#and when i started looking at available babies. i didn't have a preference between a boy or a girl

[florida3exclamationpoints]

For the 2 people who voted in my poll and were both unaware of Ruby's existence

Ruby was my hedgehog :) I got her in January 2016 when I was 12 and she was my best little buddy :) she got cancer in 2019 and had to be put down that September. I kept a few of her quills in a little vial charm on a necklace and wore it everyday for years, I just recently stopped wearing it everyday bc I got a different everyday necklace for my best friend. Here are pics of my beautiful baby girl

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine being Frenchies younger sibling and finding him again after years of being apart:

Requested: anon / based on this preference

"Je suis un monstre."

"No. You are not a monster. Do not say those things about mon bébé." After all these years, you never stopped being his baby. You were different, of course. Older. Colder. Worn. Your features became sharper, losing the baby fat. But you were still his. He thought about you every single day. Years ago, he asked Mallory to look for you. But even with the technology she had available, the last anyone had heard from you was when you were a teenager. He didn't want to be hopeful or naive, he had to face reality. She was so sorry, but if she couldn't find you, you were probably gone. Dead. He blamed himself for your death, for leaving you behind with your father, for being a bad big brother. You told him you never once blamed him. He got out. You were grateful for that. Eventually, you would too.

"It's been a long time, you don't know me anymore." You didn't talk about the years in-between, what you did to get by, only that you couldn't outrun the shame. You hurt a lot of people and you hurt yourself. You did things you weren't proud of, things you could never tell him. He spent your childhood protecting you, saving you, and in return you sold your skills and talents to horrible people. It was the only way to get out. It was the only way to make a life for yourself. Seeing your brother again, it reminded you how much haf changed. You weren't little kids, you weren't playing in abandoned buildings and coming up with elaborate escape plans to get away from your father. You were adults, adults who made decisions that turned you into a monster. You couldn't look at him. You didn't want to see the pity in his face, there was enough of it in his voice to push you over the edge.

"Nonsense. I raised you, I know you better than I know myself." When you got to New York you tracked him down. It was easier than you expected. Everyone knew about him. Frenchie, they called him, but he would always be your Serge. He didn't recognize you at first, him and his friends instantly defensive that a stranger had broken in. But as soon as you started speaking, as soon as he heard your voice, he dropped his knife. Before you could react his arms were around you, cradling your head, apologizing over and over again. He stopped looking for you. Eventually he introduced you to everyone who, immediately and affectionately, nicknamed you Mini Frenchie. You met Kimiko, too, who loved you from the start. You had a home here, a family, something you hadn't been allowed to have in a very long time.

[angellesword]

Between the Lines | JJK (02)

Jungkook Ackerman was humanity’s strongest soldier. He could do everything, especially if it had something to do with killing those gigantic monsters called titans. Rumor had it that the only thing he couldn’t do was say “no” to Namjoon Smith, the commander of Survey Corps.

What would happen when the said commander introduced you, his daughter who he had been hiding for twenty years, to Jungkook?

Jungkook was never good at meeting new people.

He was exceptionally not good at dealing with brats, just like you.

Did meeting you finally taught Jungkook to draw a line at saying “yes” to Namjoon?

Or would he just deal with you, also known as the commander’s daughter who had been raised by those filthy military police?

genre & content warnings: aot universe, fluff, angst, fantasy au, jungkook ackerman, bts as aot characters, arson, heart attack, intimidation.

pairing: captain!jungkook x reader

word count: 3.8k (chapter 02 - don't cross the line)

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"Are you sure?" Namjoon's face lit up when Jungkook accepted the request. "You're not going to change your mind?"

The captain lazily rolled his eyes at that. He looked bored when he folded his arms across his chest and said, "let me meet her before I change my mind."

Jungkook agreed to train you, but he needed to meet you first. He had to know what kind of personality you had so he could adjust too. He thought he could handle you, as long as you knew how to clean, although this seemed impossible now that he knew you were raised by the interior police. You probably didn't know how to use a broom. Tch.

"She's waiting in my office. We can meet her now..." The commander said, glad that he could finally leave Jungkook's office. It's too tidy here, too bright. It's starting to hurt his eyes. He didn't seem to mind it earlier when he was losing his mind though. Namjoon was always like this, he always went to Jungkook's room whenever he was having a dilemma. The captain didn't mind. Namjoon was usually quiet; he would just stare outside the window while Jungkook sipped his tea.

Namjoon felt comfortable trudging into Seokjin's office as well. He understood the commander too; however, he only went to meet with Seokjin when his dilemma wasn't personal. Seokjin could be nosy. He had a habit of fixing what's broken. He normally used humor to clear up the bad atmosphere, but Namjoon didn't feel like laughing today, not when the future of his daughter was on the line.

"Are you planning to introduce her as your daughter?" Jungkook lifted a brow while he and his commander sauntered towards the latter's office.

Namjoon said earlier that he and Owlette didn't tell anyone that you were their daughter. People were made to believe that you were the youngest child of Isayama and Victoria Saitō, your grandparents.

Owlette was only fourteen when she found out she was going to be a mother. This was a disgrace in the eyes of the Saitō clan. They didn't want to associate themselves with a girl who had a baby out of wedlock, but they couldn't bear to see your mother marry Namjoon either. He was a commoner; meanwhile your family came from a royal bloodline. Your grandmother was a Reiss. Historia Reiss, the current queen, was your cousin. Your grandfather came from a noble family as well. He wasn't just a member of the military police regiment; he was the head of it.

It's strange though. Your family had access to all resources available inside the walls, including man power and medical help; however, you and Historia were the only ones living now. Your grandparents and their children all passed away because of sickness related to the heart.

When you sought the help of Grisha Yeager, your family's doctor, he said that the Saitōs just happened to have a history of heart disease.

The Reiss family all died too, but they didn't die from natural causes. If you weren't mistaken, it was twelve years ago when the Reiss family died of suffocation. All of them, except Historia, were praying at the chapel in Orvud District when a fire broke out.

As a result of this tragic accident, Historia, at a very young age, was crowned as the queen of the walls. She was guided by your grandfather in making decisions. Outside this, Isayama had other things to do.

Candles were said to be the culprit of the tragic incident, but your grandfather didn't think so. He thought it was arson so he had it investigated by his most trusted comrades in the military police. He and his team were the only people who knew about this. Isayama didn't want the citizens to think that it was easy to mess up with a powerful bloodline.

He also didn't want to make a public statement that was based purely on speculation. Years later, he realized that his decision to keep the investigation a secret was justified. The interior police didn't find evidence proving that the Reiss family was murdered.

Sadly, five years after the coronation, your grandparents died too. As mentioned, they died because of heart attack, although Dr. Yeager said that your grandmother simply died of a broken heart. Apparently, it was possible. She probably missed your grandfather so much that she passed away three months after her husband stopped breathing.

"No. I told her she has to continue living as the youngest Saitō if wants to be a scout." Namjoon replied without glancing at his comrade.

"So you're still hiding her, huh?" Jungkook observed flatly, failing to realize that the commander had a reason why he wanted to continue keeping his relationship with you as a secret.

Actually, Namjoon was about to tell him the reason, but he stopped upon seeing Niki, a member of the special operations squad, running towards them.

"Oi, oi. What do—" Jungkook was cut off by Niki, the latter's lips were quivering as he wailed, "Commander! Captain! Some girl is showing signs of a titan!"

There's no room for questions after that. Namjoon and Jungkook just rushed to follow the informant, their hearts beating erratically. Horror also seeped into Jungkook and Niki's vein as the possible outcome of this news messed up with their heads.

It's nothing compared to the knotting of Namjoon's stomach with different emotions though. He couldn't even begin to describe how badly he wanted to throw up knowing that Niki was opening the door to his office, the same room where he left you.

What if you were the 'some girl' Niki was referring to? He knew every scout, except you.

"It's her. Help her, please!"

Namjoon's hunches were rarely wrong. There you were, lying on the cold ground. The uncontrollable jerking movements of your arms and legs made his heart stop beating.

"Shit." Jungkook cursed, dashing towards you. He couldn't wait for Namjoon's instruction, definitely not when the commander was frozen on his spot.

"Call the squad and Seokjin. We need help." Jungkook spat, struggling to engulf you into a hug. Your body was hot.

"Namjoon, get a fucking rope." The captain continued to snap, annoyed that the commander wasn't doing anything to help.

Thankfully Namjoon snapped back to reality, clenching his jaw, he shuffled around to look for something to tie you with. Not more than a minute later, Seokjin arrived with Jungkook's squad.

"Where's the patient?" Seokjin's eyes grew big while scanning the area.

He called you a patient, not a monster.

People who were showing signs of becoming a titan were treated badly, like they were monsters waiting to be unleashed.

"It's okay, I got you..." Seokjin pushed Jungkook slightly so he could handle you, hug you, tame you.

Seokjin was pinching your nape, it wasn't hard but it tickled. A giggle escaped your lips.

"Okay, okay! Enough." You slapped the section commander's hand, chuckling as you sat up. "I'm done pretending. I got all of you!"

You started laughing again, ecstatic that you tricked these scouts into thinking that you're turning into a titan.

Gullible, that's what they were.

***

Namjoon didn't even know what to say to you.

"Say something please," so you had to beg him. You'd accept any form of punishment, preferably getting locked up in a cell, but only because you had read in the file that Taehyung was there. You were curious about that human with titan ability.

You had heard about him before, though you never really care about him or anything related to titans. Why would you? Your domicile was at Wall Sheena. Wall Maria and Rose had to be breached first before you could get a glimpse of those monsters.

You had never seen a human showing signs of becoming a titan either. Frankly speaking, you didn't even know its symptoms before you read it in the file. You knew you should care, especially because any person was prone to becoming a titan. The confidential file stated that the reason why people turned into one of those gigantic monsters was still unknown.

The only thing humanity knew was that anyone who experienced seizure and neck pain must immediately turn in themselves to the survey corps.

Seokjin was an expert when it came to determining if a person was going to turn into a normal, abnormal or a human with titan ability.

Taehyung Yeager was the first person in history who happened to have titan ability though. They called his titan the jaw titan. It's because he's fast and his jaw and claws could break nearly anything.

His symptoms appeared on the day of his 18th birthday, just a few months back. He had already joined the survey corps that time. His comrades threw him a small party. He was in the midst of cutting his cake when the knife he was holding fell on the floor, an orange lightning sparkled on his hand and in less than ten seconds, he transformed into a titan.

Thankfully, his titan was only four meters. The scouts also had a big garden that could accommodate three titans with a height of fifteen meters.

With the information you had gathered, you couldn't help but feel curiosity flooding your veins. Who knew titans could be interesting?

"Are you listening to me?"

You snapped out of your trance upon hearing the rough voice of your father. This was the same tone he used whenever he was trying to recruit scout members.

"Y-Yeah...I am." You stammered, having no damn clue about what he was talking about.

Namjoon was aware of your lie. He stared at you balefully, asking you to repeat the last thing he said before calling you out.

Obviously you couldn't answer him. Your father rarely got mad, but when he did, you knew it was time to run for the hills. You didn't want to risk it so you decided to surrender, hoping that your puppy eyes could melt his heart.

"I'm sorry, Father. I didn't mean to scare you like that. I just want to know if humans can actually turn into a titan..."

Yes, your curiosity got the best of you. You didn't know if you had been ignorant all your life, or if the case of people becoming a titan was simply rare.

You hadn't heard anyone from Wall Sheena showing signs of being a titan. This was probably because anyone who was experiencing the said symptoms was advised to quietly turn themselves in so as not to alarm people.

Aside from this, anyone who was caught hiding their symptoms would immediately be executed. Their family and distant relatives would be hanged as well.

The punishment sounded extreme, but this was the only way to deter people from hiding their disease.

Being a titan was considered a disease, though it was said that not everyone who experienced symptoms turned into a titan.

This was why the government had a special facility located at Shiganshina District, Wall Maria. People who thought they're turning into a titan were placed there, under observation of doctors and research experts.

That's all you had managed to read before an idea popped in your head. You wanted to pretend like you were turning into one of those ugly giants so you could see what they would do to you. Besides, it's fun to play tricks on the scouts. Their expression when they found out you were lying was priceless.

Too bad you couldn't relish their funny reaction. Namjoon dismissed his subordinates so he could talk to you alone, so he could punish you for your sick joke.

"Apology not accepted." Your father's jaw set irately. His anger was palpable. "Did you know you could get in serious trouble if I wasn't in that room? Jungkook was so close to strangling you to death and you know what? I'm not even sure if I'll stop him if you weren't my daughter."

What he said was like a punch in the gut, a reminder that your father wasn't a merciful man, no, not when a brat like you crossed the line.

You were only saved today because you were the commander's daughter and a Saitō.

