#and they thought it was funny so it became an inside joke and now they're all inseparable

[leofromsomewhere]

clone wars high school au but the events of the show are actually happening in the d&d club

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐎𝐃 𝐦𝐞𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: fluffy fluff

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

a/n: With each tf141 guy, they're single when they're admirers.

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄: You had been married to Price for two years now, and the team knew you quite well. So well, that their name for you is 'Mrs Captain.' You had a different kind of friendship with each of your husbands work friends/teammates. With Gaz, he was a sweetheart. Loved when you mothered him a little, jokingly calls you and Price his parents. Ghost has respect for you - high respect. He's someone that you knew you can rely on when things start to turn ugly. But with Soap - my god, all he did was flirt with you.

You took it as a joke for a while, until one night when the five of you were at the bar, Johnny had one two many drinks and practically expressed his undying love for you:

"Mrs Cap," he started to say, a holding the outside wall for support.

"Yes, Johnny?" you said, chuckling at his drunkenness.

"If Mr Cap evah broke yer heart, I-I'd break his face-"

"Oh, well...than-" but he cut you off before you could finish.

"I love ya tha' much bonnie, die for ya I would."

Your eyes had then flicked up to the person who was walking towards you. You weren't sure how your husband was going to react...

𝐆𝐀𝐙: The amount of pride Kyle has for you is insane. He couldn't wait to tell the other guys about you. With more and more information, Kyle never realised he was making one of his teammates fall in love with you.

Ghost was always eavesdropping on the conversations that you and Kyle had over the phone. Was the first to look at any selfies you sent or carepackages. But he tried not to make it too obvious. Plus, he was happy that Kyle had found someone. Even if that someone was you.

𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐏: One of the biggest joys about your fiance, was his humour and how you had the exact same type. You two always found something to laugh about. There were so many inside jokes between you two. The understanding in your relationship was on a whole other level. Soap knew he was going to marry you.

Gaz was nearly green with jealousy. Whenever he saw you, all these feelings hit him straight in the gut. You were his type; funny, witty and passionate. And your loyalty was clear. But Gaz had to let it go. It hurt, hurt so bad. But he had to let the thought of you and him go.

𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓: Being a newly wed to Ghost was the exact same as being his girlfriend. He looked after you properly from the beginning. Ghost never wanted you to feel unloved, unwanted or undesired. He worked so hard to show you how much he needed you and your relationship was great.

Except... you kept getting small gifts in the mail, sometimes letters flowers, twice you had been sent jewellery. But there was never any name; no inclination to who it could be. It wasn't until you brought it to Simon's attention that it became a serious matter.

But never in a million years did Ghost think his own Captain would do something like this.

[monarisse]

— The Hex paradox [arthur nightingale x gn!drifter]

Arthur asks, why are you still here.

You can't believe that he thinks you see them as pets.

SFW, second pov, hurt/comfort, misunderstanding, angst with a happy ending | 3.6k

ao3

There is a flex of a hand — meat under the skin is terribly tense, just like their owner. Long unclipped nails, map of the old scars with pigment just a little bit lighter than everything else. Further: burn, raw marks from laser. Further: a contaminated virus from the elder beast of Deimos. Further-

This is just a body that holds your consciousness when there are no more metallic constructs of dead people that should be controlled. It was... actually, not so horrible to unfold the truth behind the creations of Ballas. Or others. There was always something more than you in these turned-to-be-bones metallic wires and engines. Always lurking in shadow; just not enough to be found, but enough to feel the sudden twitch of a cobalt fingers or unknown step of feet. Sometimes, even more: dance with a weapon, full of joy; murmur in an unknown language; search for something behind the back. Unnecessary. Unasked. Unprovoked. But... familiar, almost to the pain in your drifting mind.

It's ironic — that they all called you The Drifter. Not The Operator — not anymore, at least. Even if there was someone, in this time of the universe, who would gladly use this title on you, it would not be the truth. And you will not allow it. Hundreds of years after all of this, there would be a child with angry eyes and a thirst for power, who changed too much and too little to be completely you again. So you give them the future and keep yourself in the past — it seems right. Especially because (it's ill-fitting, it's wrong, and it's foolish, but deep down it's what makes them and you one person), The Operator can't travel here. They ask in rare times together how it was.

And for you, it's never "was." It's still here.

———

After winter, spring and summer together, they became steadier, softer. Smoother. Happier. Amir sleeps better. Angered only by some unnecessary presence before, now Quincy finds serenity, covering your back on missions. Aoi plays on the borrowed piano from the music store, and Eleanor whispers in your mind stories that she read in the past about Great Britain. Sharpened on the edges Lettie, today holds her hand to yours, so her beasts could crawl on the skin of this body with hushed squeaks, smelling with their little noses acid and kerosene, that scaldra pours on you every day. Lettie clicks her tongue in disappointment when she sees a new wound on the meat of shoulder — because in this body you can't heal as fast as they, and it's hypocritical to come out of frame when they're — the Mighty Hex, batch of soldiers of the future, your Friends, in the end — still here. And-

It's so. Fucking. Funny. A snicker falls from your lips before you can stop it.

Lettie furrows her eyebrows. In her eyes — something eats the previous light joke and fills it with thick tension.

"What did he do?" Anita squeaks, runs to her siblings, and you just blink.

"Who?"

Oh, it's not a secret. You... can guess who she talks about. And Lettie knows it.

"¡Pendejo! You know who. Don't play an owl with me."

Sharp teeth of the future crash into each other. Smile on these lips — sugary sweet from lies. This is not something new. How many people "The Great Hero" of the New War has deceived around the years of the Narmer regime?

"Nothing. Why you-"

She smacks your arm.

"Shut up. Don't want to hear your explanations. His brooding takes its toll on you," she painstakingly cleans her fingers from void-touched blood. From all of them, Eleanor is one who can feel lies, but Leticia is... another deal. She doesn't have the need to hear your thoughts. Magic of doctors, you guess.

It's strange that she cares about you. After all, these six are a team. And the seventh angle doesn't belong in the hexagon, even if it forces itself inside.

But, for Lettie, you let it slide. Hold her palm in yours and blink a little bit slower.

"I take care of that. Promise"

———

You know it — even too much of something good can be poisonous. Like trivia: this body was not ready for the delicious food that they have here, so on one night with beer and Hex you threw up in the bathroom on the second floor. But... Compare this and... your genuine worry for Nightingale seems like a wrong play of komi, where no one could win.

Worse: you remember Umbra. His blind eye and this wordless trust between him and The Operator. This wordless care that travels with them everywhere. How could you not feel envy when this child not only found the way from Zariman 10-0, but even saved the frame that could think without Tenno? Well, now you have protoframes. They joke with you in their bones, and they help you when it becomes unbearable — this world, this time, this loop. So why, when you stretch out your hand only how you can, it turns out... It is too much. Or too little.

And... what even happens in this thick skull of his, when he abruptly leaves a conversation on KIM, then agrees on Amir's play and, after... drowns you in questions?

Broadsword

So what is it? Pity? Or are you stupid as well as crazy?

Broadsword

Stop dodging! Why. Are. You. Still. Here?!

There is a reminiscence of a dull ache from Duviri. Another swing of an axe above the head. Endless swirl of colors. And buzzing in the skull. This body trembles, unable to comprehend all emotions from a feverish mind, and you pull your hand to clean your face from... something. Anything.

How could he even ask this shit? Like you some bystander that already left them after a week of knowing, just to start a new adventure far far away. Like you didn't search abandoned markets for his favorite beer, didn't bring special ammunition to Quincy, didn't practice with Aoi and Amir on the transmission of intel. Just some guest, not important to add in their ranks.

Nidus quietly shrieks when you transfer back to him. It is something of a habit. You can't even feel the exact moment when his broad frame already exits the backroom, too busy with boiling emotions inside your mind (the biggest question there: what if Kid would be able to help them without this mess of emotions. What if Hex liked the Operator more?).

Höllvania Central Mall never sleeps. Especially now, when there are not seven, but many more breathing shadows waiting for the other day to live, so... It is a little bit of awakening — see disbelief and caution in the eyes of bystanders when the form of Nidus makes his way from the second floor to the first in one jump. But still not enough to stop the heavy steps of the infested frame.

He's in his usual spot, crouched between some ammo for his rifle and computer, and Arthur... seems a little bit surprised. Like it wasn't you who he wrote just seconds ago.

Pity. He called your carefully crafted relationships with the Hex "pity." And you, yourself: crazy and stupid.

"You could just-" There is something more behind his dazed expression, some dark undertone, but it is not about him. Not anymore.

"How could you," Nidus freezes like a mannequin in the doorframe. This body constructs itself right against Nightingale; scarred fingers cling to his shoulder to feel something else beside the usual eerie words of KIM-messages and hushed phrases under the sick sky. His brows rise up even more now, "How could you even think of something like that!"

Arthur's lips twitch.

Prince of fire Lodun, in all his ugly glory, paints your mind with blood and red.

"It's bothering me already enough time to just let it slide," his words twist something in the pit of your stomach, and Lodun's voice screeches somewhere around the frontal lobe. He shouldn't say such words to you. It is blasphemy. Lie. His hand rips your own from himself almost like you hurt him, and the scar around the palm that he left you with starts to pulsate, "You walk around the Mall like everything is okay and we're not just some dead meat to your future."

He is poisonous. Some sort of divine punishment for you, as if you didn't suffer enough for years and years of survival. There are no more light jokes, no more strange, vigorous words with the undertone of something bigger. Only a stern glance on this body.

Prince Lodun fist his finger and crack another hole in your mind walls.

Body of the Drifter winces.

"Are you fucking kidding?" teeth clacks. The jaw's strained to its limit. All of this time together, just drained in the sink, "What do you think? That I stayed here just to forget about you all in the next minute?"

He doesn't need to say it aloud. The answer is written on his face already, and it's making Lodun more loud in your mind.

"How many times have you already done that?"

Lodun roars. This head is pounding.

"What?!"

It's unbelievable. He looks at you with such a sardonic expression, as if he knows that you did something so bad that you even can't stand with him in one room, and... you want to go right in his head to fucking show Arthur how terribly wrong he is.

The worst of all: he keeps going.

"It's convenient, isn't it? To play "friends" with people you can just leave behind," his grip tightens, and Arthur steps forward. A little more and it would become a fight.

You hold back. Just a little bit, but the patience in this body already wears itself.

"So that's what's stuck in your head?" You snarl, "Not bad enough, don't you think?" One step to him, and you feel — one more, and you can crash in his metallic chest. Eyes squint, "Make me a villain more, why not? Maybe I should take control of one of you and dispose of everyone else, huh?" Luscinia weeps in the corner of your mind with these harsh words, but you are unable to hear her — spiral of Loduns anger in its all-power captured you. There is something of a hurt in Arthur's face. But you only use his own method on him. It's almost like he didn't think of this — that you could use his friends against him or even make him a bystander in the nonexistent massacre.

"You can," his voice drops lower. Grip tightens even more — soon bones in this body would be broken by his fingers. "So I advise you to stop pretending like we're important to you," Nightingale bends his head, and you can see the hues of his blind eye for the first time, "and put us all out of this misery."

You're tugging this hand away — alas, it's not working, and a wave of dull pain passes through the body. He never thought that it was as hard for you as for them.

Luscinia crying. The Sorrowful Soprano of Duviri weeping like a mother who lost something too precious for her, and with Loduns anger, it's too much to feel in one moment. Your mind makes itself the battleground of the old Tales.

You want to say: maybe you're right.

You want to say: maybe I should just leave things like they are.

But... the Hex already made themselves important for you. So much that you gladly would stay here forever, with this ancient technology and people of the past. The Operator has their people. Why shouldn't you have yours?

You take a deep breath. Close tired eyes.

"If you think that I should go, I'll do it." There is something too heavy in these words, so you can't raise this head anymore, with your gaze a little bit blurry. Not from tears, "You all became too important for me, so if it would be better for Hex, I'll be gone to my time."

You know: without you, they will all be dead in the New Year of 1999. The reactor will blow up, and Arthur will bleed on the floor of the radiated room, near the bodies of Aoi and Amir.

And you can just feel the power of Spiral, to send it all back in January, to start again.

"Don't make yourself a martyr. You can leave when you want."

That's it.

You snap.

