#bc he 'got tired of seeing them scattered everywhere'

[mechawolfie]

I love to be dizzy and nauseous and lightheaded and feel pain all over it's so fun!!! my family is right I'm like this on purpose I love to be in pain and I love to avoid doing the dishes by any means necessary!!! i would rather individually hit every single of my nerve endings with a micro hammer than do the dishes , in fact I'm doing that right now so i won't have to do dishes today!!!! yay this is so fun!!!!!!! fuck work !!!!!!!!!!!!

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Paranormal Investigator

Mike Schmidt x Reader

hey y’all I’m kinda nervy wervy about this bc I haven’t written since 2018, but I just love mikes character soooo much in the movie, n josh hutcherson got be barking like a dog. after watching the movie I had this thought that I just had to get out of my brain. so give me grace on any oddities or mistakes and lemme know what to improve kiss kiss hope you enjoy

Summary: you get caught breaking into Freddy’s by the night guard as he cleans up the mess from the last break in, you both come up with a deal where you can get spooky footage of Freddy’s, while Mike monitors and attempts to contact Garrett.

Warnings: no Vanessa (love her but can’t fit er in), movie spoilers, female reader, doesn’t follow movie plot, written on mobile yikes, and also I have no idea where to go with it could be a one/two part thing or more. Possible illusions to sex, and mature themes.

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“So you’re telling me, you expected to be breaking in with people who are tryna get me fired? Uh- I’m sorry, how am I supposed to believe you?” The security said absentmindedly sweeping shattered glass. Yes, you had misunderstood the instructions you overheard at Sparkys. You thought the group would break in at night, before the security’s shift, not the morning after the security shift.

“Uh, well the glass on the floor would be a good indication I’m telling the truth.” The security gave you a tired look pausing his sweeping. “I meant about my aunt… uh, anyways, look I have my sister here, I’ve got work to do, you can’t be running around like a crazy person.”

“Oh. Your sister’s your coworker?”

“No, uh, just, I’ve got a lot on my plate for tonight, I won’t contact the cops if you just get out.” He stuttered, words fumbling out of his mouth quickly. The guard found himself battling between confidence and embarrassment, he couldn’t get a clear glimpse of you yet in the dim light but he already knew from what he could see of you that he’d surely be head over heels and make himself look a fool.

“Please? Just let me take a look around, I’ll help you clean this mess, and after you can go off back to work while I do a quick scan of the place. I promise I’ll be out of your hair. I just want some footage.” You begged snapping him out of his thoughts, your eyes bright, glossy and blinking hopefully at him.

Sighing, he rubbed his free hand down his face, eyes panning around the room. Glass still shattered everywhere, things scattered, tables turned, if he wanted to get back to his dream he’d need to be quick with cleaning. “Fine, you’ll help me clean then you’ll do your thing and leave, yeah?” With a single confident nod from you it was decided.

The main area was cleaned fairly quickly, small talk here and there, learning his name was Mike and Abby, his little sister, had to come with him because his babysitter never got back to him. Now in the kitchen Mike looked over to you as you picked up empty scattered pizza boxes. “What exactly are you recording for?”

Standing with empty boxes in hand you looked at Mike and for a minute or so you both simply looked at each other. “Well, I’m kinda into the ghostly stuff, and y’know about the murders.” Mike's brow perked curiously at that, muttering the word ‘murders’ back to himself. “What happened?”

You shrugged, leaning against the metal kitchen counter watching as Mikes eyes followed your every move intensely. “Kids disappeared, cops never found them and it was ruled as a homicide, soon after there were complaints about a rotting smell coming from the animatronics. Public opinion, or rather, the rumour is the kids' corpses are in the suits, and they haunt the joint now.”

Mike opened his mouth to respond but before he could a child’s shriek rang through the pizzaria echoing off the walls. He quickly perked up, fear evident on his face, and within seconds he was shouting his sister's name while sprinting off.

You pulled yourself away from the counter as fast as you could and followed Mike in a panic. You caught up to Mike in the main area stopping your footing just a few steps behind him. The two of you stared astonished for a moment at the animatronics surrounding Abby. Freddy stepped away first, walking menacingly towards the two adults. Thinking fast Mike grabbed a chair in defence, while Freddy’s figure shadowing over both Mike and yourself. Thankfully Abby giggled and skipping her way over to Freddy, Mike and you. “They where tickling me so much, I could barely breathe! Mike this is Freddy, my friend! Freddy this is my brother, Mike!”

Mike looked amazed at his sister, the eased demeanour, the smile on her face, she hadn’t looked like this at home in years but in front of seven foot sentient animatronics, she is? Freddy sized up Mike who still held the chair in front of him, you huddled safely behind him..

“What the hells happening?” You asked wide eyed looking around Mike’s shoulder at his face Mike's mouth pulled tightly and released; a mouth shrug in response. Turning slightly to each side he put down the chair and shouted: “This better be a prank, right, there being controlled somewhere in the back? Okay! You got us, you can come out now!” After moments of silence, it was evident nobody was coming. “Okay, Abby let’s go we’re leaving.” Mike rushed, waving Abby forward towards him, and away from the machines.

The animatronics all just stood there, watching as Abby whined to stay, explaining what they liked, as well as how fun they were. To show the two how much they like drawings she scribbled up a heart picture for Bonnie, watching as the bunny took it passively. Neither Mike, nor YN we’re having anything to do with the animatronics though, and luckily it took no longer. Abby waved, and said her goodbye as Mike grabbed both her hand and yours and dragged the two of you off to the exit.

Once outside, you and Abby stood at his car while he ran back in to grab Abby’s things. “What’s your name again?” Abby questioned out of the blue, rocking back and forth on her heels and toes. “YN, I was here for a recording when I met Mike.” YN explained, half there half rethinking what happened. “Like a movie?”

You nodded but couldn’t elaborate as Mike interrupted, stepping beside the two of you. “Okay Abs it’s best if we get home and get you tucked in, YN, will you be, uh, okay?” Mike looked around nervously, he seemed suddenly embarrassed again, this time you could tell.

Scanning the parking lot Mike took note of his car being the only one in the parking lot. “Do you drive?” He asked, now it was your turn to be embarrassed and you shrunk slightly at the question, making Abby to giggle. Mike quickly hushed her and asked her to put her stuff in the trunk and buckle herself in while the two spoke. “No, I take the bus with my bike, then I bike it the rest of the way.” Mike nodded biting the inside of his cheek, he was prone to stupidity at times making quick decisions but this was probably gonna take the cake.

“Listen, if you watch Abby tonight, babysit, i-I’ll give you free range in the pizzaria for a few hours. To record. Of course. And drive you there and back…” YN’s eyebrows shot up, suddenly thinking of every possible outcome being able to catch these animatronics walking without technical reasoning could really kick start something for her. Meanwhile Mike was anxious to get back as fast as possible to dream again, although he felt slightly selfish for leaving his sister with a stranger. Mike eyed the woman again, watching as she processing things in her own mind. She seemed too pretty, to be criminal, maybe Mike had finally lost it.

“You got yourself a deal, boss.” You smirked, voice scaring Mike out of his mind. He quickly nodded, smiling slightly eyes darting back and forth between the concrete and you. The two hopped into the car after attaching your bike to the back. “Abby, YN is gonna watch you tonight, at home. Okay? I gotta get back to work.” Abby awed, whined, and crossed her arms, pulling the biggest most childish scowl she could muster. You just smiled at her antics while Mike pulled out of the parking lot, and down the road.

[icharchivist]

youre right i think discussing the dragons would be fun because at least we have six to seven of them

depending on if you count ewiyar

it would be fun if bubs got horny when drunk but hes more likely to just get aggressive

so does lucilius

hes tired and wants to sleep and if you stand in the way of that he will kill you in an instant because he somehow gives even less of a fuck

right???

but yeah i think Bubs would just get more aggressive in a challenging, upfront way, while Lucilius is just super tired so even more irritated and likely to snap. and also doing that:

for the dragons well

under the cut:

Ewiyar.

we're definitely keeping Ewiyar out of drinking. The vday cards website says Ewiyar cannot eat chocolate because of her form as a kittycat, so she shouldn't be able to get into alcohol either. Assigned sober friend. This is the worst sober friend you could get but at least it's one of them.

she is EXTREMELY pissed she can't participate though so she will try to sip on the alcohol still, and once she catches a sniff of it and finds it disgusting, yet see that everyone is more interested in it than her, she starts to do what cats do best: pawing the glasses off the tables while looking at you right in the eyes with her fury look. Pay attention to her. Or Else.

Wamdus

Wamdus is a bit complicated there, i feel like she could drink, but she probably would find it a little too boring and would rather be eating something instead. If anything i think drinking would make her even MORE hungry and would give her the munchies so bad she would be climbing everywhere to try to get some food, damnit.

(like remember that when she wakes up, in her dragon form, her whole thing is about how she is so hungry she wants to eat MC -- and when she appears in her harvin form first, she still talks about how she wants to eat so bad and is never feeling like she ate enough. Drinking would make things a hundred time worse).

So it takes a bit for her to be really drunk, but the more she drinks, the more she's hungry, and the more she's hungry the more she misbehaves, so the more she drinks the more mayhem ensue. and on top of that, she doesn't like being bored, so eventually she would cause some drama and tantrum because she's hungry and bored and no one is helping.

i feel like she's really the high maintenance type of drunk. you need to help them through it bc she will be unbearable otherwise. but the next morning... i want to think she would just be so exhausted by the whole thing she would sleep for 20 hours straight. But she won't be too sick the next morning.

Galleon.

Galleon definitely gets even more affectionate. She'd be the type to sip on her alcohol with a lot of grace, slowly and all, so it doesn't kick in right away, she'd hold it pretty moderately -- but once it kicks in, ooh boy.

I think she gets fully nonverbal when drunk (rather than just 'saying one word aloud and communicating her thoughts by projecting them in your brain"), so she's even more difficult to understand because THEN her thoughts are more scattered so even there you're in no luck.

But she gets so affectionate. She keeps hugging people, taking their faces in her hands and putting a kiss on their cheek and forehead. The dragons have to actually hold her back a lot because she's also doing that to strangers and that's, huh, a problem. Like, to her it's like, she read their thoughts, they need some comforts, she'll give them a kiss, but without communicating why she's doing that it's like "Galleon i'm pretty sure this is considered a crime by skydwellers' laws could you fucking not."

The next morning she's mostly fine, though she is maybe slower to gather her thoughts than usual. She is, however, mortified and embarrassed about her behavior and promises to not get drunk next time.

Wilnas

Wilnas would get drunk very quickly because he's chugging the alcohol like there was no tomorrow. he heard it was a way for Skydwellers to bond and he will do anything to understand this wonderful culture, but he doesn't have any self preservation and he's the time to go directly to 100 without ever dialing it back even thought it will cause him problem.

So he gets drunk in like 5 minutes, and he doesn't realize it means his body reached a limit so he keeps drinking all night long and it is somehow even worse.

The more drunk he gets, the louder he is, so much so that by the end of the evening his voice is booming in the room and you only hear him. He laughs a lot, to everything. He's a joyous drunk who is constantly having bright eyes about the world around him. Like. He asks you extremely silly questions about the Skyrealms (the questions get very much more silly the more he gets drunk like "Singularity. why.. why do you make socks in pair? is the kindness of Skydwellers such that they always need socks to have a little buddy?" "it's because we have two feet, Wilnas" "oh and you put socks on your feet?! INCREDIBLE. Truly a wonderful invention!! See, us dragons have 4 limbs so i didn't consider this" "you have a human form with two feet too Wilnas" "AHAHA you're right Singularity! you're so smart and observant! Ok next question. But why do you make shoes in pair though. THIS time it's because you want the shoe to have a buddy right?") It gets worse in worse as the night goes on, he's always laughing heartingly, his head is spinning.

and then he starts to say he's going to cook something to help out and you HAVE to physically restrain him from entering the kitchen because he WILL burn it down in two seconds in that state. eventually, he collapses from being too drunk. He overdid it.

I want to believe he has a terrible headache the next day and a very very sore throat from having talked this loudly all night long. He keeps talking loudly though as if he doesn't hear himself.

Fediel

Fediel... I think she doesn't get drunk right away, she does drink fast but not as fast as Wilnas. She wants to participate to Skydwellers' customs, and she heard so many stories about dyads meeting and starting their relationship after some fated meetings with alcohol, and while she doesn't want a dyad for herself, she wants to at least experience this state of mind. She becomes THE party girl, dancing, dragging everyone to have a good time with her.

She does get easily affectionate, but unlike Galleon, she actually asks before suddenly smothering you in a hug. She also becomes hella invasive. If she sees a couple having a moment she WILL run to them and plant herself near them to observe, and while she intends to do it quietly, she.... isn't, she's too excited and is basically live commenting everything out loud, which is a bit ruining the couple's time ngl. She also keeps giving people unwanted advice on their relationships. She's a riot.

I want to believe she meanwhile feels miserable the next day. Like, can't get out of bed miserable. she's seeing colors she isn't supposed to see in this form and her view keeps twirling and she feels in agony. She begs Lu Woh for a bit of healing magic. He refuses to give it to her.

Lu Woh

Lu Woh is desperately trying to keep it together man. Like every others dragons is causing a mayhem, either out of being drunk or out of hating not being included (Ewiyar) so he can't even relax and fully give it to the alcohol because he has to micro manage multiple catastrophes.

but if you eventually gets him to drink still, i think he'd stand his alcohol well at first. Like, he drinks it calmly and in a sophisticated manner. It takes a while for the alcohol to kick in.

But once it does ooh boy. I think he would immediately start to complain. Like, every single things the dragons are putting him through, and Bahamut being a douchebag, and MC being dense, and everything, and he complains and complains like "AND ANOTHER THING" and he doesn't let you leave the table because he's not done yet.

But it lowers his walls a bit so you can actually stop him mid-rambling by complimenting him or something and he'd stop dead in his tracks looking at you like you just grew a second head. He asks if you're sick, but he's getting lowkey flustered. Like what the fuck.

but i think he would immediately try to regain control of himself which is just complicated because now you threw him off his rhythm and now he stumbles more easily on his words and thoughts like "what was i saying"

the next morning he has a killer headache and a fury unmatched by any scorned gods that has ever set foot on the skyrealm. You really need to not ask him anything else you will get the most cutting, passive aggressive insult he can think of. Like you'd ask him "hey Lu Woh did you see my gloves" and he'd be like "it seems like you lost them the same place you lost your manners and the little faith i still had in you" like geez chill.

Orologia

Mhmmm this is difficult.

Orologia has a sickish body which they made this way in order to bind their powers a bit. So, by all account, it should also be a body that is more vulnerable to alcohol and probably would get them drunk much more easily than not.

They've mostly been avoiding alcohol: with powers like theirs, it's no good to lose control of themselves, and for someone who likes to micromanage every single thing going on, getting a blind spot is really harrowing.

So i genuinely feel like mostly Logia would insist on remaining sober.

but for the sake of HCs, if someone gets to trick them into drinking....

i'd say have momdad cry over how cute their baby is. They cry for hours about different timelines, about vague memories they have from time that didn't even come to exist. They tell you about GranDjeeta's first steps while sobbing so hard half of the words don't even make sense.

Extremely emotional drunk who has too many memories to share with the world. and also terrified for the future planned for their baby so they're so unwell, but then if someone bring up MC might get hurt or something, the floodgates sharply stop and suddenly the darkest, most violent of aura rise around them. The only thing getting them out of their sad mood is to go fully dadmomma bear on people because what did you fucking say about my child.

The worst outcome would be them deciding "that's it i need to take a peak in the others timelines" and everyone has to physically restrain them again from causing a mess because they're too drunk to be using this power like calm the fuck down.

the next morning they're totally beat, unable to get out of bed. It's not unusual for them, but they are feeling quite ashamed with themselves and mortified by their lack of control. But if MC comes to visit them the floodgates would open once again. Lu Woh actually offers to heal them a bit. Fediel is so offended about it.

AND THIS WOULD BE MY TAKE ON THE DRAGONS. CARRY ON.

[moon-ursidae]

it’s time for session #2!

THERE WILL BE SPOILERS FOR BOTH OF THE LAST OF US GAMES UNDER THE CUT!!!!

these notes are so scattered if you read them without context and i am SO SORRY lmao. i’m typing them so fast trying to keep up with my brain that’s going 700 mph and the game. ANYWAY, we’re getting a very late start tonight bc i was helping my friend learn guitar for a few hours haha

total play time: about 2 hrs and 40 min (there’s not much story progression here just exploring seattle!)

okay so we last left off with ellie and dina in the woods on horseback post joel’s house. i have not gotten farther than the woods bc i was super ultra mega tired. so let us continue!

okay sooooo this section is called the gate cool cool cool

this is fucking gorgeouuusssssss

omg dina listing off all the people that joel crossed

i’m sure there’s more before that bro

oh my god the LIGHTINGGGGG in the woods so so good

we’re so close to seattle i’m scared

so much happens here man

map acquired✅

CARD BABYYYYYY

jesus christ i L O V E the aesthetic of nature reclaiming land and man made structures. it’s sooooooo pretty

oh shit QZ!

i’m looking through ur journal ellie hope you don’t mind haha

dina seems to be sick? well. i know why but ellie doesn’t yet so shhhhhh

it’s so sad to me that every drawing of joel so far that ellie’s done, she hasn’t been able to draw his eyes. that was the last thing she saw of him while he was alive. like she wants to get them just right but everytime she draws it that means she has to look him in the eye again. and maybe she’s feeling too guilty to do that rn. ugh idk i know neil always does shit like that but maybe i’m reading too much into it haha. ANYWAY that is one of the most heartbreaking parts about her journal dude. UUUUGGHHHHH 😭

“i really love her.” 😭😭😭😭 ELLIE TELL HER PLEASE

we just got a letter, wonder who it’s from🕺🏻

kieran?? kieran duffy??????

haha wrong game

also lemme just say, i fucking love dina

she’s so sweet and empathetic, but will cut the fuck out of a bitch when needed

I HAVE TO PARKOUR?? UP HIGH?? IN THE LAST OF US?? OVER A GATE??

this is some nathan drake shit bro where’s nolan north

FUUUUUCK I THOUGHT SHE WAS GONNA FALL BRO OH MY GOD

hoooooollllyyyyyy fuuuuuuck this is a big city jesus christ

LMAO her wobble before she fell down to the platform below

this game is so gorgeous. holy fuckin shit i’m gonna say that a lot huh?

THE SOUND DESIGN??? WHEN GOING DOWN THE LOOKOUT TOWER AT THE GATE OF THE QZ??? WHEN SHE FALLS AND IT ECHOES?? THAT SHIT WAS CRAZYYYY

guys i’m gonna be honest. i’m team brick.

i LOVE being able to break windows this is so fun

oh god i have a horrible memory plz don’t make me memorize these gate codes

side note: i love ellie’s hair here. i’m gonna have to try a lil half up half down situation

i saw someone on twitter point out that it looks a lot like tess’s hair🥺

“well, we believe in you” shimmer and dina? or baby and dina? hmmm things to consider

totally unrelated, but i can’t not hear ashley johnson going “babyyyyyyyyy” with an s.o. since the mighty nein reunion lmao

ellie seeing dina and going “babyyyyyyyy” like yasha LMAO

ANYWAY

fuck i hope i can pull out that page of codes dude

THANK GOD

oh shit another hotel

i’m traumatized after the last on dude you can’t make me go back

H O L Y. S H I T.

THIS IS SO OPEN I’M GONNA SPEND SOOOOOOOO MUCH TIME HERE

FUCK DUDE

this is fucking crazy

there’s so much small shit everywhere oh my fucking G O D

omg joel was definitely reading that space book for ellie she just talked about an early moon mission at this tank

DINA’S JOKE “she’s sounding a bit hoarse” they’re literally made for each other

OH MY GOD I JUST FOUND THE DR. UCKMANN CARD NO FUCKING SHOT

damn is this his way of addressing the crunch work hours at naughty dog?

“once a well respected researcher… questionable experiments in the realm of pushing human limits saw him ostracized from the scientific community… Laurent Foucault of SPARK Laboratories found his work dubious…”

the music is hauntingly beautiful in this area oh my god

OH MY GOD THE SCANNERS THAT DETECT THE VIRUS FROM THE BOSTON QZ IN THE FIRST GAME

i miss the first game LMAO even though i JUST finished that

THERE’S A FUCKING PEARL JAM POSTER IN THE MUSIC SHOP😭

IF I EVER WERE TO LOSE YOU, I’D SURELY LOSE MYSELF😭

i feel like this is supposed to be hank williams which would be fucking sick bc “alone and forsaken” and all that jazz haha

“guitars starting at $49.99” BRO SINCE WHEN I FUCKING WIIISH DUDE😭

as a drummer, i can confirm dina is a fucking natural

“i love you?” A H H H H H

ANUTHA CARD WOOO

Das Wort is my favorite card so far. he just like me fr

WAIT THIS IS THE TAKE ON ME SCENE

i will cry

SHE’S PLAYING FUTURE DAYS😭😭😭😭

BARRE CHORDS??? ellie i could literally never wtf

the chords are all accurate too holy fuck naughty dog

ashley has such a nice voice oh my god

i’m gonna fucking cry bc they put this in the hbo trailer

AAAAHHHHHHH😭😭

this is why i fucking love music dude. it transcends everything and always will. it’s the one thing that connects everyone. and it’s connecting people in this game too and i UGGHHH i love music holy fuck

the way dina looks at her🥹

and also knowing that joel was the one that showed her all of these songs and artists bc ellie wasn’t even alive to hear take on me and future days, and literally everything else. GOOOOODDDDDDDD😭😭

“you should have kissed me then.” “i wanted to.”

god i love dina and ellie they sound like an old married couple already

first dawn of the wolf poster i’ve seen!!! WOOOOO

i’m gonna come back to the nutrition distribution center bc i feel like that shit is gonna be bad news bears

“wasn’t joel all about coffee?” as he should. i’d be all about coffee too if i didn’t have it for years

ANUTHA CAAAARD

i really like the Big Blue card too

THAT FUCKING INFECTED IN THE BATHROOM SCARED THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF ME MY SOUL LEFT MY BODY OH MY GOD

so many fucking side quests oml what do you mean “barko’s”

oh my god there are so many fucking alleyways to go down

THERE’S SO MUCH TO DO I AM SO BUSY FINDING SECRETS AND STUFFS

BARKO’S LOCATED

it’s too dark in here i don’t like it

“they think we’re sheep! BARE YOUR FANGS.” what in the fuckin trump train “sHeEpLe” is goin on in here

i feel like i’m gonna get fucking jumped by infected again in here

THIGH HOLSTER ACQUIRED

omg plz “we can get a little creature to take care of” AND THEN THEY HAVE A FARM AT THE END😭😭😭

STUN BOMB ACQUIRED

i have already spent 2 hours in this fucking QZ holy shit

i just wanna explore rn i don’t wanna progress story atm

i am secret hunting

ANUTHA CARD BABYYY WEST GATE 2

it doesn’t even look like i’ve done that much😭

i also have a bad feeling about this bank

oh fuck this shit. it goes underground

they are ALWAYS underground bro

dina this is not cool, this is scary

i don’t fucking trust this shit

HOW DID I FUCKING KNOW

infected or whateva🙄

SHOTGUN ACQUIRED

FUCK this bank dude i’m GONE

dina said she’d get a farmhouse with the money😭😭

okay i think i’m gonna stop here bc it is literally 5am and i am sleepy haha. no story! but got some goodies and secrets out of the way! i will continue maybe tomorrow? not sure bc i am quite busy but we’ll see!

having a really good time so far and i love watching ellie and dina’s dynamic! still lots of buildings and secrets to loot! i’m excited >:)

[shiemori-writes]

"Just Rest, For now."