"What do you want me to do then?" You glared at your father, teeth clenching. For some reason, you were angry at him.

Maybe because he was finally showing you what he truly felt after he found out that your mother was dead.

He couldn't pity you forever. He had to be angry too. He had to see you as his daughter, not just a responsibility he had to take care of in favor of your mother.

"I already apologized. I made a mistake and what about it?" You were provoking him. You were wrong for thinking he could direct his anger at you.

You could see it. The pity in his eyes.

He put that pity into action.

Namjoon sighed loudly, shaking his head. You could see his clenched fist loosening. He was trying to calm himself down.

He was good at it. He was good at faking emotions because when he turned to look at you again, his face was completely neutral.

No need to run for the hills.

"Forget what I said. It's fine. You don't have to apologize anymore."

The sudden change of his attitude was giving you a whiplash.

You kept your mouth shut.

"Just be ready. You're going to meet the captain and your squad in a minute..."

Your heart constricted at that. So there's no changing his mind, huh? He would really give you away. He didn't want to train you so he'd entrust your life to someone else.

Typical Namjoon, always scared of looking after you.

"You know I love you, right?" As if sensing the drop of your mood, he spoke again.

Your lips formed into a line as you gave him a perfunctory nod.

"You'll find a room five doors away from here. Go there now. The captain and your squad are waiting for you."

He's not even going to walk you there, huh?

"When will I see you again?" Tears brimmed in your eyes. You rarely saw your father back when your mother was still alive. It's not that he didn't miss you. He did. More than so much. But Namjoon was busy with the expedition. The headquarters of the scouts were at Wall Rose too, a little far from the headquarters of the Military Police. Admittedly, you weren't sure if you could bear to live here in Wall Rose. It's different from the high standard of living in Wall Sheena.

"You know I'm a busy man," was the commander's only response. It infuriated you.

You thought you could see him whenever you please now that you were living in the same place.

"What if I want to report something to you?" Came your shitty excuse.

Namjoon avoided your gaze when he said, "you can directly report it to the captain of your squad, not to me."

He gave you the impression that he was out of reach, at least as a commander.

"What if I need my father?" You tried once more.

"What's rule number one again?" His head snapped up, finally meeting your eyes. Too bad it was still unreadable.

"What if I'm sad and need the comfort of my father? What if someone here hates me? Who do I call? What do I—"

"Rule number one, Saitō..."

Saitō.

He looked impatient while tapping his foot on the floor, waiting for you to repeat the stupid rule you two made.

"I don't have a father here. What I have is a commander." You indirectly quote the rule. What it really said was that you couldn't disclose your relationship with him.

You hated him for that. Not even a relative, huh? He was just Commander Smith.

"There are scouts your age in your squad. Talk to them. Make friends." And now he was pushing you to be a social butterfly so you couldn't bother him anymore.

Hate.

You hated him.

"Fine." You seethed, turning your back on him. You didn't want to see his face. "I'll see you around, Commander."

If he was shocked to hear you address him in a formal way, he didn't show it. You didn't see it either.

You just left the room, never turning to look at him again.

***

You could hear your heart beat every step you took. You were now four doors away from the office of your captain.

You wondered what they're like. Namjoon didn't say anything about that person, not even their gender. He told you you had to see it for yourself. Being able to compose yourself in the middle of a surprise attack or event was something the scouts needed to master, so you fixed your hair, inhaling deeply when you reached the front door of your captain's office.

Game face on.

You had to prove to your father that it was his loss that he didn't accept you in his squad.

"Hi, everyone!" The grin plastered on your face was huge as soon as you kicked the door open.

Yeah, kicked. The door was ajar anyway. You didn't break it in half or something. You simply wanted to leave a strong impression.

Something that said I'm strong, you can't mess up with me even when I don't have a connection in this place.

Your smile turned into an awkward one when you saw your squad's reaction though.

They didn't seem like they were anticipating your arrival. As a matter of fact, they looked like they were confused and uncomfortable to see you.

Ah, it's your fault. You didn't introduce yourself.

So you did.

Like what you had promised your father, you told the special operations squad that you were a Saitō, a former member of the Military Police who wanted to 'save' humanity from those titans, hence your decision to become a scout.

"A-Ah, nice to meet you..." A blond boy smiled shyly at you, your mind immediately crossing the idea that this person was the captain.

He looked small, fragile.

"Likewise." You grinned back. "So where's the captain?"

You scanned the place using your eyes. Most of the people here were the same ones who saw you faking a seizure.

You suddenly felt abashed. They probably thought you were stupid.

You couldn't let them affect your mood though. You were a Saitō, 'no one could break you.' This was what your grandfather used to tell you.

"It's him." The rest of the squad respectfully pointed at Jungkook. You remembered this man. He was the same person who tried to calm you down thinking that you were going to turn into a titan.

"This one's your captain?" You had to stifle your laugh as you disgustingly pointed at Jungkook.

They couldn't be serious. The one they're pointing at looked like a kid with his doe eyes. He was muscular, but he didn't really look healthy. The bags under his eyes were bothering you. Maybe he's one of those scouts who couldn't sleep because they were too afraid of facing a titan. Maybe his family forced him to join this regiment.

What a poor kid. Oh, well. As much as you pitied this guy, you still had to admit that their joke wasn't that bad. They actually made you laugh.

Were they playing a prank on you because of the stunt you pulled earlier?

You realized it's not important. Namjoon said to forget about it.

That's exactly what you're going to do.

"So..." You started again, finally gaining your composure after almost hysterically laughing at their trick. "Who's the captain?"

Amusement was still coloring your eyes while you looked at every face you could see inside this room.

Eh. None of them looked like a captain. They all seemed like a big joke to you. As a matter of fact, one of them was currently munching a boiled potato.

What a loser. The scouts were not as amazing as what Queen Historia made them appear. They didn't even have manners. Who in the right mind would eat a fucking potato in the midst of a meeting?

Stupid.

They all looked stupid, except one. You pointed at said person, asking, "you're the captain?"

That person seemed taken aback by your question. His reaction only confirmed that your assumption was wrong.

"N-No. I'm Hoseok Kirstein, also under the supervision of Captain Jung—"

The boy who introduced himself as Hoseok wasn't able to finish his statement. He was rudely cut off by Jungkook.

"Namjoon didn't tell me the new recruit was an idiot." Jungkook fired, though his expression was stone cold, clearly unamused with the situation.

You took offense at that.

"Excuse me?" Your teeth gritted. Who was he calling an idiot?

"Is your hearing impaired too?"

What the hell?

"What is your problem?"

"You." Jungkook said impassively. You felt like a vein in your head popped. Damn. This ‘starry eyes’ was infuriating.

You wanted nothing but to slap him in the face.

"Nothing's wrong with me!" You defended yourself.

If he thought he could insult you, then he was wrong. Dead wrong.

Jungkook had no intention of backing off either. To prove this, he took a step closer to you. Without a warning, he grabbed your hair forcefully.

"Tie your hair or cut it off." He was answering your questions, telling you what was wrong with you.

You couldn't talk back. Namjoon had told you before that hair should be tied up, especially during training and expeditions.

"Boots. This isn't a party." He kicked the pointed high heel of your shoe, causing you to lose your balance. Jungkook caught your wrist before you fell.

"You know what else is wrong with you?"

Jungkook didn't wait for your answer. Still unfazed, he said, "your face."

"What's wrong with my face!?"

"You look like a brat."

No!

That was the last straw.

You wriggle out of his grasp. You wanted nothing but to get away from this crude psycho. He was pissing you off so much.

"Listen carefully because I don't like repeating myself." Jungkook pulled you closer, not appreciating your attempt to get away from him.

He wasn't done with you yet.

Jungkook's face was too close for your liking, but unlike what books suggested, you didn't flush because your heart was happy to see a face this handsome. If anything, you just felt embarrassment creeping into your face.

Jungkook was obviously intimidating you.

"I'm the only captain of this squad." His voice was as cold as his eyes. It bore into you, ironically making your face feel even hotter.

You felt like you were under fire. You didn’t like it. He looked like a lost boy just a few seconds ago, what happened to his sparkly eyes?

"So—" His forehead hit yours, making you flinch. Jungkook didn't even bat an eyelash.

The whole room was quiet. Jungkook glared at you for a few more seconds before threatening you.

"Don't ever cross the line again." Was the last thing he said before storming out of the room.

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Changes || Jose "Sad Eyes" Guzman

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A/N: This has been in my drafts for a long while🤦🏾‍♀️👀. Apologises on the delay and for grammatical errors. I hope it meets your expectations or what you were expecting. Please let me know if the Spanish translations are correct. 

Characters/Pairing(s): Sad Eyes x Reader (married) ☆ 19th Street (mentioned) ▪︎ Cuchillos (mentioned) ▪︎ Los Santos (mentioned) Spooky (mentioned)

Request/Summary: Hii, I was wondering if your still taking requests! If you are can I get one with Sad Eyes where the reader comes home late and a fight breaks out between the two and then she tells him that she found out she’s expecting 🥺🖤 (they could be together for 3yrs) pure angst and fluff if anything! Thank youuu! 💕 - @multiyfandomgirl40

Warning(s): angst, fluff, language, mentions of death and gang violence, pregnancy

Word Count: 1427

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The street lights were on by the time (Y/N) pulled into her driveway. As soon as she switched the engine off, she put her head on her hands and took a deep breath. For the last couple of days, her body started to feel the impact of the extra hours she was pulling. Which wasn't a good sign. Lifting her head up and staring out of the windshield, she spotted her fiance standing on the porch. She gave a half-hearted smile and began to gather her things before hopping out of the car. 

She locked her doors and walked up the path to the front steps. As she climbed, she could feel the tension between Jose and herself but chose to ignore it. Moving past him she entered the house and immediately kicked off her heels. She made her way through the living to enter the kitchen to grab something to eat. 

"What's going on with us?" she heard once she opened up the fridge, she closed it and looked over at Jose who continued, "it's like we don't even see each other anymore, because I'm out on Santo business and you're working." He moved forward and gently caressed her cheek, "this is the first time I've seen you awake… when I'm here you're usually asleep." 

(Y/N) turned her cheek and kissed the palm of his hand, "we're both awake now," and wrapped her arms around his waist. A genuine smile appeared on her face when she felt him a drop kiss on the top of her head.

Jose held her tightly against his chest, "querida… why are you working all these extra hours?" He gently pulled away from her to look at her face, "the last shipment the guys and I did pulled double our usual payment, we're good." 

She sighed and shook her head, "it's not about the money… it's more on how you're getting it," she bit her bottom lip, "I'd rather have you safe and here with me than some racks of cash and memories." 

"Querida." 

"With the death of Cuchillos and the newly formed truce with 19th Street I-I can't help but worry that the next time I'll see you is when I have to identify your body," tears trailed down her cheeks.

He reached out and wiped her tears away, "baby I know I can't promise that-" 

"Exactly, you can't! And that's what scares me the most," (Y/N) stepped back, "we're married now, Jose. Not boyfriend and girlfriend, we're not fiance's, we're husband and wife.

"I know what we are, mi amor." 

"Okay, then maybe you'll consider cutting back on the runs you take on."

Jose shook his head, "so you're saying I should turn my back on the Santos?" He gestured towards the house, "the reason we have all of this is because of them. And you want me to turn my back on them?" 

"I didn't say for you to turn your back on them." 

"It sounded like you did."

"All I'm asking is that you don't go on every fucking run!" (Y/N) shot back. 

"I'm Spooky's right-hand, wherever he goes I do too. If he's not available, then it's up to me to sort out any problems," he roughly rubbed his face, "you know this already." 

She nodded, "you're right I do, but it's time we start getting our shit together," sighing, she continued, "you do know there are other ways to get money without having to clean it all the time?" 

He scoffed, "do I look like a guy who works a nine to five?" he began to pace, "I'm not in the Santos because of the money-"

"You joined because of the brotherhood they offered and to make sure your sister and mum would be taken care of." 

"If you know all this, why are you questioning it?" 

(Y/N) walked out of the kitchen and into the living, she reached into the back of the t.v cabinet (knowing he never went in there) and pulled out the piece of paper that would change their lives. Jose watched as she walked back to him with a look of determination. He shook his head, "the block's been crazy lately and you're worried about me, I get that but-" 

"I'm worried because we can't just think about ourselves," (Y/N) slammed the sonogram onto the kitchen counter, "we've gotta think about them too." 

Without another word she walked off down the hallway and entered their bedroom. She slammed the door and ignored the rattling of the pictures on the wall. Sliding down on the door, she sobbed as her hands gently rubbed her stomach. 

Jose recognised what she had placed on the counter, but couldn't believe it was truly in front of him. He and (Y/N) discussed children early on in their relationship, during their engagement and right after they were married. The conversations switched from "what ifs" to "when we" followed by an example of their upbringing and what they would change for their children. It was always a thought or an idea that seemed so far away. 