"My fucking Sol," you twitch this head, "you are as dense as Razorback," Nightingale becomes a little bit puzzled by the unknown comparison, but you continue, "What should I say? "Sorry, Arthur, I stayed here because I know that without me you all will die." Your voice becomes louder and louder; it breaks in some words, and you feel: the dam was broken, "And I developed feelings for you, and all of this embarrassing flirting was so bad because I had never done it before? You know, because I was trapped all of my youth in an endless loop of my own death, and I didn't even think that I could feel something like that"," his grip finally becomes loose, and you break the palm from him, only to point the finger at Arthur, "Everyone knows about it. I thought that you-"

Wait. You thought that he already knew about your feelings for him — it was so obvious that Eleanor even asked you not to think about her brother on united missions. But... You shut this mouth and looked at Arthur. He's... flagger-basted. No more anger in his eyes, only genuine surprise, and — worst of all — he continues to keep silent.

"Great," you roll this eyes. Fuck it. Maybe he knew, just feelings weren't mutual, and Nightingale didn't acknowledge it, to leave things as they were. But now you spelled it all aloud, and there is only one way to turn it back. Maybe... no. You don't want it.

Sol, you should just go to the backroom and decay in some corner.

You take a deep breath.

"I'll be going to throw up somewhere on the second floor from embarrassment," you transfer back to Nidus, "don't message me," and head towards the escalator.

Worst: he didn't even stop you.

———

Quincy screams in your comm and it's almost unbearable how he just throws a stash of Scaldra supply on the garage floor, just to head back to civilians in the old supermarket without another word to you.

Blew up the tank without care of flying too far away to not be hurt; melted one of the other stashes; almost got Kalymos dead. You've gone more hectic. But it's still better than lying on a couch with nausea and a sorrowful expression (it's still better than nothing — you remind yourself — you still feel something, and it's better than apathy).

Funny: if the Kid could see you, they would be furious. Throwing some tantrum about how such a mindless thing would wreck you, The Drifter, to some pathetic ordinary human. They were always like this: more hard than you, more prideful. They could chew Arthur's words and twist them so much that the man would not be sure what he even wants anymore. But the Operator is too far away. And you are too arrogant to travel back to them. Lotus would calm you down, embrace you in a motherly hold; however... you don't want it right now. One thing that surely helps: killing. Scaldra or Techrot — doesn't matter.

"I'm worried about you," tells Aoi when the sharp talons of Garuda give her a package full of CDs, "I heard your argument with Arthur." She seems a little bit sheepish, but... you know, that you actually can trust her. Of all Hex, Aoi is the most understandable. You can tell her all your worries, and she wouldn't laugh or write off your feelings. "It's hard with him sometimes, but Arthur cares about us all," of course he is, "you included."

You hum. The sound comes a little bit muffled.

"I'm sure." No, you're not, but there is no need to talk about it right now. Aoi squints her eyes in disbelief. "Sorry, Aoi. It's between me and him and i-"

"Drifter," his voice is too loud in Aoi's lair, but you don't turn to Nightingale. Maybe he will disappear if you don't acknowledge his presence. "We need to talk," Morohoshi shows some kind of gesture that you don't recognize, with her big finger pointed out, and she shakes her head, smiling.

If there were only two of you, you'd find a reason to just vanish in the air.

Damn. Why is it harder than killing an archon with a bow?

"Alright," you sign. Garuda turns around to Excalibur and he is already heading somewhere in an unknown destination.

What does he want to say? That he made a decision to stay with you on friendly terms so that you could save Hex's lives? That he'll save them by himself? Good luck with that. You'll still be here, even if he wants to banish you from others, just not in his line of sight. And when clocks turn 23:56 without catastrophe, you'll let them go and transfer yourself back to Loid, to solve problems of Deimos.

It's some sort of warehouse — you've never been here before, and it's strange how music from the hall becomes only disoriented muffles when Arthur closes the door. You stand a little bit farther from him than usual — not to make yourself comfortable here.

Arthur leans on some kind of cabinet.

Heavy silence falls on you two.

And when you think that this was a bad idea — to come here with him — Arthur starts talking.

"You know that all my life I was a military man," he spins that damn sword — Arthur's voice... not so loud. He speaks almost carefully, like his words already were chosen before this talk, and... you don't know what to think about. Emotion without name, without personification in Tales of Duviri, born in a pit of stomach, "and... I think I was ready to leave some things behind," he's not looking at you; his gaze stops on scratches on the floor, "because there was not enough time, or... I didn't try to understand others more."

You gulp. Garuda's scales tremble.

"And I tend to search for enemies where there aren't any." Finally, Arthur looks at you. There is more than tiredness from endless nights; quiet longing, a hint of uncertainty, something... tender.

He sighs.

"And," Arthur chuckles, and you grit your own teeth, thrashing about to step from Garuda or stay in her bones, "I'm not even entirely human. I mean, look at me," he gestures at the metal skin of his body, "not a usual choice of the mass."

Still, it's better to talk face to face. Especially on topics like that, you make a decision in one moment, to reappear beside him in another.

"Arthur," your own voice strained with hoarse hesitation, "you're a good person. You shouldn't talk about yourself like that." There is a hint of a smile in the corner of his lips, and Arthur blinks a little bit slower.

"You're always saying such things that give me hope." Spinning of his blade comes to an end, and the warehouse becomes more... steady. Peaceful.

Nightingale clears his throat.

"Did you mean it?" comes almost in a whisper, "that you have... feelings. For me."

You tear your gaze from him and put it down, not able to look in his eyes. Yes. It is definitely harder than killing an archon.

Fingers dip in the elbows.

"Yes."

Nothing more. Just a short, clear answer to put any misunderstanding behind.

Remarkably, the stomach stops swirling. All of this body became... calm, like all the worries just disappeared with this one word. Even if Arthur doesn't feel the same, you are glad that you two talked about it. Finally, you can open a new page in-

"It's mutual."

What?

You snap this head to him, and, for the first time in an eternity, you see Arthur smiling. Without some undertone in it, without pressure. Just a clear, happy smile on his scarred face, and you even see some little dimples on his cheeks.

And, maybe it's too early and you should wait some time to do such things, but these hands — your hands — reach out to him, to bury your fingers in his hair and press an uncertain but full-of-burning-emotions kiss to his lips.

It's raw — skin to skin, first too gentle to feel something more than the texture of others, but with every passing moment, all of this bottling adoration for him seeps through the motion. And Arthur answers you, laying his metallic palm in the crook of your neck, to deepen the kiss — he opens his mouth, presses you to himself more, to finally give you something that you wanted too long to confess.

In reality, it's still better than in imagination.

When there is not enough air in your lungs, when your shuddered inhale mixes with his own and both of you break away for a moment, you press your forehead to Arthur's, holding onto his shoulder.

"You know," he starts after a moment of silence, with a voice a little bit rough on the edges. You open your eyes and move your head a little bit to look at him once more. Cold fingers start to play with the strands of your hair. "If someone had told me that I would want to kiss someone from the future who trespassed my mind, I think I would kill them," Arthur breathlessly laughing and-

"Sol, you're unbelievable." You smack his shoulder and move to get out from his grip, but Nightingale presses you even more into himself, and you feel how his laughter starts to seep through your bones.

"You're stuck with me now. No refunds, sweets." Arthur pressed a chaste kiss on the crown of your head, and... you hug him, closing your eyes back.

The Harbinger of Joy, Mathilda, smiles for the first time in what feels like eternity.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Sonny boy

Funny Sonny x male reader

You're one of the new guys becoming a member of the Vandals, amd quickly become friends with Sonny.

🚬 🚬 🚬

It had been a week since you had gotten the official yes to join the Vandals. You had shown up at the picnic you caught wind of and disn't waste any time to work for those colors. During the picnic you became friendly with most of the members there, as well as their other new friend Sonny. You learned he had been a friend of the club for a while now, hanging out with them but never changing his colors.

There was a party going on tonight, everyone joined in a ratty home. Beers flowing and pot smoking, campfires that were clearly illegal outside too.

Illegal or now, around said campfire is where you found yourself. Chatting with Sonny who had found you after he had made his rounds inside, and some others who joined and only bragged about the woman they got to bone for their initiation.

"That's all they can talk about. Beer and girls.." A huffed laugh was all you had in you to add, taking a swig from your beer.

"Why dontcha go have your turn? Is your party too." The way Sonny asked it wasn't pressuring, but more of a wonder why. All the others had swarmed inside to go stick their dick in something, but you hadn't.

"Not my type," 'not into girls' was what you wanted to say, but that could lead to problems you didn't want to think about at all. "Besides, not a fan of sharing someone who's been used by god knows how many drunken bikers."

Sonny let out a laugh, a genuine one that warmed you on the inside, as oposed to the fire only warming your knees and the beers you took. "Yeah I get that. Don't wanna end up with yer dick itchin' like hell. Makes riding a hassle."

This time it was your turn to laugh, imagining those guys swerving and barely being abble to ride in a straight line because they're too busy scratching their junk.

Sonny enjoyed listening to you laugh, and decided to make an effort of keeping up the jokes so he could keep enjoying the sounds.

You spent all your time around the fire, rotating whoever joined you for a short while before moving on again. Except you and Sonny, who kept watch over the fire until it was nothing but simmering embers.

"Think I'm heading home for the night. Don't feel like carrying drunks to whoever's couch is closest." You made an effort to get up and put the empty bottles somewhere easy to clean up, Sonny follwing you and heading back inside to do his rounds of goodbyes before heading out too. It was time to head out.

Walking back outside the first thing he noticed was you, pacing by your bike with a hand in your hair.

"For fuck's sake.." There was no way you were going to be able to go home with your bike like this.

"Hey, 'sup? Thought ya were going home." Sonny's voice made you stop your pacing and let out a frustrated groan. As Sonny walked up to you your rant began, angry with whoever took your bike parts and made sure you weren't getting home if you didn't get it fixed.

Normally Sonny would be all for these kind of initiation jokes, but he wasn't feeling it tonight. "Must have been 'cus you didn't bone the lady." He gave you a pat on the shoulder, squeezing it and pulling you along with him. "You good leaving your bike here? I got a motel room closeby, we'll get parts and fix it tomorrow first thing."

You gave his option a thought. His motel was the closest, and asking him to give you a ride home and then go all the way back would take him ages. Plus, he'd have to come get you tomorrow morning anyways to go get your bike fixed.

"If you're sure it won't be a problem." You wanted to jump up and say yes immediately, but you were affraid the enthousiasm might scare him off.

"Come on, roll it to the side over there." Sonny never got less handsy, moving you beside your bike so you could roll it to a more secure place.

Even back at his bike when he got on, his hand found your thigh to stabilize you as you took your seat behind him. "Hold on tight, you know how it goes."

With your hands on him his hands found yours to reposition them before riding off to the motel.

Once you made it inside it was unclear how you were going to be staying here overnight with just one flimsy bed.

Sonny saw you stare and could see the gears turning in your head, quickly moving to reassure you it was fine. He made his way over to the couch that until now had been undiscovered because of the amount of stuff that covered it.

"No way. I'm not letting you sleep on the couch just because I'm here. I'll take it." In your eyes Sonny was already doing a lot for you by taking you here and now he was offering you his bed? In any other way you would have accepted his offer and made the comment of sharing it, but you'd better keep that quiet for now.

Sonny had swiftly gone to clean up the couch and drape himself over it, tossing his jacket aside and stripping down to just his pants and a simple shirt to sleep in, laying down with a satisfied smile.

You didn't have anything on you, so you were sleeping in the shirt you had been wearing all day and probably reeked of beer thanks to the drunkards inside the house, but you were so nose-blind right now you couldn't tell.

Taking off your layers in front of Sonny was a little awkward, but exciting too. You kept your back turned to him, placing your clothes next to the bed before getting under the blanket so you didn't catch Sonny staring at all.

You both slept fine that night and you woke up to Sonny coming back into the room and patting you on the arm to get your attention.

"Morning, got breakfast from across the street. Guessed what you'd like so I hope it's good." Sonny somehow felt bad for you, with your bike taken apart for the initiation bullshit, even while back home he was one of the guys who'd be pulling that shit to the newbies all the time. Why was this different?

"Oh shit, thanks man." You followed Sonny's movements and got your ass out of bed, getting dressed and joining him on the couch for breakfast.

Sonny offered you a cup of black coffee and a bunch of cream and sugar to add to your liking and let you have first pick of the foods he brought. Fuck, why was he so goddamn kind? You were already weak to his charms, but him having to be the absolute sweetest guy too had you almost on your knees.

You shared breakfast in comfortable silence before making your way to Sonny's bike where he had another cigarette while you talked over the plan for your bike.

You headed over to the club to find the parts you were missing and quickly found every piece taken off your bike set aside with the needed tools to place them back.

At least the ones who took it were kind enough to put it up for grabs.

The ride back to the old house was a nice one. A great view and an amazing bikerider to hold on to.