PAIRING: First years x reader

SUMMARY: After awhile of observing you throughout your hangouts, your friends had taken notice of your recent sluggish behaviour, knowing you'd be too stubborn to take a break, they decide to take matters into his own hands.

CONTAINS: angst w/ comfort, gender neutral reader, 2nd person pov, first years being sweet bc i need comfort, could be read as either platonic or romantic

Notes: This fic is purely self indulgent man Im just tired and want comfort and it resulted to this, sorta shorter than my other works but eh

"How long has it been since you've had proper rest again?"

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Being the ramshackle prefect was tough.

With every task and with every fight along with trouble brewing everywhere you went, it's been insanely difficult to get any amount of rest- not to mention you still needed to keep up with your studies on top of that. Balancing your normal life in your own world was hard enough, but ever since you've been teleported to Twisted Wonderland for whatever reason, it's been nearly impossible to keep up.

A magicless prefect, that's all they'll ever see in you. Someone who serves no greater purpose in this world, a tool, an errand runner, the list goes on.

It's not fair.

None of it is.

Exhaustion followed your every move, your pace sluggish as you stand up, the adeuce duo and Grim growing more and more concerned. The bags under your eyes didn't help either. Normally Ace would tease you but...Just this once, he thinks, he should keep quiet and bite his tounge.

Walking through the halls, you yawned, eyes barely open as you nearly collided with the wall infront of you.

"Whoa whoa there, heh- how about let's just sit down for now, yeah?" Deuce nervously laughed, trailing behind you with Ace and Grim. "Yeah!! We cant have my henchman to getting injured on my watch!" Grim huffed, arms crossed. Ace merely nodded, humming as he went to a vending machine nearby. "Here, my treat, k?" he said, offering you an energy canned soda. Your eyes widened, in shock by your friend's genuine concern for you. Smiling sheepishly, you thanked Ace, feeling warmth spread throughout your face.

He puffed out his chest triumphantly "Of course~ what friends are for yeah?" he cooed teasingly squishing your face, much to your annoyance...But- It was greatly appreciated, that's for sure.

Classes have come to an end, and just like that the days over. Sighing in relief you head over to ramshackle, ready to pass out on your bed. Turning the door handle you jump when you noticed the first year gang in your room, various snacks scattered around the room and blankets...And was that a pillow fort?

Speechless, you turned to them to open your mouth, but no sound came out. Epel had been the first one to speak up.

"Ace and Deuce says you've been tired lately- I noticed too, so we all decided-"

"On a sleepover!" Ace interrupted, yelling happily, seemingly proud of himself for coming up with the idea. Rolling his eyes, Epel huffed pushing away the redhead. "Yeah, I was just about to say that, y'know?" He pouted. As the two bickered with Jack trying to calm them down, Deuce patted down on an empty spot beside him, smiling as he urged you to sit down with them. In doing so, you spotted Sebek in a corner, pjs and all, embarrassed, he avoided your gaze. "Hmph. You should really take care of yourself more human!!" he yelled out, trying to hide his concerns. "Also! do not get the wrong idea!! I had been forced to come here!! This is all ridiculous in my opinion." He huffed out, hearing Ace snickering behind him, who had seemingly stopped bickering with Epel. "You say that but you were the one who got the others to join in to begin with" he sneered, going from chuckles to a full on laugh as Sebek hit him yelling at him profusely to shut up.

Smiling at the sight of your friends who had taken the time to host this for you, you tugged on Sebeks sleeve, wanting to get everyones attention you started;

"Hey..Thanks for this guys, It means a lot." you said, letting out a genuine smile.

They all looked at you, Deuce being the first one to speak up this time.

"Of course!! You do a lot for us prefect, more than you should be doing as a student- and, as your friends we want to make sure youre doing well too!!" he beamed, enthuasiasm and care in his voice. Jack nodded "Yeah. It's the least we can do to ease your worries, right?" He muttered, looking away as his face reddened, trying to prevent his tail from wagging when you cooed sweetly at him.

Getting in a cuddle pile per request, you had managed to hug them all, Ace acting smug when hes flustered, Deuce and Epel enjoying your warmth, and Jack and Sebek being stiff, but returning the gesture.

Feeling yourself yawn, you close your eyes as you start to drift off to slumber.

"Good night guys.."

"Good night, (name). Rest for now, alright?"

END ༆

[vander-affectionate]

softhearted bruiser

young!vander x reader

sequel to big-head and bull-head; vander takes you home and new beginnings are a whole lot of something

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact or you'll be blocked, 18+, smut, reader and vander are mid-twenties, reader is notably smaller than the six foot two man that's still growing, i tried to depict a lighthearted but short tempered vander bc that's what i think he was like, swearing, mentions of injury (not to reader), blackmailing (but reader is not blackmailed/coerced), mentions of blood, allusions to literature (the song of achilles and the great gatsby), vander gets so sappy (sm puppy love), dom leaning switch vander? i feel like this is long for no reason? vander's a bit of a cockblock (unintentional), wrap it before you tap it bc van certainly did.. did not, slight breeding kink if you squint, mentions of cum eating, oral fixation, hyperventilation (its not what you think), dumbification, and a very very polite vander who likes conscent, female parts and there might be mention of reader being a woman?? im not sure im tired

Walking on the street in silence with our hand in his pocket made you realize exactly what he reminded you of. Even when he expertly avoided being bombarded by a group of people with a wave of his hand and what is becoming one of your favorite smiles, there’s no mistaking it. There’s a certain feeling that you can’t quite articulate properly when you’re with him.

He nudges you, “Is there something on my face?”

You look up and he’s stealing a chaste kiss off your lips before taking off down the street and you dart after him. “You gremlin!” You scoff, trying not to waste much of your breath as he easily turns, running backwards so he can watch you.

“You’re faster than I thought.” Vander smirks. You swat at him and barely miss him, but he trips and falls on his back causing you to fumble.

When you open your eyes, he’s got his arms circled around your waist and he’s laying on the pavement as if he’s in your living room. He’s unfazed by your unimpressed gaze.

“You know, you’re really clumsy for someone who’s main income flows from showing off in a ring.”

“You fell, too.” He props himself up on an elbows and you’re trying to get up before someone sees you lounging with this shaggy wild man and thinks you’re both exhibitionists or something much worse.

“Would you hurry up?” You wriggle on top of him, but he’s smiling like an idiot while you attempt to move. “You still have scars you know and they’ll get infected if you keep-”

“Hey.” Your attention shifts to him and your writhing finally stops. He’s smiling still, it’s soft and chock full of adoration directed solely on you, caused by you. “I really appreciate you coming. It means a lot to me.”

You smile softly and his hand comes up to your cheek. “You know what?”

“Hm?” He hums, dazed by the smile you’re directing at him. One that he swears is for him.

You yank his hair and he jolts with a groan, tapping your wrist, “It’s going to rain, you’re going to get sick, and you know who’s going to be whining the whole evening about a runny nose?”

“Okayokayokayokayokay!"

. . .

Once out of the rain, he bows slightly and flails his head wildly so that water splashes everywhere. You knock your hips into his and send him shrieking when he falls to the floor. He glares at you and he’s on your couch, in briefs mind you, flipping through the books you’ve picked up every now and again. Scattering books over your coffee table kept him distracted while you cleaned his wounds so you let him make the mess.

“I kind of don’t get these.” He says thoughtfully.

“Well you’re not reading them all the way through.” You smile and he glances over his shoulder at you with a playful glare.

“Okay, well.. explain this one.” He stops to lean and pick up a book off the table. “I read the summary and this guy is second hand to a Greek king? A general, maybe, but halfway through he changes his mind about a war that I’m pretty sure he started and his lover gets killed. Why did he change his mind? No one had to die.”

You lean forward on Vander’s back, narrowly avoiding wounds and turning the book over to read the title. He kisses your cheek while you skim the small summary to rekindle your memory of it, “This was initially about principle. They abducted two women, his boss was forced to let her go and demanded the other be turned over for ‘compensation’.” Vander initially stares at you scandalized at the prospect of the women being treated like objects. You peck his nose, “You can rant all you want about the objectifying later, but this was about the boss not wanting to earn rewards and halfway through a battle, our hero initially chose the lives of his friends over making a point out of pride.”

He snaps the book shut. “But causing a war?”

You kiss his temple and go back to cleaning his wounds, “He had a principle and I think that turned into pride, but it’s been awhile since I read that book so I’m not sure.”

“That’s stupid.” Vander rolls his eyes, “He got a lot of people killed.”

You shrug, “Sometimes pride blinds people.”

“Okay well how about this one.” He holds up another book, “I read some of this. This rich guy has an affair with a woman who’s husband is already having an affair.”

You smirk at him, “You read some of it just to find out the juicy details, didn’t you?”

Vander’s ears are turning red as he scoffs and rubs his thumb over the book, “I read some while I was waiting for you to come back from work one time.” He shrugs, “Well, do you think she should’ve cheated? Or that rich guy shot at the end?”

You laugh and shake your head at Vander, “The book isn’t about cheating. It’s about happiness, I think.” You’re wrapping his arm and he’s staring up at you from where his head is lolled back to watch you. “How the pursuit of happiness dissolved into the pursuit of wealth. The guy the book followed the whole time basically thought dreams of happiness were ridiculous masks for something else.”

Vander turned to lie in your lap, making books clatter to the floor as he stretched his legs. You started to scold him, but sincerity and some kind of promise had made those eyes a kind of striking grey that reminded you of lightning over the Piltover skies.

“What?” Your voice seemed tiny compared to his gaze that held endless possibilities, endless hopes for the visualizations that passed his mind’s eye when he slept at night.

He wrapped his arms around your hips, unravelling some of the bandages around his arm, but this familiar closeness paired with the new meaning behind it made your breath catch.

“My dreams aren’t ridiculous.” He proudly smiles.

“No?” You smirk. Fingers drag softly over his scalp and he almost closes his eyes from your ministrations, “What about that dream where you’re stealing a wheel of cheese from Silco because he wouldn’t make you mayor?”

Vander’s face burns so bright you’re sure he’d have popped. He groans and buries his face in your stomach, forcing you to lean back on the couch. “I don’t dream about that anymore.”

You smile at him when he peeks up at you, “Then what ridiculous dreams do you have?”

“You’re not ridiculous.”

“What?” you retort.

You think for a moment while he’s staring at you, scoffing like you’re the one who’s forcing this out of him. He sits up with your legs casually propped on his hips and watches you a moment longer before he realizes you don’t understand. He grins a lopsided smile framed by those shaggy chestnut locks.

“My dreams are about you.” He leans down, arms beside your head and his hair falls around your face so there’s nothing but him for you to stare at. “So I think you’re wrong. Because if I dream of happiness and my happiness is you, then that can’t be ridiculous.”

His hands cup your face and he plants a kiss so tender that it makes your heart lurch in your chest. Your eyes water and you simply wrap your arms around him, pulling him flush to you. How is this the same bloke that mixes up Daisy Buchanan and Jordan for Patroclus and Trojans?

“But Pat Claus deserved better.” He mutters against your lips.

You snicker as he buries his face against your neck. “You mean, Patroclus?”

“Whatever.” He groans, but you feel Vander rut his hips against yours. He gasps against your neck and pulls back to gauge your reaction, “M, My bad-” he laughs nervously and his hands are rubbing into your waist, but you watch as his nerves melt away when he eyes the way you’re breathing heavily beneath him.

“You want to go back to reading?” You flash him a smile and his cheeks are rich with color all over again.

You think his hands will go for where your shirt has ridden up, but you jolt when his thumb is swiping your chin and down to trace your jaw. His gaze is already on you and those brilliantly gleaming, grey eyes are completely blown as they scour every inch of your face for a place to settle. But they don’t. They can’t. There’s no place for them to settle because that gaze means there’s nowhere for them to. The stars mismatch you, every beautiful sunrise or set that’s passed over the sky mismatches you, and nothing in his eyes, in this world will ever compare to the sight of you.

“I asked Silco what words I could use to describe something beautiful and none of them came close.” To you. None of the words sounded inherently close to what he thought of you. “I was disappointed that there wasn’t a word that could describe how pretty you are.”

You’re staring at him like he told you where all the missing people that cross the rich topsiders are hidden and still he’s caressing your jaw like you’re made of glass.

He leans down with a smile, “Can I kiss you again?”

You shake your head and push his face, “Where is all this coming from?” You prop up on your elbow and he’s rolling his eyes.

“You know, I thought I was slow.” He barely dodges when you swipe at him.

“Vander.”

“I like you a lot.” He shrugs and he’s palming your sides thoughtfully. His gaze shifts outside, but you’re careful when you turn his gaze back on you. He stares for a moment and his eyes drift to his hands that are on your legs and his brows knit together in a way that makes your heart ache.“It’s not stupid to.. to bare your heart to someone, is it?”

You rub his cheek and he closes his eyes, turning so his lips are pressed against your palm and uncaring if it tilts his nose from it.

“Why?” Your tone is careful.

“Is it?” He asks again and for a moment you think you might’ve lost him.

But you sit up, cupping his cheeks, and your touch is monumentally grounding to him given how he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and sliding his legs out from under him so you’re that much closer.

“No.” You kiss his forehead and his eyes open so that he’s staring up, cheeks squished from how much he’s leaned into your hands. “It’s not stupid to bare your heart. It’s hard to care as much as you do.” You smile and his mouth parts and eyes widen like he’s seen the moon for the very first time. “But it’s that much harder if whoever you bare your heart to can’t love you the same way you love them.”

He leans on the couch and you settle your arm on the back of it, one hand propping your head and the other running through his hair. “What do you mean?”

“Sometimes they can’t love you the way you want them to. Sometimes you meet at the wrong time. Or sometimes their feelings are outweighed by your own.”

He opens his mouth and shuts it, playing with the hem of your shirt as he thinks. “How would one... carefully... avoid that?”

“Sometimes there’s no helping it.” You mutter. And your eyes drift a little, but he laughs and finds himself pressing kisses to your jaw.

“That’s not going to happen with us.”

You can’t fight off a smile when you hear him laugh and somewhere deep down he knows it. “And how do you know that, love?”

“Because we’ll make it work.”

He pulls back and the way his eyes are glimmering with promise and patience makes your heartbeat falter. “What if I didn’t want to hurt you so I broke up with you?”

“Break ups are mutual in this house.”

You almost topple over laughing. He presses a few kisses up your throat with a lovestruck smile before you’re continuing, “What if I told you I’m going topside?”

He scowls, “You know how long I’d have to walk just to get home?”

“Pfft, no. That’s why you’d stay home.”

“But Silco’s house would be so far away-”

“Wait, Silco’s house?”

You raise a brow and he nods, “Yeah, if you went topside I’d move with you, or maybe near you? I have to keep the creeps away.”

You run your hands through his hair, “If I told you I liked Silco?”

Vander pauses and he’s desperately trying not to pout, “I’d be happy for you.” he grits out.

The sight of you giggling makes his eyes soften and you lean down to kiss him.

He eagerly reciprocates, sitting up to press into you more, but your hand on his chest keeps him from overpowering you. He whimpers, hands on your hips as you move to straddle him and Vander huffs, looking up at you.

“Can’t rip those stitches on your back. Did you forget?” You smirk when his brows start to furrow in frustration as he tries to raise up again.

“They don’t hurt.” he pouts.

Those grey eyes are changing, darkening and swirling with more than the frustration you spot in his eyes. “They don’t?” You ask, lowering so you can roll your hips against his. He makes a choked sound, tensing and pulling your hips harder into his so he can grind into you the way he wants to.

A crack of thunder, much louder than you’d anticipated, makes the both of you jolt. You grab him and he’s holding you like you’re two teenagers that almost got caught making out. He’s laughing, pressing kisses up your throat and pulling you back into this haze you’ve stirred up in him.

“Can I touch you?” He asks, pulling back and stopping what he’s doing to look you in the eyes. His fingers even guide your chin so his answer is clearer than a blue sky.

“Yeah.” You smile, “Yes. You can touch me.”

He buries his face in your shoulder and hugs you so you’re flush to him. “I like you so much.”

You tilt his head back and plant a kiss to his lips that turns his bones to jelly and makes him groan, “I like you, too.”

He’s already in his briefs you realize and the thought alone makes you tense because you thought his jeans thickened up the muscle that’s pressing into your thigh.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, looking down to his bulging erection that’s perfectly proportioned to his thighs that have you spread wide. It’s all mind-boggling because sometimes you forget how big he is.

“Nothing, you’re just no small feat.” Those words make that lopsided grin appear on his face for some reason and he just rolls that searing erection into the thin fabric of your shorts and you jolt with a moan when it brushes you just right.

His hands are rubbing your sides and between these languid kisses he’s driving, he still asks, “Is it still okay to touch you?”

You nod, but he grabs your jaw, eyes careful as they flick over your face. Then you see it and scowl.

He is so smug about it now.

“I need to hear it.”

“Screw yourself.” You roll your eyes and he drags his lips down your neck before mouthing up the trail with heavier, dizzying kisses.

He huffs and shrugs, “Fine.”

You’re tossed. I mean it. Thrown sideways to the long side of the couch and he’s palming himself like he’s not on your couch. “Ah, that’s nice.”

His head falls back and he fishes himself out of those skin tight briefs, shuddering as his cock meets the cool air. You almost want to scold him, but you decide you’ll play this game.

Your shorts are gone and you’re shimmying your underwear off with your legs in the air when he lurches from his spot to stop you. Obviously his plan backfired.

“I wanted…” His eyes land on you, exposed, and very much wet he licks his lips. “T-T-To…”

He sounds winded and you open your legs a little more making him settle so he’s knelt in front of you, dick half out and all because you’re sitting here in front of him.

“To what?” You smirk, hips wiggling a little.

He’s putting weight into the hand keeping your legs open and exposing more of you to his prying eyes. “You. You’re really really pretty.”

You swat at him, but he leans down and you’re reaching for him, but can’t quite make it.

“Van!” He stops immediately and clear eyes, hardly hazed with lust are meeting yours.

“Uncomfortable? You wanna stop?”

“No.” You huff, “Just- C’mere.”

He leans up, sighing against your lips like his cock isn’t pulsing on your thigh right now. He trails down your neck and back to your lips before letting out a laugh that makes you look at him curiously. “Sorry, I just didn’t think I’d get to do this.” He smiles, rubbing your thighs and pulling your underwear off before letting his hands trace feathery lines along your skin to the underside of your breasts.

“To what? Touch?”

He shakes his head, adoring eyes and a thoughtful smile on his face. “Fuck you how I want."

That makes your insides churn.

You shut your legs and stand up to kick your underwear off despite his whining, but he clams up when you straddle him again.

He’s trying to kick off the boxer briefs and they get stuck on his thigh so you lean back sliding them down. In doing so, your back arches as you hold onto his shoulder and your shirt, already bunched up because of his frantic need to have you front pressed to his, nearly exposes the underside of your breasts. You’re doing all this while pulling down his boxers and when you find he’s red in the face, he doesn’t know how to explain how beautiful that just was.

He’s sheepish when he smiles, the tips of his ears are the brightest you’ve ever seen him, and he’s suddenly very interested in you taking the lead.

He stands up with you in his arms suddenly and you shriek. It makes him laugh as he casually heads towards your room. “Don’t jump on the bed, you meathead. I had to get those reinforced be-bed… No.” As soon as reinforced slipped your lips a grin slipped on his face and he’s staring at you with innocent eyes. “No. No. I just stitched you up. “

“You have work tomorrow?” He asks, laying you on the bed.

“No. Why?”

“No reason.” The cheeky grin doesn’t fade when his thumb is at your entrance making you jolt and grab for his hand. “That’s good.”

The light touch he delivers to your sensitive bundle of nerves completely wipes you of the laugh waiting to get out of your mouth by the violent shiver that rakes down your spine. You don’t get to think when he’s knuckle deep in your sopping pussy. You don’t get to think about how he’s twitching on your thigh when your hips roll trying to take his fingers deeper. You don’t get to think about anything except how he’s stroking you so perfectly and making your nerves fray by crooking his fingers just right inside you.

He’s leaning up, hiking your shirt up so he can leave the prettiest colors over your chest in an attempt to settle the aching you’re thrusting upon him when you try to ride his fingers. You’re still tensing and clenching when he flips you onto your back.

He’s nuzzling the underside of your thigh, eyes rolling shut as he leaves harsh nips and slows his pace, bringing back to him and marking you as his.

“Can I?” There’s a flush working up his collar at the thin sheet of sweat over your body, the rise and falls of your chest and the way the bed is still settling from how carelessly he flipped the two of you- he needs to relish in all that you’re giving him. Your glistening folds and the way you’re slick is wetting the sheets because of him is tipping him closer to his end.

You’re dizzy and he’s kissing up your legs, thumbing over your puffy lips as he waits for you to come back to him. He doesn’t want to ask because it’s obscene. You flash him a grin in your fucked out state and he clutches your hips, not wanting to cross boundaries and yet he’s staring right at your clit and swallowing thickly.

“I need it.” He looks lost as he stares up at you and his eyes are lidded. “Fuck, I need it. Please, can I-” He shuts his jaw and sees you’re fucking with him. He scowls, “You know what I want.”

He’s glaring darkly now. Vander’s heart lurches at your breathy laugh and he groans, almost looking shy from where he’s got his face half tucked into the meat of your thigh.

You run your hand through his hair that’s getting damp all over again. “Ask for it.”

The slight buck of your hips makes him give immediately. It doesn’t matter that he’s needy and kneeling- you could make him do that on any given week day. He’s weak today and he needs you.

“I wanna taste. Now.” His voice is gravelly and you’re withholding what he wants on purpose.

“Why?” You toy with him. He groans and leans up so he presses his forehead on your stomach.

“‘Cause you’re sexy?” He says it like it’s blatantly obvious and to him it is. “I want you. I really want you. I want you to cum on my tongue first. Please.”

You widen your legs and his breath hitches and you nod. He’s waiting for it. You both know he needs to hear it and you tug his hair a little. “Yeah. Go-”

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence. He got his confirmation and he’s running with it. His tongue flattens against your entrance and the long lick he gives, grey eyes cutting at you makes your heart sink. You can practically hear his thoughts when he pulls back to lick his lips.

He’s not going easy on you.

Vander sucks hard on your clit and you wince, trying to squirm away, but his hands on your thighs have them firmly planted into the bed so there’s no squirming away. You shriek and the slight twitch of his lips against you is lost when you feel his tongue flick over the tip of you.

“Shit! Van-” Your voice is pitched and the arch you do in an attempt to shake from this intense pleasure does nothing to shake him.

