#but not in a ‘and my super close platonic friend and i beat up bad guys’

[tequiilasunriise]

Suki, after digging through Kyoshi Island fer smth and in the process discovering never before seen hidden texts written by an air nomad named Jinpa detailing Avatar Kyoshi’s life, including her very public and loving relationship with Fire Nation lieutenant Rangi of the extinct Sei’naka clan: oh. Ohhhhhh. O h sHIT-

I’m just saying, if Zuko can have the Fire Nation be more tolerant towards queer folk then I have no doubts he would defo re-establish the Sei’naka name in Fire Nation history books, including Hei-Ran’s and Rangi’s legacies, their history with the Earth Avatar, and how Kyoshi trailblazed more acceptance towards queer folk with her beloved firebender by her side :DDD

You know, I really wonder what happened with the Sei'naka clan post-Kyoshi's era. They probably either went extinct (in a manner of speaking) in the Fire Lords' efforts to fully unify the Fire Islands by taking power from the clans, or its descendants became simple nobility or ministers during the Hundred Year War I guess.

That being said, what I'm sure is that Rangi and Hei-Ran, regardless of their historic existence to the Fire Nation (headmaster of the Royal Academy, high ranking soldiers with direct relationship to the Fire Lords) were probably erased from history during Sozin's era and after it (or at least he attempted to do so). Sozin was homophobic and banned same-sex relationships and persecuted people in the trans spectrum as well in his era, and it lasted until the end of the Hundred Year War when it was said that the Fire Nation became tolerant again (thanks, Zuko). And Fire Nation also spreaded hate towards the Avatar. So, Rangi, openly a lesbian whose lover was—of all people—a fucking Avatar from the Earth Kingdom? Yeah, I just know they tried to erase her from history. Hei-Ran too, since—again—they spreaded propaganda against the Avatar and Hei-Ran was one of the famous companions of one just like her daughter.

Post-war, that probably changed.

[ohdeerfully]

Hello! Just gonna take a second and say I freaking LOVE your writing! I myself am a die-hard simp for Alastor…but enough about that! (Apologies for the long request)

Could you write one were the (fem) reader is besties with Angel dust,they share a close enough bond to cuddle with each other. Y’know since they’re like best friends and whatever they just find it entertaining. Soon enough, Alastor catches on with this consistent occurrence. Since he has a huge crush on the reader, he begins to grow jealous of the interaction. One night he knocks on her room door, at first he (tries and fails) to hide his feelings and weirdly feels the crave for affection. Which is very unlikely of him considering he’s not of fan of physical contact.

But the reader, being the smart little bastard that she is, sees right through his actions and grows suspicious. He admits his crave for affection, surprisingly very slyly.

The reader has no problem whatsoever with giving affection. So, he and the reader happily cuddle and she pets the fluffy deer ears on his head. She also catches his little deer tail wagging like crazy and she giggles at that. Leaving Al flushed and embarrassed. She gives him a little kiss and they stay like that the rest of the night :). This is just straight fluff and jealous Al.

hello alastor nation.... sorry for going super MIA for one million days,, ive honestly not been super interested in hazbin lately and just been busy in general but!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i cranked this bad boy out (as in i struggled to write it for like a month so sorry if its super janky) cuz i miss writing and i miss our boy. i didnt follow your request perfectly towards the end but i hope u enjoy it anyway!!! very fluffy very ooc but who cares. also not proofread so if u notice anything glaringly bad keep it a secret

By The Moonlight

Alastor x Reader (fluff) TW: alastor is ooc sorry.. it comes with the fluff. hes also lowkey toxic momentarily but whats new

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Angel Dust was one of the first demons that you met after falling into Hell over a year ago—and, despite his generally off putting and sarcastic personality he was the first demon that was actually kind to you. So, obviously, you found yourself practically glued to his hip on the day-to-day. While at first he seemed annoyed by your constant presence, the bond slowly became mutual as he found himself trusting you and opening up his tightly guarded true self.

Life at the Hazbin Hotel wasn’t much different except for one considerably problematic detail: the Radio Demon. While the relationship you had with Angel Dust was very affectionate, it had always remained platonic, but with Alastor…

Who in their right mind would fall in love with that demon?

You asked yourself this constantly, often beating yourself up for it when you felt heat against your cheeks in his presence or when your eyes trailed along the curves of his ears as they moved. This is so embarrassing.

It helped a bit that he seemed to avoid you in particular, often coming up with excuses to end a conversation and leave the room whenever he saw you come in. Or… was he doing that because he knew you had feelings for him and was just avoiding you at all costs?

Lounged comfortably on a lobby couch, cuddled next to Angel, you tried not to think too hard about it, especially now during one of Charlie Morningstar’s regularly scheduled Guest Bonding Experiences where… Everyone was present. While Alastor never agreed to join any actual scenario, he seemed to enjoy watching Charlie try (and often fail) to gentle parent a crowd of sinners, to which his motives were unknown but still questionable. You knew how dangerous the Overlord was but couldn’t help but stare a little too long at him as he joined the room.

It scared the shit out of you when his piercing red eyes seemed to snap to meet your gaze, followed by a nearly unnoticeable tightening of his grin. You quickly looked away, trying to play it off by looking at everybody else as well. Angel’s arm, which was thrown around your shoulder, nudged lightly.

“You okay? Ya leg is jumpin’ like a jackhammer down there.”