Once you made it back to your bike, Sonny took all the stuff from the satchels and made his way over with you.

Now, you were no mechanic. You knew your basics but were still learning, and Sonny caught onto that quickly. "Lemme show you how to fix this."

The two of you sat down shoulder to shoulder as Sonny talked throigh the steps while he worked, handing you tools and parts to put back yourself as well. Pretty quickly your bike was back to its former glory again, running perfectly.

"Thanks, man. I don't know what to do to repay you. You've been so kind." You didn't know what to do or how to act, you were so happy it was fixed now.

"Neh, you're good. It's what we do, right? Help eachother out." Without a second thought you had lunged forward and grabbed Sonny in a hug, moving without thinking and kissing his cheek in thanks.

Panic set in the second you realized what you did, praying he'd shrug it off as thanks. Meanwhile Sonny's mind ran a mkllion miles a minute, not a bike in the world that was able to keep up with his racing thoughts. Was this why he was so bothered by thr initiation? Why je was suddenly so helpful? When he pulled apart there was a glimpse of looking each other in the eyes, but before you had a chance to register what went through his he had pulled you back in by the back of your head and latched his lips onto yours in a clumsy kiss.

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A/N: Writing a male reader again after a while. I hope it comes across properly!!

[faytelumos]

Dude the way I'm eating your tags like they're my last meal on death's row!! I'll do the same here. Can you IMAGINE the standard Thomas sat when he became a father.

This wild, rowdy, firecracker of a man Gotham grew from golden soil and made him dirty, becoming a dad? Oh man.

Especially in the black and white era, where the most proficient job you could have in Gotham was a gangster. Second was a thief. Third was politician, but they mean the same thing anyway.

No man was particularly attached to fatherhood, " Yeah, I see my brats once a week. "

" Sheesh, you're lucky. I had to cut back work when my wife delivered. I just don't get why I have to do be there. What's your stance on that, Thomas? Does the husband have to be there?"

Thomas, smiling like a feral tiger: You know I delivered my baby, right?

OOOKAY, I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS!

Okay, be Thomas Wayne, doctor, philanthropist, old money, living in Gotham with your beautiful wife and your beautiful boyfriend, and you're having a son.

(Martha makes a funny joke about needing more girls in the house, and Alfred reminds her she throws most of her feminine relationships away after a month and a half.)

This is Gotham city. This place breeds corruption and desperation like a petri dish. You inherited the role of a founding family heir from a father you never liked and every secret organization and mobster has been trying to put you in their pocket since.

And now you have a beautiful, tender, delicate baby boy.

Absolute fucking terror.

This boy is going to be a target for every walk of life from the ground to the sky. This boy is going to get seductive offers to corruption every day, this boy is going to be a walking paycheck for anyone who's in trouble, this boy is small, and vulnerable, and yours, and he's meat and money to everyone else out there.

His future is altogether uncertain, but there's a million possibilities out there, and most of them are terrible, and it's the worst kind of anxiety.

On top of this, based on your fic, Thomas did not have any kind of healthy relationship with his dad.

This makes it so much harder. Now you're Thomas, worried to death that the world is gonna eat your son alive, and wondering what kind of father you're gonna be.

Fatherhood and manliness are two toxic chemicals that mix into the water as far as Thomas can tell. Maybe Tommy can sleep a little easier knowing Alfred will be there, knowing Bruce's other father won't be taking Tommy's shit, will also be looking out for his boy. Maybe having such a good person there, too, will protect Bruce from the boogeyman inside every other man that is Fatherhood.

Because Thomas never met a father he liked. Thomas hated Ben. And he's so terrified he's going to be just like him.

But besides all of this, Thomas is here, now, holding his newborn baby in his hands. It was crazy getting ready for it — everyone was asking him if it was really a good idea for him to be delivering his own baby, but honestly, he would never forgive himself if he missed that chance. It was crazy, because Martha, his absolute fireworks show, his light in the dark, was soldiering through all of the contractions and the pain all the way to the delivery room. And Alfred's just outside, putting out fires all over the manor as they get ready for a bump turned into a baby, Tommy's rock calmly pacing and bringing order and certainty to a day so very full of chaos and fear.

And it's a lot. It's so much. But in the scrubs, with the mask and the gloves, Tommy's hands are steady and he breathes evenly, and he holds his wife's and child's lives in those hands, and he loves them endlessly. Nothing can go wrong, and he wouldn't trade the chance to be there for both of them through this for anything.

He's scared, of himself, of Gotham, but as his little boy's growing up, he just takes the moments he can get and he does everything in his power to make his little mini-me boy as happy as physically possible. He takes every moment to give Bruce what he wanted at that age.

[mango-fizz]

ohh yeah im reminded, your pinned is your (very cool) agent headcanons, do you have any for the idols you'd wanna talk about? i'm wondering

i KNOW you gotta have some for Shiver at least

sorry for the late reply ^-^

AAAAAAAAAAAAA ok.

Callie:

Let's address the elephant in the room here let's talk about the Great Splatfest War of 2016. So, obviously, Callie lost. The Squid Sisters Stories permanently changed my brain chemistry fr. Marie doesn't even know how her cousin is doing. She wonders if she hates her. She wonders if maybe it's her fault for winning that they're drifting away. And Callie never gives any indication of how she feels about it. They literally go out to eat together, go shopping and hang out just like old times, and they don't talk about it, cause things are fragile between them, even if they don't realize it, and Callie is fine! Everything is fine. Sure Marie is looking a little more down than usual but she's probably just tired. Everything is fine, Callie is fine. 

Just don't think about how they're too busy to see each other anymore, how they barely talk anymore, how the Splatfest results deems Marie legally better than Callie, how maybe this idol shit isn't really worth it anymore, especially not if it's just going to be Callie, and Marie. They're supposed to be "The Squid Sisters," right? They're in this together, right? But still she says nothing. Because she’s Callie! The happy fun energetic lovable goofball that makes everyone smile! But really she's so sick of it. She's sick of the cameras, and she's sick of people bringing up her loss and she’s sick of feeling jealous of Marie. 

She feels guilty about it, really, how could she feel that way towards her sister? It's not right. She's sick of it, but it's so drilled into her it's like second nature to smile and nod during talk shows, or give the same lighthearted and agreeable response of “Team Callie did their very best, and we’ll get 'em next time! ⭐” But when Octavio offers her a deal, regardless of whether or not she knew she would be hypnotized, she takes it, because she needs an out. And she certainly isn't telling Marie. 

Now this was before, of course. It's not like that anymore. But I'd say she’s still the best at getting into “idol mode” out of all of them, with Shiver as a close second. I have a friend who thinks it's hilarious how quickly I switch from “AARRGHGH FUCKKKKK” to “Well anyway let’s do something else now” in like a second, it's a pretty funny bit imo but like Callie does this professionally. I think she prolly has a lot of pent up anger she likes to release in turf wars with her big ass dynamo lmao. Also she’s older than Marie. 

Marie:

Marie really blames herself for everything lmao. Her fault for winning, her fault for not checking in with Callie, her fault that Octavio broke out and took Callie with him. Maybe she should've been more attentive, more considerate. Maybe she shouldn't have talked to Callie that way, before, maybe she should've appreciated their relationship and let her know how much she cared, how much she loves her. Maybe Callie really does hate her. She would deserve it, honestly. 

I already said most of the Callie v Marie thoughts, so I don't wanna be redundant. They made up and became best friends again yippee! I think maybe Marie is a little Extra attentive to Callie now as a result though.

What else… hmmmmm Marie likes to drink. This is more of an inside joke than a headcanon, but honestly it might be real… oh also, Marie learned to shoot from her grandpa since they both use chargers. According to Callie, Marie can look at spreadsheets for hours without getting tired, and I think that's so sexy. But she's also notoriously bad at keeping a healthy sleep schedule lmao. Coffee. 

I think Marie has generally mellowed out since the whole incident, but it just kinda comes with growing up, yknow? She still definitely keeps her dry sarcastic humor though. Just less mean. She has perhaps like a performatively reluctant soft spot for Deep Cut. She might feel strangely responsible for them as their boss.

Pearl:

I don't acknowledge the splatoon manga but i think Emperor and Prince (Prinz?) being Pearl’s little brothers is so adorable. She thinks they're very cute, whenever they see each other she pinches their cheeks type shit, and they're all “wahh sis you're embarrassing meee” and so on and so forth. Pearl and Marina live together in Pearl’s mansion, yes? Yes. Maybe she likes to spoil Marina with gifts, which she sheepishly accepts. After the events of Octo Expansion, she lets Eight stay with them for a while as she gets her bearings in Inkopolis.  

Marina:

I don't know why but I lk don't really have many hcs about marina idk maybe she's just perfect the way she is. I think she teaches Eight Inklish. Eight probably looks up to her a lot since they have some (pretty important) things in common, and Marina absolutely does not take that fact for granted. She wants to be the best role model she possibly can, not just for Eight but also for any Octoling who escapes the domes.

Frye:

Ok so Frye was raised by her grandpa cause her parents spend most of their time traveling. She has one younger brother and two younger twin sisters. Her grandfather owns a dance school I think? Frye would often skip out on practice. These aren't really hcs they're actually straight up canon I just need to remember wtf is going on lmao

Ok so I think frye is the leader of deep cut

I KNOW I KNOW JUST WAIT LISTEN

I simply think she has leader potential. I'm a really big fan of characters with outwardly laid-back and cheerful personalities being quite terrifying when they get serious. And especially considering Frye’s home life, I think she probably has that grandfatherly wisdom to her yknow what i mean? She'd probably get along pretty well with Cuttlefish somehow,, that would be funny. She comes up with the escape plans for Deep Cut’s raids, she's good at improvising and sticking to her decisions. It’s like driving a car, once you make the decision to change lanes you have to stick to it and you can’t hesitate or else you'll crash. She’s different from Shiver in this aspect, but I’ll get more into that later. And then at the end Shiver and Big Man are all frazzled n shit and Frye is perfectly intact and she's like "See? Told ya it'll be fine!"

I think Frye has the, how do you say, oldest child tendency to become a weird parental figure to their younger siblings? Maybe not quite to that extent, but she definitely feels a certain . Something like that. Maybe. Not like her parents are ever around much either, and her grandpa’s getting old. 

But between bandit stuff and Splatsville duties I imagine it can be kind of difficult to keep up! I actually can’t decide if Deep Cut live in their respective clan estates or if they all move out into a rinky dink apartment to focus on their own things. I mean, their clans are the most important in Splatsville I Assume, right? Like it's probably like a pretty big generational household type shit right? I imagine this is where Deep Cut grew up, but maybe as they matured and decided they would do music (and bandit) stuff they all moved in together? That's sort of what I have in my mind. 

Big Man:

Wait isn't he literally the owner of like a dance school ..? or a music school..? No, it was a dance school. That's so crazy lmao. Kind of hard as fuck. Idk what to write for big man i'm gonna be real. I think he often watches out for the other two cause they tend to be reckless of course. But when it comes to protecting them he would literally do anything. 

This is crazy but he kind of reminds me of Min Yoongi. They're both well known music producers with many collabs under their belt, they're both kind of quiet mellow individuals and care deeply for their band members. Can play many instruments. Highly intelligent . Should BM have a rapper debut. who knows 

Shiver:

Let's get this out of the way first. I am projecting onto shiver every second of the day 24/7 365 even right now as we speak. Not everything, mind you, but certain things. And you'll never know which ones hehehehe 😈

So I think Shiver might have had a pretty strict home life. Now I don't know how she feels about her parents, she's never told me, but what I do think is that she has huge perfectionist habits. Huge. There's not much room for mistakes in her life. She likes to be good at things, and if she's not, then she'll practice and practice and practice until she gets it . Perfectly. Even if it means sacrificing other things, sometimes. She liked pleasing her parents. Good grades, good Stringer skills, good singing, good training with Master Mega. Sometimes it was a little overbearing. Maybe she doesn't want to be perfect all the time. But she has to be, because she's a Hohojiro.

So Shiver was the one most excited about moving out of the clan estates, but somehow I think she manages to keep a good relationship with her parents. Maybe. But still I think she has a lot higher expectations, not just for others but also for herself.

Like I mentioned before, when she's on stage, "the show must go on" is the number one thing. However, off stage, she does have the tendency to get easily frustrated, and she's also very competitive. Sometimes her emotions get the better of her and she can act quite impulsively. 

Shiver had long tentacles when she was younger, then cut them short as an adult.

She's also the youngest sibling. I kind of have the idea that when she was younger she was very uptight and kinda stuffy ? But when she met Frye and Big Man she started opening up more and being more relaxed and outgoing. I think she has so much shark merch.