It feels so good and it’s too much all at once. Your stomach is bubbling in a way you’re not used to and your hands fly to his hair, trying to to tug him before this unfamiliar feeling makes your mind numb. You’re shrieking, bucking,pulling, and pushing from his sweet pleasure.

His fingers are light at your entrance and Vander simply stares up in awe like he’s watching you pull stars from the sky and not tug at his hair. They’re slow to intrude on your quivering entrance and he halts the devastating barrage on your nerves. You almost fall slack the moment his lips fall away from you, but you’re moaning again; so full and loud it rivals the rain beating down outside.

“I need to cum-” He gasps against the lips of your cunt that are spread by his thumb and ring finger.

You can barely answer with the sharp, unfaltering pace his fingers keep in an effort to rearrange your insides.

“So cum-” You squeak out between pitched moans and Vander shakes his head.

“Inside. I want to cum inside you first.”

You yank his hair and it shakes his core. He groans, latching his lips to that sweet bundle of nerves and you lose it right along with him. Shaking as your mouth falls open into a silent moan and you’re trying to figure out whether to pull him closer or push him off of you.

He gives a couple licks more to your entrance before pulling away and sitting on the edge of your bed, kneeling yet again. You were about to tell him to hurry up because of this greedy high he’s put you on and then you see that he’s out of breath for more than one reason.

His stomach is splattered with thick ropes of white and washing down the v-line that’s more pronounced from how he’s tilted back at the slightest.

He’s dazed and twitching, half hard against his thigh at the sight of the mess he’s left on your legs. He wipes his fingers over his jaw and nods, “Trust me?”

You nod absentmindedly. He sticks his fingers in his mouth, tips yours open with his thumb, cupping the back of your head and your face burns when you watch a pearlescent string of your slick and his spit fall to your tongue before he leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

He frowns at the incredulous look on your face, “Do you not like how you taste?”

You huff and give him a few teasing pumps that make him shudder, “Do you not know how hot that is?”

He twitches a brow and you roll your eyes before giving his cock a squeeze and lean down to his cumstained skin. His jaw drops when your tongue trails up his lower abdomen and you kiss his underneath his navel. He twitches in your hand.

You pull him down and mimick that kiss from before, tugging him to meet you halfway and his ears redden when you pull away.

“C-Could you do that again?”

You laugh and go to move him underneath you, but Vander flips you onto your back. You scowl at him, “You’re going to pull something, Vander.”

He clicks his tongue at you, “I’m not old.”

“Vander.” You turn on your side and he sighs, leaning down, stroking himself and leaning his forehead on yours.

“Please?” His lips are quirked in a half smile and you groan when you feel butterflies in your stomach.

“It’s not getting any later.” You huff at him before he’s pressing his lips to yours, a victorious edge making his desire more contagious than it already is.

He spins you so your legs are on his waist and he notices your confused stare when he shrugs, “Only had you on your stomach so you’d forget about the stitches.”

You roll your eyes and are more than happy to feel his taut chest against yours that is far more plush. He squints at the shirt blocking his way, pulling it over your head and he smiles like a bittersweet, forgotten memory is being reminisced.

“I forgot about these.” He smiles.

He leans down to press a kiss to each pricked nipple. And whilst he thinks he’s discovered an oral fixation and a deeper appreciation for your body, you’re impatient.

“Vander.”

Your clipped tone makes him look up, still swirling his tongue around the nipple that's found a new home in his mouth.

“Now.”

He sucks harder just to spite you and you buck against him, catching the tip of his tapered head. He shudders and angles his hips away from you with a glare as he shivers. “I’m doing something.” he growls.

“Now or never, Van.” He stops and you raise a brow, but he merely switches up on you. “Want me to go find Silco?”

“For what?” He sounds offended. Genuinely.

Your fingers rub over your clit and you twitch. That strikes something in him. He swats your hand away, grabbing the underside of your knees and wrapping your legs around his hips.

“Silco can’t fuck.” He growls, dragging the tip of him through your folds with a pressure that has you butchering a sigh. He aligns himself with the clenching hole of yours, “He can’t fuck you like I can.”

It feels like he’s pushing in, but he slips out and knocks your clit making you whimper and throw your head back.

“Can he?” His voice is low from where his breath fans hotly by your ear. “Tell me you need it.”

Your hand is at his hip while the other is entwined with his and as he’s propped above you, staring into your watery eyes that are nothing but desperate as he scans your face.

“Hurry up.” He mocks you with a smug smirk that you don’t have the energy to combat.

“Need it.” You mutter, barely audible against his ear.

He leans down, that ego of his inflates at how fuckable you look. He’s not expecting your legs to pull his hand with his cock in it against your heat that gushes against his knuckles and your lips are on his ear.

“Make me cum?” It’s breathy and everything after that is a blur in your memory.

He sinks into you inch by inch. The world stops moving and the room starts spinning all while your silky heat keeps just beckoning him deeper and deeper until his hips are stopped by yours.

The moan you give is throaty and unrestrained. He needs to get deeper and a switch flips in his brain when he sees where you’re both connected. Your slick is teasing its way down his balls and his heart feels like it stops when he realizes what’s happening.

Your walls, that are still trying to suck him deeper, are pulsing.

His hand tightens around yours and your flesh bulges between his fingers when he lowers himself closer to you. His hand leaves yours and cups your neck. Vander is shaking. You run your hands through his hair and see his face that’s flushed with color, brows knitted tight and eyes drooping slightly.

He’s as wrecked as you feel.

Even then he leans forward and kisses you hard. His tongue drags through your mouth, sucking and trying to reminisce in the taste of him on your tongue when his hips recoil and you’re whimpering right into his mouth.

“Van.”

You don’t get another word out because the second hips ram yours, it knocks every coherent thought out of your brain. He’s groaning into your mouth, cupping your neck a little more firmly so he can kiss you with this languid fervor that makes you shiver. The hand on your hip tightens and he does it again.

His hips slam into yours and you’re digging your nails into his back to ground yourself. He does it again and pulls out slower so you feel every vein on him and the curve of his cock.

When he finds a pace, you’re babbling and digging your nails into him so much that its making him twitch and he’s forced to break the kiss. He doesn’t care about the drool that falls to your chest, he just kisses it away and smears it on his chin before he grabs your hips and tosses his head back.

His rutting and the way your cunt is taking him so well, struggling slightly from his size and gushing all the same makes him twitch every so often. His nerves are on fire and he can’t find it in himself to snark a line at you or tease you at how you’re holding onto him for dear life and making his thighs so slick that he has to hold you or he’ll slip out of you.

The thought of slipping out even for a second is devastating and he buries his face in your neck. You’re not heaving so much anymore, but he tips back when he feels your nails lose their edge.

Your eyes are clouded and your breathing is uneven. He stops and cups your face with the slightest smile.

“It’s hot, right?” He pants and you nod dumbly. He laughs, wrapping your arms around his neck and rocking back so you’re both sitting up. He waits, kissing your cheeks while you catch your breath and before long he feels your hips buck.

“You.. You don’t wanna stop?” He’s asking, but you roll your hips and kiss up his throat in a way that makes his mind go blank. “Oh fuck-”

You keep rolling your hips and his balls feel tight. Stopping just then, being so close to the edge seemed to yank his nerves because now he thinks he might cum at any second.

“Shit-” He whimpers, hands gripping your hips as he falls back into the bed. He starts bucking faster than he did before and you almost slump forward, hands on his chest as you try to rock your hips along his pelvis.

“I’m gonna cum.” He whimpers. His groan travels through you and his hand splays on your abdomen so he can strum your clit. “Fuck, baby, please-” He shouts as his hips start clumsily slapping into yours. “Cum-" he sounds positively broken, back bowing as his groans and hiccups mix with yours. And when he does cum. It’s brutal.

The way his hips are slapping up into yours draw out your orgasm and his cum fills you so much that after a few seconds it starts leaking down his cock. He keeps groaning and the grip on your hips would be borderline painful if you weren’t a trembling mess on top of him. His legs keep you from falling back and you’re sure that your shouts were heard by the whole floor.

When you both come down after lithe movements of your hiis to provoke the other, Vander flips you on your side next to him pulling out and you’re both holding each other like the other might disappear. His lips are pressed to your nape while your face is buried in his neck.

The rain sounds light compared to the heavy silence in the room, but neither of you are strangers to it. To the silence nor the rain.

“I need to open a window.” You mutter.

“‘S fine.” He says, tangling his legs with yours.

It’s warm like this. It’s not the first time that you’ve fallen asleep with Vander next to you or been tangled in his embrace. But it’s one of the first times you don’t think you could do without it.

. . .

In the morning, when you go to move, there’s an ache in your thighs. Your brows furrow and you bury your face against the warmth next to you before remembering exactly why there’s warmth beside you and why your thighs ache.

You crack an eye open and your blurry vision reveals Vander is propped up and you’re nuzzled into his chest.

“Good dream?” He smiles.

“Mm.” You're absent-mindedly agree and pull him down so his lips are on yours.

He kisses you like you’re made of glass and touches your cheek as if you’ll spook if he holds you too tight. He smells faintly of the paperbacks and smoke you associate with Silco’s apartment and more of leathers and cedarwood that are more his style. Vander pulls back, pecking your lips and cheeks and forehead before simply staring down at you.

“I was cleaning you up this morning and I didn’t get to tell you last night, but-” he shrugs, an endearing flush colors his ears. “You have the prettiest clit.”

You knock him upside the head and he laughs, falling to lay next to you as you give him an earful, but he kisses you again. This time slower and somehow softer than before. His eyes droop at the complacence that overcomes you afterwards and he can’t help but smile.

“Thanks for staying over.” You mutter, voice still laced with sleep as you stroke his cheek.

He leans down to nudge your nose with his. “Why? You know it’s instinct at this point.”

“I know.” You wrap your arm around his neck and he nestles himself between your legs. He’s still propped above you when you say, “I missed you coming to check on me. It gives me a chance to take care of you, too. And I missed that. You, I guess I mean."

He stares down, biting his lips, and trying not to let his eyes get too misty. His laugh is breathy when he buried his face in your neck. “You’re just saying that.”

“Vander.” You frown and tilt his chin up. “I mean it.”

He gazes as if he’s waiting on you to say you’re joking, but he’s letting out a ragged breath when you don’t.

“Then could we shower together?”

You grin and run your hands through his hair. “And breakfast, right? I know you’re hungry.”

He raises up to his knees, knocking blankets off you and you find that you’re still bare and at this angle you feel a little of Vander’s spend gush out. He grins playfully, thumb pushing the glob right back into you.

“Starving.” He licks his lips, but the bell near your door rings.

There’s a visitor downstairs and for some reason your doorkeeper won’t let them up. Vander groans a little, maneuvering off the bed and fishing out some clothes he keeps for when he stays over.

“It’s probably a wasted Silco.” He gives you a smile, “Don’t shower without me, I’ll be right back.”

He kisses you before he’s going out of your small building and finding no ones there. You live on the nicer part of the undercity and it’s not nearly as protected as it when you get deeper into it. No one should be awake given the sun hasn’t risen.

There’s light in the sky and Vander’s putting up his hair when he spots some kid waving him down the block. He follows, but doesn’t make it around the corner.

He’s on his knees and his vision is a little blurry. A boot on his back, in his stitches makes him groan, and a familiar face is in front of him.

“Vander.” The woman gives a wry smile. “Nice fight last night.”

He shrugs, “I wouldn’t know.”

She kicks him square in the jaw and he grunts, huffing at the smaller woman. “I lost a lot of money because of you.”

Vander gives her a charming smile and it’s bloody from her boot nearly knocking the taste out of his mouth. “Should’ve spoken to a bookie.”

She kicks him again and he’s really trying not to call much attention to himself because he knows if he might get arrested for ‘suspicious activity’. That and he’s not trying to have you thinking that he left you high and dry.

“You’re going to get me that money back.”

He honestly forgot about this part. When you don't go through with a fixed fight there are consequences from not following through. He didn't have anything to lose becore and now, well...

“How do you want it?” He asks.

The blonde laughs, feline eyes offering nothing but malice as they trail over Vander's face. “Yesterday, you would’ve told me to piss off.” Bex cocks her head and crouches in front of him. “Is it so that your capsized sweetie up there doesn’t get the brunt of your little mishap?”

Vander’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t answer.

“You work for me. A couple weeks of my sidejobs and throw a fight or two then we’ll call it even. I won’t even touch your new habit.”

Vander grits his teeth. Habit? He’s been around the block a couple times, but you’re not some toy he’ll give away at the drop of a hat.

And so he sighs. “What jobs?”

“Delivering packages, petting kitties, and maybe pilfer from the pilties.”

He hesitates, but the slender woman obviously isn’t satisfied. She’s about to kick him again, but he catches her foot and winces when spots he catches the eye of his banged up opponent from beside the muscle that had a foot on his back.

“Alright.” He sighs, resting his head on the pavement. “Okay, just… leave Silco and-”

She says your name and Vander bristles looking up at her. The brute kicks his side, nearly dislodging the stitches you’d done last night and he can’t stop the groan from leaving him this time. He hopes your window wasn’t open.

“I do my research, hun. If you walk out, I’ll knock you, Silco, and your piece of ass under the bridge, you hear me?” She waves dismissively for her goons and they follow, but not before the one he fought last night gives him a good kick.

Vander sighs, laying on the sidewalk and staring up at a sky with no sun.

When he sees you in your kitchen, the counter’s still messed up from your last argument and yet you’re smiling from ear to ear when he comes in. You’re glowing as the sun filters through the window in your kitchen and you peck his cheek, “Hey, who was outside?” you ask.

The swelling bruise on his jaw makes you frown and your undivided attention lands on him. It makes him smile softly and he kisses you, bringing your front flush to his.

“Silco.” he sighs against your lips. “Almost tore me a new one for last night’s fight, but he wanted to go get ready for his.”

You hum and kiss him again. He buries his face in your neck and now the only thing he associates with your smell is home.

“Good for him.” You laugh, running your fingers through his hair. “I showered, but I thought I’d wait up on you to cook.”

He hums noncommittally, he’d be upset if he didn’t want you to see the blood trickling down his back from that lughead’s boot from earlier.

You’re in his shirt and he smiles at the slight limp you have but flashes of blood, of what could happen to you and Silco play in his mind make him quake. He steadies himself by coming up behind you.

He doesn’t want this life he’s building to fall apart before it's even seen the light of day. He needs this. This perfect life can't be capsized.

You peck his forehead and stroke the hair brushing your skin on the collar that’s much too big for you. “You alright, Van?”

He’s holding you like you might slip away. He hates that he's got something to lose, but damn it all if he doesn'g love it. He pulls you closer to him and prays that you don't feel the subtle tremor in his arms.

“The best I’ve ever been.”

[heyitsyn]

Manager!Seijoh IWA ROUTE

a/n: uwuwuwuwuwu my mans iwa chan :’)

IM A SIMP FOR IWAIZUMI HAJIME (27) ATHLETE TRAINER

uwu filo!iwa in this :)

and also, listen to lauv while reading this since i wrote this and that song was playing on repeat O_O and also this song

this is my self-request uwu

HES SUCH A POUTY BABIE BLS LOVE ON HIM

onwards we goooo

hihihihihihi yey im so excited for this yall dont even know

ANYWAYS

so,,,,

when iwa first saw you, he thought you were just a cute little thing

your shorter height, your puffy cheeks, and the wide eyes you had whenever you saw someone, or him, do a really cool spiking move

he initially thought of you as a cute little sister hes never had

ehehe that finna change

then the,,,, bullying thing happened

if youd like to read this part, its right here

when he saw you bloodied, all battered,

dear lordie he was finna break some ankles

ONG I WAS JUST TALKING ABOUT SANGWOO YET HERE I AM

like that image of you will probably stay in his memory until he dies of the ripe age of 200

ngl it kinda traumatized him a little bit of how tired and pained you look with the tears rolling down your face and the blood that was escaping your body through your wounds

god you didnt deserve any of that

you deserved the world and the universe yet some people dared to take away your worth

ooo he was so mad

miyo was,,,, hurt??

can i say that??

i dont wanna,,,, explain bara arms iwa hurting a girl so youre gonna have to imagine that for yourselves

but at the end when they said slap, he didnt just ✨S L A P ✨ her

he ✨ B R O K E   S O M E   A N K L E S ✨

oiks is actually scared of him after that

like oiks had to peel him off of her and towards the infirmary where you and the team were

‘IWAIZUMI HAJIME, STOP!’

oof the first and last time oikawa tooru ever said that full name

he was breathing heavy and he was so ✨ A N G R Y ✨ with what she did to you yet he hears your soft scoldings, telling him off for hurting a girl

he wanted to see you

like right now

iwa tore himself from oikawa’s grasp and ✨ N Y O O M E D ✨ himself to the nurse’s office

there, you sat on the bed with the others scattered either on other beds or on the floor 

you smiled at the sight of him and he walked towards you and engulfed you in his arms

‘youre okay now. im here’

he whispered and you buried your face into his chest, breathing in his unique scent

lavender mixed with peppermint

he refused to leave your side so he ✨ M A D E ✨ some room on the bed beside you to sit and he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close

you held his hand while oikawa talked to you and as you shamefully bowed your head

but you were forgiven and everything was all good until the third years really got into plan

makki and mattsun promised to handle it all as they had family in the justice field while oikawa would go and get the girl suspended

‘but what about me?! i want-’

‘iwaizumi, you literally hit her. it’d be best if you’re not involved right now as you were the only one who physically touched her in a harmful manner like that’

ong when it come to y/n, the meme team is replaced by the assassin team

he tried to fight but in the end, 3 overpowered 1 and he was forced to sit back and opted to comfort you instead

he made sure you were safe to walk home but that day, you were the one who asked him to spend time with him

just you two

like after seeing him seethingly enter back into the room, you reached out and held his hand in yours, eyes trained on your fingers fiddling with his

‘iwa-san,,,, you said you downloaded the new godzilla movie?’

you whispered but he could still hear you and his heart swelled at your meek voice

‘yea, i did. and my mom bought those chips you like’

your eyes flitted up to meet his eyes and a soft smile spread on your lips and there was this thumping in his heart

maybe that was the first time that iwaizumi hajime felt differently towards you

a smile that seemed to be differently perceived than the rest

and it wasnt for the whole team

it was for him

and him alone

the trek to his house was quiet but you would hum nursery rhymes or the songs you heard earlier in the radio while skipping every few steps and tightly holding on to his hand

iwaizumi’s olive eyes watched you still radiate energy despite being so hurt for a long time

they then trailed to your linked hands and he unintentionally squeezed it, only figuring out he did it when you looked up to him and squeezed it back with a smile

he wanted to do something to make you forget of what happened

he didnt want you to think about the cruelty and pain so he was going to make sure you would continue smiling 

thankfully, his parents werent home so he wouldnt have to explain why he has a bandage-covered girl with him 

iwa led you upstairs to where his room was and your eyes widened when you saw what was inside

tiny action figurines of animes like bakugo from boku no hero academia or a tiny pikachu on his desk

there was a large country flag that you didnt recognize and a few godzilla posters and volleyball players decorating beside it

however, besides those normal things you wouldve expected,

there were many polaroids

polaroid pictures that were everywhere with no specific layout pattern and just placed anywhere that had room

iwa watched as you dazedly walked forward and entered the room to move towards the wall by his desk that had the most pictures against it

from pictures of him and oikawa to the third years to him and his parents or just the sunrise and human silhouettes

your fingers reached forward and traced the picture of him and the third years when they were still first years and took a spontaneous trip to the beach

‘mattsun stole his dad’s car and drove us to the beach without a license’

iwaizumi’s voice answered your questions and you looked back, shimmering eyes

this room,,, wasnt just a normal, teenage boy’s room

this was a room that represented iwaizumi hajime

from his natural character description like his love for volleyball evident in the volleyball player posters to the underneath description that was hidden like his love for godzilla and his love of taking pictures of the people he cares about the most

it was all that made up iwaizumi hajime

your feet took you to stand in front of him, still standing at the doorway, and you stood on your toes to try and be eye-level with him

‘youre really cool, iwa-san’

you whispered and his ears turned red, not from the compliment, but by the close distance between you two

iwa clearedhis throat and ruffled your hair roughly, pushing you down slightly back to the balls of your feet

‘i already knew that, brat. now go and sit over there and be comfortable or whatever while i go get the food’

he hurriedly turned to hide his growing red face but you stopped him

‘iwa-san,,, ano,,, can,, i borrow a hoodie?’

you mumbled, nervously thinking he might refuse 

but he grunted a response, not bothering to turn around

‘take your pick’

you smiled and thanked him before bounding over to the wardrobe that was pushed against the wall across his bed that was against the corner by his window

inside had so many hoodies and there were also shirts that were hung up on the other half

they were all graphic tees that either had american bands or anime or game references

opting for a mint green hoodie that says ‘SONIC NYOOM’, you had an undershirt under your button up and as you slipped the bloodied long sleeve off, he swung the door open, eyes focused on the tray of coke filled glasses

then he looked up and almost dropped it at the sight of you,,, like that

‘OH MY GOD SORRY’

he shrieked and carefully but hurriedly backtracked back to the hallway

ofc you were shocked too but you quickly put the hoodie on and went to get him

iwaizumi’s heart was hammering in his chest and he was VERY red with embarrassment 

how could he see you like that?!

a girl who wasnt his shouldnt be seen like that by his eyes!

a touch on his arm reminded him of his position and he was still holding the tray but it was clear from the liquid in the cups that he was shaking slightly

‘iwa-san, its okay. i still had a shirt on so dont misunderstand’

you reasoned and he nodded, still not looking at you

the beginning of the movie was quite awkward as you both were sitting next to each other on the floor, backs against his mattress while the laptop played godzilla in front of yall

but it seems it was just him who was feeling this way bc you were intrigued at this weird monster that was squshing building under its foot and you continued munching on the food

iwa stood up and coughed

‘im going to take a shower’

you paused it and stared up at him, a chip halfway in your mouth

‘oh? you want me to wait for you?’

he agressively shook his head

‘no! its okay i watched it already. just,,,, watch it’

at the end, his words came out jumbled in his hurry to go and calm his heart down

you shrugged and unpaused the movie to continue watching

iwa spent his time in the shower, thinking and trying to think of stupid thoughts like the time oikawa almost choked on a peanut when they were in middle school to distract him of thoughts of how adorable you were

ONG HE WAS JUST SHOWERING AND INNOCENTLY DOING SHOWER THINGS

‘no, i said she was like a sister to me. and a sister she’ll remain’

okay ngl even though theyre not related, im worried yall would be like ‘iNcESt’ but bls a lot of people have tried to sibling-zoned people yet realized they liked them in THAT way

as he wrapped himself with a towel, he then realized

oh my god he didnt bring clothes

LMAO NOOOO IWAAAAA

iwa frantically looked around and he saw his mother’s sakura themed robe and he paused, arguing silently with him if he should wear it

well, it was either that or he went back into the room and showed you,,,,,, this

sucking in a sharp breath, he kept the towel around his waist and slipped his arms through the tight arm holes and he awkwardly tried to keep it tied since he was so much bigger than his tiny mom

what is happening

you saw the door opening and excitedly turned to tell him about this one scene when your voice died down in your throat at the sight of him 

here was iwaizumi hajime, ultra muscle buff man who gets abs with a simple glance of the gym, wearing an all too-tight pink, cherry blossom print robe that was so tight the tie around it was shaking to keep it together