And now it was going to be a reality. 

He gently picked up the picture and traced the outline of it with his forefinger. His focus switched to the typing of the bottom right corner: his wife's name, date and time of when it was taken and how far along the pregnancy was. Laughing when he realised the date of the conception was around Spooky's birthday bash. Shaking his head, he pulled out his wallet and folded the sonogram so it fit beside the photobooth strip of himself and (Y/N) on one of their early dates. He tucked his wallet into the back pocket of his jeans and went through the cabinets to see what he could whip up.

After deciding on his chosen dish, he made sure everything was cooked thoroughly before putting it together on the plate. He picked up the plate, a fork (because he knew she preferred it than a spoon) and a bottle of water. Coming up to his bedroom door, he knocked gently, he heard some movement before (Y/N) opened it up. 

"I… uh, made you - well both of you something to eat?" He held up the plate and walked inside, "gotta make sure you're eating enough."

She took the plate and fork, sat on the bed and ate away. When she realised he was still by the door, she gestured for him to sit beside her. He did that and was met with a forkful of the food in front of his face, he smiled and took the bite causing her to smile too. She did this a couple more times, but he redirected it to her mouth. She drank all of the water and put the empty bottle beside the bed. Once she was done with the food, Jose picked up the plate and fork and put them on top of the dresser. 

He'd sort them out later. 

"Thanks for feeding us, we really appreciate it," (Y/N) snuggled into his side when he sat back on the bed, he had an arm over her shoulders and his other hand placed on her stomach. He kissed the side of her head. Sighing, she turned to him and wanted to speak more on what was spoken in the kitchen, but chose to relish in the feeling of them being parents.

She pecked his cheek, "we're gonna be parents." 

"Yeah," he moved his hand from her stomach to grab his wallet, opened it up and pulled out the sonogram, "I gotta question though." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Shit looks different, like did they upgrade the system or something 'cause the last time I saw these was when ma told me I was gonna be a big brother," he held the picture at different angles.

(Y/N) looked at him, "kinda, but not really, the printouts are still the same," she tapped the picture, "but you're right about it being different than mama g's, though," at his confused expression, she continued, "we're expecting double trouble." 

Without a second thought, Jose jumped off the bed and picked her up. (Y/N) squealed and wrapped her legs around his waist as her hands went to the back of his neck. They shared a passionate kiss, only separating to come up for air. 

Jose had a grin plastered across his face, "we had a really good time at Spooky's bash." Laughing, (Y/N) brought him in for another kiss.

- ♤ - ♡ - ◇ - ♧ - 

Spanish Translation(s): 

Querida - sweetheart

Mi amor - my love

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[hufflautia]

The Boyfriend

Dedicated to the anon who came up w this idea and to @eatacrackerandstop <3. There's a small Shadow and Bone reference; if you find it, you get a high five✨

Summary: Slytherin and Hufflepuff meet their daughter’s boyfriend for the first time, and Slytherin has a few concerns.

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Hufflepuff closes the door behind her daughter, who stepped out to privately wish her boyfriend goodbye on the front stoop, and turns to Slytherin.

“He seems like a sweet kid,” she smiles. Slytherin follows her into the kitchen with a disgruntled expression. He leans against the countertop as she begins washing the dishes.

“What’s taking her so long,” he eyes the door. “It only takes a couple of seconds to say goodbye to someone.”

“They spent the entire night with us. They probably just want a little alone time,” Hufflepuff replies. She glances at him when he sighs and crosses his arms. “Do I sense a little disdain for our daughter’s boyfriend?”

Slytherin scowls.

“I don’t like him,” he states plainly. “He gives me...bad boy vibes.” His scowl deepens when she laughs incredulously.

“Bad boy vibes?”

“Yes,” he says indignantly. “Bad boy vibes! Did you see his smirk when she laughed at his joke?"

"You smirk a lot,” she points out, to which he grudgingly admits. “Besides, is it bad that he can make her laugh?"

"'Course not," he huffs. "But did you see how he put his arms around her?”

"I'm pretty sure that's called a hug, honey."

Slytherin steps between her and the sink. She shoots him a look as water drips on the floor.

“Please get out of my way, Slytherin. You’re acting like a child.”

He takes her hands into his own, not caring that they’re wet. “Honey, you’re not listening to me.”

“I am! I just don’t agree with you.” She continues before Slytherin can object. “You’re worrying over nothing. Our daughter is old enough to make her own decisions on who she hangs out with and what she does with her time."

“She’s only in her seventh year—”

“Slytherin," she says sternly. “Our baby is grown now, believe it or not. I trust her judgment. You should too.”

His brows furrow, and he doesn’t respond right away.

"It's not that I don't trust her," he finally says. "I just don't want her to get hurt."

Hufflepuff softens in this rare moment of vulnerability—his grumpiness and frustration often mask his fears.

"We can't control what happens," she says gently. "We can't control who does what or who hurts who. But what we can control is what we do and how we act." Slytherin remains silent as he considers her words. "I think the best thing we can do is support our daughter. And if things don't end well in their relationship, she will know who to come to: the people who have always been there for her."

Her words sink in, and Slytherin nods.

"You're right."

"'Course I'm right."

He smiles somberly. "I’ve only ever wanted to protect her."

"You will," she assures, pulling him into an embrace. "But you will do so at a healthy and reasonable distance. No threatening the boy."

Slytherin snorts and says, "I'm not that type of dad." He rests his chin on top of her head. "But if he breaks her heart, I keep no promises."

"Good," she murmurs into his shirt. “I'll be right behind you.”

Their moment of peace is interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing. They see their daughter, Giselle, standing by the doorway with a flushed grin.

"Hey kiddo," Slytherin smiles.

She makes a face. “I'm 18, Dad. I'm not a kid anymore."

"Alright." Hufflepuff notices a familiar gleam in his eye and tries not to smile as he continues. "Do you prefer muffin? Sweet pea? Or perhaps cupcake—"

Giselle covers her ears. "Dad!" she groans. "Eat a cracker and stop."

He holds his hands up in defeat as he chuckles. "Okay, okay."

"So," Hufflepuff says once things settle down. "What did Dorian think? Did he like us? What about the food? Was my cooking okay?" A look of horror washes over her face. "Oh shoot, should we have given him some leftovers to take back to his family? He probably didn't get too far, I'll go get the food from the fridge and—"

"Honey," Slytherin laughs, resting his hand on the small of her back before she can scurry off in search of tin foil and plastic containers. "It's fine."

"Yeah," Giselle assures. "The food was great, and he loved meeting you guys."

"And we loved meeting him,” Hufflepuff says warmly. “Tell Dorian he's welcome to come back at any time."

"Okay," she grins. "Can we start our movie night now?"

Slytherin nods. "I believe it's Mom's turn to choose the movie."

"I know exactly what we should watch tonight," Hufflepuff beams. They pile onto the couch, and when she puts the disc into the DVD player, everyone but Hufflepuff's face falls when they see the title.

"Aw, not this movie," Giselle complains. "We watched the trailer last week, and you said it yourself that it looked like trash."

"Wha—I didn't say trash!"

"I think you did," Slytherin interjects. He stifles a laugh when she shoots him a look.

Hufflepuff purses her lips. "Ravenclaw and I watched it at the movie theaters a few days ago, and it was a cinematic masterpiece!"

He arches an eyebrow. "So you're gonna watch it again?"

"Yes! Because it’s that good. And I want you guys to watch it with me. The movie has adventure and plot twists and romance—I mean, what hurts more than a broken heart?"

"A severed head," Giselle replies, to which Slytherin snorts a laugh.

Hufflepuff scoffs and shakes her head, but a smile tugs at her lips. “You’ll see what I’m talking about after we watch it, but I need to use the bathroom first. I’ll bring back some popcorn.”

“Can you also get some Sprite?” Giselle calls after her.

“Okay.” Hufflepuff lingers by the doorway. “Do you want anything, sweetie pie?” she says to Slytherin.

“No thanks, snuggle bunny.” He snickers when Giselle visibly cringes. He and Hufflepuff liked to call each other outrageously sweet pet names in front of their daughter for the sole purpose of grossing her out.

“Yes,” Giselle says in a deadpan voice. “This is the exact spot I want to be in right now.”

Hufflepuff laughs and winks at Slytherin before leaving. He watches her walk away before whispering to Giselle, “How likely is it that she’ll accidentally trap herself in the bathroom and we get to pick another movie?”

“Extremely likely,” she replies. “If we put a rubber item underneath the door to act as a door stopper, she won’t be able to open it from the inside…” Slytherin is looking at her weirdly, and she swallows her words. “...I mean, I don’t know.”

Slytherin smiles but doesn’t say anything. Giselle may have inherited her mother’s looks, but she has her father’s mischief.

While they wait for Hufflepuff, Slytherin speaks. “Can I ask you something personal?”

“Sure,” she says cautiously.

“Do you love him?”

Her eyebrows rise—she didn’t expect this question. She takes a moment to think.

"Not yet.”

He nods. "But you're happy?"

"I am," she smiles.

His eyes crinkle. If she was happy…well, that was good enough for him.

“I’m glad, kiddo.”

This time, Giselle doesn’t roll her eyes at the term of endearment. Instead, she takes his hand and squeezes it three times. Slytherin, who taught her the gesture, squeezes her hand four times in response.

“Who’s ready to start the movie?” Hufflepuff walks in with popcorn and sprite, unaware of the father-daughter moment she just missed.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Slytherin sighs, scooting over to make space for her. She plops down beside him and settles the bowl between them.

“Oh,” she perks up. “Before I forget. Accio tissue boxes!”

Slytherin looks bewildered as tissue boxes come flying their way. “Do we really need tissues?”

“Absolutely,” she scatters the boxes over their laps. Slytherin raises an eyebrow and glances over at Giselle, who also looks perplexed.

“My teen angst bullshit is about to have a body count,” she whispers as the movie begins playing.

A/N: This fic is somewhat connected to Different Love Languages, another one of my fics. Is the slytherpuff couple in that fic the same couple in this one? That's up to you, dear reader😌

I lowkey hate the title, but I couldn't come up w a better one. Also, this fic was longer than I planned. I originally decided to write something like this:

“Why don’t you like him?”

“Because I used to be a bad boy, which is exactly why I don’t trust him.”

Basic dialogue, plain and simple. But the darling anon who told me their idea deserves a full-length story <3

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[jaedreaminn]

‘Anti Bully Buddy’

Summary

You weren't someone who would take shit from others and a were naturally protective of the ones you loved, but the world just didn't work out in your favour and you always became the bad guy.

Enter Tall, Handsome new guy with too much free time and a goody two shoes complex who's forced to stick by you.

Huh, maybe the world was working in your favour this time...

Pairings: Kun x fem!reader

Theme: Highschool, Bullying, Comical, humour, fluff.

Characters: Kun, Winwin, Ningning, Ten, oc «mentioned» Jisung.

Word Count: 3.7k

It wasn't an uncommon phenomenon for you to find your wrists bruised and, yourself slightly wounded sitting outside the principal's office. There were three other kids sitting opposite you and they were all three years below.

The principal walked out, looked at you and sighed “Bullying these kids again y/n?”

Your head hung low as anger started to boil inside you and you clenched your fists that were on your lap.

“Sorry ma'am” you forced out through gritted teeth.

Here's the thing those three kids belonged to very influential parents in the school so no matter what you said you were always the bad guy. The bully. But you didn't mind it. That reputation helped keep a lot of unwanted people in your life away.

The three boys sat in front of you with smirks and bruises on their faces. You didn't mind the title of bully, but you didn't like when the three devil incarnates always got away with what they did because it was YOU who was deemed bully.

“And that to kids who are your juniors?” The principal scoffed “This is happening way to often, and I don't like it” she said sternly, but you couldn't bother it was the same every time. She'll scold you a bit more and then give you some sort of creative punishment she worked up, and then you go home.

“Well we'll sign you up for the anti bully program I guess” the principal looked at you and sighed while you looked at her, confused.

One of the demons sitting opposite you spoke up asking her your doubt “Anti bullying? Isn't it supposed to help the victim not the bully?”

The principal smiled slightly at the boy “It's a newer approach where we assign someone to keep an eye on the bully, so they don't cause trouble. We could protect one victim, but the bully will just bully someone else” the principle smiled, and you frowned. That means your privacy will be taken away. Not that you do anything secretive, but you just aren't that fond of people.

You groaned and the principal glared at you “We already have volunteers” the principal said sternly her glare still on you “I'll check through whose schedule matches yours the most and tomorrow you're getting your anti bully buddy” the principal said sternly “Or how I like to call it A.B.B” the principal said the last part turning to the three boys giving them a quick smile.