She definitely likes the attention (and money) she gets from being an idol lmao. I think Shiver is highkey a fr-- [i am dragged off stage]

Now I will link fics I have written that might be relevant Maybe.

thank u for reading im not sure what counts as canon and what counts as hc so i might be missing some things but i did my best to explain what goes on in my brain 😖😖😖 hopefully it makes sense

[dattosdan]

Something people never mention:

Pshh, hey you... Look at these screen caps i took.

Notice something? He said, "GOD" Then paused, and finished his expression of frustration with, "DAMMIT".

So, you might be wondering, what am I getting at here? Well, you see... He said, GOD dammit, and it occurred to me...

How does darkner know of the concept of God? How would they even find out that information? Now there are plenty of darkners who know bits and pieces of knowledge about the dark world, this is to be expected as they are actually objects, and when they became sentient, perhaps they carried knowledge of what they're object form overheard to they're new body.

But like... The town doesn't HAVE a god, they're religion is based off an angel, so i doubt there would really be any conversation involving God that a random card in a school supply closet could overhear.

This doesn't mean i don't think the deltarune world doesn't have the concept of God, it's a whole world, there's probably some other religions around the world, but that the town of deltarune SPECIFICALLY, wouldn't be a town where a mere card could learn of such a concept.

To me, this means one of five things:

Perhaps, although there is an angel at the heart of the towns religion, there is perhaps a god aswell, after all, angels an gods are connected, but this would bring into question would the higher form of power, the god, is not worshipped instead of the angel. Maybe the god is evil or something, or maybe the person who created the religion only knew of the existence of the angel and not the god who could've created it.

Darkners have more knowledge then what they just hear, allthough it is logical that they would only know what they're object forms heard or witnessed, perhaps they have other random knowledge as well, certain npc's like the bosses of each chapter, jevil, and sean, know more knowledge then you would expect them to, so perhaps they are just born with this knowledge inside of them, although people like queen still don't know about the roaring, despite the fact that you would think someone like her would, so this knowledge is pretty inconsistent.

Perhaps he knows about is, due to his knowledge as a retainer to a king, kings are appointed as such by God some would posit, so perhaps as a card darkner, he is just aware of such beings.

Maybe Rouxls is just fricking weird, dude is hella sus so it wouldn't surprise me if he had knowledge like that for actually unknown reasons.

Toby just thought it would be funny and didnt think about it too hard, this is probably the most likely one, (Insert joke about utdr theorists overthinking the games), not everything has answers, toby is just a regular dude, and expecting everything he puts into the game to have meaning and nuance is an unrealistic standard

Let me know what your thoughts on it are, have any other explanations about how rouxls know this? Agree with one of my theories? Found a counterpoint or piece of evidence or something I'm missing? Let me know, reblog, comment, all that stuff.

[lakesparkles]

Guilt (chapter 1 - bjhm fanfiction)

Actually, I'll share two fanfics today since they're for totally different fandoms.

This one is very, VERY self indulgent. I wrote it mostly for myself, but I think there is no problem showing it to other people.

It's all about my AU that Mr Peanutbutter dates both Diane and Guy. I started shipping this not seriously, but now I love them for real. It'll be three chapters long in total, I already finished everything.

Once again, sorry for any mistakes: not only because English is not my first language, but also... I probably got something wrong about Texas or the movies mentioned. And here's something I drew for it:

You can read it on this google doc or under the cut: (5662 words)

Chapter 1 - Guilt

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Upon meeting Mr Peanutbutter after years, Diane tries to get used to a familiar feeling.

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 Honestly, Diane was used to the guilt.

 She used to joke that it was something that had haunted her since she was five, but no one thought that joke was funny. Well, they just didn't understand it, she thought.

  Sometimes she would be sitting at the kitchen table and the feeling would run over her like a truck. The old bitter guilt. She didn't know what she had done wrong though, that didn't stop the feeling from continuing to plague her throughout her life.

  When she was at Boston University, she'd overhear conversations from her deer classmates, who had their own number of inside jokes. They laughed and talked about their "freeze" instinct: something about prey and evolution. Diane might not be a deer, but she related to it in a strange way, and it was not surprising to learn that humans were once hunted too.

 Part of that remained deep in her brain and now expressed itself in the form of guilt. Walking the streets, it was as if she needed to run away, while at the same time she couldn't move a muscle. She felt in danger. Everyone hated her. She had done something wrong.

 But what?

 Having something to feel truly guilty about didn't help, however. All those years had never taught her to get used to the feeling, so it only got twice as bad. Until later. Aside from the unfounded fear, it was like she was being haunted every second of her life.

 She and Guy passed a palm tree on the way to the pharmacy. He had his arm around her neck when he asked "Feeling like LA again?" and that was enough to unlock all the memories she was trying to repress. She laughed as she answered, but the guilt had already set in.

 Pickles had recently been hired as a television show host (along with her new boyfriend. Was he her boyfriend? Diane didn't know that singer, even though he seemed famous). Pickles looked happy, with her tongue hanging out and tail wagging like before.... before she met Diane. Guy surreptitiously switched channels when Diane became static, perhaps already understanding her unspoken feelings.

 It was something she should just get used to….Probably.

 It was expected of her.

 What she didn't expect was to have a new constant reason for guilt.

 "If it isn't my favorite girl on this planet!!"

 She heard him before she even saw him. She barely had time to react before being wrapped in a tight hug, even needing to take a few steps back to keep her balance. Such contact continued for a few seconds, Diane not knowing what to do with her arms and uncomfortably wrapping them around his waist.

 When they separated, Diane had the opportunity to actually observe him. Mr Peanutbutter was staring at her, his brown eyes half closed by the smile that wouldn't leave his face. He looked exactly like he always did. Except not. She was well aware of the resistance that the other had for aging... Or rather, showing it. However, now it was as if he was finally accepting, his fur - naturally extreme yellow - becoming lighter. The region near his muzzle had been the most affected, several white hairs framing the nose. The tips of his ears also had the messiest short hairs, almost lightening too.

Only then did Diane realize that Mr. Peanutbutter was speaking to her:

 "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre made it look so different! Here it's kinda... Cold? And look at the buildings! It wasn't quite what I was expecting."

 "If your Texas home base is The Texas Chainsaw Massacre... You're sure to be blown away! Come on, California is right next door, it's impossible that you haven't been to Houston at least once" Diane tried hard to pretend that she understood what he was saying and that she hadn't been distracted during the whole beginning, but she didn't manage to avoid interrupting herself to say: “... You seem so different, Mr Peanutbutter.”

 As always, it was difficult to translate her thoughts into words, however, that didn't stop the other from giving her a small smile:

 "I've been to Houston several times, just never this early and... Here" He seemed slightly shyer while answering, lifting his shoulders and tilting his head.

 "Never been here outside of a plane or car, is what you mean."

 "You seem different too, Diane."

 The uncomfortable silence that fell between the two of them almost worried her. Maybe that's where it started: the guilt. The way he looked at her, his eyes practically glowing, disguising something she didn't understand.

Fortunately, this moment was broken by Mr Peanutbutter's inability to remain silent for more than 20 seconds:

 "Let's get going!?" Without even waiting for an answer, he tightened his hand around the suitcase that was beside him, dragging it when he started walking. "I can't wait to see everything here! Where is Starbucks? Ah, my hotel too! What's in all those skyscrapers? I still can't get over that part!"

 "Wow.... You and Guy are going to get along so well. He loves going out and just looking at the buildings. It's his ideal date idea” Diane smiled as she remembered how many times he'd taken her down those exact same streets, only to see the same buildings that looked exactly the same.

  "Oh, Guy!" Mr Peanutbutter dramatically dropped his body weight, letting his head fall back. "You have no idea how much I look forward to meeting the man who stole my best friend's heart!"

 His sincerity brought a smile to Diane's lips. She looked away and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she concluded:

 "I'm excited too."

When she got the message from her ex-husband a week ago, she genuinely thought the whole situation was going to be a little awkward. According to himself, he had just joined a new project - "but the contract doesn't let me tell anyone yet", he said before giving several details about the film - which would have its beginning shot exactly in Houston. It seemed like he was just commenting on the coincidence with her, but the truth was, the two of them rarely texted each other those days. Diane quickly read between the lines, innocently saying they could meet so she could introduce him to the city and... Well, she still thought it would be uncomfortable.

 However, now she and Mr. Peanutbutter were crossing the street, the sun passing through the buildings and leaving everything with that slightly cold and comfortable color of the beginning of a day. They talked and laughed, updating each other on the last few years - Mr Peanutbutter would talk about how amazing it was to share the mansion with BoJack; Diane would talk about her new home; Guy and Sonny; her book series; and how well she was doing. The two apparently haven't lost the connection they once had. She almost forgot how easy it was to talk to him, and at that moment, it was as if they hadn't seen each other for just a few days. Maybe they didn't seem as different as they thought.

 When the guilt found its usual place inside her chest, Diane knew the feeling was there to stay.

•∆•

 She was wrong again and it didn't make anything any better.

 They found Guy nearly an hour and a half later, which was when he was free for the rest of Saturday. Part of her thought it would also be a bad idea to introduce her ex-husband to her current one… For obvious reasons. She was afraid of making Guy insecure or Mr. Peanutbutter sad. It had taken her many, many months to just open up to her husband about how her old relationship had been like. Something about it all just didn't fit in her head, like there was something wrong.

 But there she was, Diane fooled again, unable to read a situation well!

 And there were Guy and Mr. Peanutbutter, walking as if they already knew each other, talking and pointing at the damn skyscrapers. Guy put his arm around Diane's waist, keeping her close. Mr Peanutbutter was wagging his tail and gesticulating with his free from the suitcase hand, completely at ease.

 None of that made the situation any better, like she said. Of course. The guilt doubled and commanded her to flee…or to freeze. Whichever came first.

 All those years of therapy never made the bad feelings and insecurities stop. But they helped her to control herself and to smile as if she had nothing wrong with her.

 She suspected she'd learned that herself, though.

 "Hm, I think it's here! It looks like the photo" Mr Peanutbutter muttered as they arrived at a specific building. Diane craned her neck so she could see the cell phone the dog was holding, comparing the photo with the view in front of her. Both looked like a slightly old-fashioned mansion, with details carved into their mostly white structure.

 "It's on the same street as the website, that's it" She confirmed, still moving her gaze from the hotel to the photo and vice versa.

 "I didn't know this was a hotel" Guy commented by raising an eyebrow. "I thought it was one of those haunted mansions they have all over town and nobody talks about, for some reason.

 "I know, right!? "Mr Peanubutter's ears pricked up. "Inside? One of the most beautiful places I've ever seen, check it out! But on the outside, I feel like I'm about to enter a sequel to The Shining!

 "Why are you making so many references to horror movies today?" Diane couldn't help but ask.

 "Ah, I thought it would be good to open horizons for genres that I didn't used to watch that much and I'm actually enjoying it?"

 Damn it! She regretted the question, her mind framing the next few seconds an instant before they happened.

 "That's great, Mr Peanutbutter!" Guy could barely contain his excitement. "I'm a horror movie lover myself, I used to collect DVDs when I was younger!"

 "Have you watched Nosferatu of 1922? Do you believe that no streaming has this movie? I looked everywhere and! I! Can't! Find! It!"

 "Are you kidding? My father gave me a copy for one of my birthdays. I have it at home!"

 "Really?"

 "Do you want to stop by tonight so we can watch it? Yeah, I think that's a good idea!"

 "Can I really have the honor of visiting your home now? Wow, I would love to."

 "What? Of course! Having a Hollywoob star in my house has always been a personal dream of mine, y'know?"

 Automatically, they both started to stare at Diane, as if waiting for a confirmation. Her already tight heart sped up, leaving her confused about what to feel. Part of her was dying to know what would happen. The other, more sensible one, knew it was a recipe for disaster and guilt. She was never one for superstition, however, this one came almost as an omen. Would it be worse if everything went right or wrong? Which one would make her feel less like crap?

 They expected an answer.

 Diane almost froze in the middle of her trillion thoughts.

 She wanted to run away. But of course Diane would run. It was what the old Diane always did.

 That's why she replied:

 "After 08:00 pm I'm free!"

 Mr Peanutbutter's tail didn't stop wagging after that. Not even when they said goodbye and he walked into his haunted hotel. Diane let out her breath, but the tension remained. She still didn't know why.

 Guy smiled and gave her a lingering kiss on the cheek, putting his arm around her neck to guide her back to the walk:

 "I have to admit, babe, you have good taste in men!"