‘dont’

he whispered and that snapped your remaining surprise to double over in laughter

‘its so cute! iwa-san, youre so cute!’

you shrieked and he growled and hurriedly went to to grab grey sweatpants and a shirt before running straight back to the bathroom

when he finally came back out, his face was still red and he was pouting as he sat next to you back to his seat

he could feel you staring at him while looking constipated as you held your laugh in and the second your eyes met, your giggles fell out

iwa rolled his eyes

‘yes yes let it out’

‘hehe, iwa-san, i didnt know you had that style’

‘it isnt! i didnt want to walk in here practically naked with you in the room!’

he growled and you nodded, still not quite believing it

‘hai hai. just say you like pink, i wont tell’

you waved and iwa felt offended

‘what do you mean ‘hai hai’?! its really not!’

your lips pursed to keep more giggles in and iwa growled again before lunging to grab your sides and tickling you 

of course being careful to not touch your wounds

you shrieked at the ticklish feeling and iwa laughed as you made weak attempts to push him off

‘huh? what was that? whatd you say? cant talk anymore, can ya?’

he teased

‘NO!!!! IWA-SAAAAN!!!!!’

you shouted in between your laughter and he finally let up when you squealed out your apologies and promised to never say it again

you breathed air into your lungs and sat back up to recollect yourselves 

iwa saw the strands that escaped your bun and they were scattered everywhere looking messy with your flushed cheeks and teary eyes

oh my god you were beautiful

he was so happy that you still kept that smile despite what happened and he was going to fight to keep it there

forever

it was about nearly the end when you finally realized how different iwaizumi’s hair looked

‘oi, iwa-san, your hair is not naturally spiky?’

he continued eating the chips while still watching the movie

‘what would you expect? even shittykawa’s hair is like this. did ya know that he wakes up extra early to curl it into that shitty mess?’

your jaw dropped

‘EEEHHHH???!!!!!!!’

later, you asked him how he does his hair for school and he blindly reached for the gel that was resting on his desk before tossing it to you

‘here’

you looked at it and flickered over to his hair and then you had the greatest realization

‘GODZILLA-SAMA!’

you pointed and he stopped eating, turning to give you a confused look

‘ha?’

you shrieked in an another round of laughter

‘IWA-SAN LIKES GODZILLA-SAMA SO MUCH HE DOES HIS HAIR AFTER HIM!!!!’

you doubled over to the floor, clutching your stomach and iwaizumi’s flustered expression made you laugh harder

he knew you were smart but,,, not this smart

you figured out his secret

the secret he’s hidden since he was practically a toddler

even his best friend, the guy hes known since he was born, never made the connection

yet here you are, figuring it out not even a year of knowing him

was this part of the many reasons he,, felt his heart beat for you?

oikawa was relieved that you had the bright twinkle in your eyes the next time he saw you and you were actively talking to iwaizumi in that early morning practice

‘oh? y/n-chan, is iwa-chan your best friend now?’

he tried not to sound jealous for his own best friend’s closeness to you and he added a teasing smile for extra measure

okay that hurted me a bit

iwaizumi snarled and blasted the volleyball towards his face before he could even yell or shout

‘iwa-san, dont do that’

you chided softly, small hands wrapping around his muscly arm

but iwa patted your head

‘deserving people deserve things to happen to them’

you rolled your eyes but smiled at him

‘hai hai’

the next week, iwa still kept a close eye on you in case someone else decided to mess with you 

but you told him that you swear youd tell him if someone did and he trusts you so he backed off a little

one day, he was eating lunch with the other third years in their classroom when you busted through the door, excitedly holding your phone

‘iwa-san! i figured out what country your flag was!’

he was halfway of shoving rice in his mouth when iwa looked at you

‘oh? you couldve just asked me though?’

you pouted and went to pull a chair from another desk to sit beside him

‘nooo. i wanted to work for that information. so you’re from the philippines, iwa-san?’

he nodded proudly

‘yep’

your eyes shone with interest

‘really?! you look japanese so it must be one of your parents. hey, iwa-san, which island are you from? i read about them and they have like 7641 islands-’

the others watched as you read through the article in your phone and iwa wasnt even following your words, instead staring at you with a dazed look and a lovesick smile

mattsun, makki, and oikawa exchanged looks of surprise because in all the years theyve known him especially oikawa, iwa was never interested in girls and such

he was a straight forward man with goals and straight sight to get them done with no distractions like relationships or love

yet here he was

slowly falling in love with you without even knowing he is

he continued to fall with the simplest things about you

from the perfume that you wore everyday to the way you would tuck your hair behind your ear when you were talking to someone

little quirks he used to miss was now being noticed even if you were right behind him and not in his line of vision

now, the boys were starting to see the difference of their precious ace

it was as if when he started to like you, they knew immediately by how he was acting

then one day during practice, you were late and they were all looking around for you and when they couldnt find you, they met back in the gym with nervous looks

iwa was already pacing around, a scary aura radiating off of him, and kindaichi, who went with him to look around the school, warned the others of iwaizumi’s worry

‘he was slamming doors open and he was walking so fast i had to run to even keep up with him’

then you busted through the gym door

you were actually picking up food for the team and sweets and you were held up when makki’s puffs were still being cooked

they rallied around you to make sure you werent hurt and you assured them but iwa pulled them away like picked them up and threw them off to the side and took you in his arms

iwa thought you were hurt and he was so worried something happened to you again

the hug was bone-crushing with how hard he was squeezing you but you felt his worry though and you freed your arms to wrap them around his neck

‘im okay, iwa-san’

you whispered in his ear and he nodded

‘let me hold you for a second’

he mumbled and you nodded

‘oi, theres food in the bags so make sure you eat it all. coach paid for it all so dont leave behind anything’

the mention of the food distracted them from you and iwa and they piled on top of each other to reach their food first

iwa was grateful that you distracted the others from seeing him being vulnerable towards you

‘i thought-’

‘shh,,, you have me right here, right now. safe and sound’

you knew how much seeing you all battered messed him up and his attempt of making you forget about it has been

and his worry of you being gone without no sign of where you went will forever be there and he will always have that thought in the back ofhis mind

the next time you came over, you actually met his parents

since you went home early before, you didnt catch his parents when they came home around 10 minutes after you left

but this time, they were already home with his mom cooking dinner while his father was sitting on the dining chair reading a newspaper

iwa walked through the door, shouting he was home, and you did the same thing to be customary

oof his parents were surprised

his mom turned around to share a look of surprise with her husband

sure they havent seen tooru in a while but they were pretty sure his voice wasnt that high pitched

right?

‘hajime, did you hit tooru so much you ruined his-’

then his mother stopped talking at the sight of you holding iwa’s hand tightly when yall stepped around the corner

you sheepishly smiled at them and bowed your head in greeting

oh my

so this was why iwaizumi hajime-san was really really really handsome

his parents were freaking good looking

like his mother was aphrodite with her flawless melanin skin and doe shaped eyes with a mole under her left eye

and his father was like ares, so handsome yet still manly and his appearance was a special type of good-looking with his buffness and ruffed appearance

‘iwa-san, i didnt know your parents were gods’

you mumbled, still staring at them

iwaizumi choked and coughed, flustered

‘oh my!’

his mother placed a hand over her mouth

‘hello’

his father stood up to walk in front of you and held his hand out

‘i’m hajime’s father’

you let go of hajime’s hand to shake his own with both of your hands

‘really nice to meet you! i’m l/n y/n! seijoh volleyball manager! first year!’

you introduced then stepped aside to fully bow 90 degrees

iwaizumi thought it was so cute of how flustered you were at meeting his parents

‘ay nako! nak, i didnt know you had such a beautiful girlfriend!’

she squealed and hurriedly went to stand in front of you and gently grasped your arms to stand you back straight and took a good look at you

‘youre so beautiful, iha. nice skin, pretty eyes, ang ganda!’

even with your research of tagalog, you didnt quite understand what she was saying

iwa noticed your slightly confused expression and he laughed, tucking his hands in his pockets

‘sorry, my nay speaks in taganese when she gets excited’

‘t-taganese?’

‘tagalog and japanese’

you nodded in understanding

it was time to put your basic reserach to test

‘hello po’

you greeted her and nervously took her hand and pressed the back of it to your forehead before slowly lowering it down and letting go

her wide eyes made you think you did something bad or even offensive!

‘i-i’

‘HAY NAKO, HAJIMEE~!’

she shrieked 

‘YUNG-!!! YUNG-!!!’

okay im terrified

iwa noticed his mother’s malfunction and gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder and veered her back to her kitchen

‘sorry about her, l/n-chan. its just,,,, hajime hasnt brought home a girl before. and you doing that mustve done it in for her’

you worriedly watched hajime calm his mom down with a smile and talking to her hushed

in their perspective,,,

‘shes so nice, nak! marry her, okay? shes very pretty and she made an effort to please your nanay, so go and marry her!’

ohmylord im nervous

initially, iwa only wanted to go and hang out with you and watch a movie

not have a full dinner with his family

lmao i shouldve told you that youve been friends for months now

his mother cooked sinigang and adobo and more filipino dishes, adding even more when she saw you were joining them

the dining table was covered with a large plate full of food and you were so fascinated because this was a side of iwa that you wanted to know more about

‘wow!’

you said, not thinking, at the deep-fried fish that still had its eyeballs intact

iwa genuinely thought you would’ve shyed away from it in disgust but your eyes were glistening with genuine interest

‘iwa-san! youre so lucky you get to eat this stuff!’

you told him, looking over at his direction

while mrs iwaizumi was lading in the soup into the big bowl, mr iwaizumi was sitting at the dining table, watching your interaction and hajime telling you what each food was and your noises of surprise

he watched his son laugh when you said the palabok reminded you of the orange boy hinata 

and he also watched his son look at you so lovestruck and exactly like how he looks at his wife

soon, his mother finished and they rounded the table before saying a quick prayer to bless the food and digging in

‘so, what do you want to start with, iha?’

mrs iwaizumi asked and your wide eyes looked around

‘hm, im not sure. whats your favorite iwa-san?’

you looked to your right towards hajime who was busy eating and stopped before pointing his lips towards a direction

‘that one’

‘hah?’

you asked 

mrs iwaizumi laughed at her son’s actions

‘sorry, l/n-chan, my son has adapted my traits. he was pointing to this, adobo. do you want some?’

‘yes please’

the smell made your mouth water and you started to tuck in

maybe it was your managerial instincts, but you used your napkin to wipe hajime’s lips and he was also used to this and turned his head to make it easier for you then he went to grab the water jug and re-fill your glass

once it was done, you both silently went back to eating

his parents watched his exchange and it was like watching a married couple taking care of each other

‘so, l/n-chan, you said you were their manager’

mr iwaizumi started and you nodded, wiping your lips

‘yes. i have been for a while now and please, call me y/n’

‘hajime actually told us he had a new manager for his team and tooru told us too. but we didnt know you were a girl. its just so interesting for hajime to bring you home as he has never really had any female friends’

mrs iwaizumi’s comment made you chuckle and iwa’s eyes widened in embarassment

‘nay! of course ive had female friends! ive had friends from all genders!’

he reasoned but you teasingly smiled at him

‘ah, im not really surprised. iwa-san doesnt exactly have the appearance that girls are brave enough to approach’

he sent you a betrayed glance

‘hah?! what’s that supposed to mean?!’

you shrugged, going back to your food

‘im just saying that you always have this intense look in your eyes and youre always frowning. but its cute so its fine. and besides, i dont think theyve seen you laugh since you dont really smile a lot, iwa-san’

‘but you’ve seen me smile!’

‘eung. but its only to me. if they knew the stuff i knew like you being a godzilla fan or your collection of succelents, theyd see you like oikawa-san’

‘HAH?! YOU SEE ME LIKE SHITTYKAWA?!’

mrs iwaizumi held her husband’s hand on the table as they watched you both bicker and tease each other with a smile

hajime has always been on the rougher side of things and he doesnt really have many close friends other than the team and even then, tooru is the only one he can really be himself around

yet here you are, bringing out the boy hajime really is and making him laugh, a sound his parents dont really hear outside the house

and your eyes

god, your eyes held admiration, life,,,, and you might not know this yet,, but love

her eyes trailed her son who teasingly headbutted you and you faking a surprise and doing the same

then you heard his father’s cough which brought you back to where you were and the situation and the people that were there

you felt embarrassment creeping up inside you and you bowed

‘im sorry for acting like that, iwaizumi-san. i-’

‘no, dont apologize, darling. please, dont’

her soft smile made the nerves in you ease and hajime’s father winked at him and he knew exactly what his father was trying to say

after dinner, you volunteered to wash the plates but they veered you away from there and towards the living room 

‘oh my god, pops! stop her!’

hajime whined because he knows what his mother was going to do

she was going to show him his baby pictures

you sat on the beige couch and watched as she reached under the coffee table and revealed a few albums that had iwaizumi hajime written on the cover

‘now, y/n-chan, hajime wasnt always this pouty. in fact, he used to always have a smile on his face and laughed at the littlest things! like right here! a leaf fell on him and he-’

stories of his childhood was exchanged throughout the night and you were laughing so hard that tears were falling out of your eyes while hajime wrapped your shoulders with his arm and he would squeeze you tightly whenever you made fun of him

‘oh dear! iwa-san! you-!’

you didnt finished as you continued to laugh and he sighed

‘nay, can we go eat dessert now?’

he asked his mother and she was beginning to feel sorry for him so she smiled and nodded

‘okay. hajime, come help me’

‘iwaizumi-san, i can-’

‘no, y/n-chan. dont you worry your pretty little head about anything and just look through more of these pictures’

hajime followed his mother to their kitchen before she stopped and turned around

his mother’s height was around 5′1 so she had to look up to meet his eyes and her hands were clasped around his biceps

she is definitely beautiful and he cursed at how little he got from his mother other than her skin color

mrs iwaizumi married her husband and immigrated to japan to have a family and your polite action from earlier moved her as she hasnt experienced that in nearly 2 decades

‘nay, shes,,,, just a friend’

he reasoned, a wobbly smile to cover up his want for that title to change

yet mothers def knows best and saw right through it

she gave him a firm look with furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips

‘nak, dont lie to yourself. i raised you to never tell a lie and lying to yourself is considered lying to someone. she’s not your KAibigan, shes your kaIBIGan’

now, hajime knew a little bit of tagalog as his mother made sure he was able to at least speak to his relatives back home

so he got a hint of what she was saying yet was confused 

then he realized it

his blush creeped up his neck and he chuckled, ducking his head low to avoid his mother’s eyes

‘nak, listen to me. papunta ka pa lang, pabalik na ako. youre still growing and you may be confused right now, but make sure to think wisely and dont live with regrets. nanay doesnt want you to go through it all by yourself since she knows how hard it was. so please, listen to me and pursue her. shes special, hajime. she makes you so, so happy. i see it in your eyes, her eyes, god has fated you together. i feel it’

now if a filipino mother actually tells their son to go after a girl, thats a pretty big thing as its known that mothers are the hardest to convince and are fiercely protective of their sons, especially if its an only son, but mrs iwaizumi literally tells hajime to go court you because she sees how happy you make him and is willing to let hajime go to you 

definitely his mother’s words stuck to him and as he walked you home, he was busy thinking that he was quiet and you were worried as he would be talking right now

‘iwa-san? you okay?’

you asked and he blinked, taken back to reality from his daydream

‘hm, yea’

he answered to look at you

hes been pining for months now and he slipped his hand into yours, holding it tightly

uwu if you want to see iwa moments with y/n, read through the seijoh manager series as theres a lot of them in there

he wanted you yet, he knew it would be selfish of him to keep you in the future

he would be a college student while you’re in your 2nd year

would you want to be so far away from him?

could you handle it?

‘yanno, iwa-san, your dad told me something interesting’

you suddenly said, squeezing his hand and kicking rocks while looking up at the night sky

‘what was it? something embarrassing?’

he immediately feared that they told you that story when he was still potty training and he fell straight into the toilet 

‘hmm,,, no. he told me that he met your nanay when she was a high school student and he was a in an intern at your lolo’s company’

iwa listened and he had a smile at how you said the tagalog word for grandfather

‘he said she almost ran him over by her bike and she fled but they met again when she visited your lolo. through that, they became friends and then she confessed to him. apparently, he declined because she was younger than him, although just 3 years, and he was leaving for his own country in a few months so he didnt know if she would wait for him’

were,,,, you reading his mind?

iwa knew of his parents story yet with you telling it, it sounded a million times more interesting

‘yet she promised him. thats it, just a promise. that she would remain faithful to him, she would keep herself for him and when she finally graduates, she would go and find him and they could be happy together. he said it was the longest 3 years of his life yet when he saw in the airport, he felt like the wait was worth it. because he gets to hold the embodiment of happiness in his arms for the rest of his life’

you finished and he hummed

‘times have changed, y/n’

‘even you?’

you stopped walking and he naturally stopped too

‘would you wait for me like he did if i promised myself to you? if i promised you that despite the few years of waiting, i would still be yours and remain yours until we’re ready to be together?’

WHAT IS HAPPENING!!!!!!!

iwa’s heart was drumming in his chest and he wanted so desparately to look at you in the eyes but you were making that impossible as your head was bowed and your eyes were fixed on the concrete you both stood on

‘of course, i would’

your head snapped up and e/c clashed with olive eyes 

‘i would wait for you. we may,,, be young right now. and they might think we’re,,, being impulsive. but i dont care. because right now, all that matters, is you and me. we can think about the consequences later, but right now, i just want to kiss you’

he admitted, red ears seen by the moonlight

your body shook

‘do it, no balls’

well,,,, he has the balls

and under the moon, at 8:34 pm, iwaizumi hajime kissed you

OML THIS REMINDS ME OF THAT SEIJOH SHORT WHEN HE WAS TALKING TO OIKAWA AND HIS NEIGHBORS ARE LIKE ‘AH SHITE HERE WE GO AGAIN’

it didnt come as a surprise to the team when yall announced your relationship

well,, you both actually didnt tell them outright until like weeks later

what can you say?

you and iwa are very private people and you dont really like to show off in public

even though yall lit rally are stuck to the hip and he does things that he doesnt even think hes doing but he is totally doing

you were only caught by,,, guess who

mrs iwaizumi

it was weeks when she met up with mrs oikawa bc theyre totally best friends and thats why their sons are best friends

she told her of her son’s girlfriend and how sweet you were and how mrs oikawa should be jealous that her son doesnt have a girlfriend like that and the standards for oikawa’s future girlfriend was raised just by that teasing

oikawa literally came into after school practice after a phone call with his mother, fuming

you were talking to kindaichi and yahaba with iwa beside you, arm around your waist totally not obvious guys

and yall just saw an angry oikawa stomping towards yall

‘y/n-chan, iwa-chan, why the hell did my mom just call me and tell me that im not allowed to bring home a girl if she doesnt have h/c with s/c (skin color) and e/c and h/m (height measurement)?’

you shrugged

‘oikawa-san, i’ve never even met your mom before’

but iwa had a hunch

‘ahh,,,, my mom mustve been bragging to your mom. yanno how they are’

oikawa shot him a disbelieving look

‘IWA-CHAN! ITS BAD ENOUGH THAT YOU GOT A GIRLFRIEND AND I DONT! BUT ITS WORSE THAT YOUR RELATIONSHIP IS AFFECTING MY FUTURE ONE!’

he ranted, completely unaware that he just outed your entire relationship to the team

tbh they werent even surprised

like they were all ‘damn now shes taken. but cant say i didnt see that coming’

they took it pretty well too

they know how iwa is and they literally respect this mans and if anything, out of the whole team, he is the best candidate for your boyfriend

dating iwa is totally normal and yall just have increased touches?? like i dont know how to explain like he’s constantly holding your hand or arm around your waist or shoulder etc

literally nothing changed

you still have dinners at his house and iwa also knows your family and all that

and the most important thing is,

he kept that promise

even when he was literally at the other side of the world,

he still remained yours and you kept your own promise and waited patiently for his return

OOOOO TIMESKIP IWAIZUMI HAJIME (27) ATHLETE TRAINER

a little girl with bouncing dark brown hair was giggling as she maneuvered herself around the tall people

a shout from her parents and little sister was only making her run faster until she crashed into the legs of the person she’s been looking for

his blue jersey was similar to hers and she raised her arms up with a bright smile

‘uncle!’

she yelled and he chuckled before hoisting her up to his arms

‘ah, reyna-chan, didnt mom and dad tell you to wait for them? look! tala-chan is crying because you left her’

she followed his finger to her little sister, who was in her father’s arms, crying and reaching out for her

‘nee-chan!’

she screeched

finally, her parents were there and you were scolding her for running off

‘reyna, just dont do that again’

you said and she nodded, pouting and holding her uncle’s thumb

‘thank you, tooru-san. i dont know what i would do if she got lost’

oikawa grinned then gently patted the hat-covered head of the newborn baby girl that was strapped to your chest

‘hehe, its okay, y/n-chan. after all! uncle is always there to save reyna-chan!’

she shrieked when he held her up and hajime shook his head in his antics

‘where’s the others? i saw them in the stands but-’

he was cut off when he heard the shouts and yells from the other side that could only belong to your boys

‘woooo!!!!’

kindaichi’s voice echoed through the place and mattsuhana were rushing to greet their goddaughters

tala shyly accepted the arms of mattsun while makki was squealing quietly when darna was holding his finger tightly as she slept

‘taka-san, wanna hold her? she’s easier to hold when she’s sleeping’

‘oh can i?’

his eyes held the stars as the 11-month-old raised her fist then lowered it back down, sleep still heavy on her

‘waaa~ darna-chan is growing really quickly’

kunimi whispered, peering over his senpai to look at the baby whos eyes kept fluttering

you chuckled while looking at oikawa and him playfully bouncing reyna

‘tooru-san, congratulations on your win. it seems you’ve beaten hajime this time’

you complimented and the brunette smiled brightly at you, adjusting the little girls in his arms

‘ei, y/n-chan, i’ll beat him next time, and next time and the next time!’

every time he said ‘next’ he gave his goddaughter a kiss on her cheek making her giggle

your husband was pouting at the reminder of japan’s loss and you reached over to wrap your arms around him causing hajime to turn his head away from you

‘aww, my 4th baby is sad now’

you cooed and cupped his face delicately on your hands making him sulk and whine

the others, watching the scene, continue to be surprised at this side of their captain that remains to only be caused by you

‘ugh, nearly a decade later and theyre still sappy’

yahaba gagged and watari slapped his back

‘let them be happy’

‘come on! im in the mood for spaghetti! you like spaghetti, tala-chan?’

‘eung!’

mattsun cheered with kindaichi and she raised her hands to share the same energy

once everyone was situated in a restaurant and ordered, small talks were shared around the table of the past

‘haha, spaghetti is how your baba found out about you, tala-chan’

yahaba’s comment made the walking group laugh at the memory of seeing the video you sent in the seijoh group chat

‘i wanted to be creative with my second child since my firstborn was revealed by this loudmouth’

oikawa winced at the indirect diss at him

‘y/n-chan! i was really excited to find out i was going to be an uncle!’