“I'll see you in my office first thing tomorrow y/n” the principal said to you while flashing you a rather strict looking smile. You gave a slight nod and left.

It might be surprising to many how you could take on three boys at once. It had to do with your dad. He was a great fighter and told you that if there ever was a day he couldn't protect you, you should know how to fight. And so you learned, you went for karate classes and learned hand-to-hand combat. But it wasn't something you took very seriously, but then your mom died giving birth and everything went downhill. Your dad wasn't the same anymore, but he had to push through to raise your baby brother, but he was mostly drunk and spiraling while your aunt swooped in and handled the baby, and you were left alone. You needed an escape from that, so you spent more time at your dojo practicing and practicing and using it as a way to let your anger out. Because you knew you would crumble too if your brain didn't focus on something. But slowly everything got better, and you were starting to function normally as a family again. Your dad could smile again. But things changed again and your dad met someone. She made him happy, so you approved of her, so they got married. But they forgot you and your baby brother. Don't get them wrong they were good to both of you providing you with everything you needed and were never harsh or mean but to them, it was as if you weren't part of the family. It was easy for them to forget you. The person who you loved the most forgot you and moved on. And so you did to. You moved on and learned to live with it. And did the best for your brother too. He was the last memory of your happy family with mom and dad. And well know your only family that actually felt like family.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn't realise when you reached class and when it ended. But all you knew was that it was lunchtime now.

“So another fight I see” Ten, one of your closest friends said with a smirk. “They deserved it” you grunted as you sat down next to him.

“I don't doubt that” Ten hummed out and just then two trays were slammed down onto the table in between you and ten. “So another fight and what is your punishment this time?” Ningning who slammed your and Ten's tray of food asked as she grabbed her own tray from Winwin who was behind her and sat down next to you. Winwin took the last seat available on the small circular table, between Ten and Ningning.

“How is jisung?” Winwin asked concerned.

“I got there in time, but he was hurt so he's resting in the infirmary right now” you said grimly.

You the looked at Ningning “Ohhh my punishment might just be the worst one yet because there is going to be someone who will FOLLOW me wherever I go in school to make sure I'm not causing trouble.” she gave a small chuckle at your irritation.

“Not that bad your lonely ass will make one more new friend” Ten said cheekily with an awfully cheeky grin on his stupid face. You punched him lightly and he dramatically fell back and threw his hand over his head and gasped “You wound me y/n” you just rolled your eyes and smiled and then naturally your group fell into conversation.

After you returned home from school and once diner was done (it was just you and jisung for diner) you lay on bed smiling. The day wasn't that bad except for the incident in the morning. You then frowned remembering what was to happen tomorrow.

Tomorrow came in a blink of an eye, and you were now seated in the principal's office next to this...guy. He had blond hair that extended below his eyes, but his eyes weren't covered because his hair was neatly parted showing his dark chocolate brown eyes. He had given you a smile when you entered, and you also saw that he had dimples. The cutest dimples that you had ever seen. But in all fairness you hadn't seen that many dimples because you didn't know that many people- you've mainly just seen pictures of people with dimples. But still his were cuter than the pictures.

“So this is your A.B.B” the principal said pointing at the boy beside you and he gave a small smile, you noticed him slightly cringe at the name.

Your principal started to speak cheerily “His name is Kun! But then her cheer fades and she said darkly "If you attack him too you're getting expelled”

You turned towards Kun and forced a smile. Kun smiled at you, again. He genuinely smiled and his teeth might have actually sparkled by how bright the smile was.

“Now off to class you two have the same schedule except for one class at the end of the week” the principal said and got to the work that was on her desk as you and Kun left.

Your smile dropped, and you turned to Kun “Look” you started, and he looked at you expectantly “You don't have to take this seriously cus I'm not really a bully per se so just mind your own business, and I'll mind mine”

Kun frowned “That's not going to help you get away with it and plus it's my job to stick by you whether you like it or not. I cannot have you bully people. It's sad that you find the need to pick on people and I hope to help you stop”.

You narrowed your eyes “I don't pick on people. You don't even know me”.

Kun sighed “I was already filled in on how you bully the kids from a younger class by the principle. I know your probably going through those teenage angst phases and that's okay I'll help you through it” Kun said not noticing the change in mood and how you were about to snap. “And maybe that is because you don't get along with your brother but beating him and his friends up and sending him to the infirmary isn't goo-” “What would you know” you interrupted him in a low hiss.

“YOU” you yelled stabbing his chest with your finger “DON'T KNOW 𝑨𝑵𝒀𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮” you yelled emphasizing the anything as you continued stabbing him in his chest with your finger and then stormed off to your first class.

Kun stood there dumbfounded for a second but then immediately snapped out of his dazed state and realized that you had already left and began to run after you to your shared first class.

The entire day consisted of kun following you around and trying to start conversation with you and you trying to ditch him and ignoring him.

Lunch came and he followed you then too. You turned to him annoyed, but he smiled “Aren't you going to have lunch?” You asked clearly mad “Of course I'm going to have lunch” he said with his seemingly constant smile but didn't move.

“So why are you still here?”

“Like it or not” he said in a sing-song tone “I'm going to be having lunch with you”

“Ugh” you rolled your eyes and stomped towards the cafeteria. You soon saw Ten and Ningning already at the table conversing with each other.

You approached the table with Kun on your tail and Ningning and Ten looked at you confused but only for a few short seconds, soon Ten's eyes lit up knowingly “Oh A.B.B!” Ten exclaimed pointing at Kun who just awkwardly smiled.

“You can call me Kun" Kun smiled.

“But I like A.B.B.” Ten frowned.

“And I prefer Kun” Kun said a bit sternly.

“Kun works too I guess” Ten sighed.

You rolled your eyes at the exchange and sat down. A tray of food was already placed on the table for you and winwin, but you couldn't see your Jisungs tray.

“Where's…”

“Oh ji took his tray and is sitting with his friends in the garden” Ningning said noticing you look for him.

“Kun if I knew you'd be joining us we would have got a tray for you too” Ningning smiled at him apologetically.

“Oh it's alright I'll get my own tray and sorry for just imposing in on you guys but I have to follow y/n around.” he apologized and left to get his tray.

Ningning smiled “He's sweet”

“Not when he's following you around 24/7” you groaned and Ten snickered. Just then Winwin arrived and sat down.

“What misery of y/n's are we laughing at today” Winwin asked, and you glared at him. Ningning just smiled but Ten spoke “oh her A.B.B is here and is going to be following her around throughout the day” Ten snickered.

“Ohh that's nice less trouble for our tiny bully” Winwin said patting your head, and you sneered at him.

“I'm not that short, and I can take you so don't test me”

Winwins eyes widened at the very real threat for a second before he flashed one of his adorable smiles, and you could no longer be mad at him. That's the thing. Everyone loved Winwin. And that's why the brat got away with everything he did.

“Sicheng?” someone called from behind you and everyone turned to see Kun standing there with his tray shocked.

“Kun ge?” Winwin asked his eyes scrunching in confusion before the widened, and he was smiling again.

“Kun ge! What are you doing here” Winwin said immediately getting up and hugging Kun.

“I just transferred to this school three days ago” Kun said one hand wrapped around Winwin and the other holding his tray.

“That's why I haven't seen you before” Ningning muttered under her breath but you and Ten heard it too.

“Oh, and I'm y/n's anti bully buddy to so” Kin said laughing nervously.

“Wait really” Winwin jumped up in happiness and turned towards you “Kun ge was from my old school, and he helped me a lot there” Winwin said beaming at your group. Winwinw was the latest addition to your friend group around two years ago.

Ten had made friends with him first and you and Ningning easily grew fond of him too.

“Yes sicheng and I were really close-”

“Sicheng? Who's that?” Ten asked and you, Winwin and Ningning gave him a deadpanned look.

“Umm Ten.. Winwin's real name?” Ningning said and Ten's jaw dropped and Winwin scoffed in disbelief and threw Ningning's banana at him earning a smal protest from her and a whine from Ten who was hit in the face.

“As Kun ge was saying we were close, but I lost contact when I changed my phone number.” Winwin changed the subject still glaring at Ten while taking a seat, Kun sat next to him. And soon enough your group fell into easy conversation with Kun.

You even decided to finally talk to him and Kun stopped to smile at you in shock, but continued the conversation immediately.

For the first time that day Kun was not unbearable. He was actually really cool guy and talking to him was so easy. You two then talked about everything and anything and suddenly you didn't hate him any more, couldn't hate him any more. You had a class after lunch and then a free period where you continued to talk. You even decided to take him to your favourite spot in the school: the garden.

“Y/n” he suddenly called out and you just hummed in response while continuing walking towards the garden.

“I-” he stared “I had my assumptions about you but their not true and your actually really nice and have friends who are a good influence for you too” Kun said but stopped. You stopped walking and looked at Kun, he wanted to ask you something but was waiting for your permission “go on” you said as you resumed walking.

“How come you're categorized as a bully by the principal and are always in trouble” he finally asked after a long pause.

“Because she doesn't know the truth” you sighed and muttered softly.

“What?” Kun asked not having heard you properly you were going to tell him when you heard a small bang coming from one of the inner school corridors.

You and Kun looked at each other wide-eyed and both ran towards the sound. What you saw made your blood boil.

In front of you were the three boys that you beat up barely two days ago and on the floor agains the lockers was Jisung clutching his stomach. “Yah!” You screamed and that seemed to get their attention.

Kun who was looking at the scene unfolding wide-eyed had now come to his sense but Instead of his usually gental and calm eyes his eyes were in fierce glaring slits.

“Didn't I just teach you three a lesson yesterday” you snarled.

“Yes, and now we're teaching him a lesson. He was being pathetic and showing off in class” one of the three morons you were going to beat up spoke.

You began to charge in their direction only to be held back by a firm grip on your hand.

Kun shook his head, but you didn't care they deserved it, and you shoves his hands off you but he had other plans holding onto you tighter than before.

“Wait” he said struggling to hold you back but failing as you escaped out of his grip again, not that that was really hard to do with your training and skill, but you still waited, impatience clear on your face.

“Let me handle it” Kun said and you thought for a second about it. If anything went wrong you could still take all three of them, so you stood aside your guard up. In all honesty you wouldn't mind a different way to deal with those devils.

“So it's because he” Kun pointed at your brothers figure on the floor “is showing off? How?”

“He's getting all the answers right but refusing to help us.” One of them complained.

“Stuck up. That's what he is” the other added.

“And your solution was...?” Kun asked raising an eyebrow.

“Knock some sense into him” the third one smirked.

“So physically knock some sense into him? As in attack him... physically?” Kun asked the boys, and you were starting to get frustrated you were about to take a step ahead, but Kun held his hand out in front of you stopping you.

“Yes. You got a problem with that ha? What are you gonna do about it beat us up to?” They laughed.

“Oh yes I got a problem, but I won't beat you up. Instead,” Kun pulled his phone that out of his pocket and that's when you realised that he had been recording everything. You didn't know when he started recording or when he carefully placed the phone in his pocket with the back camera facing the boys. All you knew is that this time you got them. You couldn't before because of your school's crapy camera placement a.k.a. it being placed in only a few corridors that were close to important rooms where things could be stolen from and even those cameras were ancient.

“Instead I'll show this to the principle. And life will get easier” Kun said with a smirk on his face. It was kinda attractive but now was not the time to think about it.

Before you could register what was happening one of the boys lurched forward and tried to grab the phone but Kun simply stepped aside, and he went tripping ahead. The other two soon followed, but you had enough time to react and block them.

“So that's what..." Kun muttered still holding his phone in his hand watching you block but not attack the three. Suddenly it made sense to him, after all those conversations he realised you were very close to your brother, and he knew these three boys were also slightly influential in school. Good thing he was more influential than them Kun smirked to himself and made a run for it. He ran towards the principal's office and showed her everything.

What happened next, happened really quickly, the boys and their parents being called, acknowledgement of their bullying and your innocence, because you still used voilence, you were give a lighter and fairer punishment. All three of the boys, to their dismay had an A.B.B now, and you couldn't be happier. Oh and they also got suspended.

“Thank you” you said to Kun, and he smiled.

“Was glad I could help” his gaze then shifted to the floor “I guess I don't need to follow you any more” he said with a soft but dry chuckle.

“Yea…” you trailed off “but you could still join us?” You asked hopefully and Kun's eyes seemed to light up. “I'd like that” he smiled.

“Oh and you have to let me thank you properly” you beamed at Kun.

“You really don't need to”

“But I want to! So tell me how?”

Kun hummed in thought “Give me sometime to think about it, and I'll tell you later” he smiled and patted your head as both of you continued to make your way to class.

Time passed and things got better. You and Kun got closer than ever. You always hung out with him, either in a group or one on one. Furthermore, you found it easy and relaxing to be in his presence.