 "You're flirting with my ex-husband... Is that what's going on?" Diane opened a sarcastic smile, making it clear that she was not serious.

 "What? None of that! I'm flirting with myself!"

 It made Diane laugh and feel lighter. She surreptitiously hugged Guy closer, as he always managed to make her feel better.

 The problem was herself.

•∆•

 "Hm, how was your mansion there in California?" Guy asked as if he didn't want anything. He always used this same tactic when he wanted to know more about her old life, since Diane hardly liked to talk about that time. Something about bad memories and guilt, y'know?

 She looked up from her laptop to him, who was sitting on the couch parallel to hers. Guy only watched TV before that, beer bottle in hand. Now he was looking at her with that small smile and twinkling eyes, probably trying to win her over for an answer.

 Diane sighed, as he had succeeded:

 "I didn't just live in mansions there. First I lived in a small and dirty apartment... Then in the mansion! So I went to another small, dirty apartment."

 "Yeah, I more or less remember that part."

 "Hmmm it was weird. But I liked it."

 "The small and dirty apartments or the mansion?"

 "The mansion."

 Yeah, it was true. On a certain level it was. One of the problems Diane had to deal with all her life was getting used to change. Even the little ones bothered her. So it was possible to imagine how, suddenly, living in a house seven times the size of the previous one - with a celebrity - had affected her. Diane could barely feel at ease. It was like she was an invader, far away from her natural habitat. She found the mansion too big and too empty, realizing how there weren't enough people for that space. It was just Mr. Peanutbutter, Diane, and various things that didn't belong to her. She usually got lost all the way to the kitchen and didn't know how to get back to her room.

 Part of her was afraid she would never get used to it at all.

 However, Mr Peanutbutter was the part that made her resist a little longer. The dog handled everything in a calm and even humorous way, waiting for her to get used to it in her own time. He came looking in the middle of the night when she took too long, lost... but that's how she found the roof. Unlike everything else in the house, this one became her place. She could breathe or smoke, taking time to herself. Mr Peanutbutter joked that she must have had several cats as her ancestors, as she just loved to be up high and watch the stars.

 It was one of the only things Mr Peanutbutter automatically understood about her, always leaving her alone when she went up there.

 Looking at the situation with the brain she had now, she could understand her ex-husband a little more. Maybe his fear of her just giving up on him had been there since that beginning. It gave new meaning to jokes and patience from him, internally nervous that she might never fit in. In this she could empathize, even though she already knew how it all ended.

 Despite all the initial problems, Diane was amused to think how seeing the place as home slowly dawned on her. She would come home from work exhausted, automatically kicking off her boots in the entryway and heading straight for the sofa, where Mr. Peanutbutter was waiting for her and they would both watch a movie until they fell asleep, Diane laying her head on his lap to receive caress. Her things were spread around the house, her laptop and books were the common things to find on top of the tables. They turned a room into her office. Even though most of it still obviously belonged to Mr Peanutbutter - like all the decor, furniture and dog toys - he also printed several pictures he took of her, plastered on the walls right next to his.

 That house became as much of Diane's as she allowed at the moment, and she was grateful for that. She was sure there were plenty of uncomfortable and bad moments in there, but the trick of nostalgia was to make the good ones the first to pop into her mind.

 Oh, if only she could explain all these feelings to Guy...

 "It was similar to when I first started living with you, I guess" then Diane shrugged, trying the best way she could find. "It was kind of uncomfortable... But I wanted to get used to it, so I did!"

 "Yeah, I remember," Guy chuckled, already getting ready to get up from the couch. "Don't get me wrong, honey, but it really took a little while for you to get used to it."

 "I'm like that with everything."

 She had her suspicions that this was a bit of a touchy subject for Guy. When they started living together, he constantly corrected her every time she called their home "his house". They had that same conversation several times, Diane not liking how much it reminded her of her life with Mr. Peanutbutter and becoming even more reluctant.

The environment she lived in Chicago, despite the extreme cold, was comfortable in an easy way that her mind was not prepared for. Guy's house was a lot bigger than her dirty apartments, but definitely smaller than the mansion in Los Angeles. Diane was a particular fan of the kitchen: something between the dark window, the plants and the decor made her feel at ease there. She used to bring her laptop so she could write on that table, finding it amusing how the closest thing she ever had to a home was actually a kitchen.

 Until Houston happened.

 She had to let go of her comfort zone, because she really wanted things to work out this time... I mean, she already believed that it had already worked out with Guy. He never failed to make her feel comfortable and safe, even in the small things. So she allowed him to make this new house her home too. Diane's office was one of the first rooms they planned. She even picked out some furniture and made suggestions for the decor. Anyone who entered there could see the mixture of both.

 Even now she couldn't help but glance at the various framed portraits they kept in the room, with all of Guy's family included… Diane being present in most of them. She was surprised by how happy she looked in the photos. And she was even more surprised at how genuine it was.

 She wondered if the old Diane would be proud of how much she had changed.

 "What does Mr Peanutbutter like to eat? Do you remember?" That's what Guy asked as he stood up, stretching with will and finishing drinking the rest of the beer. "To tell you the truth, I'm never sure what people eat watching a movie."

 "Popcorn is too obvious as an answer" Diane replied, taking the question more seriously than she realized. "I think another kind of snack would be better... Do we still have Doritos?

 "I'm going to the kitchen to check" He took a few steps forward, but stopped to continue. "Soda or beer? I vote for beer!

 "Of course you do... Two votes then."

 "Excellent! Do you think he'll like Kit Cat?"

 "Guy...."

 "Oh, right. Chocolate. Dog. I forgot."

 As Guy walked through the doorway into the hall, Diane closed her laptop with her fingertips and took a deep breath.

 She would be all right!

 Why wouldn't she?

 Yes, she would!

 No worries.

 Stop thinking about it, Diane.

 Diane, stop!

 After checking that it was half an hour before 8:00 pm, she realized that she wasn't sure what to do. She took a quick look at the outfit she was wearing: her signature pink sweatpants and a pale yellow tank top. She even thought about wearing something more formal, but she couldn't feel the need when it came to Mr. Peanutbutter. He was more than used to seeing her for years at any time of the day and in all kinds of clothes... often without any at all.

 Diane, what's your problem!?

 She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and walked into the kitchen then. Unfortunately, Guy was already doing pretty well on his own, expending all his skills to get Doritos and Ruffles into the bowls in an orderly fashion. She knew he knew all about his old, expensive beers and she couldn't wait to hear him explain about it when Mr. Peanutbutter arrived.

 She walked around the house. She did nothing. She glanced at the watch several times and consequently made time pass even more slowly.

 In the end, she and Guy ended up in the same place they started, only difference being them sharing the same couch.

 To avoid an extreme urge to grab a Doritos too soon - and just wanting to stop thinking -, she settled her head on Guy's shoulder and let his fingers in her hair lighten her body. It had worked so well that she jumped when she heard the doorbell ring.

 It was exactly 08:00 pm and come on, Mr Peanutbutter was still so punctual? She figured she still had a few minutes to prepare, or that she'd accidentally sent him the wrong address... Or that he just wasn't going to come.

 Would she even rather he hadn't come? Her anxiety said yes. She, in fact, did not. One thing she also learned was that she could hardly lie to herself for very long. If something made her heart beat as hard as it did now, it could only mean that she cared.

 She only moved when inevitably she had to pull her head away from Guy's shoulder, who decided to go answer the door, since his wife had stopped working. Diane got up right after him, even so, just standing in front of the couch like a game NPC.

 You're not like that, Diane!

 What is wrong?

 Are you 12 years old by any chance?

 Getting nervous about seeing your ex-husband?

 About seeing Mr Peanutbutter?

 She thought time would make things easier, however, it had been the opposite.

 She snapped back to reality as soon as Guy opened the door, her brain still not used to seeing him and Mr. Peanutbutter interacting so naturally. Stepping back, Guy allowed the dog to enter at last.

  Mr Peanutbutter was dressed as he had been earlier - his usual: V-neck shirt and sweatpants. The only change was that now he was also wearing a colorful blue coat, which indicated that it must've been colder outside than inside, judging that it had already gotten dark.

 "Hi, Diane, hi!" He waved with one hand, and only then did she notice that his other arm was occupied by a package he was holding. It was a... plant? Mr Peanutbutter followed her gaze. "To say thank you, I brought this! It's not much, but Diane told me that you like plants and that you had some at home.” He had turned to Guy when he said that last part.

 "Serious? Oh! Thank you!" Guy finished locking the door and opened a smile. "They're in the kitchen... This one will fit well, it's so beautiful!"

 "It's a... It's a, what's it called? No, wait, I decorated it. Aglaonema! I have no idea what it means, but I also thought it was beautiful. It is kinda pink!"

 Diane barely paid attention to what was being said, her mind still stuck on the dog's first line.

 "Did you remember me saying that?" She tilted her head. "Who are you and what did you do with Mr. Peanutbutter!?"

 Obviously she'd said it as a joke but, as soon as the words left her mouth…she realized she just sounded cruel. Mr Peanutbutter gripped the potted plant a little tighter, laughing awkwardly. Even Guy stared at her with an enigmatic expression - but that couldn't mean any good.

 "It's beautiful, Mr Peanutbutter, thank you very much!" Diane concluded this way, trying to undo her mistake.

 Fortunately, the dog's attention quickly shifted elsewhere:

 "Beautiful is this house of yours! Did I just walk into the Devil Wears Prada? Because this decoration is worthy of an award!"

 Diane had never watched this film before and imagined he hadn't either... But she appreciated his effort to improvise.

 "The place is not very big, but it makes up for it in beauty" Guy shrugged, already starting to walk closer to the sofa, where Diane was still. "I always wanted to own a house with brick walls, and our room has a balcony!"

 "Ohhhhh" Mr Peanutbutter was wagging his tail from side to side, his gaze moving to every inch of the living room.

 Diane pretended not to notice how much he paid attention to the paintings—it was her favorite part there, too.

  The rest of the night passed in a blur as her brain could barely focus on anything. It was one of those days she just... wasn't there. She was nowhere to be found. The three went to the sofa, talked a little. Mr Peanutbutter still had a lot of questions and ended up learning the bare minimum of their relationship. Diane even responded, telling and reminiscing - with a warm heart - of her early days with Guy. Everything seemed so peaceful. So right. She just wanted her mind to be there as much as she was.

 The fact that they were watching a black and white movie about a bat didn't help either, she had to admit. It was nearly impossible to get her attention, her view flickering between Mr. Peanutbutter and Guy, watching them eat and comment on the movie.

 Yeah, part of her was right. Interacting with the two of them was really strange.

 Or was it weird just how it wasn't weird?

 Did she want it to be weird?

 Did she want everything to go wrong and have a real reason for guilt?

 That way, without nothing, she knew the problem was only her.

 Diane sighed. She got a Doritos. She rested her head on the couch.

 Maybe she was just nervous about how nostalgic the situation was.  Unconsciously, he remembered all the movie nights he had spent there in California. She ended up falling asleep every time, it was an inside joke between the two: how much she never managed to finish a single movie. She only regained consciousness when she felt Mr Peanutbutter lifting her off the couch, calmly carrying her to the bed and holding her until he fell asleep too.

 At the same time, the first few days in their new home in Houston came to mind. Guy was proud of how big the new TV was, and Diane couldn't resist staying up late watching anything with him. She never cared what they watched, just lying in his lap and enjoying the feeling of him stroking her hair. The room had a huge window, every now and then Diane would turn her head and peek through, oddly reflecting how pleased she was with her new life.

 The mix between these two good memories, however, only made her feel bad.

 What did her mind mean by that? What are you thinking, Diane?

 She got another Doritos. Mr Peanutbutter laughed out loud at something Guy had mentioned. That sight made Diane smile.

•∆•

 The house without Mr. Peanutbutter felt silent and empty now, even though he'd only been there for one night.

 Diane put the water bottle in the fridge, her thousand thoughts exhausting her and leaving her thinking, in the end, of nothing.

 She just wanted to go to sleep.

 Fortunately, she could hear Guy going to bed in the next room. All she wanted the most was to stay beside him, bury her face in his fur and realize that everything was still okay. Everything would be fine. It was something Guy was good at doing, as if his presence brought comfort in any possible situation. She knew that was one of the reasons she was so much better today, even if she didn't want to take credit for herself either.

 She slowly opened the door to her room, closing it behind her. Diane didn't think much. Thinking would only make her regret it before she even did anything. So instead, she approached the bed with light steps, sneaking under the covers until she was close enough to Guy. This one barely had time to turn to her, Diane burying her face in the back of his neck right away. So he just relaxed, allowing her to envelop him in a warm, tight hug.