‘youre already an uncle, bakakawa!’

hajime has toned down the insults to keep it pg for the children

‘but-!’

they started to argue, the oldest daughter looking disinterested as she sees this happening or hearing it whenever her dad and uncle video chat

‘it took me forever to find a ‘prego’ pasta sauce in the grocery store like i dont know why. was there a shortage?’

you complained, remembering the frustration

your fellow first years snickered at you and kindaichi prodded fun at you

‘is that why you just outright told him you were pregnant the day you found out?’

you rolled your eyes and watched makki and mattsun and tala watch the youngest as she wiggled her fists in the air and was awake enough to babble ‘makki’ over and over again

that was her first word and although she is now able to say a few words, she still repeats her first word over and over again

‘we had a fight and it just came out so of course i didnt have time to prepare!��

you defended and hajime finished his antics with oikawa just as you said that

‘what-what was your words again? ‘i really want to push you off the roof right now but i want my baby to meet their bastard father first?’‘

you gasped at that regretful statement and punched him in the arm

‘hajime! stop!’

you whined and covered your face with the sleeves of your his hoodie

‘hehe, y/n, you should do that again’

kyotani teased and you glared at him

‘shut up kyotani’

eyebrows were raised

‘eh? are you more hormonal?’

‘do you realize you already have 3 daughters?’

‘iwaizumi-san really wants to have a volleyball team family’

‘at least wait a year and a half, you animals’

‘so,, like hes that good huh?’

hajime growled and leaned over to intimidate but you snarled and jumped on your feet, being held back by the arms by kindaichi and hajime to stop yourself from leaping across the table to kill yahaba

‘keep talking like shite and i’ll make sure none of you become the godfather of this baby’

okay what

one, did you just curse

and two, this baby?!

‘im big sister again?!’

reyna ruined the surprised silence and then chaos ensued

‘WHAT!’

‘BABY?!’

‘THIS BABY?!’

you just realized what you said and smirked at the chaos you created and sat back down, leaning on the back of the chair and smugly taking a sip of your water

‘oh the power i hold in my hands’

you teased and oikawa pointed at you

‘when! how long!’

you looked at hajime who was so shocked that his eyes glazed over and a passerby wouldve thought he was dead

‘apparently 3 months’

oikawa started counting and his eyes widened at that thought

‘you-! you stayed in argentina! in my house! my house-!’

‘yep. both of them created under your house’

what 

!!!!!

hajime fainted 

oikawa screamed

a/n: okay i admit i got a little too carried away with this one. i just love filo!iwa and this was mostly written in his pov bc cmon we all know we love iwa and fell in love w him the moment we saw him

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find your way (back to me) - chapter eight

Back at it again with another update cause I had to get this chapter down before it left my head. Honestly Em is a hero for giving me this idea bc I had stalled on the fic after Jessica’s escape. But because of their help I actually know a lot more than I even knew in the LAST CHAPTER much less as a whole. Loving the comments so ofc keep them coming cause i need validation.

The process of healing is frustratingly slow and Jessica finds herself lost in the cycle of sleeping, being questioned by officers, seeing Ainsley and occasionally Malcolm, and sleeping again. It’s a small comfort knowing that Malcolm, in all his determination is searching for the man behind all of this. Most of her though just wants him in the room with her, knowing he is safe.

The most frustrating, to her and investigators alike were her memories. She remembers the big picture. There was a wreck while she was traveling to a meeting for Eve’s charity. With the woman gone Jessica had preserved her legacy the best she could. The crash was unexpected. She’d checked Alphonso from the back seat already knowing he was dead. Two paramedics pulled her out of the car, put some kind of oxygen mask on her and she was out. Next came where it blurred. She was held in the dark by two men and they asked her to pick between her life or a stranger’s. No matter how many times she picked herself the other person would die. She was shot first, and then stabbed later.

She didn’t remember other conversations. Colette Swanson was the one to report to her what they found at the construction site. They found the room she was held in, two chairs bolted to the floor facing each other. They found the trail of blood where she had escaped. They found a young man matching the surveillance footage of the paramedic they’d found the day of the wreck. He was beaten to death, likely by his partner though the FBI agent didn’t expand on why.

She’s not shocked. Part of her knew this already.

What tears at her was they found no trace of the other killer nor Freddy in the vicinity. Gil tells her that no trace of blood should be a good thing.

It doesn’t feel like a good thing.

“Ms. Whitly.” She picks her head up from the spot she was staring at, smiling kindly at the doctor.

“Dr. Garcia, I hope you’re not planning to wheel me back for another surgery. Ainsley is getting off soon and she’s bringing Vionelli’s.” The surgeon chuckles warmly shaking her head. In the week she’s been stuck in the hospital Dr. Garcia had been a welcoming bright spot in her boring or traumatizing days. The day she chased away an officer who was getting a little too aggressive while questioning and insisting that she remembered. Waving a clipboard and getting in the face of an armed man, it was a sight that made her laugh no matter how much it hurt her side.

“Actually, I wanted to be the one to tell you that it’s looking like you could go home today.”

“Today?” She sits up a little, newfound energy overpowering the shot of pain that goes through her side at the movement.

“Your infection has cleared up and all of your baselines came through clear. Now you’ll come back in a week to remove the stitches and I want you taking it easy when walking. We’re going to send you home in a wheelchair.” Jessica must have made a face because the doctor gets serious, “I expect you to use it Ms. Whitly. Your physical therapy will be easier if you don’t push yourself too much. No alcohol or other supplements until you finish out your medication.” Jessica hesitates but nods. Anything that can get her past this as soon as possible she’ll agree to. “Well, in that case you might want to tell your daughter to bring a loose set of clothes and I’ll tell the nurses to get the paperwork drawn up.”

“Dr. Garcia?” Her question evades her as soon as she asks. Past conversations echo instead, The knife was two centimeters from nicking the femoral artery. The gunshot wound had been infected, but we caught it early. Your memory will return in time, it’s expected with the combination of anesthesia and your head injury. Yet, not once had the woman made the claim other doctors had. The one that she told herself, you got lucky. “Thank you.”

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After the text it’s Ainsley, Malcolm, and Gil who come to escort her home. It feels like a bittersweet celebration. None of them will let her stay alone, despite her protests and the 3 details they set up along the house. All help is dismissed until further notice, and her home has already been searched five times for any possible cameras or bugs hidden. Gil tried to insist her stay with her but couldn’t fight more when she pointed out that she’d get around easier in her own home than his small apartment.

They celebrate with Vionelli’s, as promised, and sitting at her own table with her family surrounding her almost feels normal. She longs for a drink but her children made sure that all alcohol was removed from the home the second they were told she could come home. For a few split seconds she allows herself to believe this is a normal day. That she doesn’t ache all over, that there aren't several patrols outside guarding each exit of her home, that she doesn’t have the details of 3 days blurred as if she’d taken a few too many pills.

Despite her protests the three of them create a system. Malcolm will stay with her tonight, Gil’s insistence as he hadn’t slept much in 3 days. Gil will switch him tomorrow, Ainsley after that. Even though she tried to deny their pushes, she’s secretly glad to have one of them with her. At least she can be assured one of them is safe at all times. 

Much to her dread, Gil and Ainsley eventually leave. They linger longer than they should. None of them really tired enough to stave off their personal demons from the night. Gil gives in when Colette calls, Ainsley long after he is gone but her own detail looks tired and she shouldn’t probably get home.

Jessica makes her way back to her own bedroom. The clothes Ainsley brought are comfortable enough that she can just slide right into bed. Her medicine is slowly dragging her under and she’s grateful for the peace that the familiar setting brings.

“Goodnight mom,” Malcolm smiles at her, the expression not quite matching the worry in his eyes.

“Love you Sunshine.” She says as gently as she can, inordinately calm against the threat of sleep. Her nightmares are no stranger to her. The nickname helps as she watches him relax, even if only slightly.

“Love you too.”

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Jessica wakes again with a gasp sitting up in bed, the pain that echoes through her abdomen making her regret the movement. The nightmare already faded from her as she settles back hissing through her teeth. She squints at her phone laying on her nightstand.

4:26 A.M.

She huffs covering her eyes. She can feel the beginnings of her medicine wearing off. She’s surprised Malcolm hadn’t woken her simply to take some. She peers through the dark spying her son curled in the chair in the corner of her room. He must have fallen asleep there after working on the case for most of the night.

Her chest aches remembering how after Martin she’d find him sleeping almost anywhere but his bed. That chair, specifically, was his favorite place to curl up. A flashlight and book lying abandoned on the floor by his feet.

She experimentally sits up again, slower this time. The pain is much more manageable in the slow, precise movements. As her eyes adjust to the dark she sees a cup sitting on her nightstand along with the bottles of medicine she’s supposed to take. Lying by the glass is a small card, a note hastily written.

Just as you like.

Her chest warms looking over at Malcolm again. The glass is still hot, he couldn’t have prepared it long ago. She tusks but slides the note in her drawer, standing. She suppresses the groan at the ache in her leg, not wanting to wake him when he’d clearly just managed to fall asleep. She grabs the spare blanket draped across the bottom of her bed and covers him. Even in his sleep he looks like he carries the whole world on his shoulders. Grabbing her tea and medicine she exits her bedroom.

She’s not sure exactly where she intended on going. The restlessness is enough to make her wander through the home on a good night. This, this is something else. A sense of dread that can’t seem to leave her chest.

She takes a sip of the tea enjoying the warmth that spreads across her. Her peace is only momentary though.

The tea doesn’t taste like what she drinks.

The taste brings her back twenty years. To Christmas morning with two children bouncing onto her bed excitedly screaming about Santa. To a golden tray loaded up with her favorites. To breakfast in bed. To the tea Martin had prepared for her.

Malcolm didn’t make this.

Panic fills her as she pushes herself through the home, steadying herself on the walls. She bursts into the dining room, looking for the bar cart.

She hears Malcolm screaming in her head.

Don’t drop the cup, it could be evidence.

She needs a drink

You’re not supposed to drink on your medication.

She doesn’t care. Not when she can’t get the taste out of her mouth.

Mother!

The cart is empty. Of course it is. Ainsley herself cleared it out. She has a stash in the kitchen. One she hadn’t touched since Malcolm’s months of silence. One only she knew about.

She grits her teeth using the table as a brace as her leg screams against the rush. She can’t think. Not when the memories are too loud. The good times taste like poison under his gaze, his touch.

She flicks on the light stopping dead in her path at the sight of a figure seated at the island, facing her. The glass slips from her hands spilling across the tile and scattering shards everywhere.

Freddy stares emptily at her. His skin is all too pale. A sharp cut against his throat and blood spilled all over his clothes. They’re the same clothes he’d been wearing when she saw him last. The eyes that had been so kind to her are frozen in choking horror. He probably couldn’t even scream.

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Shattering glass startles Malcolm awake. He's up and aware in a matter of seconds. The bed his mother had fallen asleep in is empty, the medicine he’d left on her nightstand is gone too. He tries to rationalize with himself. She likely woke from a nightmare. Went to look for a drink. He doesn’t need to jump to conclusions.

Her scream sends ice through his veins. He’s taking off after that, ignoring the soreness in his joints from the position he’d slept in.

He never should have let himself fall asleep.

He was supposed to be guarding her.

Now she’s-

“Mom!” He calls out to her. Her screams seem to echo off the walls. He suddenly feels too small, a child searching helplessly for his mother in a crowd of ghosts. “Mom!” He’s closer. She’s still screaming.

He rounds the kitchen to a sight that turns his stomach. His investigative sense tells him to preserve the scene, call 911. But his mother is backed up against the wall, eyes glued to the body meant just for her. He doesn’t give a damn about the glass the cuts his feet to get to her. He lifts her by the elbows pulling her back into the dining room.

“Freddy. It’s Freddy.” She sobs before collapsing on his shoulder.

In that moment, Malcolm freezes. Twenty years, not once did she cry for Martin. Not once did she cry for her family that had been burned up and destroyed. She didn’t cry when he moved away, not when he woke up after being taken by the Junkyard Killer, not when Ainsley confessed to her that she killed Endicott. But she’s clinging to him like her life depends on it, and she’s crying.

All he can do is hold onto her and text Gil.

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This Could Be Us But You Playin': badgermao & shadow badgermao (CH 3)

Mao and Shadow Mao return to see that the HQ has been trashed

Adorabat explains

sidenote: she doesn’t know what the Badgerclops’ were talking about, just that BC was choking on some toast

story under the read more

This Could Be Us But You Playin' (also on ao3)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Both Maos dropped their grocery bags in shock, eyes widening. 

Mao held his head in disbelief as Shadow Mao lifted a hand to where their mouth would be and let out a silent gasp.

The living room, office, and probably the kitchen, were all a mess. Papers were scattered everywhere and a good half of the furniture was overturned. 

The living room table was split in half, random memorabilia still on fire. Burnt toast was everywhere, on the floor, the walls, even the ceiling. And was that- 

“SOFIA!!“ Mao cried, rushing over to the rafters. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you down from there!“

While Mao was freaking out over the couch, Shadow Mao sprinted towards the kitchen. 

His boyfriend was doing a hand stand while Badgerclops sat backwards in a chair and drew his portrait... in ketchup. Shadow Mao looked past them to see Adorabat T-posing on the kitchen table.

But where was- 

*thump*

The sound brought his attention to their adopted deputy, stuck head first in a box of cookies and struggling to get out.

“BADGERCLOPS WHERE ARE YOU?!“ Mao shouted from the living room. 

“UH, I’M KINDA BUSY HERE MAO” he scoffed, continuing to smear ketchup on the canvas. “Some people just don’t appreciate my creative ways, y’kno?“

“DROP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND HELP ME WITH SOFIA!!!“

“NO WAY MAN, DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO PAINT SOMEONE DOING A HANDSTAND?!?!“

Shadow Mao shook his head at them before trying to get Shadowbat unstuck, gently tugging the box off their head and wiping the crumbs off.

They blinked and ‘squee’ed at their guardian, the bat’s eyes turning into happy slits as they rubbed the top of their head against his chin in thanks.

Shadow Mao set them on the table next to Adorabat, who was now shoving pieces of toast in her mouth and offering a few slices to her new table buddy.

Mao had also moved to the kitchen and was now in a shouting match with Badgerclops while Shadowclops buttered another piece of toast and watched.

They noticed their shorter companion walking over and handed them a slice with some jam on it, shoving the other 3 pieces into their ‘mouth’ and leaning against the counter.

The cat shade crunched half of it and tossed the rest back to their companion, who snapped it up mid air, before quick stepping behind Mao and putting a hand on their shoulder.

Mao paused, looking over his shoulder at red eyes. He glared for a bit and sighed, pinching the bridge between his eyes. 

“Alright, just. Everyone into the living room. Badgerclops, could you please help me get Sofia down from the rafters.”

                      -after getting sofia down and putting out the fires-

The Maos stood in front of the broken coffee table, arms crossed as they looked at their deputies.

“Can any of you tell us what happened to HQ while we were gone?“ 

The deputies shared a look but stayed silent.

Mao glowered, foot tapping impatiently. Shadow Mao picked up a piece of toast and waved it at Shadowclops. ‘What’s up with all the burnt toast??’ they signed.

Shadowbat rubbed the back of their neck with one of their wings. 

Mao looked off to the side, “Fine, you leave me no choice, but to withhold the snacks we brought for you until further notice.“ 

Four sets of eyes snapped to attention.

Badgerclops gasped, “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Oh, but I would. And the longer you say nothing the colder they’ll get.”

‘You monsters!’ Shadowbat signed.

Shadowclops put a hand to his forehead, feeling faint.

“Wait!“ Adorabat called out, just as the Maos were going upstairs. “We’ll tell you.“

“Adorabat what are you doing?“ Badgerclops whispered.

“It has to be done! I wanna know what they got us.“

He made a slightly troubled face before conceding.

Adorabat took in a breath “It started like this.“

                                 -a few minutes after the Maos left-

Badgerclops walked into the living room, an Adorabat on each shoulder. Shadowclops looked up from their borrowed Switch but kept pushing buttons rapid fire.

“Sup shadow me, wanna join us and mess around with the toaster while the Mao’s are gone? We’re gonna see how much bread it takes to built a fort out of toast.“

Shadowclops nodded eagerly, saving their game and tossing the Switch onto the couch.

                                   -an ungodly amount of toast later-

“It’s so beautiful.” Badgerclops choked out, wiping a tear from his eye. 

Shadowclops put a hand on his shoulder and handed him a napkin, glowing with pride at the toaster fort they’d made in the living room around the couch. 

All four deputies were decked out in their own toast outfits, personally decorated with different colored jams.

“Badgerclops, we should take a picture to show Mao Mao!“ Adorabat said, tugging on his belt.

“Good idea 'dorabat.“ Badgerclops pet his toolbelt pockets. “Now where did I...?“

Shadowbat swooped over them, dropping the phone into his hands.

“Oh sweet, thanks lil dude.“

They gave him a thumbs up from their perch on Shadowclops’ shoulder.

“Ok everybody, say, ’deputies!’“

“DEPUTIIIIEEESSS!!!“

*click!*

‘Send that one to me.‘ Shadowclops signed.

“Fo’ sho my guy, fo’ sho.“

It wasn’t long until the four were tag team playing against each other. 

Badgerclops fell back against the back of the couch, careful not to knock his toast crown against the top of the fort as he passed his controller to Adorabat.

Shadowclops sat on the opposite end, decked out in similar toast duds. The two watched as their smaller deputies duked it out on screen. 

He leaned over, catching the other’s attention. “Hey so like, what’s up with you and Shadow Mao?“

Shadowclops turned his head and tilted it. ‘What do you mean?’

“I dunno like,” Badgerclops covered his mouth, whispering “why d’y’all smooch so much? Are you heroes with benefits or something?”

He jokingly wiggled his eyebrows at the other and broke off one of his shoulder armor toasts, biting through half of it before reaching for the peanut butter jar.

Shadowclops snickered, signing something that made Badgerclops’ face burn. Most likely due to choking on his toast, but also from embarrassment.

‘Are you ok?‘ Shadowbat signed, their head popping over the edge of the fort to look at him with concern, miniature toast crown slipping a little.

“Y- *hHrGk* yeah,” Badgerclops hacked, giving the Adorabats a thumbs up “never better!“

Shadowclops thwacked him on the back as he continued to wheeze. 

“Thanks man.”

‘no problem :).‘

Absentmindedly he shoved his other shoulder toast into his mouth. Anything to get his mind off of Shadowclops signing ‘dude, we’re lovers, lol’. 

Sure, he’d thought about it a few times when he was alone, or when he and Mao’d had a soft moment together.

And yeah, maybe they made out before when they’d been on the road *cough* and in his art and some of his dreams *cough*. But officially?

Badgerclops’ brow furrowed and he crossed his arms. Officially they were partners, co- heroes. They were best buds protecting Pure Heart Valley along with Adorabat.

He glanced back at Shadowclops, Shadowbat was splitting part of their crown and giving him half. He wondered what it would be like to have that kind of relationship with his Mao.

“Whoops!“

Adorabat’s controller clattered as it hit the floor, skidding under the couch and breaking Badgerclops out of his thoughts.

“Sorry! Could one a y’all get that for me?“

“Oh yeah, sure.“ 

He blindly searched for the controller with this robo arm, something thunking against it. “I think I got- oh no. GET OUTTA THE WAY!!“

Badgerclops’ arm started to spark, flipping through different modes before settling on the blaster setting. 

“Nonononono. SHADOWCLOPS, SAVE SOFIA- AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!“ he yelled, arm rapid fire blasting through the toast fort and parts of HQ.

Badgerclops rushed out of the fort, tripping on the living room table and breaking it in two, a wayward beam taking out part of the ceiling.

His shadow version managed to yeet Sofia into the rafters a little farther in.

Shadowbat was frantically trying to remember where the fire extinguisher was and just kept breaking thing she thought it would be in. 

Meanwhile the strength of the blasts had forced Badgerclops into the kitchen, where he and Adorabat were hitting his robo arm in an attempt to dislodge the magnet stuck inside. 

Adorabat gave up once the toaster exploded, poking at the base of the prosthetic the way she’d seen Mao do before. 

After a few tries the rogue arm sent out a strong blast, catapulting itself through one of the closed windows and into the forest.

All of them were breathing heavily, Badgerclops went to get his spare arm while the other three put out some of the more immediate fires.

Tired, and still a little on fire, they sat at the kitchen table. 

“So it’s agreed? We don’t tell either of the Mao’s what happened here.“ Adorabat said, wings folded in front of her.

                                                 -present time-

“And that’s what happened!“

“Wait, so you’re telling us, that Badgerclops’ arm got a magnet stuck in it and is still blasting stuff in the forest?“

The deputies looked at each other. “Yes.”

Shadow Mao sighed rubbing his temples before looking at Mao and shrugging. 

‘We’ll deal with it later, groceries first.‘

“We’ve decided that because of the damage done to HQ, the four of you will NOT be getting your snackies,“ he paused “... until you clean this mess up and deactivate that arm.“

The deputies deflated. “And to motivate you to get the job done quickly,” Shadow Mao poured the contents of the bag into a bowl 

“tadaaa!! mini cobbler filled beignets, specially made from Muffins’ bakery.” Mao said with a flourish.

“OOOOOOHHHHH!!!“ The deputies leapt out of their seats, rushing to different parts of the room and getting started.

The Maos nodded at each other and Mao made his way to the kitchen, not noticing Shadow Mao sneak 2 of the treats to his shade deputies.

[diningpageantry]

Don’t @ Me

Archive Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18215168/chapters/43092371

Chapter 1/10 of It’s A Handheld Disaster

Word Count: 3118

Fic Summary: Teenage life is hard enough, but with the added weight of their lives, both Simon and Baz thrive online in a fandom for the British crime show, Gastrell, about the genius Huxley and his "flatmate" Sam. Through Tumblr, they find each other, and sink into something more than just being mutuals.

Chapter Summary: A shitpost is taken a little too personally, and an argument breaks out. In true Baz fashion, he seeks to prove himself right in the most ridiculous way possible.

BAZ

Morning routines are the most menial shit in the realm of existence of arbitrary tasks.

Everyone seems to have them, yet nobody really has a set one. For example, my step-mum has a long, seemingly pointless hour of simply facial cleansers, serums, and hair products. When I’d asked her years ago why she does it all, she shook her head and said “You’ll never be an aging woman, Basilton.”

I couldn’t quite argue with that.

Regardless, it’s a part of life. The routines. Wake up, morning routine, morning activity, eat, afternoon activity, usually afternoon snack, evening activity, dinner, night-time activity, sleep.

A boring, underwhelming cycle of the day.

Although, I suppose it’s shittier for me, since the homeschooling doesn’t give me a chance to do much besides sit and read. Of course, I have my car and I can drive off to whatever. Hell, father even suggested I get a job to occupy myself, but I don’t quite see the point given how much money we have (and the risk factors with moving around so frequently).

So, here I am. Finishing my classes in a matter of months, then having an entire year of pointless bullshit.