Maybe along the way you started liking his presence way more than you used to and felt for him in a more than Platonic way. But you kept it in- you aren't going to mistake his kindness for anything else.

One day when the both of you were walking to your house after you friend group parted ways after spending the entire morning and lunch together, with ice cream cones in each of your hands you remembered and asked “I never did get to repay you for how you helped tell me how can I return your favour”

“You know you don't really have to?” Kun smiled at you and immediately you felt your face go warm.

“But you know I want to”

Kun stopped in his tracks and pretend to think, you rolled your eyes at his acting but smiled nonetheless.

He then smiled and bent down leaning in, he was so close that you could see every detail on his face, even the little scar on the right side of his face “How about you take me out?” your breath hitched.

If your face felt warm earlier it was hot now. “O-out? Where do you want to go?” You bit your lip nervously as you kept reciting to your self in your head 'it isn't what you think it is. It isn't what you think it is.'

“I don't know depends on you really” Kun shrugged and then smiled again (it was as if he was trying to kill you with the number of time he gave that smile that caused you to stop breathing) “Which are your favourite dating hotspots?” and whatever defence you built up against him came crumbling down, and your jaw dropped, and you just stood there staring at him.

For a long while- like really long while because now his features fell “I mean y-you don't have to go on a date with me if you don't want to you know...” He trailed off taking a step away.

“YES! YES I'D LOVE TO GO OUT WITH YOU” you yelled and then your eyes widened, and you settled down into a more relaxed position and cleared your throat “yea sure I don't mind” you said making your voice lower and puting on a facade that Kun saw right through (obviously) because he was smiling, and you couldn't help it you smiled too.

“So Saturday's at four?” Kun asked smile still visible, but he was really nervous and you didn't need to know that.

“Yes” you said giving him a big smile.

A/n: To the people that made it to the end....I'm sorry you read that. This is my least favorite fic among all my stuff and I honestly just posted it because I wrote this for a friend who I care for too much to have her idea hidden in my drafts forever. Well more of a demon child but yea she specifically asked for this and my conscience can't keep this hidden.

[ssin-ent]

Black car

non requested

[warning: mark tuan x fem!reader, dom mark, dirty talk, sex in public, car sex, fingering, oral(receiving), punishment]

"Shhh" Mark says as his handin rubs your inner thigh, close to your dripping center.

"Isn't it what you wanted?" he asks with a smirk when he hears you whine as his fingers find the fabric of your underwear, you automatically spread your legs to give him more access.

Earlier you begged for him to touch you, you were throbbing with need of him,or anything he could give you as long as you find release.

Mark was used to you being needy in the most unapropriate places. But you never asked him such favor in the backseat of a taxi on your way home.

Thank god it was night at this moment, the only source of light was the ones from the car lights or the ones of the city, letting you and your boyfriend in the darkness, hiding his ministrations, well,at least you hoped it was.

He strarts to run his pointer finger on the front of your panties, lightly teasing you, making your center throb and clench around nothing. You bite your lips to surpress any sounds, and look through the window in attempt to not make any of the scene suspicious.

He dips his warm hands inside your underwear as he leans in to kiss at the side of your neck, biting and licking the skin. He circles his thumb around your clit, slowly at first, making you wetter and wetter at each seconds passing.

"What a naugthy girl" he whispers next to your ear as he inserts a first finger into you without warning, you squeeze your eyes shut trying to control yourself and not moan out loud, feeling relieved thinking that you'll finally get what you want. But e slowly moves it back and forth, never going in fully, which results to you trying to buck your hips on his fingers. He tssk you and pull his finger out licking it to get a taste of you it as if there wasn't another person right in front of you.

You gulp loudly, staring back at his lustfull eyes, You wanted to crash your lips over his, jump on him and ride hard right here right now.

He puts your panties to the side to thrust 2 fingers deep inside tou making your throw your head back. He right off starts to set a fast pce, knuclea deep inside of you as his digit slams into you. Your breath quicken, both fromyou didn't have time to adjust and your climax feeling this near.

He shows you no mercy as you struggle to keep a straight face .He inserts a third finger , this time you fuck yourself back on them, the more subtle you can. He hits your sweet spot dead on and you whine, your eyes widen and you act as if you hitted your foot to not make any of the situation suspicious. You put your head in the crook of Mark's neck, fisting his shirt to keep you grounded as he adds the circling movements of his thumb on your engorged clit, Eightening the sensations.

You whisper his name in repeat as your orgasm hits you like a ton of brick, making you arch back. Mark pulls out his soacked hand, dripping with your wetness as your chest heavens up and down.

Soon, the car is stopping at your door, Marks tips the driver and helps you getting out of the car.

As you enter your house he slaps your ass, and pulls you into a rough kiss, biting your lips hungrily. He flashes you a bright and devilish smile and lowly says:

"Wait for me on the bed."

When he joins you, you're already naked with only your underwear on.

He smirks at the sight and takes his shirt off, moving towards you to kiss you roughly ,pushing you to lay on the bed as he attacks your lips, licking and biting until you're both out of breath.

Mark puts his hand around your neck "You're such a dirty slut. You know the rules princess, don't you? yet you begged me to fuck you in that car" He shaked his head dissapointivy and turned you to lay flat on your stomach, landing a hard slap to your ass " what a bad girl"

another slap, "Ass up" He orders , you gasp as he overs you to whisper in your ear "I have to punish you now." before he kisses down your spine untill he reaches the curve of your ass, landing another slap and massaging the cheeks in his hands "I've been very nice with you earlier, letting you come all over my fingers"

You clenched around nothing as the position and the memories of what happened earlier turned you on again. You whine, and shake your hips in attempt to touch you but to no avail. He gets rid of your underwear and his pants before he uses his belt to tie your hands together and you whine once again

He slaps your ass to threaten you an thrusts deep inside you and goes back out to only let his tip in " haa please mark" you say in a high pitched voice.

"Who?" Mark asks thrusting in hard, making you lunch forward and whimper.

"Please sir."

"I prefer that. I'm going to pump you full of my cum until it's running down your thighs but you won't get to cum baby, understand? "

You whimper but nod, negociating never get anywhere once mark decided something. He resumes to moving, thrusting deep and slow onto you, dragging out his movements to make you feel how hard he was. "Fuck you're so wet, you're such a whore for my cock hmm? You already came and you're already clenching, I must fuck you so good" he says in a cocky manner.

You fuck yourself back on him, chasing your high that you momentarily forgot he wouldn't allow you to reach. He starts to thrust harder , skin slapping echoing the room as he has a grip on your neck, squeezing it,making your head spin with pleasure.

When he notices you're closes he pulls you up against his chest, holding you closely so you can't do nothing but take it.

His movements are now slower and hitting deeper inside you, his hips rolling against you, making you let out a broken moan as he kisses your neck, his touch making your akin tingle, the hair getting hotter.

"Rwmember that you cant cum babygirl" he says raspily before emptying himself inside you which made you clench over and over again aroumd his cock.

Then, he makes you lay on the bed, on your back as he unties your hands. He moves down to spread your legs, you whine as you feel his hot breath against your glistening core with his come. "I want you to look at me " he says before he dives in and lick your cunt, his eyes sticked on yours as he cleans his cum off you making your legs twitch and your body tremble from holding your orgasm for so long, doing your best to ignore the tight knot in your stomach.

Mark looks incredibly hot from here, his dark eyes, his hair damp and his tongue licking at every inch of your pussy mixed with the squelching sounds and the moans he lets out make you think you won't be able to hold it anymore.

He does it ever so slowly, making sure you're feeling every of his movements, it brings tears to your eyes, your core throbbing and your legs twitching, trying to close themselves around his head at the amount of stimulation ypu're receiving but he holds them steady, spread wide for him.

When his head goes up from in between your thighs , stoping his ministration he says with smirk:

"That makes one"

[joaquinwhorres]

Into the Rush

Summary: You’ve been dreaming about your first college party since high school. But the asshole with the Eyebrows who’s apparently part of that teen boy band you never got into? Added bonus. 

Pairing: Kendall Knight x Reader (slight Logan Mitchell x OC) 

Word Count: 5,473

Author’s Note: I don’t even know what to say about it except for I’ve already have more, and I love Big Time Rush. P.S. If you mildly enjoy this, please message me or send an ask because I could use some validation.

Warnings: Underage drinking. Mentions of sex (between background characters)

There was nothing quite like being surrounded by a group of strangers.

Getting lost in the rowdiness of the crowd was exhilarating. You thrived on the energy, as if the rest of the time you weren't fully alive, weren't fully on.

The sentiment was cliche as shit, sure, but it didn't make the experience any less incredible.

And this party was fucking incredible.

A jolt of pain shot up your hand as your roommate tightened her grip, her fingers crushing yours with a surprising amount of force for someone of her stature.

If you had to guess, she didn't share your excitement.

You had only been here ten minutes, and it was already the second time she had caused you to lose feeling in the tips of your fingers.

"You ok?" you shouted back to her, wiggling your fingers in an effort to get her to relax her grip.

"I'm fine." She gave a fleeting, less than half-hearted smile, and you let your gaze narrow onto her. Her attention had already been pulled away though, eyes darting around the room as if she was cataloging every available exit and exactly what path she would need to take to get out.

"You're sure you're good to go back in there?" you gestured with your head to the living room which was even more crowded.

"Yeah," she nodded, and you looked at her for a second more before shoving your way past the other people swarming towards the kitchen island turned makeshift bar.

You paused as you reached the doorway to the living room, not just because too many people were coming into the kitchen and effectively blocking your way, but to enjoy the scene from the outside.

Whenever you had pictured college, it had always looked exactly like this.

Couples pressed against one another, hands roving and bodies colliding. Friends formed circles of various sizes to laugh and dance together and block out outsiders. Strangers stood feet apart, attempting to coax the other person to come closer, that they were worth it. The room was dotted with red solo cups and Keystone. You wanted in.

Unwilling to let another person bar your path, you spotted an opening and jumped towards it, tugging your roommate Behind you. A chorus of angry shouts followed behind you, but you couldn't give less of a shit even as your roommate mumbled apologies in your wake.

You pushed forward holding your cup ahead of you like a torch, guiding the pair of you through the crowd and closer to the makeshift stage a boy with dreadlocks was making his way through a Twenty One Pilots song.

You took a sip of your jungle juice, eyeing him up and letting your hips sway along, your roommate coming to stand next to you. While you should have expected parties in LA to be different from those in Philly, you hadn't considered the fact that people would take any opportunity to perform.

"This is great!" you shouted over to your roommate who stood, completely still, staring up at the performer. She jerked in surprise before turning to you.

"Yeah," she nodded again, and something about the motion hit you.

You furrowed your brow slightly, looking at her. "Is this your first party?" You tried to keep the incredulity out of your voice. Really, you did. But you could tell you failed as she flushed and looked away, her eyes landing on a couple that obviously couldn’t wait for a bedroom to open up. She turned an even brighter red and looked back at you. "Is it that obvious?" she mumbled, using her free hand to brush a lock of hair behind her ear. "You just need to relax a little," you shook your head with a smile.

She bit her lip, clutching her cup even tighter. You could have laughed at her. You did.

"Just start dancing. Have fun," you said, prying one of her hands off the cup and lacing it with yours, holding your hands up and forcing her to dance closer.

"I don't know," she protested, but the corner of her lips turned up a little bit and she began to twist.

"You don't know?" you echoed, before taking a long sip of your cup even as you continued to dance.

"I mean I want to have fun," she paused while you continued dancing. "I just…parties weren't really my thing…not that I didn't…I was busy in high school, and—"

"Hey," you laughed, shaking your head to stop her. "You don't need to make excuses, it's fine. Not everyone's a young delinquent like me." In all honesty, even though you had only met the girl twelve hours ago or so, you had been mildly surprised when she agreed to come out with you. She just had the "good girl" vibe about her. You attributed this to the fact that she had already bought all of her textbooks and had given you look of absolute terror when you walked into your room with four other girls from your floor.

Your roommate let out an exhale that could have been a relieved laugh. "Thanks. I promise I'm trying not to be so lame."

"I know I don't know you, but I have a feeling that you're totally not lame," you said, reassuringly. "But hey, cheers to your first party," you announced, holding out your cup. She tapped hers against yours, and both of you drank, you lifting your cup up completely and finishing half of your drink. She took a single small sip.

Baby steps.

It took half an hour for your roommate to relax enough to allow herself to dance.

It was another half hour before she would really dance with you.

For someone who didn't go out, you were shocked at how fluidly she was able to move–like the music was just a part of her, carrying her away from the crowded room and into another place completely.

For a little, you were convinced that she was just a lightweight and that the alcohol had kicked in and drowned out her worries. But when you chanced a glance into her cup, you couldn't help but notice that it was still two thirds full even though you were well into your second one.

