animals, wristbands, old CD's, care bears posters and butterfly clips littering the floor in a deadly trap.

A trans flag was pinned above the single bed with blue tack, right next to some inspirational and motivational quotes.

The whole place looked like it had been puked on by unicorns.

It hurt Janus' eyes.

Xey was a little overwhelmed by all the spiraling colours and nostalgia-inducing objects, so xey sat cross-legged in the middle of the pink carpet. The world slowed down.

Janus wondered, not for the first time, how a 29 year old could be this cheerful.

.

Or appear this cheerful.

"Jan?"

Janus gave a small twitch of xeir head, realising that xey had spaced out. "Hmm?" Xey replied.

"Hey, you were up with the clouds! I was just saying, I think Virge is here" Patton chirped.

"oh"

"he...might be staying for a little longer then i said"

"How wonderful." Janus muttered, knowing this would happen but hating it anyway.

"oh, don't be like that! I'm sure you guys could become friends!" Janus snorted. "Or...at least not kill at each other whenever you're in the same general area" Patton corrected.

"Anyway! I'm going to greet him at the door!" He suddenly proclaimed, skipping downstairs.

Janus was disgusted at how naïve this man was.

But that was a lie.

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Patton slowed his happy skip to a casual walk. His grin slipped into a content smile as he reached the end of the stairs. Being so happy takes its toll on people, he thought. Soft tapping of the door interrupted his thoughts as he opened the door to reveal Virgil.

The first thing you notice about this man was his unfair tall-ness. He nearly had to duck to get inside; being too skinny didn't help. Virgil was wearing a plain black hoodie over a mcr top, completing the look with a short, pleated skirt and docs. His face was slathered in white foundation, accompanied with dark eyeshadow under his eyes.

"Virge!! I'm glad you could make it, even if you are late!!Again!" Patton hugged his friend, genuinely glad for his presence. The taller man patted Patton's curls awkwardly.

"Heyyyy Pat-" Virgil did the awkward pats on the back everyone does when they want to get out of a hug but don't want to say it in fear of hurting ones feelings. "Traffic-"

Patton withdrew from the hug and smiled. "okay! at least you're here safe! Can't control the traffic"

"Janus is waiting for us upstairs" Patton continued. He hurriedly carried on speaking before Virgil could spit out an insult about xem "say, you know what I hate about stairs? They're always up to something!" Patton laughed at his own joke, whilst Virgil pretended to face-palm, hiding a snigger.

"Alright, Alright dAd, didn't you say snake face was waiting for us?" Virgil mocked. Patton chuckled uncomfortably at the nickname, but nodded nonetheless.

"Yeah, we shouldn't leave xem waiting"

They both entered his room, having walked the short journey there in a comfortable silence. Patton noted Janus had not moved from were he left xem; xey had just shifted to read a book xey most likely found lying around. Janus looked up upon their arrival, xeir face immediately twisting into a mocking grimace upon seeing Virgil. "ah, you brought the racoon"

"Janus play nice--"

"you're one to talk, you participated in 2012 Tumblr" Virgil threw back

"must you be so wounding" Janus dramatically threw xeir hand against xeir forehead.

"okAY, that's enough guys." Patton firmly said. Janus pulled a face in reply, and Virgil returned the favour. Patton sighed. He just wanted them to get along, which was probably a high expectation by itself.

Perhaps he had booze leftover somewhere.

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Twelve near fist fights, two crying sessions and many, many, many bottles of alcohol later, it was nearing eleven pm and the group was drunker than a litter of catnip high kittens.

They all crowded into a close-knit circle on the bed, nearly falling off but not caring.

"ssso your telling me that flashy asss hhimbo sssssaid I wasss hot but then rude and that I wore too muchh makeup? What a *hic* bitchh" Janus hissed.

Patton giggled. "yeeeeee, be nice though! She was kindaaaa alllllllll over the place!" Patton continued bluntly, "But how would you feel if I set you guys up????~"

"oh pleassssse do, I would just love that" Janus may be trashed but xey still knew sarcasm. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending who you are, Patton did not.

"yayyy! This is gonna be great!!"

Virgil butted in then, waving around the bottle he was holding "hold on, just holllld on a minute there, you're planning to set up that" he vaugly gestured in Janus' direction "with Princy??? Xey've known her for what, 4 minutes? Life isn't a disney movie"

"Dare I detect a hint of jealousy there emo?" Janus purred "am I that lovable?" Xey hiccuped.

"ooooooooh" Patton leaned into the circle, loving the drunk drama.

"wouldn't you like to know weather boy" Virgil droned back, finishing off the bottle.

"Honey, I would dare ssay that was a yesss"

"nO"

"oooooo, you liiiiike meeeEe"

"you disgust me"

"kinky"

Patton shook his hands excitingly at them, nearly hitting Virgil, causing them to shut up. "I can't believe you're finally open to a relationship after what happened! With my best friend no least! Boy did I try to get you to go on more dat--" Patton suddenly clasped his hands over his mouth as if he just said something nasty.

.

.

Everyone went silent. Janus stared at Patron, xeir mouth slightly parted. Virgil laughed nervously to try and break the tension. It sounded strained.

Janus began to speak to stop Patton from starting to spout drunken apologies. "Well thatssss jusst a liee, I've dated pleeenty of people over..well...that...period..of time."

Everyone went silent again, not quite sure on what to say.

Virgil's anxiety was heightening due to the social awkwardness and the influence of the alcohol.

Patton was fidgeting in his lap.

It was Janus yet again who broke the uncomfortable atmosphere.

"Sssso, *hic* you ssaid you wanted me to go out with thisss idiot?"

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and we meet our boi virgil

context is for losers

i could of probably cut out unnecessary things in that but y'know I'm new and I like it

these posts will be in chronological order, unless flashback, but it's not following a set-in-stone story line, so asks are, yet again, much appreciated.

I procrastinated too much during the making of this