Needless to say, my entire day’s routine isn’t the most thrilling. Wake up at 10 on a good day, check social media and emails, then just lay here until I can’t wait to piss. Piss. Go to eat breakfast and get greeted by screaming children and my poor step-mum trying to wrangle them in. Go upstairs, go back online, see whatever’s on my dash, reblog some shit, then try to do something vaguely productive. Check Archive, check email again. Nothing’s on the emails, ever. Text Dev and Niall, who get awfully pissed since they are in school. Get more food. Eat. Bring tea upstairs, despite the disdained look from our maid (who hates collecting my piles of mugs). Write for a couple hours. Take an afternoon nap, if I please. Wake up and sit there (again). Maybe lonely wank. Go back to the bathroom, stare at myself in the mirror for a good few minutes. Sit on the toilet for half an hour for no reason besides the fact that my phone seems more interesting while sitting there as compared to sitting in bed. Sit then on the bathroom floor doing the same thing. Go back to my bed, listen to music on my phone and work on my laptop. Write, maybe scroll. Get dinner brought to me as they tut that I should be more active. Eat. Go downstairs for an evening workout (they’re right, I shouldn’t confine myself to my bed). Come back, do exactly what I do for half the day until I pass out somewhere around 3 am. Repeat.

Dream life for an 17 year old. Social life of a god.

Somewhat.

It’s shit to say (and sort of embarrassing to share) that there’s sort of a social media presence around me. Not quite the Instagram model bullshit, but based around fan life.

Yes, it’s a laughing stock. That’s where my popularity lies--a mixed grab-bag of various ages gathering around various platforms to enthuse about certain topics. And I’m somehow lucky enough to have the slightest bit of popularity here.

As in, a large following. A large, somehow active following.

It isn’t exactly thrilling as one would like to think. Sure, it’s fun to see a scattered group of regulars pop up, and I have my mutuals, but it’s a sad existence to sit around and make various shitposts with nothing better to occupy my mind. Or, at least, that’s what Dev and Niall tell me.

All in all, I blame Fiona. She’s the one who got me into the show, saying she thought the character was a bit like me. After I saw it, I found the three connections she’d grasped at.

Gay, dark-haired, and violinist.

As if that’s a rarity.

Yet, surely enough, I did love it. The cinematography, the characters, the storyline. It was intriguing--captivating.

It doesn’t hurt that the online community was still on the smaller side when I first got there. The show was only a season in when I made my blog, and I’ve stuck through all this bullshit to get me here. One of the regulars. Reposted everywhere, uncredited usually. Big fics, large interactions. Shitposts with thousands upon thousands of notes. I’m recognizable; a suggested name.

Don’t get me wrong, the attention is spectacular. I love interacting with people beyond this depressing household, and they’re usually fairly nice (usually) (except those ravenous for an argument). It’s just awkward to share at times when people ask why your mobile’s got 99+ symbols next to the apps and you just shrug and say “I’m shit at checking it” to avoid the conversation because most people see it as childish.

It’s a shame, really. Especially since I feel emotionally attached to these goddamn fictional fuckers.

I suppose that’s what makes it all the more personal, then. Even the shitposts mean something to me.

Which is what makes this is a long, winded way of saying fuck whoever’s arguing with me about whether or not Huxley is a fucking Ravenclaw. (He is. Hands down.) How’d I get here, staring at my mobile in disbelief at a brief back and forth post turned fight? Because it feels like a reasonable question to wonder.

I got here because, as almost all mornings, I woke up, opened my phone, read my notifs, then sat here, thinking of something. Anything. Then, in a tired haze, typed out a single text post on tumblr.

huxley gastrell is a ravenclaw send tweet

Following so, I went about my typical morning. Of course. Then--then--I check my phone as I’m going downstairs and I see it. I see the “@bi-sammy mentioned you in a post!” notif, then read the God-forsaken reblog.

@gaystrell op do you take criticism on your posts?

I frowned at my phone, typing out a quick response before tucking it back into my pocket.

@bi-sammy no.

What I hadn’t anticipated, though, was the reply I’d open up to soon after I’d started poking at my morning meal.

@gaystrell well too bad bc ur WRONG and ur opinions are UGLY

#he’s clearly a slytherin this is slytherin oppression #don’t tell me he and bryonie aren’t from a slytherin family

Now I sit, staring and completely awestruck at such a post. Now, I won’t deny Bryonie Gastrell is definitely, in all possible ways, a Slytherin. Cunning and ambitious as fuck, as any political spy may be, but fuck anyone who tries to dismiss Huxley’s clear Ravenclaw leanings.

It takes me a moment to fully process, mouth robotically chewing my eggs as I contemplate my answer.

@bi-sammy there is absolutely no proof of huxley being a slytherin and more than enough support towards him being a ravenclaw. get your clueless negativity off my blog, you utter tit.

With that, I settle my phone face down onto my table and try to enjoy my lovely plate of scrambled eggs, barely ignoring the boiling of my blood.

SIMON

My phone lights up with the new notification, dragging my attention away from my laptop as the words slide down onto the screen. “@gaystrell mentioned you in a post!” I hate to admit that I get a little pattering in my heart, urging my hand out to grasp the mobile as I pause the Youtube video currently playing. As I read his words, I slowly blink out of my excitement.

Tit. He called me a bloody tit.

Of course this fucking wanker called me a tit.

He must think that since he’s this big bad blogger, he can call me a tit right out in the open. (Although, he is talking to me, so that’s a plus) (No! No no no, bad validation, Simon. Bad). What, with his thousands of followers and fans of his own, he thinks he can try to say shit out in the open?

Fuck it. He’s either getting a DM or a bloody fist fight from me. I’ll take a train to wherever the fuck he lives (which is somewhere in England, since that’s what his bio says) (and his aunt lives in London, since he’s posted about visiting her) (I really do wonder where he’s from and how close he might be--what if I run into him one day?) (No wait fuck I don’t want that anymore).

Clicking on his blog, the little person drop down gives me the option of a message. I barely think as I type it out, vision going spotty from the adrenaline of the twinging anger.

bi-sammy: i swear to god there was no point to the battle of hogwarts if you’re just going to go around and absolutely slander the slytherin name and dare say that huxley is not one of them and, rather, is a ravenclaw

At first, I grin at it, watching my lone message appear into the empty chat. It’s so freeing--so powerful to send it. I pride myself, in the moment, for this solid move of communication. Of course I’m fucking proud. I messaged the arse myself and gave him a space to fight.

Maybe Penny’s right, I should dial down the confrontation, but it’s just the internet. Nothing important happens through a stupid little argument over Huxley’s true Hogwarts house (although, I’m sure I know I’m right in my heart), but it is a bit of fun to fuck around with someone. It’s a distraction. And that’s why I’m here, afterall. To have a distraction.

Penny thinks it’s a bit silly, but she doesn’t really complain. All she’s ever said was  “I thought we left fandom stuff behind us when we were 14.” She said it over lunch, watching me scroll through my at-the-time new tumblr.

It’s funny, I thought I did leave it behind when I was younger. It seemed unneeded as life shifted. I’d just found a stable foster home, with someone who was going to keep me for a while. I found Penny a couple months before I deactivated my old account. I was happy; we were free. I didn’t need a venting place.

Shits been sort of hitting the fan recently, though. No uni plans, David’s been getting more controlling, and of course, Agatha dumping me. It all crashed on top of me a few months ago, and somehow, the only place that I could find healthy coping was online. So, I started fresh. Made a blog and settled in. It’s not big, but I’ve had a few posts get noticed. I have a good few hundred followers, and one nice anon who asks me how I am every few weeks. It’s not a lot, but it’s comforting.

I feel at home here, even with a little discourse.

Well, only when the discourse is answered. Which, in this situation, I don’t know if it will be, given it’s been over an hour now and Baz hasn’t answered.

If that’s even his name.

It’s what his bio says, at least.

baz. 17. cisguy (he/him). gay. don’t interact if you think huxley is remotely straight.

I’ve wondered for a while what Baz stands for. He refuses to answer it in asks; he always says it’s too personal. He’s sort of odd like that--never posts pictures of anything that could be linked back. Seems sort of creepy, but then again, a lot of people follow him. It’s reasonable to want space.

Maybe that’s why he’s not answering. He probably wants space of some sort, but it’d be at least decent to answer someone who tried to have a discussion (that’s at least what I’m calling that message I sent--a discussion starter).

I frown at my phone, keeping it on silent as I slide it into my front pocket and settle into my seat in maths. I’ll say it--I sulk in class, a little bitter that I don’t have his attention (despite the fact that he seems like he’s always active online, which seems odd). Eventually, I exhale and try to let it slip away. There went my one interaction with him. My few seconds of the weirdest fucking bliss online, gone.

Then, it happens. As the class is ending, I pull out my screen just enough to see and there it is. A clear notification telling me he’d answered. Oddly enough, it’s just him sending me a link to a Google Doc.

Weird.

I ignore it for the moment being, letting myself ride the wave of relaxation that I actually got a reply. It passes my mind until I’m sitting in the back of Agatha’s car, listening to Penny and Aggie in the front talking about whatever’s on their mind. The rides are sort of awkward as of recently. At least Agatha agreed to drive me home (it’s a good 45 minute walk, if not) after some convincing from Penny, but her and I don’t really chat. It’s just the two of them.

Given that time, I have a chance to pull out my mobile and thumb through what was sent.

gaystrell: https://docs.google.com/document/d/175qFASmqD7hey8lE0eoE-6VhhFYE9DP6bpnI32Aay98/edit?usp=sharing

I click on it, not expecting that much (or, really, not expecting anything at all). Yet, the second it pops up and loads, my jaw drops.

“Jesus fuck,” I say aloud, scrolling through it. Penny turns her head, frowning as I stay locked on my screen.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“No--no nothing,” I say, waving a hand. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s got to be something for that reaction,” she says, keeping turned in her seat as she eyes me up. “Just tell us, Si.”

“I mean it when I say it’s nothing.” My voice gets quieter as I shift, reading the title. “It’s just fandom stuff. It’s really nothing.”

I hear her disgruntled huff as she turns back, mumbling something about me reacting too dramatically to this. “It isn’t even real.” It’s said under her breath, yet it still rings clear in my ears.

It isn’t really fake, either.

Hell, this is six pages of real. “Why Huxley Gastrell is, Without a Doubt, a Ravenclaw”. Shared by Basilton Pitch (is that his actual name?!). Fucking hell, it’s detailed to no ends. You’d think, with this much writing, there’d be pages of pointless filler where he’d just type “im gay hi huxley is also a gay we’re all gay here aren’t we”, but no. It’s full, grammatically correct sentences detailing his points.

It’s a bit much to read in the car, so I settle my mobile face down onto the seat as I’m left reeling. That… was a bit more than I’d expected.

Shit, did he write that for me?

This isn’t real. This can’t be real.

BAZ

Whoever says that having a flair for the dramatics is pointless has clearly never met me, because I wouldn’t quite call this masterpiece of an essay “pointless”. In fact, I should send it to academics. Rename it “A Study In Multi-Dimensional Characters and their Associated Generalized Personality Traits”. I’ll be hailed as a genius, as I deserve to be.

I crack my knuckles, and see the little person pop up.

Surely enough, it’s @bi-sammy’s name that he has listed online, Simon. It’s curious, he has his last name listed as “Snow”. Although, the smallest part of me believes it’s a pseudonym. Given our interactions, I doubt he’s clever enough to think of a solid pseudonym. And, even at that, why pick Snow?

Either way, it’s surprisingly endearing. Simon Snow. Sounds sweet. Sounds innocent.

I watch his cursor turn on, then his icon goes grey after a few moments. My heart starts to trip, making my cheeks begin to flush. Is… he ignoring this?

No. He can’t be. I put in hard work and dedication into this work, and I deserve the respect I’d sent into it. Fucking hell, three fully developed points (his devotion to intellectual work, his effort to step out of public light for Sam’s sake, and his overall lack of ambition for moving forward). I clearly set it out, and ended it properly; I’d proven that Huxley is a Ravenclaw. Case and point, opinion made, the end.

And, here I sit, watching him have the audacity to open it up then close it back. That was my hard work put in there, and he closes it? Who in the name of all that is sacred thinks he’s that above other people to the point where he just ignores--

Oh. He’s back on. Nevermind.

He’s… probably a school student. It’s roughly the time that most classes end, I suppose.

I make a mental apology to him, despite having never ranted directly to him in the first place.

He stays active for a good bit; long enough to show he’s reading. I assume that he’d just close off and message me, but after minutes, I notice a little highlighted comment pop up on the last sentence.

Simon Snow i………. owe you every single possible apology

Each word makes me grin like I haven’t in a while. A wide, cheek-creasing grin. There’s something so sweet to that--so personal. It feels like a note passed to me in a classroom under the tables. Like a cute “Blink if you like me”, although I doubt he has quite an intention.

Nevertheless, it warms my chest, sending my head back as I smile. I’m not sure whether or not it’s the satisfaction of winning, or his words, but I laugh outwardly into the room. It stays with me, reverberating onto my skin and my throat.

I look back at the comment, then leave it untouched. If he won’t remove it, then I won’t either.

With a glance at our personal messages tab, I figure that’s that. Even field, no more argument. No more interaction. It’s a bit of a shame, given the effort I’d just extorted for his sake, that he hasn’t answered in our chat.

While I’m disappointed to close off the document, I smile at it one last time. Sometimes I have to move on from random people, especially when they come on a bit strong.

Except, I find, moments later that I’m wrong about one thing--the moving on. He didn’t just stop his interaction, but instead made a public post.

“@bi-sammy mentioned you in a post!”

This time, I really laugh. A full bellied, hand-covering-mouth laugh.

i guess i have to suck @gayhuxell’s cock now because i was wrong and the bloody arse was right. huxley is a ravenclaw.

#fuck me i guess

I take a minute, rereading over his words a few times before typing a simple answer with my reblog.

i’m available anytime behind a mcdonald’s parking lot

[jayykesley]

1-30 for Derick and Rosalyn ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

1.     If your OC was an action figure/doll being sold at a toy store, what items would come packaged with them? What phrases would they say when their string is pulled?

Derick: obviously a small cat toy, and its just a lot of “sorry, excuse me, sorry”

Rosalyn: her yellow scarf, and “stop asking questions”

2.     Your OC’s favorite song just came on the radio, but they’re in public! Do they contain themselves or do they rock out without a second thought?

Derick: absolutely not, nothing he would hate more than attracting attention to himself in public

Rosalyn: not outright dancing, but shes tapping her foot or nodding along unconsciously

3.     Does your OC revel in celebrating holidays/birthdays or do they have zero holiday spirit?

Derick: holidays dont bring a ton of happy memories, so on his own he doesnt do much to celebrate. But with his new friends and family, hes more open to making happier memories

Rosalyn: she herself doesnt go big, but she’s not Scrooge or anything if the people around her want to celebrate

4.     How much effort does your OC put in when it comes to giving presents to friends?

Derick: i think gift-giving is his love language? so while he doesnt give extravagant gifts, they all come from the heart (flowers, cool rocks, etc)

Rosalyn: all her gifts are purely functional - you mention you ran out of razors? she’s got you. need a tire pressure gauge for your car? that’s your birthday gift. she once bought roswell a box of colorful bandaids and a new belt for their “camp-iversary”

5.     Does your OC have a role model or someone they idolize? How would they react to meeting them?

Derick: not really, he’s more intimidated than in awe of people that are “above” him

Rosalyn: she definitely looks up to Dr. Gatling

6.     How organized is your OC’s workspace?

Derick: a bit scattered, but mostly somewhat clean

Rosalyn: scarily organized and very minimalist

7.     What would be your OC’s ideal vacation destination?

Derick: he’s not huge into traveling, so anywhere that allows him to sleep in his own bed at the end of the day

Rosalyn: anywhere, she wants to go anywhere and everywhere, she wants to see everything and experience everything and just feel free

8.     Which of your OCs sleeps the most? The least?

Derick, although he is probably at least a little depressed, so its not exactly healthy

9.     Is there anything peculiar about your OC’s teeth? Anything crooked, missing, or discolored?

Derick: hes got that perfect rich boy smileTM

rosalyn: shes got a couple chipped teeth, could possibly stand to whiten them if she felt like it

10.  Which of your OCs has all the sass? Who has all the class?

of the two of them, rosalyns got the sass and dericks got the class

11.  Is your OC a sore loser or a graceful one? When they do win, do they gloat or are they humble about it?

derick: very humble (again, hates the extra attention)

rosalyn: not a sore loser, but WILL rub it in carson’s face if she beats him in anything

12.  Does your OC try to set a good example for those around them or could they care less about the impact they have?

derick: tries his best to be a good influence, maybe tries a little too hard sometimes

rosalyn: could not possibly care less

13.  How well does your OC take compliments? Do they get flustered or try to turn them down?

derick: BAD, hes VERY BAD AT TAKING COMPLIMENTS. he dissolves into a flustered stuttering mess he cannot take a single compliment

rosalyn: “I know.”

14.  When your OC doesn’t understand something, do they ask for help right away or do they flounder about trying to figure it out on their own?

derick: embarrassed to be asking for help, embarrassed to flounder helplessly, he just doesnt know what to do

rosalyn: might ask for help, might brute force it, whatever she feels like

15.  Which of your OCs has the most patience? The least? How would they react to someone cutting in front of them in line?

Derick: pretty patient, but would probably just fester quietly if someone cut in front of him

rosalyn: impatient and unfortunately for everyone around her she is extremely confrontational

16.  How does your OC feel about their mortality? If they’re immortal, do they see this as a curse or a blessing?

derick: would like very much to not think about the impermanence of existence

rosalyn: she aint dying until she kills knox. “it’s easy,” she says “just dont die.”

17.  If your OC is trained in combat, what kind of opponent would they do best against? What kind of opponent would they lose horribly to?

derick: hes extremely not and will lose

rosalyn: would do best against (obviously) someone unskilled and weak, or another Heavy. Isn’t that great against a Flyer because Rosalyn is very impatient and crude in her fighting style, and Flyers are graceful and lithe.

18.  Are there any issues that your OC sees as pretentious or not worth arguing over? Or are they the one getting in heated debates over trivial things?

Derick: generally doesnt argue much bc he just doesnt see most things as worth getting heated over

Rosalyn: is ready and willing to get angry over any and all things

19.  Your OC’s favorite ongoing book series/show/etc. just got canceled! How do they react?

derick: disappointed and annoyed. you know how interesting something has to look for him to actually start watching/reading it?

rosalyn: unsurprisingly, shes angry

20.  Your OC overhears someone talking smack about one of their friends. Do they come to their defense or get involved in any way?

derick: might actually say something tbh - he wont stand up for himself but he WILL stand up for his friends!

Rosalyn: ready to throw down immediately

21.  Your OC’s neighbor is blasting loud music in the middle of the night. How do they react?

derick: pull the pillow over his head to drown it out

rosalyn: Confrontation TimeTM

22.  How does your OC react to cheesy pick-up lines? Would they ever use one?

Derick: blushes, flustered and doesnt know how to respond. just a lot of stuttering. it would take a LOT for him to ever feel comfortable actually using a pick up line.

Rosalyn: “are you flirting with me?” - she wouldnt waste time, she;d just get straight to the point with “I like you, wanna do this thing?”

23.  Would your OC ever misuse a swivel chair or a chair with wheels?

Both: absolutely

24.  Has your OC ever tried to do something with good intentions but it all went awry?

Derick: story of his life

Rosalyn: pretty much every time she tries to give advice or give a compliment

25.  Has your OC ever ignored a problem hoping that it would go away on its own? If so, what was it & did it work?

Derick: always, and no

Rosalyn: she usually faces problems head-on

26.  Your OC comes across an abstract painting! Do they try to decipher a deeper meaning from it or do they just see some blobs and lines?

Derick: blobs, but the blobs make him feel something

Rosalyn: doesnt like the blobs

27.  If your OC was a Pokemon trainer, what pokemon would they have in their party? Would they prefer battling or contests?

Derick: whatever pokemon he comes across first - he cant get rid of them just because theyre weaker! thats mean!

rosalyn: i like the idea that her party is 100% geodudes

28.  Even if your OC doesn’t play video games, what do you think their favorite game/series would be?

derick: stardew valley

rosalyn: bioshock/Doom

29.  If your OC was going to be in an animated movie or show, who would you want to be their voice actor?

derick would need someone with a slightly higher voice, soft but excitable, always sounds slightly panicky

rosalyn would need someone with a slightly lower, more serious voice, where everything she says is “stated” rather than “explained” or “questioned” or “asked’.

30.   Your OC spends an hour looking for something only to realize it was in their hand the entire time. What’s their response?

Derick: feels silly, hopes no one saw him

Rosalyn: huffs, but moves on

[angeledwings]

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Send me a Ship and I’ll Break Them DOWN

How did they they meet?

Hoooboy this is gonna be kinda long.

So, I have this headcanon that Rinoa was looking everywhere for a Garden who would agree to offer their mercenaries in exchange for a low price---which is a very horrible exchange. And she knew that.

First. Rinoa went to Galbadia Garden; the snooty rich SeeDs with more experienced fighters. Their headmaster declined Rinoa’s offer---as expected, but that hardly unmotivated the determined resistance leader.

Next, she applied for help to Trabia Garden. The best they could do was offer some technicians and a trainee to ensure safety protocols and offer security. And while that was a kind offer, it wasn’t what Rinoa was looking for. Trabia declined Rinoa’s want for their experienced fighters but gave her a referral for Balamb and allowed her to board the train free of cost. (They were a bunch of nice people.)

The minute Rinoa arrives in Balamb, she’s met with the sight of a silver haired woman ruthlessly kicking the snot out of some poor helpless burly guy while another man in a white coat brandishing a sword laughed hysterically at the woman’s antics. Indeed, that was the posse we all know and Seifer loves.

Rinoa immediately assumes Balamb is an island full of delinquents with a bad reputation, but that doesn’t deter her from seeking out what she came there for.

However, before she was going to head down the road towards the Garden, she was going to stop the brutal beating by stepping between the woman and the cowering man, DEMANDING they stop. She didn’t mind a brawl if it meant fighting for what was right. And they were vehemently out of line.

This triggers Seifer, and he decides to introduce the fear of god into the small woman’s tiny form. He leers over her, using his tall stature to make her feel small, obsolete, weak. His piercing greens bore into her skull. And if looks could kill? She’d have died a thousand times.

Rinoa cared little for his approach. She was NOT afraid of him.

She stares back, eyes winced, brows furrowed, hands on her hips. She challenged him; a huge mistake no one DARED think about.

Still. He was not getting his way by trying to intimidate her.

They stay like this for a good five minutes. Seifer breaks, finding everything about her...amusing. different. hilarious. surreal. He smirks, then scoffs at this little spitfire and tells her to get out of his sight.

Fujin ceases her brutal beatings on Raijin and notices Seifer watching the blue clad woman with a wide eyed stare, and a psychotic curl of the lips.

He did not want their game to end. He wanted to make her suffer.

So he  follows her...

Who developed romantic feelings first?

Seifer.

Rinoa was too involved with getting Independence for Timber that she didn’t have time for romantic feelings. Or so she thought. Yes. Seifer was cute. He smelled good. His voice was was like a melody to her ears, but it was normal to get infatuation. And Rinoa assumed it would pass. It obviously did not.