 "Have I told you that I love you very, very much and that I appreciate every second I spend with you?" Diane murmured quickly, having some difficulty with how much her voice was muffled by all that fur he had.

 "Well, you used to demonstrate that quite often, yes" Guy nodded, his voice already coming out lazy from sleep. "I really love you, too but... Any other reason for this all of a sudden?"

 "What is this relationship that I can no longer spontaneously declare myself to my own husband?"

 "I never said you couldn't!"

 Diane sighed, realizing that she couldn't hide behind jokes anymore—which, apparently, only she understood as jokes:

 "You had every reason in the world not to agree with any of this. Thank you for taking such good care of him and being so nice... Mr Peanutbutter is not a bad person."

 "Is it this!? I know he's not! I was nice because I genuinely liked him."

 Diane sank deeper into the nape of his neck, planting a small kiss there:

 "You handled it a lot better than I could."

 "It wasn't difficult," Guy laughed, half sarcastic, half serious. "Do I look like someone insecure to you?"

 "Ehrrrrr..."

 "You can't use anything I said when drunk as an argument!"

  "Hmmmmm...."

  "Or anything I said after 11:00 pm!"

  "Okay, I'll let you win this time."

  "I trust you."

 Abruptly, Guy shifted, the sudden movement causing Diane to let out a quick, thin scream. It turned into a laugh when it was his turn to pull her into a hug, placing several kisses scattered across her face.

 "You're drooling on me!” Diane pretended to complain, her humorous tone betraying her speech.

 "Stop being so attractive and irresistible then!"

 This took them to kiss each other for a few minutes, until sleep reached both of them and Guy ended up lying with his back on the bed - from living together, she knew that was the most comfortable position for him, since his horns always complicated everything.

 Diane felt his breath. She had her head resting on his chest, which went down and up. She was quite relaxing. Diane almost felt relaxed. It was one of those moments when she loved another person so much that her body felt numb.

 Guy was one of the best things that had ever happened to her.

 That she could never deny, the guilt being there or not.

 Damn it!

 She had almost forgotten!

 Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

 No... She wouldn't blame herself. It was a loop that the old Diane was more than used to. None of it would work or make her better, no matter how angry she felt at her own feelings.

 So she focused on Guy once more. It could be cheesy, but he was her safe haven most of the time. Even almost asleep, he ran his fingers through her hair, comforting her.

 Diane smiled at it.

 She woke up earlier than usual the next morning. To her it was always like that, either too late or too soon.

 The blanket was more on the floor than on her body, and Guy had let go of her in the middle of the night, now facing the wall, his back to her. Diane yawned and it took a few more minutes for her to become truly conscious, her mind being in that strange state where no thoughts made sense, reality blending in with the rest of the dream. As her husband was a nerd for that sort of thing, - okay, she was also a little - she knew that middle ground was called the Twilight Zone.

 Another yawn escaped her as she reached for her cell phone on top of the cupboard, unplugging it from the charger.

 She was grateful that she was still so groggy when she noticed that she had a new message.

 It was from Mr Peanutbutter.

 She clicked before she even had time to think. She knew exactly the way the dog wrote, full of emojis and exclamation points.

 However, this time there were only a few lines of text:

  "Good morning, sunshine! Thank you for yesterday, I loved coming to your house

   I have to admit I was nervous about things getting awkward between us."

 What the fuck did he mean by that?

 Damn Twilight Zone and its power to make her so dumb and slow!

 Diane yawned yet again. She realized that she did this when she wanted to pretend she wasn’t nervous. She then went back to bed, trying to sleep again.

 She already missed when all she felt was just guilt. Not this other feeling that she was also quite used to.

(NOTE: Over the last few weeks, I've been slowly rediscovering my love for writing. It's been comforting!

 This was initially supposed to be a oneshot, but it would be huge so I thought it’s best to separate it into smaller chapters,,, in my head, there will be 3! But you never know when it comes to me.

 Oddly my favorite part so far is writing Guy's lines, I have so much love for him inside of me)

[make-me-imagine]

Headcanons: Being best friends and in a relationship with Lou

Headcanons: Being best friends and in a relationship with Lou Ransone (+ pre-relationship friendship)

Pairing: Lou Ransone x Gn!Reader

Requested By: @will-grammer

Warnings:

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Pre-Relationship Friendship:

Neither you or Lou really remember when or how you became friends.

You just remember always getting along since you met, and somewhere along the way you became best-friends.

No one could compete with the other, you didn't really question it, you just became each others "better-half."

You know everything about each other.

What perfumes/colognes the other wears, their favorite snacks, foods, drinks.

You have said food/drinks always stocked at your houses for each other.

You have traditions for holidays, and birthdays.

Whether it be eating out at the same spot every year, or getting each other specific gifts that only mean something to you.

So many inside jokes it drives everyone else crazy.

You are partners at work, and you make a great team.

You always eat lunch and dinner together.

And often spend long nights working on cases together.

You take turns bringing each other coffee/tea and pastries in the mornings.

Sometimes you forget whose day it is so both of you end up bringing stuff, so you end up with four drinks and way too many pastries. Lucky for others in the office.

A lot of the time, people assume you are already dating.

At first you thought it was just funny, but slowly as each of you started to develop feelings for each other, the thought would make you blush.

You accepted that it was just you and that nothing would happen between you, but surprise! He felt the same.

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During Relationship:

When the two of you finally started dating, literally no one was surprised lol.

There was a betting pool going around the precinct about how long it would take.

Athena won.

Nothing really changed with your friendship, except the fact that you got more comfortable with touch, as it had a bit more meaning to it now.

When walking together, he will link his pinkie finger around yours, or take your hand in his completely.

He absentmindedly reaches or you if you stray too far away.

So you often feel his hand gently against your back or shoulder, and you naturally step closer to him.

Your offices at work are littered with pieces of each other.

He has a geode on his desk you got him for his birthday. He uses it as a paperweight.

You have an hourglass he got you for Christmas, that may or may not have been a friendly dig at you always getting distracted with work and overworking.

You also have a bunch of pens you have slowly stolen from his office. He knows they're there, but he wants to wait to see how many you accumulate before giving them back.

Most of the time, you are in each others offices, you might as well just share one at this point.

If someone goes into your office, you'll be in your chair, Lou will be sitting on the edge of your desk.

Go into Lou's office, you will either be sitting on his desk, or lounging on the couch in his office (that he added because you insisted).

Even though most people know you are in a relationship, you keep it "professional" at work. (Apart from the teasing, jokes, and occasional prank)

xx

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[kaycode1999]

hiii i hope this ask finds you well. one of your "match me" posts graced my dashboard and now i'm so so so curious about what bsd and/or jjk character you would match me with ...

i'm 20, nonbinary (they/he) and i'm attracted to men (i just call myself gay for simplicity's sake). i'm an INFP but i'm chronically masquerading as an extrovert. people have told i have superb people skills but little do they know i'm literally just masking 24/7 and chameleon-ing myself to fit whatever social situation i find myself in (who else up being neurodivergent and gay). i would probably describe myself at my core as deeply introspective and self-aware, thoughtful and empathetic, creative and intelligent, and overall a chill guy. i have a high patience threshold but a low tolerance for bullshit and people who try to take advantage of my kindness. i've also been described as "big brotherly" and "teacherly" in the past so do with that what you will ig lol

as for hobbies and interests, i'm a creative at heart, but i have a particular affinity for film. i looove watching movies and doing film analyses it's my lifeblood. i wanna be a screenwriter/film director one day. i also enjoy watching anime (obvi) and prefer it over reading manga but i still have a deep appreciation for the graphic novel medium. uhhh i like eating good food. i'd say i have a pretty open palate and i'm always looking to try new restaurants and cafes. oh i also play bass guitar, i used to be in a band but some BL-esque drama happened and we disbanded lol. i write creatively and draw. i like making pinterest boards and spotify playlists for the animes i'm currently watching or whatever creative project i'm currently working on.

my type my type hmmm ... i like someone who's quiet but not soft-spoken. someone who speaks directly and only speaks when they have something of substance to contribute. because i'm always putting myself out there and subjecting myself to. situations, i like it when my partner offers a sense of security, like i can turn my brain off around them and just relax y'know? i like someone who's mentally stimulating and matches my freak (is similarly intelligent, strong media literacy skills are a plus). i also like it when they're surprisingly funny. like they have a reserved stoic demeanour but they be saying funny shit only around me and we have hella inside jokes. not too picky on appearance but it helps if they're tall and formidable-looking.

i know this is a lot so don't feel obligated to answer at all LOL but i would be eternally grateful if you did! and no problem if you have to resort to personal headcanons/character interpretations, i actually love it when people talk about their hcs and how they personally interpret fictional characters. thank you for reading and have a good day/night! :)

Happy New Year!!!

I match you with

Bungo Stray Dogs

*this is specifically because he seems to be around early to mid 20’s although I couldn’t find anything to confirm his actual age so please let me know if I am incorrect*

Tetchou Suehiro

Jujutsu Kaisen

Kento Nanami

You’re more sociable/more socially adept then them

Because of that they learn how to better interact with people and they help you with not masking as much *if that’s something you want of course they wouldn’t force it* (not that they are completely inept, but they learn to come off as less cold/stoic and more friendly)

You have a lot in common with them as they are both; deeply introspective, self-aware, thoughtful, empathetic, and intelligent

The shared perception and world view means you have a deep connection and understanding with both them. Your relationship with them is first and foremost and best friendship that became a romantic relationship

They admire your patient and try to have that themselves, but they very much share your low tolerance to deal with bullshit

They are protective of you *not in an overbearing way* so they will be very irritated if someone tries to take advantage of your kindness. Although it seems like you don’t have a problem standing up for yourself so they appreciate knowing you won’t let yourself be stepped over

I don’t think they are too creative themselves, but they really enjoy and admire that you are

They don’t typically watch movies on their own but they actually end up really liking the movies you pick and they also enjoy your analysis on them

They are both your biggest cheerleader for your dream to be a screenwriter/director

I think both of them would enjoy having a nice meal with you. Tetchou has some…. Interesting tastes😅 so be prepared for him to order some interesting things

I think they are both you type; they are both on the quiet side but speak up for things that are important and substantial

They definitely give a sense of security and you can turn your brain off and relax around them

I think are both intelligent and would have pretty good media literacy skills, mostly they focus on historical and current events

I feel like they would both be secretly hilarious and definitely say things they know will make you laugh

[makangerous]

Fukuya Rank 6 (Temperance Confidant)

TW: addiction

You receive a text message from Fukuya.

Hope you've been taking advantage of my illness! Bet Kawakami's happy I'm getting sick in other people's classes for once. I am doing better, though. Thanks to you. I'm still not feeling good enough for a lecture, but can we meet up sometime in the evening? Call me.

You call Fukuya at night.

Emi, I need to get out of the house. I've felt a lot less temptation after the night you came over, but I'd prefer to feel zero temptation. What's open at night, though? Hm… I've heard our classmates talking about a lounge called Penguin Sniper. They said you can play darts there. Why don't we go there tonight? I'll be in Kichijoji shortly.

You arrive at Penguin Sniper and follow Fukuya inside.

There is a distinct lack of penguins here! I'm not impressed so far, Emi. Also, I… forgot I suck at real darts. I'm only good at darts in video games. The skills aren't very transferable. Does the darts rulebook actually say you have to throw the darts? Can't I walk the dart over and stick it into the bullseye?

>You see the penguins if you win.

Really? So that's their angle. You'll have to let me win then! I need to see where they're hiding them… What do you mean, you're joking? Boo! Not funny, Emi!

Well, darts aren't the point of this rendezvous. I figured you're too invested in my situation now for me to pretend that incident at my house never happened. I feel embarrassed about it, definitely. I considered hiding from you before I realized that would be difficult, seeing as we're in the same homeroom. When the blobfish emerges from the water, it's never going back to its non-squishy, non-vulnerable form. I suppose it's the same for me.

I'm taking my symptoms day by day. They're more bearable, now I can see the light at the end of the tunnel again. Knowing someone's holding me accountable has severely curtailed my desire to concoct the not-technically-illegal version of Resurr-EX. That's why I want to ask an additional favor of you, Emi. Could you… be my friend?

>We're already friends.

Huh. I guess you're right. We probably passed the boundary of the mentor/mentee relationship when I started telling you my personal problems. I'm not the brightest at figuring out relationships, as you can tell. Keep being my friend, then. Please?