As such, it was unsurprising that you really had to use the bathroom and she was completely fine.

"I'll come with you though," she offered, shouting over the new duo of girls who seemed to be trying to bring back pop punk.

You had opened your mouth to respond when your eyes fell over her shoulder, and you caught sight of a boy who stood a little ways back in the crowd. It wasn't so much that he was good looking—although he definitely was with his flattop and strong jaw and impressive taste in clothes–it was the look he was giving the back of your roommate's head. He stood slightly slack-jawed, his eyes glued to her even as someone waved a hand in front of his face.

Your gaze shifted back to your roommate who was looking expectantly at you. "Nah, it's fine," you waved a hand dismissively. "Just stay here so I can find you when I come back."

"Ok," she nodded hesitantly, and you turned to begin making your way to the back of the living room, towards the hallway that separated the bedrooms from the rest of the house.

The crowd was noticeably thinner back there, most seeming to prefer thronging the stage. So, as you made your way towards the closed door at the end of the hallway, you caught bits and pieces of people's conversations. You learned that Jay was here with that bitch Takiya and that Addison was wearing the same outfit here as she did to that party three weeks ago. As if no one would notice.

You rolled your eyes, taking a spot next to the boy who was already waiting next to the door. He glanced over to you out of the corner of his eye as he leaned his head back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling.

You returned the glance, eyes giving him a calculating once over. His blonde hair was swept up carelessly as if stuck that way from when he rolled out of bed, and he had the beginnings of a beard–more scruff than anything else. You couldn't decide if he was going for hipster or throwback to grunge with his dark jeans, black t-shirt, and open red plaid button up. Not bad.

You took a side step closer, and leaned back against the wall with him, waiting to see if he picked up a conversation.

He didn't.

You waited for a song and a half before you finally spoke up.

"This is the line for the bathroom, right? We're not just standing back here being a couple of antisocial hipsters?"

He snorted, looking over at you, and your eyes widened slightly as you got a good look at his face. It was objectively attractive. With his piercing gaze and the slightly bored look of someone who had nothing to prove. But his most noticeable feature–the surprisingly attractive one–were his dark, thick eyebrows. You had never found eyebrows attractive before, and you doubted you ever would after this moment. But still. Hot damn.

"Yeah." How he managed to pack so much derision into one word, you'd never know, but your body acted on instinct, your eyes rolling of their own accord.

"What?" he asked, pulling back a little to look at you.

"Sorry, that's just my natural reflex to a complete stranger giving me unnecessary amounts of sass."

"All I did was answer your question," he argued, his voice turning defensive.

"Yeah," you echoed his earlier tone, turning to look back out across the party and away from Eyebrows.

You hated it when cute boys turned out to be assholes.

Although you had to say that you were a little surprised he left it at that as opposed to insisting he win the confrontation. Instead, the two of you waited in silence song after song until the band finally announced that they were about to play their last song.

By this point, you were certain that if you had to wait another minute you were going to pee yourself. Right here and now.

"What is taking so long," you mumbled to yourself, Eyebrows startling a little as you walked past him to bang on the door.

"I would just wait." He sounded exasperated as he looked down at you. As if you had tried knocking on the door five times before and hadn’t just been waiting in silence for the past ten minutes.

“Yeah, not my thing,” you brushed him off, hitting your palm against the door. “Hey, come on, there are people out here waiting.”

There was no response, just the sound of the band moving into the chorus of "Stitches" which really was a better pop than punk song. “Hello?” you called, knocking again.

Again, nothing.

Your hand reached for the doorknob, and you felt it begin turn. "Did you seriously not even try to–" you were cut off mid-sentence as the door opened to reveal a couple int he middle of a moment. You pulled the door shut as quickly as possible as the boy behind you let out a bark of laughter.

"I told you to wait."

You glared back at him even as you banged on the door for the third time. "If it's taking this long, then you're not doing it right! There's a magical little spot that'll get it done, and if you can’t find it, stop taking up the bathroom and give up.”

The boy's eyes went wide and his mouth fell open.

You huffed. "I have to pee. I don’t have time for them to figure out erogenous zones.”

A high pitched moan and an uncomfortable guttural sound came through the door. A mutual feeling of revulsion swept through you both, and you had just recovered when the door behind you swung open and nearly nailed you in the back.

The couple shuffled past, Eyebrows following their progress with the ghost of disgust still on his face. You took the opportunity to slip into the bathroom.

"Hey!" he shouted quickly, throwing a hand onto the door to push it open.

"Yeah, I don't even know your name, so you're not coming in with me," you shook your head, pushing the door more closed. He flushed but didn't step away.

"I've been waiting for like twenty minutes. I have to go," he protested.

You winced sympathetically. "That really sucks," you commented before continuing to push the door closed. "Maybe next time you'll grow a pair and knock on the door." You put your full body weight against the door, finally hearing the telltale click and swiftly locking it before he could try to get in again.

He slapped his palm against the door. "Not cool!" his voice sounded through the wood. You just smiled as you reveled in your victory.

He honestly couldn't even complain that much. It took you all of four minutes to go to the bathroom, wash your hands, and unlock the door. "All yours," you announced, turning to the place where he had previously been standing, your eyes falling on two girls with obviously flat ironed blonde hair. Your brow furrowed as you quickly scanned the vicinity for him. He was nowhere in sight.

Confused, you headed back to your roommate, finding her in exactly the same spot you had left her.

And unfortunately alone.

"Hey!" she shouted over to you, handing back your cup of jungle juice. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You've been gone a while," she commented, looking you over.

"I had to wait forever," you sighed, shaking your head a little. "There was a couple finishing up in the bathroom." You punctuated the sentence by taking a sip from your cup, watching as her face took on a look of disgust that almost rivaled Eyebrows'. You choked on your drink as you snorted.

"What?" she asked, defensively, and you shook your head, swallowing down your drink.

"Nothing, it was just the look on your face."

Her face morphed into something more unsure, and for a second you were left wondering if you said something wrong. It hit you that maybe you should have taken more time to get to know your new roommate. In your head, you had thought that getting drunk and hitting up your first college party together would be the perfect icebreaker. The alcohol would help ease the awkwardness of "get to know you" questions, and after a night of partying there was no way you'd come out without shared stories and inside jokes.

But looking at her, half a cup into her drink and still tenser than anyone else in this whole house, you were beginning to sense you had made a mistake.

"Talk to me, baby I'm going blind from this sweet-sweet craving, whoa-oh"

Your attention suddenly snapped to the new band up on the stage. "Holy shit," you swore, your eyes falling on the lead singer who was walking towards the crowd.

"Let's lose our minds and go fucking crazy Ah ya ya ya ya I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean."

You suddenly understood Eyebrows' desperation.

"That asshole can sing," you muttered, your eyes following him as he winked at a girl near the edge of the makeshift stage before turning around to sing with the boy who had been staring at your roommate.

It was your roommate's turn to look confused as her eyes flitted between you and Eyebrows and then back to you. "You don't know him? Them?" she corrected herself quickly.

"Should I?" you asked, drinking more of your jungle juice as you watched him move to stand next to a boy with tanned skin, wearing a blue and black striped t-shirt.

"That's Big Time Rush." Her voice sounded disbelieving as if there was no way on earth you wouldn't recognize Big Time Rush on sight.

"Oh," you shrugged, watching now as Eyebrows seemed to get lost in his own music, falling into perfectly synchronized dance steps with the other boys in the band.

"You've never heard of Big Time Rush?" she asked, looking at you as if you were crazy. You were starting to think you might be if she had heard of them and you hadn't.

"I mean, I knew they were a band, and I'd heard a few songs, but boy bands weren't really my thing."

"They had some pop hits," she defended so quickly that you took your eyes away from them long enough to smirk at her. She stumbled for the right words. "I–I mean. I'm just surprised they didn't play them at your parties."

"This wasn't the kind of music they played at my parties," you shook your head, looking back at the stage in time to see the brown-haired boy from the crowd catch sight of your roommate and stumble a step. You grinned as Eyebrows shot him a questioning look as the tall, thin fourth member subtly shook his head.

"So who's who?" you asked, stepping closer to her. "Like, who's that?" You pointed to the one who was attempting to brush off his mistake and get back into the song.

Your roommate flushed, "Um, that's Logan," she mumbled quickly. Before you could quiz her on the rest of their names or even ask why she was blushing so hard, the song ended and a familiar voice spoke over the mic.

"How we all doing tonight?" The crowd cheered in response, and you snorted, rolling your eyes. Why did every band insist on asking the audience how they were doing? As if between sets suddenly some emotional catastrophe had happened to the crowd.

"Better than you!" The words had left you before you really knew what you were doing, and your roommate's head snapped towards you.

Eyebrows looked out over the crowd as if trying to find the source of the voice before his eyes fell on you. You smirked and raised your eyebrows. To your surprise, he smirked as well.

"Just wait," he said, before pulling back to join the rest of the band. People in the crowd chuckled a little, as if unsure about what the appropriate response to the exchange was and waiting for him to move on. "It's gonna be a Big Night." There was a small cheer from the crowd at the announcement as the band launched into their next song, apparently an original since you didn't recognize it.

You listened to every song Big Time Rush played; from the covers to the originals which you vaguely remembered your gym teacher playing while he made you shoot baskets—probably in some misguided effort to be "hip."

The songs were pop-y and boy-band-y and you didn't particularly enjoy them, but the alcohol seemed to finally settle into you, a pleasant buzz coursing through your veins, urging you to dance along with the strangers who pressed in on you from all sides. And their songs were good for that.

You didn't leave the living room until the band did. Even then you waited another song before grabbing your roommate's hand and dragging her outside claiming that you needed some air.

And a third cup of jungle juice.

As you stepped out into the back patio, your eyes immediately fell onto large folding tables set up in the back where there seemed to be three different games of flip cup going on. A loud laugh and chants of "one more, one more, one more" caught your attention, and you turned to see a group of friends struggling to fit as many people as possible onto an old plaid sofa. The cheers as a twelfth person fit themselves on the couch almost drowned out the gentle strums of the acoustic guitar next to you.

"I love this song," your roommate murmured, turning to face the random dude with sunglasses and a man bun who was playing "Wonderwall" for a group of swaying girls. The two of you wandered over, and you were mostly successful at keeping your attention on him even when you noticed the four boys from Big Time Rush making their way outside and towards the flip cup table.

You were successful at ignoring them for the entirety of their first game, instead focusing on the guitar and the contents of your cup.

You only glanced over at them once during the second game when you heard someone scream "Just flip the fucking cup, Logan!" followed by an equally frantic "I am flipping!" and then shouts of victory.

It was when the opponents started begging Carter to stay for a redemption round that you finally broke and turned to completely face them. The sandyhaired muscular boy named Carter shook his head, scoffing at his friends as he allowed himself to be dragged away by a pretty brunette.

You were already halfway to the table before the boy with the backwards baseball cap (who had been trying the hardest to keep Carter there) looked out across the yard. "Yo, anyone want to play?"

"I'll play," you volunteered, jerking your head up as he looked over at you. You gave a small half smile at the sight of Eyebrows straightening up at the sight of you. Next to him, Logan's eyes shot over your shoulder. Your roommate must have followed you over.

"You know the rules?" the baseball cap boy asked.

"Yeah…I've been to a party before," you said flatly, taking Carter's old spot at the end of the table and across from the boy in the blue and black striped shirt. "And yes, I can drink," you added, finishing off the last of your jungle juice.

"You know you can't cheat your way to winning flip cup," Eyebrows said, moving down the table and shuffling the other boy out of the way.

"You can," you corrected, leaning forward towards him, letting your cup drop to the ground. "But I don't have to."

"We'll take her," baseball cap boy decided, as his teammate poured Keystone into the cups. "I'm Devin, by the way," he reached over, offering a hand, and you shook it.

"Y/N," you introduced.

You shook hands with Caleb and Drew before turning your attention to the other team.

"On the count of three?" Caleb asked the tall band member, who nodded. "One."

"Two–"

"You're going down," you mouthed to Eyebrows who shook his head.

"Three!" Caleb chorused with the competition, lifting his cup to his lips and chugging the beer. Caleb downed his first, but the other boy had a perfect first flip. Logan was up next, and was still struggling to flip his cup even after Drew successfully flipped his cup and Devin began drinking his beer. He finally landed it, allowing the next boy on his team to quickly catch up, racing against Devin to land his cup. Neither experienced much success as the rest of the teams cheered them on, you doing your best to keep from screaming at the kid you hardly knew. The next thing you knew, the boy across from you was drinking his cup, and Devin hadn't even managed a near success.