Seifer, however, developed feelings for her because she didn’t want him, and she never took his shit. He was a selfish asshole and always treated their meetings like a game. Until it wasn’t...

Something about how passionate Rinoa was about her cause woke something up inside of him. Her determination for what she wanted was inspiring. Just like a little boy he once knew from long long ago...

Rinoa’s feelings eventually grew the moment Seifer started talking to Rinoa about Forest Owls. He would show minor tender moments to show Rinoa that he sincerely wanted to help her. It meant a lot to her because of the lengths he went to make sure her dream would prosper. He didn’t care about Timber at all, though. He cared about Rinoa, and what she wanted. So, what was important to her, was important to him.

He promised her he’d become a SeeD, and offer himself in Garden’s stead. But not for free. She owed him a date, and she was already neck deep in a shit ton of debt---or so he claimed.

Rinoa loves Seifer, and still does to this day. Theres a connection she feels that cant be said with words. Its just there. And it always will be.

Who is their biggest “shipper?”

Raijin. Raijin likes Rinoa because she saved him from Fujin’s wrath more than once. THEREFORE. HE ENCOURAGED SEIFER TO CHASE HER. Lmao. But oh. Don’t tell Seifer what to do. xD

When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances?

Very bad circumstances lol. Seifer is an asshat. We all know this. How he shows affection or interest is...unusual at best.

What he did was, he needled her over the smallest things, tried to convince her she was stupid, told her she was weak, and on one occasion prevented her from going anywhere by barring her path with his legs. He was sitting in a seat blocking the door, laid back, watching her freaking out to let her go. It was amusing. He LOVED playing with her.

During that moment of hysteria, he drops his feet, grabs her, and plants a good one on her. She answers with a big slap against his face and screaming about something or another. Yeah, yeah. He’s heard it all before sweetheart.

He laughs and simply says, “Wow, that actually hurt.” He bars her path again by slamming his hands on the wall behind her and whispers, “Do it again...”

Who confessed their feelings first?

Seifer. Though not in your usual way. I mean, of course right? He’s a pompous asshole. Confident as hell and really doesn’t care any other way. It was just.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m not concerned about what you’re saying, but I like your face.”

What was their first official date?

Uhhh. Rinoa is still in “debt”. Loooool.

How do they feel about double dates/group dates?

Rinoa thinks they’re adorable. Seifer thinks its tacky. And what if he got a boner? Its not for them. But. Oh well. they can look. He’s a pretty impressive guy and all. -rolls eyes-

What do they do in their down time?

I can imagine Rinoa likes to pamper herself with bubble bath, massages, facials, and taking naps with Angelo. She also likes to catch up with some of her friends with lunch or a little get together.

And I figure Seifer is doing something dangerous or completely stupid. You know. So he can come out in a blaze of glory.

What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like?

Well. Being that Rinoa only knows Edea due to....reasons. She never got a proper introduction.

Seifer met Fury and he didn’t care to change his personality to look good in front of the General. And Rinoa LOVED THAT. Seifer wasn’t afraid to continue being himself even towards a man of “great importance”. Seifer was just Seifer.

Caraway HATES his guts.

What was their first fight over and how did they get past it?

Obviously over the stunts he does. He is reckless with how he approaches things and due to that, it could land the Forest Owls in hot water. Rinoa was PISSED with some of the things Seifer threw himself into for fear that he wouldn’t come out alive. She was constantly worried that he would die over just one mistake, and he NEVER took her worries into consideration.

He knows he’s hard to kill, and he always told her that. Why did she care so much, anyway?

Women. Right?

They never really got passed it. Just bored of it? It was the same argument over and over. Seifer was not going to change and Rinoa had to accept that. And she did, no matter how much it hurt.

Which one is more easily made jealous?

Uh. Both, honestly? Though I see Seifer much more inclined to turn the entire misunderstanding into a fiasco that would make you regret having known him. Like. Punching out a guy for having looked at his girl a certain way. Starting an argument with a guy at a checkout register for telling Rinoa to have a good day bc thats obv signs of flirting. (Yes, I am aware that is VERy toxic. Seifer is toxic.)

Rinoa is more reserved and wants to keep it between them. But she isn’t all innocent. If Seifer even so much as says “hey” in a certain way to another, Rinoa will do the same with a guy to make him jealous. Its just a cycle of ugliness lol.

What is their favourite thing to get to eat?

Who doesn’t like sushi, fam? ;D

Who’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position?

Rinoa obviously cuddles Seifer. She loves every snuggly position. Just as long as she’s near him she loves it.

Seifer prefers laying on his back with an arm around her.

Are they hand holders?

Rinoa certainly is. She wants to hold Seifer’s hand all the time.

Seifer thinks its pathetic and embarrassing as fuck. Buutttt. He’ll give Rinoa this ONE exception.

How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances?

They should have waited longer buuuut, about 5 months since they met.

Circumstance? They were horny? asdfjgdflks;

Who tops?

Seifer. He has more experience.

It took Rinoa a little while to really learn about her body and what it liked. She can top when given the opportunity.

What’s the worst first they’ve ever gotten into?

I’d say, their first kiss was the worst fist of the century. xD Pretty sure the people of FFVIII heard Hyne crying.

Who does the shopping and the cooking?

Both. Rinoa LOVES Seifer’s cooking. Rinoa is also skilled with culinary arts. And she also does the shopping since Seifer gets irritated and loses his patience.

Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness?

Seifer is really organized for being a scatter brained asshole. Rinoa is the tired little poof. She loves her naps. <3

Who proposes?

Unfortunately....we all know how this panned out. :’(

Do they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate?

Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids?

Big Ceremony or Small?

Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where?  

Do they have children? How many?

[trans-shuichisaihara]

fake it till (we) make it - Scene 1

the celebrity fake dating oumota au I started last month or smth and finally picked up again. I really love this au so uhh hopefully y’all do too! coughs bc it’s probably a slow burn and i have too many of those

(read on AO3)

Kaito Momota, up-and-coming actor newly known for his roles in various sci-fi films, has a problem. Said problem comes in the form of his frequent costar ringing insistently on his door at 2am.

“What the fuck,” is all his tired mind can create to greet him with. If Kokichi minds, he doesn’t show it, a wild grin filling his face.

“Good morning, Kaito!”

“It’s the middle of the night, this better be real fuckin’ important.” A headache is already starting to form right behind his eyes, so he really isn’t in the mood for-

“I’m bored; you should be a good host and entertain me!”

Three seconds later, Kaito slams the door in his face.

“Hey! Kaito! C’mooon!” The relief from his voice being muffled only lasts a matter of seconds, as Kokichi goes back to ringing the doorbell rapidly.

“Fine,” he groans, throwing the door back open, “Get in here before I call someone to get rid of you.”

He wastes no time obeying, hurrying past Kaito and straight to the living room, vaulting over and onto the couch.

He sighs, closing the door and massaging his aching head. “You could at least take off your shoes, asshole.”

“I’m good,” he cheekily replies, resting said shoes on the arm of the couch, “Come sit over here.” He pats the seat next to him. Kaito shakes his head and opts to sit on the opposite end.

“Are you gonna explain why the hell you’re awake at 2 in the morning or should I just assume you’re going out of your way to bother me?”

He hums in response, before his expression changes to a pout. “My manager wants me to change my sleep schedule so we can get some night scenes out of the way. But no one else is ever awake at this time of night unless they’re completely smashed.”

Kaito pinches his nose; what was Kokichi starring in again? He himself isn’t doing anything currently, waiting for preparations for the next film to wrap up. “Why don’t you go bother Miu then? She supposedly never sleeps.”

“She sleeps weird hours, but she’s in France with Kaede right now.”

Oh, yeah, that’s right. “Ugh, call her or text her or something then; it’s like normal morning hours there.”

“No thanks,” Kokichi declines, kicking off his shoes, “I don’t want to interrupt her honeymoon.”

He furrows his brows at his word choice; they’re there for Kaede’s piano concerts, right? Well, whatever. “Why don’t you go bother-” Fuck, who could he send Kokichi off to? He couldn’t bother Shuichi or Maki with him, and all their other mutual friends either expressed annoyance with him or didn’t stand up to him when he was being like this. Dammit. “... Fine, whatever, guess you can be my problem for tonight.”

It has to be illegal for him to look so happy at being the source of someone’s sleep deprivation. “Aw, I knew you’d come around. No one can resist me.” Fucking spoiled brat.

“Just find some way to entertain yourself; I got plenty of shit lying around. I'm goin' back to sleep.” He stands, waving him off, but doesn’t get far before Kokichi lunges forward and grabs his wrist.

“I have a huge Lego Star Destroyer in my car and if you don’t help me build it I’ll egg your house.”

... Well, how could he say no to that? “Dude, you act as if building that would be a bad thing.”

He hums in response, releasing Kaito and tossing his keys up to him without warning. He catches it midair, nearly missing the sly smirk that crosses Kokichi’s face. “You’ll see~!”

The box isn’t that big, but it’s heavier than he expected it to be. Not anything he can’t handle, but it still causes him some trouble getting it through the door, determined to be as difficult as its owner. He becomes very familiar with information on the side of the box as he’s bringing it in; 3152 pieces, recommended for ages 16 and up.

Looks like Kokichi would have to sit out, haha.

Relaying that joke to him when he finally sets it down in the living room earns him a huff and an annoyed shout reminding him that they’re the same age. Geez, it isn't Kaito’s fault he looks nothing like a 23 year old. He doesn't look a day over 15, and that's just a fact.

“So, why do you even have this? Don't tell me you bought it just to bribe me,” he asks as they pull out the bags of pieces from the box, Kokichi flipping through the first few pages.

“No way, it's just something I impulse bought last Christmas and never got around to building. I remembered it while I was sitting around bored and hey, you're the residential space freak.” He grabs the baggie labeled “1” from Kaito’s pile, tearing it open with more force than necessary.

“Hey, careful! You’ll lose pieces like that!”

“Relax, it's the first bag, and your house is surprisingly clean. Seriously, do you even live here?”

Kaito feels a bit offended at that. “What does that mean?! You think I live like a slob or somethin’?!”

“Uh, yeah? Your dressing room is always a mess.” He pauses. “Do you keep the mess in your bedroom then?” He gives him a teasing wink as he begins snapping pieces together.

“My room’s clean too, asshole. It's not hard to keep a clean house.”

“I bet it is, when you own literally nothing.” He shakes his head. “I was expecting collectables and spaceship models everywhere.”

Well... He does have those, but they're in his study where he can see them while he works out. “What, so are you saying you own a bunch of junk then?” He did say that he impulsively bought this.

Kokichi's face goes flat for a moment, before snapping back into a grin. “Yep! You caught me, I'm a huuuuge hoarder!” And a huge liar; anyone who works with him for even five minutes knows that.

“Yeah, sure.” Maybe he is, maybe he isn't. He can't judge a house he's never seen. Which begs the question- “Where the hell do you even live?”

“I wonder,” he answers with a non-answer, flipping to the next page. Kaito shakes his head, unsurprised.

After he grabs one of the other instruction booklets and his own bag of pieces - pushing Kokichi’s scattered pieces towards him to prevent mixing - the two of them work in silence for a long while. Kaito starts to yawn as he flips through the seemingly endless instructions, blurry vision causing him to keep misreading the pictures and forcing him to frequently tear apart sections of his progress.

“You're really bad at this,” Kokichi comments as he finally finishes his booklet, standing up and stretching.

“Fuck you, I'm doing my best on three hours of sleep.”

“Hmm, should've gone to bed earlier. Besides, I only got four and I'm perfectly fine.” Despite his words, the next sound to leave his mouth is a poorly disguised yawn. “Anyway, I'm gonna raid your pantry as punishment for being so slow.”

Ughhh. “Good luck finding anything, I haven't gone grocery shopping recently.”

There's a long pause as Kokichi inspects the food situation for himself. He returns a minute later with a tupperware container. “How are you alive?”

“Meal prep and tons of leftovers.” He hauls himself up with a low groan, before walking over and taking the container from him. “Don't eat this; it's my lunch for tomorrow.”

Kokichi sticks his tongue out at him. “Whatever, I didn't want your gross... whatever that is.” He huffs, turning back into the kitchen to poke around.

Kaito sighs. “Want me to order a pizza?” That's a better option than him getting into the little food that remains.

He perks up, closing the barren freezer. “I supposeee,” he drawls, pretending to be disinterested.

“What toppings?” He pulls up a list of nearby pizza places, hoping one of them would deliver at almost 3:30am. Closes at 3am, closes at 2am, midnight... Damn.

“None pizza with left beef, obviously.”

“C’mon Kokichi, a serious answer please.”

“Fine, pineapple with anchovies.”

“Alright, no take backs,” he answers, still squinting at his phone to find a place.

Kokichi sighs after a minute of unsuccessful searching. “Gimme that, I know a place.” Before he can object, his phone is in his hands and the pizza is ordered, along with some mystery combo items.

Afterwards, the phone is returned to him unharmed, thankfully. “It’s gonna be 34 dollars, spaceman.”

He scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah yeah, lemme go find my wallet.” He shakes his head and makes the mistake of leaving Kokichi alone unattended downstairs.

By the time he digs his wallet out of his nightstand and takes a quick piss, the doorbell rings. He splashes some water on his face to help keep himself awake, hurrying down the stairs as Kokichi’s opening the door.

“Thank you very much! Sorry, no autographs, but you can get one from Kaito if you want.” He hurries past Kaito and away from the delivery girl, a pile of boxed food in his arms.

Kaito sighs as he pulls a 50 out of his wallet. “Need me to sign anything? And keep the change, it’s fuck o’clock in the morning, I know.” Once he’s signed in three separate places aside from the receipt, she finally leaves, letting him turn his attention back to Kokichi.

“Hey, what’s your Netflix password?” He immediately asks once the door’s closed. “I tried a bunch of stupid space references but it’s not working.”

“Like hell I’ll tell you that, use your own.” He plopped himself back down at the abandoned Legos, trying to regain focus.

“I don’t have oneeee,” he whines in response, dropping the controller down onto the floor as he flops onto his side. Kaito resists sighing again and picks it up, turning the console off, ignoring Kokichi’s continued mumbled whines.

They sit in silence for a few long moments before Kaito realizes that something’s off with the Legos. “Hey, where the hell’d all my small gray pieces go?”

He shoots Kokichi a look, and he receives a toothy smile in response. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll step on them at some point!”

He scowls - like hell he will. “Seriously, do you want us to build this or not? If we lose a shit ton of pieces right off the bat, that’s not happening.”

“I mean...” Kokichi sat up, observing his nails for a moment before turning to the pizza box next to him and opening it. “I’m pretty bored with it now. I’m trying to think of a better game to play, since Netflix and chill is out of the question.”

He coughs. “Shuddit. Fuck, you’re such a pain.” He shakes his head and starts to pick up the pieces, taking the complete piece and the almost finished one to the empty bookshelf he’s been meaning to fill in the corner of the room. Once he’s finished, Kokichi beckons him back over, shoving a paper plate with a slice on it into his hands. He eats it, only because he paid for it and he’s hungry from sleep deprivation.

It’s not too bad, honestly.

“Hmmm, I wanna take a selfie...” Kokichi thinks aloud, leaning his full body weight of literally nothing against Kaito as he pulls out his phone and opens the camera app.

“Seriously?! I’m trying to eat!”

“Just one, promise! Say pineapple!” The circular button takes their picture silently, unlike paparazzi cameras. He lets Kaito approve of it before returning to his previous position.

“Satisfied? Will you let me sleep and not make a mess if I go back to bed?” Kaito asks after the pizza and half the breadsticks are gone, yawning again.

“Only if you answer my question.”

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, sure. Shoot.”

“What do you think about fake dating? Specifically, me ‘n’ you?”

His question is answered by him coughing to avoid choking on his own spit.

[ambr0siusg]

that’s AMBROSIUS GAMAL walking down the street, the 36 year old, who looks like rami malek. here in apple peak, they are a shop-owner. some say he acts like merlin from the sword in the stone, since he can be ingenious, but also a little bit scatter-brained. — jen.

LOVE OF MY LIIIIIIIFE

exteriors

rami malek’s general demeanour à la ahkmenrah in night at the museum: the dark humour that he doesn’t know is dark and he also knows almost everything and speaks a lot of languages and can be super posh when he wants to be

he also dances wildly

will dance whenever there’s good music

and then ofc the freddie mercury voice with the “darlings” and the “look at me and ask if i care” kind of attitude to ppl who sass him

but ambrosius doesn’t let a lot of things faze him

he looks so wise, he’s got that thousand-mile gaze and thousand-watt smile and like how can you not love him

his family moved from egypt in the 70s, to APPLE PEAK actually, this is where his family lived for a few years before moving to new york for mr gamal’s new job !

he has a history with artie !!

his father is a hotel manager of one of the kim family’s hotels in manhattan

being about 10 years older than artie, when ambrosius was younger, he would babysit him and play with him sometimes, as the gamals lived in one of the suites of the hotel

however, after graduating high school, ambrosius practically disappeared as he went to study abroad

for university, he went overseas to Australia, seeking warmer climates (cue ambrosius wearing a lot of gaudy tourist shirts) and studied a bachelor of arts, and then his masters and a PhD in Humanities (man loves to study)

he owns a store: DR AFALLON’S (yes pronounced like ‘avalon’)

he plays ‘dr afallon’ while in the store

dresses like a dumbledore-ish wizard, though on halloween he likes to dress like dracula

its basically like ‘dr cerberus’ in the chilling adventures of sabrina: its a rare-book shop and has a little area for sitting down and eating/drinking, and then there’s a corner in the back for occult things

occult things are mainly to order, though he has tarot cards and stones and other artefacts on display. 

people can apply to work for him !! it’s quite a small store but it’s like a little family and very homey

he lives in a cottage in the woods! its in the outskirts of town, and he drives an old volkswagen beetle that’s a manual transmission and doesn’t rly go above 50mph 

he rly needs it to get fixed but he cant figure out mechanics that well, he just kinda talks to it and hopes that’ll be enough

what is technology ?? he LOVES it but it doesnt come naturally to him AT ALL

he misses his magic plates and objects bc they were his friends :(((

so he has names for all of his belongings

his house basically looks like the house in sword in the stone: books everywhere, knick-knacks and doodads everywhere

HE’S A HOARDER

he loves to remember everyone’s names

he also tutors sometimes and does the odd guest lecture on his specialisations (history, literatures, and architecture sometimes)

BELIEVES THAT EVERYONE SHOULD LEARN WHAT THEY WANT

“THE UNIVERSITY CURRICULUM IS TOO RESTRICTIVE”

likes to use his full name, but doesn’t mind it when people nickname him. he’ll always introduce himself as ambrosius tho hbgdkrjh

HE HAS ARCHIMEDES.

there’s just a very well-trained owl in the shop

no one asks questions about it

“oh ya thats archimedes” *annoyed hoot*

interiors

eccentric, shameless, just wants to have a good time tbh

gets tired a lot, considers himself an old man still

“there, you see?! i’m an ugly, horrible, grouchy old man!!”

he was super grouchy originally and he’s trying hard not to be grouchy now lmfao but dont annoy him or he’ll like threaten to CURSE you and you dont know if he’s joking or not

he has no magic ,but there’s the power of psychology

will not put up with anything that annoys him

REALLY A NICE GUY THO

HE REMEMBERS HIS PAST !!!! 

the ‘deal’ he made with whoever sent them all to this reality meant that he could remember his past and remember arthur and his court – as long as he didn’t interfere with mortal affairs

he’s doing his best to not do this

he’s like Gandalf: “I was BARELY involved” (aka he lowkey was)

he has a history with artie !!

his father is a hotel manager of one of the kim family’s hotels in manhattan

being about 10 years older than artie, when ambrosius was younger, he would babysit him and play with him sometimes, as the gamals lived in one of the suites of the hotel

however, after graduating high school, ambrosius practically disappeared as he went to study abroad

for university, he went overseas to Australia, seeking warmer climates (cue ambrosius wearing a lot of gaudy tourist shirts) and studied a bachelor of arts, and then his masters and a PhD in Humanities

MORE ABOUT REMEMBERING HIS PAST:

he feels like such an old man, he feels like he’s lived eternities and he remembers everything and sometimes it can get so overwhelming, which is why he always surrounds himself with as much new life as possible.

ambrosius loves the little trivial things, like board games and souvenirs and tiny musical instruments, because the little things make him happy and remind him why he’s still doing this

as powerful as he was, and as ancient as he is, he can get tired.

but he knows why he’s here: he must protect Arthur, he must protect his people, and the residents of apple peak have become his people too now.

he’s very much a neutral grey person – he’s not someone who believes in absolutes, he believes in the lessons of the past, the actions of the moment, and the possibilities of the future.

he remembers his ‘real’ past with a lot of love, but knows that they will probably never return. so he is super grateful for the history and life he’s had here -- and hopes that he can make the world a better place with the little he can do for it

languages he speaks: arabic (from his childhood here), cantonese, mandarin (learning), korean, japanese, french, spanish, ancient greek...the list goes on honestly...

[seventeen-scenarios-blog]

[SCENARIO] GardenFairy!Wonwoo

Just because I toooOoOoOtally don’t have 104398234 other works in progress......... :) I’m sorry this ended up way longer than I’d intended for it to be AHH the idea stemmed from a small talk between Hoshit and I, what the hell happened??

((((Also heavily featuring Mingyu because Meanie is life))))

wooed<3

okay so lets just say

Wonwoo’s a garden fairy that’s only five inches tall

With wings

He can shapeshift himself into a human-sized entity, but that kind of drains his powers a lot, so he tries his best to stay fairy-sized for as long as necessary

This tiny winged boi has been guarding this patch of grass at the back of a small single-story terrace house for the longest time. 

His calling is to care for the gardens of the one that lives in the house

But the house has been left uninhabited for almost a dozen years

Wonwoo’s just left to wander about the fields

Yunno, just to make sure they stay healthy and green

He can’t really leave too, since it’s basically the sole purpose of his existence

Eventually gets too lazy and/or tired to tend to the weeds that are overwhelming the plot

Potential tenants enter the house with the landlord, but most of the time they leave without any promise to return

He even gets disdainful glares from the women when they glance out at the untended garden

But it’s not his fault...

It gets really lonely sometime and he gets unmotivated to carry out his job especially since there’s no one there to help him

Anyway

He totally has a love-hate relationship with the stray cat that had taken a stubborn residence in his precious patch

It poops everywhere, claws at Wonwoo’s wings and incessantly meows whenever he’s trying to get some sleep

Wonwoo doesn’t like her at first, but when she had saved him from a hungry tree shrew,

God she’s the most precious tabby he’s laid his eyes on alskdja like she’s basically turns into the sweetest pumpkin pie when he starts rubbing on the spots behind her ears.

And whenever Wonwoo gets tired from using his wings or walking across great lengths, he simply rests on her warm ginger fur

He dubs her ‘Thy Noble Steed’

So one day

While Wonwoo’s snoozing on ‘Thy Noble Steed’’s furry pelt

He gets startled awake by a moving truck pulling up in the driveway

Wait omg, could it be?