All the friends I had before abandoned me once I became an addict. In hindsight, they weren't really friends. They were using me. They begged me for homework help nonstop, and bought me off with fake platitudes and cheap fast food. If it wasn't that, they were after my inventions. Back then, I had no idea how to say no. If I was the genius everyone said I was, getting them what they needed should be a mere trifle. That line of thinking got me into so much trouble…

You're different, Emi. That's why I want to show you what other talents I have. I'm a good chef, for one. On Monday nights, I cook up a big pot of curry to last me for the week. I'm pretty crafty with my hands, too, since chemistry requires precision. If you'd like me to make you something, let me know. …Speaking of precision, I bet I can get a bullseye now. Quiet please. Let me focus…

His dart completely misses the board. It bounces off another patron's shoulder.

Sorry, sir! Shit, this is humiliating… Let's just go.

Your phone rings in front of Leblanc.

Just when you thought you were safe… Like a bolt from the blue, another pop quiz for you! True or false: there are over 121 quadrillion possible dartboard configurations.

>True.

Ding-ding, we have a winner! Did you actually know that, though, or did the oddly specific number tip you off? Or was it a lucky guess? In this case, your methods don't matter. Only the end result. Good job!

Now how come I know that, but not how to actually throw the darts? To be fair, I'm not exactly in peak physical condition. Playing those few rounds really tired me out… See you at school, Emi.

[topracticemyenglish]

The Nanny - S04E15

Name: The Nanny

Episode: 15 - "The Nose Knows"

Current Season: 04

Total season: 4/6

Rating: ♡♡♡

This episode was only made so Fran would stop going to therapy and it's very sad. She was dressing different, her hair was flat, but she was independent and they ruined it. But it was very cute Maxwell willing to fight for Fran because he thought the therapist had sexually assulted her (when in fact he was just picking his nose). However I do think it's a very stupid way of ending everything (even though I can relate to the fact that she sees her therapists like a figure that only exists inside the office).

The kids barely show up in the episode (again). I love when they get involved in something, specially Grace.

I'm gonna rank the kids from the one I like the most, to the one I dislike the most.

Grace: she's sweet and funny. She's the youngest and she's very sassy, she's growing to be just like Fran. And she's my favourite of all.

Brighton: I didn't like him at first, but he grew on me. He's also funny, but not as much as Grace. He's a teenager now and he talks a lot about girls, but it's not like it's all he talks about and it's still not getting annoying.

Maggie: She was a very shy girl at the beginning of the show and it was okay. She has always been the most boring of all. She became just like Fran and that's sweet, because they really see Fran as their mother, specially Grace. But now she became really annoying. All she thinks about are boys and I hate it. It's not like Brighton that he still has different storyline, Maggie it's all about boys, boys, boys, just like I said in the previous review and unfortunelly became very boring. It's not like I want her to be shy forever, I like that she changed a lot, but they could've written something interesting for her besides changing boyfriends like it was clothes. Don't get me wrong, I don't see anything wrong with wanting to change boyfriends if she had an interesting life, but her life is all about boys and that's very sexist.

C.C. and Niles being friendly for once. I really like when they are friends, but I see that they're going to be lovers and it's very annoying because I don't want them to date. She's gorgeous and he's old.

Another thing that I don't like about the show is Niles. Everyone seems to love him, but I don't. It's not funny the way the treats C.C and it's not funny his sexist jokes. The only thing I like about him is that he is the biggest Fran and Maxwell shipper and also the shady things he throws at Maxwell (it always serves him right).

[scoundrels-in-love]

Alright, gimme the full DVD commentary about this passage from "I will drown for you...":

"It's not easy to forget, Vash doesn't know how to do it at all actually, but he knows how to put so many things away in boxes with loose lids, stacked in a pyramid that has long since outgrown him. He laughs and smiles and kind-of and almost feels it (and doubts his grief is real, since he can), at least while they're mostly closed.

But there are times when some of the lids open and in a chain reaction, spring many others open, too. Memories and pain and ghosts of what ifs and almosts, and a vacuum of isolation and loneliness that consumes all the air in his lungs, pour out, become all he can sense, all he is.

Unless Vash manages to fix the opening lids quickly, trying to close them can become like a game called guacamole or something of the sort that Rem had told him and Nai about - trying to hit a little pest as it pops out of holes rapidly all over the game field. There is no winning, only endless chase until the time runs out and he collapses from exhaustion, from being hollowed out by all he has held onto. The recovery can be hours or days, he never knows." I wasn't even looking for it, but when I saw it I knew it was the one. I just love it.

Hi hello my dear beloved sibling.

I now realize I have no idea how the DVD commentaries go so I am just going to babble how I know to.

First of all, I am amazed and touched that this is section you still remember *checks* 5 months, oh wow.

In all honesty, it's part that I wrote and then almost deleted. I wasn't sure if this sort of disassociation and compertmentalizing your grief and trauma was something that felt Vash like. At least in these words, in this metaphor.

But I kept it. Stayed honest to my want to write it the way it is and, in some way, I experience and struggle with grief and going through the day. Some of the most stinging, forever sticking with me throwaway comment on my grief in my life has been how 'I am clearly handling my loss quite well' because I could give a sort-of laugh a couple months after my loss. The way the pits of despair would change into numb neutrality through which I would mask and go on and how it always makes me doubt that I am sincerely grieving, that my pain is genuine and true to the bone and not just another reason for me to throw pity parties when I feel like.

In same way, my worst spirals are often gradual, at least at the start - started by some random thought or event that I have to then work on suppressing, putting away, lest it springs forward more and more thoughts and pains until I collapse. And sometimes the attempt to wrangle it all, no - usually, even -, is just as exhausting.

I took those feelings and experiences and gave them to Vash, who seems to compartmentalize a lot, who puts up a mask of cheer, but his eyes aren't into it. Who finds ways to blame himself for everything, even the way he feels things. I think the complexity and layers of guilt and pain and the way he's had to keep going make for very potent, very complex cocktail that he very much can't really deal with other than like this.

In this case, he's been teetering on edge of Feeling Bad and Too Much for a while, the injury and upsetting Meryl (and others) heightens it and the thought of Rollo & Livio resurfaces, as echo of his guilt for having anything nice, for having people who care when he's failed so many, just to push him closer to edge of not being able to tuck it all away neatly.

As for the guacamole, I thought it'd be funny if Vash for all his great memory couldn't quite remember something he heard as baby 150+ years ago and it became slightly twisted into a different word. A sort of little inside joke between me and readers who Know the words. I think a lot about words and things Vash knows that no one else does anymore, in general.

Send me excerpt from my fic and I will give you the DVD commentary on it?<3

[desertdiscs]

I am so chill and normal about q.smp (has watched/skimmed 5 diff day 1 povs and 2 diff day 2 povs) (i am so not normal about this it's so embarrassing actually bc like i am 10x more obsessed than anyone else i know)

(it's kinda nice tho bc since they're stream vods i can just play in the bg while i do work and don't have to worry much if i tune it out while they're alone)

I've been livetweeting a lot but tldr;

they're so unhinged and nothing is off limits I'm obsessed. so glad we have relationship histories, flirting, and gay sex and circumcision as canon already. shout-out to m.ariana for literally making his intro a dating profile. can we finally start shipping characters w/o ppl acting like you're breaking the law now.

w.ilbur is so embarrassing but like. it's endearing and his entire pov had me giggling and excitable like a kid w too much candy

c.harlie is HILARIOUS no matter who he's with, truly. language barriers does Not stop it! he's so peak comedy honestly, I'm so glad q added him.

I'm still learning abt l.uzu but I'm so obsessed w his design and his convos i have seen and understood have been fun!! obsessed w how his first response to will trolling him is to "in 20 days, destroy everything he loves." His convos w P.hil were super chill but nice to listen to and I'm excited 2 see more of him!! esp since he seems to alr be leaning into the RP. I get the feeling as a Wil fan that I'm gonna like him a lot, more than i already do. (I hope they develop a gay ass rivalry when W.ilbur gets back bc I cannot see this going any other way but Will getting SO EXCITED to obsessively beef w him.)

P.HIL CALLING R.OIER A PUPPY WHEN HE TRIED TO THREATEN HIM IS SO FUCKING FUNNY AGDNBDNFJF LITERALLY 0 SHITS GIVEN. literally just sat there shaking his head smiling and humoring r.oier and m.issa. dad-coded fr. (semi-related but i still can't believe L.UZU IS 37 AND THE OLDEST ON THE SERVER?? I THOUGHT HE WAS LIKE. WILL'S AGE.)

f.oolish and m.ariana 😭 i did not see the s.quidcraft event that they became boyfriends at nor do I care to but i am so obsessed w them already. I care they... they're so CUTE and the DRAMA btwn them... i can't help it. I'm weak. I love it.

r.oier is so fucking funny man. his humor seems to be like 90% sex jokes and i am HERE FOR IT. (i have the humor of a 12yo boy <3)

v.egetta is SO NICE wtf... fucked up. I think i read he wants to start a cult but like idec. start ur cult king u deserve it!! (giving big c.rowfather vibes if true tho but like. that's a vibe so.) idk much else abt him so far tho other than he became a stripper and pole danced for f.oolish and co. yesterday and is Absolutely making sex jokes too tho so! am v interested to learn more.

q teaching the eng speakers absolutely kills me inside. My Spanish is like, Spanish 1 level but like, i know enough from growing up around it that certain stuff he says I'm like 😭 oh no... oh no. it's so funny tho esp when f.oolish just repeats what he says w/o knowing what it means. god bless. I'm super excited 2 see where he takes all of this tho and what he does w his characters!!

I only caught glimpses of r.ubius yday but I'm so fascinated by his character. super excited to see where this goes.

[alikaheroes]

The Ride (NSFW)

Request: Hello lovely, can I request a Eddie Brock  smut, where Eddie and reader and some friends are out exploring the night life when it's time to go home, Eddie's bike gives up and the other guys can't find a cab that late so we're all stuffed into one car so we have to adjust and ladies have to sit on laps and it's all funn, music's loud, jokes. And then the reader feels Eddie's erection underneath her. P.S Eddie always had hots for the reader but never told her... 

Take it from there <3

Warnings: NSFW Smut below cut, 18+ readers only, please

The flashing lights and pounding music echoed through the walls of the club as you were standing in the parking lot. Your friend, Eddie Brock hopped on his bike and tried to start it, but nothing was happening. In the meantime, the guys tried to call a taxi but with it being a Saturday night in San Francisco, the wait would be far too long.

"Man, I really don't want to call an Uber. They're gonna be like $200 tonight or some crap." Jason huffed. Eddie shrugged.

"I gotta call someone to tow my bike so I can get it fixed tomorrow. Besides, an Uber might be fun with all of us. We're already riled up so it can add more to this already crazy ass night!"

"Yeah!!"  you chimed in, pressing down your skirt. "I just wanna get home and change and have some bath bombs!"

"Ooooh, nakey time, huh?" Eddie joked. You flipped him off, smirking, and the others all laughed.

"Please!" Sarah, one of the other friends added in. "It's pure Heaven to take a bath bomb!"

"Well while you’re all yapping about bath bombs, our ride is here! It's not that expensive, but we all gotta squeeze in. Ladies, sit on the guys' laps!" Jason cried out, right as the silver Toyota pulled up. There were 3 guys and 3 girls. The guys crammed inside as the girls sat on top of random guys.

Eddie, however, began to feel his heart race. You were sitting on top of him, and while he always loved to joke around with you, unknown to you at the time, he always had the hots for you. He felt you were gorgeous, funny, smart, and just a great friend. You met at work a few years ago where you were an intern then became a full fledged staff writer. He admired how smart you were and how you were always able to match his wit.

Soon the car began rolling.

"Ah you fellas out clubbing I see?" the Uber driver asked. "How about some of this?"

He turned on the radio and began playing some dance music. Loud. It suddenly became a party in the back seat. The girls...well, began wiggling their asses and the guys started dancing along as well.

"Oooh it's getting hot in herrrre" Jason sang to the tune of Nelly's song, completely off beat with the EDM music the driver was playing.

"You're so crazy, Jason!" Sarah, who was sitting on his lap, said, as she tried to make up her own lyrics to go with the EDM. Jokes were flying everywhere but Eddie was having a hard time concentrating.

You were sitting on him and you weren't just wiggling your ass--it felt like you were grinding into him. And Eddie was getting incredibly turned on by it. He felt himself getting hard and tried to move a bit away from you, but you kept grinding even harder. You knew what was going on. Suddenly, Eddie's heart almost stopped when he felt you reach down and grab him through his pants.

By now he had a full erection and you looked over at Eddie. He tried to look away but he couldn't resist feeling your stare.