"Come on!" you shouted, and he flinched, the added force being exactly what was needed to land the cup. You threw your beer back easily, putting the cup on the edge of the table before you could even finish swallowing. You flipped the cup up and watched as it fell absolutely perfectly onto the table.

A second after Eyebrows'.

Both of his hands shot up into the air as his team high fived each other. "Celebrating a little early. You've still got three games to go," you remarked, piling your hair on top of your head and securing it with a hairtie.

"The hair's going up, she must be serious," Eyebrows teased, his teammates laughing as you narrowed your eyes at them.

"Let's just play."

You almost wished you hadn't insisted on playing the rest of the game.

Your team lost the second round. You somehow managed to pull the third round out of your ass. But the fourth round…

You had finished your cup and flipped it a solid ten seconds before Eyebrows could, only to have your team completely fall apart on you. You groaned as even Logan flipped his cup on the second try and Carlitos went on to win the game.

The band celebrated loudly as your team quietly slapped hands and murmured good game to each other before dispersing. Your roommate moved forward to stand next to you, unsure of why you hadn't left yet.

"So much for having a better night than me, huh?" Eyebrows turned to you, smirking.

"It's not my fault my team fucking sucked," you snapped, and he grinned.

"So it's your team's fault?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"If it had been just me, I would have won," you argued.

"Let's do it then," he challenged, leaning forward, his hands on the table.

"You're on."

"Y/N–" your roommate started, at the same time Logan looked to Eyebrows.

"I'm not playing another round," he shook his head.

"I'm hungry," Carlitos frowned.

"And James is already gone," Logan added, looking off to where the tall boy was leaning against the fence, talking to a girl.

"Fine, just one on one then," Eyebrows challenged.

"Same rules?" you asked.

"One round, winner takes all," he nodded.

"And what exactly does the winner take?" you asked cocking your head to the side.

"Winner's choice? Post-game?"

"Anything goes?"

"Anything." His smile was something between predatory and self-satisfied.

"Sounds like a deal," you agreed, mirroring his smile and ignoring the hovering presence of your roommate at your back.

"Logan, you pour," he ordered, and Logan shook his head but poured Keystone out into the eight cups, setting them before the two of you.

"Ready?" you asked, and the boy nodded. "One," you gripped the red solo cup in front of you, keeping your eyes locked on his.

"Two," he counted.

"Three!"

You tapped your cups against each other before downing the beer and racing to flip the cup. You got yours in one shot and moved to the second one where he caught up, finishing his third drink right as you finally landed your second. The two of you managed to get your third cups on the same try before you finally reached the last one. He finished his first by no more than a second, but it didn't matter as you watched his cup fall to the side and roll away from him. You flipped your cup…and missed. He set his cup back up, and you readied yours, launching it into the air with two fingers as he flipped his.

Your cup landed with a satisfying sound as you let out a scream of victory.

He ran his hands through this hair looking at his fallen cup and you threw back your head and laugh.

"Yes!" you cheered again, turning to your roommate, and she smiled back at you. The boy shook his head, coming out from behind the table.

"Good game," he offered a hand, and you shook it, your skin tingling at the contact–or maybe from the alcohol. Either way, the simple motion felt loose and heavy as the alcohol weighed down your limbs. "What'd you win?"

"I haven't decided yet," you said, crossing your arms and looking him up and down. "A part of me is seriously tempted to subject you to even more public humiliation." You bit your lip, considering this, and his eyes followed the gesture. "But then again, anything is on the table, and it's always nice to have a favor…" you trailed off.

"How about you think about it over a dance?"

"A dance?" you repeated, raising your eyebrows and pulling back a little.

"It's that thing when you move your body to music?" he explained, and you snorted.

"See, I feel like that's what you would have asked for if you won, aannnnd you lost, sooooo," you trailed off, shrugging.

"Sounds like you're afraid you can't keep up," he goaded.

"Please," you scoffed, dismissively. You paused, though, glancing to the side as you considered it, your eyes falling on your roommate. "I can't ditch my roommate," you shook your head, turning back to Eyebrows. "It's her first party," you added in a whisper. A little voice in the back of your head told you that this was probably not information you wanted to spread, and that you were probably a little too drunk to really take control of yourself. But fuck the little voice.

"That's your roommate?" he nodded in her direction, and you looked at her again. She giggled and looked down, her hair falling into her face and shielding her from Logan's view. He gave a small smile at her in return.

"She's safe with Logan," he said, confidently, looking back at you. "He's the last guy who'll ever try anything.

You side-eyed him. "And you?"

"I am a complete gentleman," he said, placing a hand over his heart, and you laughed at him.

"Alright gentleman, let's see if you can keep up," you agreed, taking his hand and dragging him into the living room.

You loved the way music felt when you were like this.

It was as if your blood was singing. The alcohol kept you from focusing on anything more than one thing at a time which meant you could give yourself entirely to the song. Let it take over your thoughts. Let it tell you how to move.

If you had to guess, the boy felt the same way. The way he rocked to the beat of Tove Lo's "Say It," his grip firm on your waist as his hips moved with yours. You would never admit it, but the boy could keep up.

"So, it's Y/N, right?" he asked, his breath hot on your ear, his scruff against your neck. You leaned further back into his grip, moving your body against his in time with the song.

"Yeah," you exhaled, turning your head so he could hear you. "What's your name?"

To his credit, he didn't seem shocked that you didn't recognize him from Big Time Rush. Instead, he leaned even closer and answered: "Kendall."

You expected for him to withdraw a little afterward, but he stayed close. So close you had a hard time focusing on the music as opposed to the feeling of his hands on your hip, his face close to yours. Your heart beat faster.

"You know, you're not as bad at dancing as you are at fflip cup," you slurred slightly. You felt the laugh reverberate through his chest as his exhale blew the wisps of hair that fell from your topknot.

"Speaking of which, any ideas?" he asked.

"Ideas?" You attempted to sift through your thoughts as quickly as possible, but you were finding it difficult to do so when the music was so good, and his grip tightened slightly on your hips.

"On what you win?"

You shifted slightly in his hold to look at him and found his face much closer to yours than you had anticipated. Maybe it was because you were leaning forward slightly, into him. "I ha—"

"Everybody out!" a voice bellowed as red and blue lights lit up the house. Kendall jerked back from you as if the jolt of panic that rushed through you shocked him as well.

"Oh fuck," you swore, quickly looking around the room as people swarmed towards the exits.

"Come on," he said, taking you by the hand and leading you towards the back door. He shoved people out of your way, ignoring their curses and angry shouts.

If it hadn't been for the situation, you might have laughed at how similar this was to the beginning of your night. And then it hit you.

"Where's my roommate? I need to find her–" you tripped, stumbling into Kendall's back, and he came to a stop.

"She's probably still outside," he assured, continuing the journey once more.

"We have to find her. We have to find to find her and Logan," you insisted.

"We have to go," Kendall corrected. "She'll get out too."

"No," you argued, pulling towards the flip cup tables as people streamed past you. "I promised—it's her first party and I said—,"

"Y/N," Kendall's grip tightened around your hand as he pulled you after him. "Let's go to my house. If she's with Logan, he probably took her there too. It's not far."

You looked up at him and his intense hazel eyes and took a breath in, even as the sick feeling of guilt swept over you. "Ok."

Tags: (y’all probably meant Stranger Things/Marvel stuff, but you’re on my everything list, so...) @upsidedownstevie @morgandakotaq @hairringtonsteve @kyloreneges

[mysticdragon3md3]

Stayed up all night and practically wrote several essays, trying to convince myself to not/buy KH3 Nendo Kairi. Sorry, Kairi. Maybe if you weren't $62. Maybe if you were KH2 version. But as it is, spending that much, after also preordering other things, including a more expensive Nendo Aqua,...I just can't spend that much on a KH3 Nendo Kairi without feeling guilty. Sorry, completionism. But $62 is too high.

12:23 AM 6/22/2021

Yknow what?

If I had the choice between only having money for a 2nd Nendo Joker or a 2nd Nendo England, I'd choose Joker in a heartbeat. So what am I trying so hard to decide here? Do not preorder Hetalia World Stars version Nendo UK! Even though he's blond, you haven't had need of that. And if you really needed him blond in a photo, you could Photoshop him! but let's be serious, people want to see authentic Nendos in photoshoots, and his non-blond hair will mark him as authentic. So you don't get called a bootleg buyer! But what do you care what others think? You care that Nendo England looks like the England from your nostalgia...and for that, you need blond. And I can do that through Photoshop. Because seriously, you've barely used or looked at your current Nendo UK, you haven't been compelled/obsessed with more USUK photoshoots, you haven't even been playing with Nendos US UK much. YOU WOULD NOT EVEN _NOTICE_ IF YOU HAD 2 NENDO UK. You only need one. Your Nendo US doesn't even have sandy blond hair like your anime nostalgia! So what does it matter if UK is off-color!?! ...It matters because you have a chance to get proper-color UK hair. But I don't want to spend all this money. When I first saw this figure announcement for Hetalia World Stars version Nendo UK, my immediate thought was that I don't feel the need to have 2 Nendo UK. I already barely play with the one I have. It wasn't until I realized this 2nd edition Nendo UK has blond hair, that I started thinking I had to have it. But if that's the only reason, then I don't really need to. I don't actually have such an intense need to have it. I've barely had an intense need (anymore) to have my current Nendo UK. So I definitely don't need a 2nd one. And if saving my money on this, will allow me to get possibly a better Nendoroid later, well then, this is an opportunity to revisit that "lost battle" where I wasted money on Bayonetta, 2B, etc---*This* time, I could win that "battle". And then maybe in the future, there'll be a 2nd Joker Nendo or Nendos for Claude and Dimitri! *o* In any case, so many figures end up in the Available Now section, that blond Nendo UK will probably end up there. Or, if you're worried to not have a blond UK ready if GSC later releases a properly sandy-blond Nendo US, then I'm sure if they ever announced a 2nd Nendo Amerrica, then they'd re-release the Nendo UKs. This is not even your last chance, you might have extra money to afford a 2nd Nendo UK in the future, but for sure you know, you don't have the money to waste on a 2nd Nendo UK _right now_. So don't. Save your money for that hypothetical 2nd Nendo Joker in his school uniform, or Nendo Dimitri and Claude, or whatever gets announced from the Nendoroid Select '21 survey results. Remember, that still needs to get announced. So, no on preordering Hetalia World Stars version Nendoroid UK.

As for Kairi...Let's be honest (again). I haven't been obsessed with Kingdom Hearts in years. And even when I was, Kairi was barely in them. I don't have that much of an attachment to Kairi. Even though Oathkeeper is my favorite Keyblade because it came from Kairi, sometimes I fear that emotional impact was more the effectiveness of that plot point in that moment of the first game, more than a reflection of my attachment to Kairi. I have attachments to Riku and Sora. When their Nendoroids were announced, I preordered ALL of them right away. Even though I didn't really like KH2 Sora's outfit. Even though it pained my wallet to buy 3 pairs of the same characters, back to back. Even after all these years, those 2 were the characters I was sure of feeling attachment towards. I can't keep judging whether to buy Kairi's KH3 Nendo, based on possible attachments I might feel towards Kairi in KH3. Because I've had that game for months and I still haven't even opened the case yet! O~o! That should be my strongest indicator of my attachments towards Kairi and willingness to buy Nendos for her, especially KH3 Nendos of her. Admit it: Your KH nostalgia is all wrapped up with KH2, Birth by Sleep, and earlier. I shouldn't be making $62 purchase decisions for Kairi, based on KH3---a game that I'm apparently no longer interested in enough to play immediately. Not getting KH3 Kairi's Nendo feels bad as a completionist and as someone who has real life personal attachments to sibling-like groups of 3 friends. But I knew when she was announced that I still preferred her KH2 look, because I've just always liked long(er) hair. And I love her dress in KH2. Yes, I have to gamble on GSC eventually announcing a KH2 Nendo Kairi, and then when I get her, all my "groups of 3 friends" figure photoshoots will be limited to Sora, Riku, and Kairi's KH2 depictions...even though I don't really like KH2 Sora's look...But am I even that compelled to take photos of Sora/Riku/Kairi in the first place? I barely take pics of my current, KH1 Sora/Riku Nendos right now. But if KH3 is my last Kingdom Hearts game (even if my status is still to "eventually" play it), wouldn't I want Sora/Riku/Kairi's last depiction in my memories to be what I own as Nendoroids? I mean, it would be the perfect end-cap image to the series for me. And Square said that KH3 is the end of the Xehanort Saga or something. It's the end cap. ---There I go, basing a Nendoroid purchase on a game I haven't even played yet, while I ALSO already know I prefer Kairi's KH2 look. Y'know what? What if they do eventually release a KH2 Kairi, a KH1 Kairi, even Terra and Ven as Nendoroids? They'll definitely choose some previous Nendos to re-release alongside them! And if they release another version of Kairi, then guess what? The re-release will be KH3 Kairi. And maybe by then, I'll have the money for this. Or at least, the results for the Nendoroids Select '21 survey would have been released by then, and then I can know whether my money can go towards a character I want more, or towards a KH3 Kairi re-release. I mean, it'd be different if Kairi played a bigger role in KH3, and though I've been staying away from most spoilers, I did hear that she got sidelined AGAIN. And sure, it seems she might be the protagonist of the upcoming rhythm game, but I may not get that. I'm stopping at KH3, remember? So if she's getting sidelined in KH3 again and in the rhythm game, she's like asleep or something, reminiscing, just being used as the overall story's framing device,...then that doesn't sound like a lot of screentime for me to get attached to her. I mean, when I was younger, I thought Kairi did a lot in KH2, but I didn't cry when she reunited with Sora, I cried when Sora and Riku reunited. (I don't even ship those babies! LOL) ---I feel really bad writing all this to convince myself that I don't like Kairi enough to spend $62 on her. It's not like I hate her. I don't even *dislike* her! I LIKE her!!!! It's just...I've been retroactively organizing my Nendoroid

inventory lately, and I've been seeing all the money I've wasted on figures that I only bought out of completionism, that made me cringe inside at the pain this would cause my wallet, because I didn't love the character enough to jump and thrash in my chair with excitement, when I saw their figure announcements and "DAMN THE COST!"... If KH3 Kairi Nendo can't make me feel that way, then I shouldn't be buying her.