And lo and behold, this young man steps out of the moving van, and wastes no time to start helping the movers to shift his furniture in

Tall, freakishly tall when you’re five inches, decked in a plain beige trenchcoat which he promptly removes to convenience him while he carries the heavy couch

Wonwoo recognizes him as the final-year university student that came to survey the house almost half a year ago

He’s moving in?????

Of course this sm0l fairy is bursting with excitement he’s been waiting for this moment for a whole decade

And he’s even more excited that out of all the potential tenants that could have moved into the house

It was him

Because he’s the only one who has ever showed any sympathy towards Wonwoo’s precious garden

When he came to survey his house all those months ago

Wonwoo had sought refuge under some overgrown bracket fungus when said newcomer came to inspect the patch of grass behind his could-be future home

It was then Wonwoo had heard his voice for the first time

Deep, slightly husky but also ringing with utmost fascination

When he crouches down to examine the gradually yellowing fronds and thinning stems of the plants left by the previous tenant

“You’ll make a good home for my vegetables,” he had said with a hint of a grin on his face. “If I ever move in here, I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”

Oh bless Wonwoo’s tiny heart

He’s been finding himself subconsciously praying to meet this Big Friendly Giant (rofl props to you if you get that reference, by the way) again

!!!!! AND HE’S HERE !!!!!

It takes a while but the new tenant finally managed to settle down in his new home

And a curious Wonwoo had to get a peek of his new companion

So he furiously bats his tiny pair of wings to pull him up to the window ledge

Phew, he hasn’t been getting this much strenuous exercise in a while (minus that one time he was outrunning the tree shrew)

He peers into the room to commence his spying

The first thing he sees is a steel stepladder and a long(??) figure perching on top of it with his hand outstretched towards the ceiling

With eyes blown wide Wonwoo watches as the boy:

Changes lightbulb after lightbulb in the house

Hooks up the wires to the big black thing with the big screen that shows tiny people when it’s turned on

And that tiny white thingamabob hanging on the wall that made annoying ringing sounds every now and then

Hey, no one said Wonwoo’s an electronics whiz 

But either way, wow he looks like a competent guy?!

Surely he would be able to help Wonwoo restore the precious garden to it’s former glory...

Right?

Wonwoo couldn’t get much sleep that night because he’s so so nervous

Partly because he’s finally found a purpose in his existence again

But also because he’s been out of this game for so long, he’s not sure if he’s able to do a good job

He spends the night trying to recall what basic vegetables like spinach looked like and almost cries because he couldn’t

so precious omg creys

He’s been wanting this for so long, he needs to make sure he doesn’t fail the new tenant

And if the straw sunhat and flowery ahjumma pants the BFG sports when he walks into the backyard is anything to go by,

he means business

Oh my god, Ahjumma pants... are those still trending?

Wonwoo gets overly distracted by his flashy entrance he almost forgot to hide

Thank goodness for ‘Thy Noble Steed’’s timely intervention that provided ample distraction and time for Wonwoo to duck behind an abandoned flowerpot

Once again, Wonwoo comes face to face with him, and hears his voice again for the first time in months.

“Hello, it’s me, Mingyu again.” Mingyu, so that’s his name.

“I promised that I’ll take care of you, didn’t I? Now let us make good on that promise.”

AWWWW YIIIIIISS

He stands up with a determined glint in his eyes, and Wonwoo’s almost about to squeal with joy

But then Mingyu pauses, then proceeds to pat himself down

“Oh god, I left the gardening supplies back in the house.”

And everything goes downhill from hereon.

Wonwoo’s face quickly morphs from admiration to utter horror when Mingyu re-emerges from the house

Arm full of gardening supplies

And promptly trips over the curb and spills evERYTHING IN HIS HANDS

You know they say how the bigger you are, the harder you fall?

Wonwoo swears he could hear every bone in Mingyu’s body pop

Then he sits down by the grass

“Oh, these look pretty, I’ll keep these ones growing,” he declares as he REMOVES THE SEEDLINGS AND STARTS CULTIVATING THE WEEDS

WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL??

ALL OF WONWOO’S HARD WORK

DESTROYED IN THE HANDS OF THE GIANT IN A SINGLE MORNING

HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO TINY GARDEN FAIRY WONWOO

NO NO NO THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING, MAYBE HE’S JUST TIRED FROM THE MOVE HE’LL GET HIS HEAD ON STRAIGHT SOONER OR LATER

but no

Wonwoo’s image of this Big Friendly Giant is promptly shattered within the next two days

He does know his way around the lawnmower, thank goodness. Wonwoo doesn’t want to get his wings sliced off any time soon, thanks

But ???? if he thinks vegetables and fruits are magically going to sprout overnight just by scattering assorted seeds haphazardly across the barely tilled soil and then DROWNING them in 10 galleons of water, Wonwoo’s got news for him

IT. DOESN’T. WORK. LIKE. THAT.

*insert sm0l wonwoo making frustrated gestures and hissing indiscernable curses under his breath from behind his tiny toadstool*

When Mingyu finally retires for the night and heads back to sleep

Wonwoo springs into action, rearraging the seeds to make sure they have ample space to germinate, sorting them by types (he only has carrots, pepper and spinach), and adding grit to drain out the moisture Mingyu had given them a generous dosage of

Even manages to convince ‘Thy Noble Steed’ to help dig and loosen the soil

Ends up toiling the night away bc there’s no way in hell he’s going to let his first gig in a decade go down the drain like that

Eventually gets impatient and shapeshifts into his human form so that he can be more productive

Famous First Words™ by Wonwoo 

Honey, it’s because you’re living with Kim Mingyu now

A super drained and exhausted, tiny-again Wonwoo collapses onto his cat’s fur by daybreak

But if he thinks things will get any better after this

He thinks wrong

Sometimes Mingyu gets forgetful and goes out for basically the whole day, leaving the garden unattended

Which is definitely unideal when growing something as delicate as spinach

So Wonwoo has to step in and water the plants himself

And when Mingyu does come to the garden... he ends up fussing over the perfect placements for the garden gnomes he had bought online rather than doing actual gardening

“Wow, the carrots are really growing well.” *points to spinach* 

“I must be really good at this gardening thingamajig.” 

No, Mingyu, god no...

#SaveGardenFairyJeonWonwoo’sSanity2K17

No thanks to Mingyu, the vegetables began to grow and flourish

Mingyu comes out looking for the perfect ingredients to make his signature dishes

As bad as a gardener Mingyu turned out to be, he’s actually a hella good cook, as Wonwoo could tell from the number of guests he invites over and the absurd amounts of time he spends in the kitchen whipping up meals

But this time this giant man wanted to use his homegrown ingredients (for, yunno, the sincerity of it all i guess?) So this tree of a man emerges from his house armed with an empty basket (and a sun visor, mind you)

As usual, Wonwoo seeks refuge behind his trusty toadstool

Yeah, steal all my blood, sweat and hard work I’ve put into cultivating these you ass thanks for nothing

“Oh, the carrots are finally ripe? I’ll take these.”

He says while pointing to the spinach AGAIN

And Wonwoo finally snaps

“THOSE ARE SPINACH YOU DUMB TREE. CARROTS DON’T EVEN RIPEN.”

Mingyu looks up, stunned

“Is this the voice of god?”

“I’M DOWN HERE, DINGBAT.”

Mingyu just blinks down at this five inch tall child with wings yelling at a six foot giant

“What are you supposed to be? Some kind of gremlin?”

“I’M A GARDEN FAIRY, THE GUARDIAN OF THE--”

Wonwoo doesn’t get to finish his sentence because Mingyu already has the tiny boy scooped up in his hands, and boom, he comes face-to-face with an overgrown puppy

“OHMYGOSHAREN’TYOUTHECUTESTLITTLETHINGEVERYALSKJFLAKJFYOU’RESOTINYANDPRECIOUSYOUNEEDTOBEPROTECTEDATALLCOSTSDOYOUWANTFOODIHAVEFOODANDWATERANDAWARMBEDFORYOUYOUTINYLITTLETHING.”

“Call me tiny one more time and I’ll stuff that carrot up your ass.”

“Yes, sir.”

So that marks the legendary meeting between Wonwoo and Mingyu

And thankfully things take the turn for the better.

With Wonwoo’s guidance, Mingyu manages to hone and refine his gardening skills (and is finally able to tell a spinach from a carrot)

“Why were you so bad at this again?”

“They made it look so easy when I was playing Gardening Mama on my DS as a kid...”

Slowly but surely, Mingyu becomes the capable tenant Wonwoo’s always longed for his garden

At times, he would let Wonwoo sit on his shoulder/in his pocket as he works. Wonwoo secretly really enjoys watching Mingyu cook.

Sometimes Mingyu forgets that he has a tiny living being perched on his right shoulder and he’d fkin SNEEZE there, sending the poor boy flying off drenched in snot

#SaveGardenFairyJeonWonwoo’sSanity2K17Part2

Mingyu persuades Wonwoo to abandon his shelter behind the toadstool and come live with him in his house, where he’s hand-knitted a large, woolen sock for the fairy to sleep in 

Even sews a tiny doll named Bongie to accompany Wonwoo in case he gets lonely

naw

Mingyu even adopts ‘Thy Noble Steed’ into his home and promptly starts and argument with Wonwoo because he wants to rename her Fluffy McMuffins the First

Fluffy McMuffins ‘Thy Noble Steed’ the First is a TOTAL sweetheart to Wonwoo by the way, but hisses at Mingyu all the damn time.

But they still make a happy-ish family

One day the two wake up to discover that their yard’s been overrun by gophers, and all of their crops have been either damaged or eaten

“Can’t you sprinkle some fairy dust to make them go away,” cries Mingyu

“I don’t know, Mingyu, can’t you stop your whining for once?”

So to help Mingyu deal with the pest issue, Wonwoo slides off his shoulder and in a bang of light he morphs into his human form

And Mingyu’s jaw hits the ground

“YOU’RE A DUDE?!”

At this point Wonwoo doesn’t even try to entertain his companion anymore

Wonwoo ends up passing out from exhaustion from holding up his human form for too long and spending the day chasing rodents

Wakes up tucked in his sock-bed with a tiny towel across his forehead

“Ey, nobody told you to show off your fancy fairy powers like that, now look what you did to yourself,” Mingyu nags

Mingyu ends up nursing the fairy back to health.

But omg imagine Mingyu purchasing those mini Japanese cooking sets so that he can cook fairy-sized dishes for Wonwoo vvvvv

im literally so soft rn ^^^^^

“You realise that I can always just take small chunks of your own food?”

“Shut up and let me care for you.”

This goes on for a while, and the both of them establish a peaceful coexistence.

Wonwoo makes sure the garden is in healthy and optimal condition

While Mingyu takes care of him (and by extension, Fluffy McMuffins ‘Thy Noble Steed’ the First), and makes sure he doesn’t overwork himself

This goes on for a while, and Wonwoo’s finally happy and fulfilled

Until the first morning of Autumn rolls around...

“KIM MINGYU, THIS ISN’T HOW YOU SOW PUMPKIN SEEDS?!?!??!”

And here they go again

[guksuu]

a giant post about tag games that im gonna finish right now [pt. 1]

skjfhsdkf i’ve been tagged for games and i’ve been neglecting to do them so here’s a giant post with all of them! not gonna tag anyone cause there are so many BUT feel free to do them :’) im warning u, this is gonna be super long!

kpop q’s!

tysm to @yugy for tagging me!!

1. who was your first female bias?

iu

2. who was your first male bias?

cheondung from mblaq!

3. who are your current biases? other than the above:

no biases..im an OT stan (lmao am i the only OT stan for all groups?)

4. in the entire kpop indrustry, who is the closest to your ideal type?

jkshdfksd hmmmm...i dont really have an ideal type..

5. have you ever attended any kpop concert/fan meet/fan sign?

yes!

6. if yes, which group/artist? how was your experience?

my first concert (which is the only concert i’ve been to so far), was club eskimo (dean, offonoff, miso, saay). it was amazing! the performances were a1 n meeting them was so cool. i also saw monsta x! it was such a great night n the boys were so sweet!

7. which group(s) would you like to see live?

got7, seventeen, block b, b.a.p, day6, nu’est, winner...a lot of groups lmao

8. how did you get into kpop?

my brother actually showed me suju’s sorry sorry like in 2009 n i got really interested, so i started looking around n finding more groups.

9. who are your otps?

i haven’t really gotten into otps yet, but some i do know are: yugbam, verkwan, jinyoon, sope

10. when did you start shipping?

jkshfksd im still figuring out ships

11. what was your favorite fanfic genre?

anything thats fluff n angst dkhkdfg

12. what is your favorite music genre?

i listen to a lot of genres 

top 10 bias tag

thank u tracy, @eggciao, for tagging me!!

sdfkhsdf im ot so this is gonna be hard but o well (i already did this but imma do it again lmao)

1. junhui (svt)

2. yongguk (b.a.p)

3. chunjin (myteen)

4. ten (nct)

5. johnny (nct)

6. yoochan (a.c.e)

7. dowoon (day6)

8. hyungwon (monsta x)

9. dongho (nu’est)

10. jisung (wanna one)

song tag

thank u @otteryj n @kawaiikpopofsatan n @calemiel for the tag :-)

rules: put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs and tag 10 people!

1.  짜장면 - myteen

2. cant see the end - seventeen

3. cry - mblaq

4. stop it - b.a.p

5. moon, 12:04am - offonoff

6. 다시 앞으로 (ft. sumin) - loco

7. 밀착 - taek

8. hey - got7 

9. rollercoaster - monsta x

10. good bye bye  - nu’est

five things tag

thank u to the lovely @smilingvernon n @whaaattheflower for tagging me!

rules: write the five things in the situation, and then tag 15 people~

five things you’ll find in my bag:

headphones

tons of pens

gum

color pencils 

tons of random papers that I need to throw out

five things you’ll find in my bedroom:

vinyls

art supplies scattered everywhere

all of my ceramic and sculpture works

lots of club supplies

binders that are super old, which I need to get rid of

five things I’ve always wanted to do:

travel

learn a new language

go to a festival

sell art

volunteer in a different country

five things that make me feel happy:

dogs

my family n friends

food (so cliche but honestly..)

my lovely mutuals

my favorites loving themselves

five things I’m currently into:

skin care

old school rnb/hip hop/soul/rap

asmr 

crime shows

plants

five things on my to-do list:

possibly dye my hair bc senior portraits are coming up 

explore n go outside

buy more vinyls even though im broke shfksdsdf

stop being a pushover ://///

fix my sleeping schedule before school starts but we all know it’s not going to happen

get to know me tag

thank u to @cngkyns n @urmomstax n @sleepyw0ns n @nyaaaaaw for tagging me! 

rules: you must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

the last: 1. drink: boba 2. phone call: my mom 3. text message: “50% sweet and light ice” (i was texting my sister my drink order lmao)  4. the song you listened to: diamond 4 ya - b.a.p 5. the time you cried: ahh i don’t remember

have you: 6. dated someone twice: no 7. kissed someone and regretted it: no 8. been cheated on: no 9. lost someone special: yes 10. been depressed: yes 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: no

list three favorite colors: 12-14: black, yellow, green (that muted green color though lmao)

in the last year have you: 15. made new friends: yes 16. fallen out of love: yes 17. laughed until you cried: yes 18. found out someone was talking about you: yes 19. met someone who changed you: yes 20. found out who your friends are: yes 21. kissed someone on your facebook list: no

general: 22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: a majority of them 23. do you have any pets: used to have fishes, turtles, and birds 24. do you want to change your name: not anymore 25. what did you do for your last birthday: went out to go eat with the family  26. what time did you wake up: 11am 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: watching one fine day 28. name something you can’t wait for: la trip in october

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: yesterday night 30. what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: im tired of being a pushover :///

31. what are you listening right now: yoongi’s mixtape 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: yes?  33. something that is getting on your nerves: people who love calling others rude names over minor mistakes, ANYONE THAT SEXUALIZES MINORS, passive aggressive people. i have more but that would be a long list.     34. most visited website: tumblr

lost questions aka random info about me 35. mole(s): one on my thigh (if i remember correctly) 36. mark(s): on my elbow from falling, one between my brows when i slipped on the stairs n fell during tag 37. childhood dream: i had so many like being a dentist, firefighter, cop, etc. 38. hair color: dark brown 39. long or short hair: i like both!

40. do you have a crush on someone: nope 41. what do you like about yourself: my ceramic and sculpture skills!  42. piercings: nope 43. bloodtype: i dunno 44. nickname: lili (that’s what my cousins calls me)

45. relationship status: single

46. zodiac: aries 47. pronouns: she/her 48. favorite TV Show: all the old nick, cartoon network, and disney shows, law & order svu, ridiculousness, wild n out, mr. robot, etc. 49. tattoos: nope 50. right or left hand: right 51. surgery: yes but when i was younger  52. hair dyed in different color: i have done like an ombre before 53. sports: i like basketball, swimming, and baseball 55. vacation: i wanna go back to hawai’i, visit korea, thailand, philippines, etc. 56. pair of trainers: 2

more general: 57. eating: lots of viet and chinese 58. drinking: water, and boba 59. i’m about to: watch some shows, make gfx n gifs 61. waiting for: the day i graduate highschool 62. want: lots of food n rest 63. get married: yes, but maybe after i get settled a bit w my career 64. career: sculptures&ceramics/graphic designer, or psychology/criminal justice

which is better?: 65. hugs or kisses: hugs

66. lips or eyes: eyes!

67. shorter or taller: either

68. older or younger: either, but not by a lot

70. nice arms or stomach: either lmao

71. sensitive or loud: both!

72. hookups or relationships: relationships

73. troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

have you ever: 74. kissed a stranger: no 75. drank hard liquor: yes 76. lost glasses/contact lenses: yes  77. turned someone down: yes 78. sex on the first date: no 79. broken someone’s heart: yes 80. had your heart broken: yes 81. been arrested: no 82. cried when someone died: yes 83. fallen for a friend: no

do you believe in: 84. yourself: not really :/ 85. miracles: yes, but where are they in my life lmao 86. love at first sight: depends 87. santa Claus: no 88. kiss on the first date: no 89. angels: yes

other: 90. current best friends name: hannah, jane, kim, christina, and jhkdfs all of my network pals :-)) 91. eyecolor: dark brown 92. favorite movie: any studio ghibli film i’ve seen, kill bill 1 & 2, forrest gump, wonder woman, beetle juice, boyz n the hood, etc.

question tag

tagged by @wooziology!!! tysm :-))

1. ARE YOU NAMED AFTER SOMEONE?

nope

2. WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

i don’t remember

3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?

i like it. it’s super small.

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?

beef or chicken

5. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?

yes?

6. DO YOU USE SARCASM?

yes

7. DO YOU HAVE YOUR TONSILS?

yes

8. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?

no thank u

9. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF CEREAL?

cookie crunch, cinnamon toast, or regular cheerios

10. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE OFF YOUR SHOES?

yes

11. DO YOU THINK YOU’RE A STRONG PERSON?

no

12. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?

coffee

13. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

their personalities

14. RED OR PINK?

both!

15. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE PHYSICAL THING YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF?

my forhead lmao

16. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING NOW?

black jeans n black/white vans

17. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?

pizza n pasta

18. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?

OYEAH by olnl (he’s a really nice rapper, check him out!!)

19. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?

grey

20. FAVORITE SMELL?

mint

21. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU SPOKE TO ON THE PHONE?

my mom 

22. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH?

basketball 

23. HAIR COLOR?

dark brown

24. EYE COLOR?

dark brown

25. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?

no

26. FAVORITE FOOD TO EAT?

noodles, especially noodle soups

27. SCARY MOVIE OR COMEDY?

both!

28. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?

the belko experiment (one of the most wild films i have watched)

29. WHAT COLOR OF SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?

tan wih orange stripes

30. SUMMER OR WINTER

winter forever

31. HUGS OR KISSES

hugs!

32.WHAT BOOK ARE YOU CURRENTLY READING?

none but i wanna read the divine comedy, the lathe of heaven, and demian

33. WHO DO YOU MISS RIGHT NOW?

my brother n cousins n parents

34. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? 

i dont have a mouse pad

35. WHAT IS THE LAST PROGRAM YOU WATCHED?

seventeen’s one fine day

36. WHAT IS THE BEST SOUND?

the rain or waves. they’re honestly so soothing

37. ROLLING STONES OR THE BEATLES?

im more familiar with the beatles, so beatles

38. WHAT IS THE FURTHEST YOU HAVE EVER TRAVELED?

hawai’i

39. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?

do my ceramic n sculpture skills count or?

40. WHERE WERE YOU BORN

california!

30 questions tag!

tagged by the cuties, @lastnamesuh n @eatnamjin n @princesssjoy n max. thank you so much!

nickname: hmmm...my monbebe pals often call me baeiley...i think someone also has me as baeleaf too lmao. other nicknames beside that are lili, which is what my cousins call me.

gender: female

star sign: aries

height: 5′3

time: 6:20pm

birthday: april 1st

favorite bands: nu’est, b.a.p., got7, seventeen, monsta x, myteen, a.c.e, winner, nct (lmao all of three),  block b, btob, day6, theboyz, victon, vixx...n a lot of other groups. 

favorite solo artist(s): im such a big khh/krnb fan so brave, saero, crucial star, samuel seo, jeebanoff, dean, dpr, punchnello, bewhy, crush, g.nine, loco, bloo, dumbfoundead, olnl, sik k, n a lot more. others are taek, paul kim, iu, jung jin woo, ra.D, grizzly, moonmoon, sam kim, miso, suran, etc. for american music, its sza, kehlani, sob rbe, childish gambino, made in tyo, amine, isaiah rashad, kendrick lamar, etc.

song stuck in my head: overcome - nu’est & crush - yuna 

last movie i watched: hmmmm...men in black. its one of my favorites!

last show i watched: law & order svu

when did i create my blog: i created this blog...like 2014? this blog was originally my personal but i moved it so it can be my primary. i would say i changed into a kmusic blog this year in january!

what do i post: lmao im multifandom so a lot of groups, also some aes n social stuff.

last thing i googled: the word “blithely” for my english class

do u have other blogs: i have my personal which is @medasins n another blog but i aint gonna tell u the other one bc that one is still being edited. i also run monbebe net as an admin with four of my other mutuals. 

do u get asks: super rare lmao. i dont mind people sending asks though!

why did u choose this blog name: i wanted a general username n i just love noodles so much jksgfddfhggj

following: tons of talented/adorable mutuals that i love so much! also others that make a lot of beautiful content! 

followers: 517 

favorite colors: literally the color scheme i have for my blog rn (black, mustard/golden yellow, n this blueish-grey). i also rlly like grey, or any other muted tones. 

average hours of sleep: during school...3-7 hours. during the summer/weekends...8-10 hours.

lucky number: i do not have a lucky number but 0? 

instruments: i played brass/lower brass instruments (trumpet, cornet, baritone, n french horn) from like 5th-8th grade. right now i play/am learning a bit of ukulele!

what am i wearing: black running shorts n a grey tee

how many blankets i sleep with: one but two for winter

dream job: i dunno...still figuring it out

dream trip: traveling!

favorite food: 

favorite food: literally noodles, any noodles. i also love homemade viet n chinese food. O INDIAN N THAI TOO.

nationality: chinese!

favorite song now: ummm...lately i by saero, but also 짜장면 by myteen