"I'm sooo sorry, I got excited and---"

You cut him off, smiling.

"Oh, I can tell!" you just smiled at him, continuing to grind into him. Eddie was confused as to what you were doing.

"All right, take care!"

His thoughts were interrupted when the Uber driver pulled up at the apartment. Everyone got out the car and left, Eddie and you being the last ones to leave.

You lived on the same floor and quietly walked into the building. The others said their goodbyes and went into the elevator, but Eddie didn't even process what was happening with them. Their elevator left just as another one opened. You walked into it and he followed behind.

The minute the doors closed, you grabbed Eddie's head and pulled him in for a kiss. Eddie couldn't believe what was happening. It became passionate incredibly fast, your tongues dancing as if you'd been lovers for years. Suddenly, Eddie pulled away.

"Y/N....?" he whispered.

The bell of the elevator rang as you came to your floor and the doors opened.

"Come on!" you smiled, motioning your finger for him to follow you.

"To...?" Eddie asked.

"My place. I need to take care of that raging boner I gave you!"

Eddie couldn't believe what he was hearing but he'd be insane to say no.

You two nearly ran down the hall to the door. You fumbled with your keys as Eddie walked behind you, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his head into your neck.

"Oooh, I like this!" you smiled, right as you got the proper key and unlocked the door. You both walked in and you pulled away from Eddie, turning around. You both stared at each other.

"Soo..." Eddie began.

"That was an impressive boner." you began. You looked at his crotch and saw he still had one.

"I mean....that was hot what you were doing to me..in the car..."

You got closer to him.

"You got hard too quick for it to be from just some random grinding..." you began.

Eddie shrugged.

"I don't wanna ruin this friendship but...I maybe...sorta...always...kinda...had a....crush on you..." he smiled, flashing that boyish grin that would make anyone melt.

You smiled back at him, putting you arms over his shoulder and wrapping them around his neck.

"Well...you're a handsome man, yourself. I would be insane to not want to take care of...." you reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants.

"...this..." you looked up at him and smiled.

"Oh baby, yessss..." Eddie began and leaned in, giving you a passionate kiss. You rubbed him through his pants when you separated.

"Do you wanna...?" Eddie asked.

"Hell. Yes!" you replied, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist. You began kissing again, as Eddie carried you, walking you to the bedroom.

He laid you down on the bed and yanked his shirt off, revealing his beautiful body; incredible muscles, beautiful tattoos, and huge arms. You gasped at the sight before you. You kicked your shoes off and yanked off your top, wearing only your bra and skirt.

Eddie crawled on top of you, kissing you softly.

"Oh I needed this..." he murmured softly.  He moved his body down and slowly pulled your skirt off. He then removed your panties to reveal your beautiful pussy. He leaned down and kissed your inner thigh, before slowly moving up. You wiggled as you felt his hot breath on your pussy.

"I can't believe how wet you are!" Eddie said. You giggled and pushed his head back down between your thighs. You moaned as you felt him licking your clit. You arched your back and moaned louder, loving the way he was able to work with his tongue. This caused him to lick faster.

"Oh God..Oh, Eddie...Oh yesssss!"

You came hard. Eddie popped his head up and wiped his chin. That was such a turn on. You sat up, removed your bra, then slid off the bed down to your knees.

"I need to return the favor...." you smiled. He immediately got out of his pants and remaining clothes and stood before you beautifully naked. You reached out and stroked his cock. It was beautiful. Trimmed. Not too big or too small. Thick. You actually wondered how it was going to fit inside of you. But in the meantime, you licked along the shaft, hearing Eddie moan softly.

"Baby, you're already doing so good..." he groaned. You looked up and smiled at him.

"I'm just getting started..."

You took his cock entirely in your mouth, gently bobbing your head up and down. Eddie softly stroked your hair as he sighed with each movement. You cupped his balls and moaned, sending vibrating sensations down his shaft. Eddie rubbed your back. You pulled your mouth off of his cock a bit and pressed your lips against the tip, spreading saliva all around it as you licked around it. You put the length back deep in your mouth and Eddie began to thrust into your mouth.

His breathing became more rapid as he gasped out, "I'm gonna cum!"

You suddenly tasted the hot salty cum as it shot deep in your mouth and down your throat, as you swallowed it. You stood up and leaned in to kiss him. He then gently pushed you down on the bed and you cuddled together. After a while of silent bliss enjoying each other's company, you broke the silence.

"Well...this night got interesting...." you whispered.

"It's been a fantasy I've had for so long now...I can't believe it..." Eddie whispered, a soft smile on his face, squeezing you, pulling you a bit closer to his body.

"Are you ready to..." you began. He reached over to the nightstand next to the bed and opened up a condom pack, taking it out and rolling it onto his now throbbing member.

"You know it!" Eddie gave you a kiss and rolled on top of you. You were still incredibly wet and Eddie took his cock and teased at your entrance, playing around before he slid inside of you. He went in slowly, giving you time to adjust as you gasped, loving the feeling of his cock stretching you out as he filled you up, pushing balls deep inside of you.

He continued to kiss you as he began thrusting in and out of you, making love to you at a steady pace, your toes curling as a result of the pleasure this particular rhythm was giving you.

"Oh, baby, you feel so goooood" you moaned. “You’re so big!!”

Eddie smiled at you as he groaned, thrusting even harder and deeper inside of you.

"And you're so tight, babe. I can't believe it." Eddie groaned. You wrapped your legs around him to pull him in deeper, a trick you've used before that always drives the man wild.

"Not...going too deep...am I?" Eddie whispered between breaths as he kept thrusting.

"No...it's just perfect..."  you replied.

Suddenly, Eddie grabbed you and picked you up, still inside of you, and pushed you against the wall, thrusting up into you as he lifted you up, bouncing you up and down on his cock, almost getting harder as he watched the way you slid up and down along his shaft, your tits bouncing in beat with his thrusts. You wrapped your legs tighter around him, both to pull him in deeper and to hang on for dear life.

"I need to ride you," you were able to gasp out in his ear. He took you and laid down, with you on top of him. You slid up, his dick sliding out of your body and straddled him. You stroked his cock and slowly slid your body down on his shaft once again. You began to ride him, slowly. Up and down. Up and down.

Both of you groaned in absolute pleasure. You moaned loudly as you came hard on his cock as your pussy gushed all around him.

When the pulsing inside of you subsided, he flipped you over, still inside of you.

"Doggy," he whispered in your ear, pulling out of you. You got on all fours and within seconds, he entered you from behind, slamming into you with a passion just as deep as before.

"How's it feel, baby?" he asked breathlessly.

"So, good!!" you cried out, watching your tits sway back and forth in rhythm with the pounding he was giving you. You were already sensitive from your orgasm from earlier and you couldn't believe how good he felt inside of you, hearing his balls slap against your ass. The feeling of fullness inside of you was of pure pleasure. He then spanked you and you cried out.

"YES! Give it to me!!" you yelled. He pulled your hair back and began thrusting even harder. He pulled out and once again flipped you over and got on top of you, kissing you. He slid back inside of you.

"I love the eye contact," he groaned as he kept thrusting into you, back in the missionary position again. And it felt so good.

"Eddie..." you sighed softly as he wrapped his arms underneath your body and captured your lips once again, you sliding your hands up and down his back as his thrusts began to pick up with both intensity and speed.

"Oh! Oh!! Ooooh!! Right there! Oh my God, YESS!" He was hitting all of the right spots.

Suddenly, you noticed his thrusting was speeding up even more. His groans were getting louder and louder. He was close.

"I'm gonna cum soon...!” he cried out

Your pussy clenched down on his cock and began to pulse in waves as you came the same time he did. He stayed in you for a bit after he came until he slowly removed his softening cock out of your body.

He rolled off of you, laying down next to you. He pulled you close next to him and gave you a passionate kiss, wrapping his arms around you.

"That was amazing." You whispered.

"It sure was," he whispered back. You felt so safe wrapped in his arms. It was pure bliss.

"I can get used to this." you smiled at him.

[kim-seung-mo]

Hello i was wondering if u could do # 16 from ur hc list :))

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕄𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖

♩ gn!reader, fluff fluff fluff no warnings ;)

♩♩ word count: 989

♩♩♩ A/N: I sorta needed this after 24 hours after your death...pure fluff (it's so much easier to write lol) wip list here

Chan

He was really excited, from the moment you mentioned it to the day he actually met your parents.

Not nervous, just excited.

It didn't feel like a formal occasion, after all he was just going to spend the night at your house.

He would greet your parents politely and introduce himself.

Would initiate a conversation with your parents and listen to your father tell the stories he has told hundreds of times.

would compliment your mother on her delicious cooking and would even offer help cleaning up the kitchen.

It made you look good, your parents approve of him, and your mother even quietly asked when you're going to marry him.

(She probably just wants him to be her son)

Minho

On the surface he seemed calm, even a little unconcerned.

But in reality he was so scared inside that his pupils were trembling if you looked closely.

He was afraid your parents wouldn't approve of him and that he wasn't good enough for you.

You would notice this and hold his hand gently, telling him not to worry.

He would reply with, "I'm not scared, you're overthinking it."

But his hand were honest and gripped yours tight.

When he actually met your parents, he was much more relaxed. They were very gentle and kind to him.

He was back to being the joking, teasing person he was.

Changbin

You were nervous as hell when you met his parents, he laughed at you at the time.

But now when it was his turn, he started to understand what you were feeling.

His hands were shaking nervously with a not-so-natural smile on his face. It was kinda funny if you were being honest.

Your parents would realize his restraint and tell him to calm down, that they weren't gonna eat him.

He would rub the back of his neck with embarrassment.

You would gently pat his thigh to relax him.

Became much more relaxed once the food showed up, he would just focus on eating.

Your parents, especially your mother, liked him a lot. She started complementing his muscle how strong he looked, saying that with those muscles, he could certainly protect you well.

Hyunjin

Confident boy, thought for sure it was okay.

Then as soon as he arrives at your house he starts panicking.

You laugh and stroke his hair and tell your parents that he's not usually like this.

He hides behind you shyly and introduces himself to your parents in a whisper.

Your mother compliments him on his good looks and his face turns straight to a tomato.

He doesn't dare to eat his meal, he was so nervous you could see the water shaking when he picks up his cup.

You had to hold his face and tell him, "you're fine, they're just my parents.

He'll apologize afterwards, thinking he's embarrassed of you. But in reality, your parents loved him and thought he was really cute and innocent.

Jisung

Super confident. Would be talking a lot to your parents.

Maybe even a little too much.

Would listen to your parents and be all dramatic like, "wow..." "really? !" "oh my god!"

When eating, was very satisfied, cheek stuffed, very happy.

He had rice all over his face, you had to wipe his mouth for him countless times.

Your mother said he looked like a squirrel, he was dying laughing, even puffed out his cheeks to show her.

Your dad thought he was a little short, but he never mentioned height again after he saw the love in your eyes when you looked at him.

He was supposed to go home after dinner, but your mom made him stay for the night. Ends up staying for three days straight.

Felix

Would hurriedly prepared a lot of gifts before you two went, you didn't let him take any of them.

It was too formal to bring expensive gifts just for a dinner night at your parents house.

So his final compromise was to bring his brownies.

Your mother loved him as soon as she saw him, loved him even more when he brought out his brownies.

You were practically ignored by your own mother the whole night.

Your dad was still a bit bitter, since Felix was "the one who took you away from him."

But after tasting his brownies, he fell for him just like your mother.

He would be so proud of himself afterwards, demanding complements and kisses.

Seungmin

Would act very mature in front of your parents, introducing his own background and work.

Answered any questions your parents had very carefully, fearing that they would not approve of you being together.

Even when you've told him countless times beforehand that your parents weren't strict.

He was still nervous, although he didn't show it at all.

After dinner your mother suggested that you could sing together.

Although a bit shy, he eventually agrees after your constant persuasion.

Would cautiously ask you afterwards if your parents found him boring, you could only laugh and shake your head.

You ruffled his hair and told him your parents have approved of him a long time ago.

Jeongin

Your parents were a bit worried when they first found out that your boyfriend was younger than you.

They weren't worried about you, but worried about him. They feared that he would be bullied by you. (what great parents)

Really after meeting him, this worry got even heavier.

He looked pure and sweet, like a little angel. They couldn't help but start wondering why a cute boy like Jeongin would go out with you. (again, great parents)

All sorts of snacks and fruit you've never seen before were brought out to him.

He would just shyly sits next to you and responds to your parents' questions, holding onto the ends of your hoodie.

You felt forgotten.

Your didn't want to admit, but your parents probably liked him more than they liked you.