There's a perfect counter example in this month's preorder interests!!! I wasn't expecting Pop Up Parade Kikyo! I don't even like static scale figures! I like articulated figures! And chibi too! Pop Up Parade isn't either of those things! And I haven't been a fan of Inuyasha in years! I haven't been obsessing over anything Rumiko Takahashi in years! But when I saw Kikyo's Pop Up Parade announced, I knew I had to buy her. I jumped up and thrashed in my chair. I gasped. I uttered "ohmygawd" over and over like I was losing my mind. Even now, I occasionally browse her announcement pics, just to admire my waifu some more. That's how ALL my figure preorders should make me feel.

And I don't feel that way about KH3 Nendo Kairi.

And I don't feel that way about Hetalia World Stars version Nendo UK/England.

I kind of want to be suspicious if Nendo Aqua makes me feel that way, but what's there to be suspicious about? I'm too attached to her. The majority of my favorite cosplay memories are attached through her. On top of that, her character design is so pretty! She qualifies as what I call in my figure collecting, a "beauty piece", a figure whose design or sculpt is so pretty, that whether I even know the character/series is negligible for me to enjoy owning that figure. Aqua's got that AND she's endeared herself to me. Plus, she's a nice character. I got invested in her BBS story, her 0.2 story, and curiosity about her in KH3 is a big part of why I never concede that I'll someday play that game. I like Aqua. And her character design is pretty. I shouldn't feel guilty about preordering her Nendoroid this month. Even if a future hypothetical Ky Kiske Nendoroid gets announced in the possible future, I would gladly spend money on both Aqua and Ky. I'd make my budget work.

So, sounds like I'm preordering:

Pop Up Parade Kikyo

Nendoroid Aqua

and that's it.

1:37 AM 6/22/2021

Y'know the funny thing is that I feel like if GSC did announce a KH2 Kairi, I'd want KH3 Kairi too. ...She is pretty cute... Damn it. This wouldn't be such a problem if she wasn't $62!!!!!

Looking back through my Nendoroid Inventory, most of my 2017 Nendoroids were under $40! That's because the currency exchange rate was to our advantage. Because the US$ was stronger vs the yen back then, we got everything pretty much at least $5 off! But now we buy from GSC Shop US, and their prices don't account for currency exchange rate changes. (But can I justify switching back to preordering from GSC's international shop, when they have $20 shipping vs GSC US's $3/figure shipping, and we're still in a pandemic so I should limit my purchases to as local as possible? I feel like especially in the pandemic, I have to stick to the GSC US shop.) A 4000yen Nendo isn't $35.30 like it was for me in 2017. Now a 4000yen Nendo is probably like $40 at GSC Shop US. Hold on...Browsing through the GSC international online shop...Even the simple Nendos, like this Nendoroid Steven A Starphase, just a guy in a suit, is already 6930yen! These Bofuri Nendo preorders right now? BOTH ARE 6600YEN EACH!!! In 2017, I got the freaking special edition harvest moon Kagamine Len and Rin Nendoroids for $35.30 each!. I thought that maybe Square was charging GSC extra licensing fees since they would prefer to make money off their own figure lines (Play Arts Kai, Bring Arts, Play Arts Mini, etc.). But it seems like Nendoroids are just more expensive in 2021. O______________O!!!!!!!!!!!! In 2017/2018, even the freaking Madoka Magica maiko version Nendoroids were only $42.36, $43.99, $39.71! And those had so many tiny printed floral details! And accessories! O~o! Same for my detailed Touken Ranbu and KanColle Nendoroids back then! O_O!?!?!???????!!!??????????? Nendoroids are just going to be more expense now. Wow.

I guess the important thing is that if I buy Nendo Kairi, that when it comes time to unbox her, I don't get that sickly unboxing feeling in my stomach, where I can't believe I spent money on this. Like, Kiso is cool, but I don't know her and I'm certainly not obsessed with her. I shouldn't have bought her, especially for over $50. Same with the Akizuki sisters. Probably same with Shoukaku, though she seemed nice in the anime. And certainly the lack of attachment applies to my Nendoroid Iowa. More than half my Touken Ranbu Nendoroids, I bought without really knowing their characters. Half of them, I bought just to prove to Good Smile Company, the demand for male figures. Soon after those first few TouRabu toudans, GSC announced their Orange Rouge line: "Good Smile Company and Max Factory's brand dedicated to male character figures and goods." And yeah, I'm super sentimental enough that even though I didn't really know these characters, now that they're in my collection, they're MINE, they're my precious little tsukumogami babies, whom I wouldn't trade away, no matter how much my finances complain. Plus, I have so much anxiety, that selling/trading is too much stress for me. If my reluctant and failed attempts to sell the lesser parts of my manga collection at swap meets have proven, is that even if I wasn't obsessed with the thing I collected, and even if I have an easy opportunity to get rid of them, WHILE making money in doing so,...I still just can't do it. That's why I threw away all my Nendoroids' packaging plastics when I ran out of storage room for them. I knew I was too chicken and too sentimental to ever sell any of my Nendoroids. Even the ones that gave me that sickly unboxing feeling in my stomach, thinking about the $50+ money I wasted.

---Even when I could have instead been spending it on Nendoroids of characters I actually love! What if a school uniform Nendo Joker gets announced? Or a Nendoroid Claude and Dimitri? What about Nendoroids for Ky, Sol, Lady, Lelouch, Rukia, etc.??? Sure, I can squeeze things into my budget right now. But if that time comes later, when I'll want a Nendo schoolboy Joker or a Nendo Rukia, and I don't have the money for them, will a Nendoroid KH3 Kairi have been worth it? I mean, I already prefer her KH2 look over her KH3 look. Why do I have to care if I don't have a matching Kairi to my Sora/Riku Nendos in my figure photos? Why do I have to be so completionist about this? People will understand that not everyone can afford matching Nendoroids. Hell, my Nendo America and Nendo England don't match! One is from Hetalia World Stars! The other is from Hetlaia The World Twinkle! No one cares! What's important is that I have the 2 characters from my ship in the same pic or the same shelf! No one cares if they match! If I prefer KH2 Kairi, then I should hold-out for her and then take goddamn pictures of her with KH3 Sora/Riku if I want! Hell, I prefer KH2 Riku's look too! I'll just swap out Sora and take pics of KH2 Riku with KH2 Kairi, and KH3 Sora! ...That is, if GSC eventually makes a KH2 Nendo Kairi.

omg I'm going in circles again. I need a snack break.

8:15 AM 6/22/2021

I'm too tired now to remember all the thoughts I wrote about and thought through. x~x;

8:43 AM 6/22/2021

If I skipped KH3 Nendoroid Kairi, would I even miss her? I mean, before, I was so hung up on my Nendo UK not being blond, but now I realize that I barely even think about that, nor even often think of that Nendoroid itself, very often. Hardly ever, actually. Will it be similar with Kairi? I mean,I don't look at my KH1 Sora/Riku Nendo and lament about how I don't have a KH1 Kairi Nendo to go with them. I actually don't really like Kairi's KH1 look. I guess I only really like her KH2 look. So why not hold out for KH2 Kairi Nendoroid possibly being announced in the future? But what if they never make a Nendo Kairi besides this KH3 Kairi, and I miss out on this one and only Kairi, while holding out for a Nendo of KH2Kairi? I hate gambling. But if I skipped KH3 Nendo Kairi now, would I even miss her?.......... She's $62 and I should save my money.

10:12 AM 6/22/2021

I think you should buy figures that you feel good about spending $62 on. Figures that you don't feel guilty about buying. If Nendoroid KH3 Kairi makes you feel guilty, like $62 is not worth it or too much, then don't buy her. Wait for a KH2 Nendo Kairi that will make you feel good to spend on.

But I feel so bad to pass her up! Ugh! This is so hard! ;o;

10:30 AM 6/22/2021

Funny the clarity you can have while brushing and flossing your teeth. If I feel bad spending $62 on Nendo KH3 Kairi, then she must not mean that much to me. She's not worth $62 to me.

I remember when I first saw her announced at WonHobby and I felt safe from needing to buy her. I even commented on GSC's Twitter, that my suddenly finding her cute, threatened my original security and certainty in knowing I didn't feel compelled to buy her.

Remember:

1) Don't buy based on predicted attachments to a character in a game you haven't played yet. I haven't played KH3 yet.

2) If Kairi changes my mind after I play KH3, then she'll probably get a re-release later anyway.

3) When you first saw KH3 Nendo Kairi, your first thought wasn't that I needed her. It was that I felt secure that I didn't need her.

4) You don't have money to spare for a Nendo you're unsure about liking to the worth of $62. Because you didn't expect a Pop Up Parade Kikyo nor her unexpected costs, even if it is relatively cheap. And you still need enough money for a $65 Nendo Aqua. You don't have enough money for any half-certain, hesitating likes towards KH3 Kairi Nendoroid.

5) Other people are skipping KH3 Nendo Kairi even though they also want to buy her.

(https://twitter.com/guttural/status/1406709434592735237) "I want her, but I'm so broke and already ordered the Axel and Roxas Nendos ;_;"

10:38 AM 6/22/2021

I'm going to tell Kuya, I don't need Nendo KH3 Kairi. And then I'm going to forget I was even considering buying her. KH2 and KH3 Sora/Riku Nendoroids are going to come in, and I won't even miss her. Just like I do now, with my KH1 Sora/Riku Nendoroids. And I will wait for a KH2 Nendo Kairi. And when she does get announced, I'll preorder her without regret, because I prefer that character design.

2:33 AM 6/28/2021

I really wanted to get Swacchao Nendoroid Hinata. I was originally just going to get the Swacchao parts since I already have the full Nendoroid Hinata Shoyo. I didn't need a seated Hinata, but as a completionist and Hinata fan, I thought I SHOULD get Swacchao Hinata, or at least the seated Swacchao parts.

But then I had this idea that when I return to an office job, it'd be so nice to have Nendoroid Swacchao Hinata at my desk with me. I had had ideas before about bringing a Nendoroid or 2 to my next office job. I even bought Nendoroid Aoba Suzukaze for that reason. (She's an "office lady" and her accessories include dialogue bubbles of her shouting about doing her best. I thought it'd be really encouraging to have at work.) But I was worried about leaving an actual Nendoroid at my desk, overnight. Would I pack up my desk's Nendoroid(s) each night before I clocked out? Impractical. Should I only use Nendoroids of characters I don't care too much about, to decorate my office desk? But if it's not a character I love, then how is their presence encouraging? And being encouragaing is the entire point of desk decor at a soul-killing job. But then here are these Nendoroid Swacchao Hinata Shoyo announcements! Less than $30! I could have a character I love, from an explicitly encouraging series, and being essentially a dupliate of a Nendoroid I already have, I shouldn't worry too much about him getting stolen from any desk of mine.

But I just can't justify buying a duplicate of a character I already have. I was already cutting out Kageyama and Yuuji from my preorder candidates. I'm in the middle of cataloging my Nendoroid inventory and fully realizing how much money I've wasted on Nendoroids of characters I didn't know, barely knew, liked but didn't love, duplicates of characters I already had, etc. It had to stop. So no Swacchao Kageyama for me. And if we're being honest about my terrible spending, then I really shouldn't be getting either type of Swacchao Hinata either. No more duplicates of characters. ;_; No matter how much I want them. ;_____;