You composed yourself and reassured him that everything was fine.

Today Charlie was encouraging different pairs of demons to share what they like about eachother and admit something they should work on within themselves. Like clockwork, the activities went by awkwardly and eventually derailed way off Charlie’s original plan. She was always able to quickly adapt, but even she could hardly settle the group of rowdy and crude demons when things got out of hand.  

Vaggie didn’t take long to get fed up and quieted the noise with a few shouts. Charlie placed a grateful touch against her arm before clearing her throat.

“Okayyy… back on track. Uh,” Her eyes glanced around before finally landing on you. She beckoned you up. Your mouth opened to reject, to complain, to do anything to get yourself out, but a sharp glare from Vaggie shut you up before you could even form words. You heard Angel snicker as you grimaced before peeling yourself off the couch and standing in the center of the room.

“Alastor!” The name made your stomach drop. “I know you don’t usually like to play along, but h–” She was hushed by a simple raise of his hand.

“My dear,” He said with a light, almost mocking chuckle. The static in his voice tickled goosebumps up your arms. “If you know I don’t join these frivolous games, why would you ask? Besides… I don’t think I could if I wanted to.”

The way his eyes glanced up and down with what you could only read as contempt or disgust made you feel sick, but somehow angry at the same time.

“Fuck is your problem, man?” You didn’t even expect yourself to speak, words tumbling from your lips before you could properly think about who you were talking to. “You think you’re better than me or something?”

A pretty rhetorical question, considering his status as an Overlord, but you couldn’t stop yourself in the heat of the moment. Maybe it was embarrassment, or hurt feelings, or a bit of both or something else entirely, but you wanted to hit him so bad right now.

There was a hush in the room, save for the growing aggression in the buzz of Alastor’s radio frequency. By the way his eyes darkened with malice, you could only assume the plethora of ways he was imagining killing you right now.

“You’re lucky I am better than you,” He said in a dangerously quiet tone, leaning his height over yours. You clenched your fists and stared back in his eyes, though your knees felt a little weak. “If you weren’t such a waste of my time you’d be dead where you stand.”

If your tongue didn’t feel like a hunk of steel you would’ve commented on how you’ve seen him actually take some delight in killing similar “low-lifes” like you. He held his position for a moment, towering over you. When he seemed satisfied with his intimidation he straightened himself back to his usual posture and tidied his bowtie. His eyes glanced towards Angel Dust, held for a moment, before he turned away and left the room.

It was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. As your adrenaline faded, you shakily returned to your spot on the couch next to Angel before your knees had a chance to give out. You felt two of his arms hug around you, but you couldn’t muster energy to return the gesture, every limb feeling useless.

“Man, you’re lucky, really had me worried there,” He tried to lighten the mood with a laugh. “The fuck he look at me for, though? I’da thought he was gonna come after me next with that look of his.”

“Hey…” You looked up at Charlie, who was tentatively hovering next to the couch. “I… even for Alastor… I didn’t expect him to react like that. He usually just says ‘no’ when I ask.” You closed your eyes and took a steadying breath.

“He’s unpredictable. A surprise from him is really no surprise at all if you think about it.”

Charlie’s eyebrows upturned as she looked over you, worried at your shaky state.

“You should go get some sleep, we can… just stop here. I think everyone’s tired anyway.” She waved her hand to dismiss the other demons, hoping to get you more privacy considering everyone was just ogling at you. Angel gave you a tight hug before sauntering off, not so sneakily following after Husk.

Your stomach was churning and your throat felt dry, but it wasn’t even a guess as to why. You pissed off and basically challenged Alastor and somehow got away alive. You honestly started to feel proud of yourself for that fact.

After the others left, Charlie offered to help you to your room but you merely laughed and assured her it was no big deal. You just needed a moment. You waited for a while in the dark, empty lobby, your only company the slow tick of a large grandfather clock against the far wall.

Soon an overwhelming feeling of paranoia set in and you started to feel jittery and uncomfortable. You could swear to yourself that something was watching you, but when you carefully looked around you couldn’t see anything. You hastily stood up and left for your room.

You sighed aggressively as the door shut behind you, resting the back of your head against it. Man, you felt so stupid. You never had any chance with Alastor anyway, but you still cursed yourself for acting like such a fool towards him. Just as you lifted yourself from the despairing slouched position against the wooden door, a quick but gentle knock sounded from the other side.

Assuming it was Charlie making another “are you sure you’re okay” round, you fixed your face with a smile and opened the door. As soon as it opened just a crack, your senses were flooded with the buzzing hum of an uncomfortably familiar radio noise.

Ah. Shit.

The smile was frozen temporarily on your shocked face but then slowly dropped as instead of the sweet expression of Charlie you were expecting, you instead trailed your eyes up to meet the cold, red gaze of Alastor.

Okay. Yeah. He was just here to kill you now since nobody—notably Charlie—was here to see. Makes sense!

You tried your best to stand still and unbothered as a few seconds of silence ticked by, though you weren’t sure how well you’d be able to keep it up a second time, especially now that you were... Alone. In the dark. With Alastor. Your head was already starting to hurt from the overpowering sound of radio frequency. Somehow still, you mustered the courage to speak.

“Aren’t you supposed to say hello?” You weren’t exactly sure why you said anything remotely aggressive, though maybe you were already resigned to accepting your fate at the hands of the Overlord in front of you. 

It seemed to trigger him to life again, as his eyebrows raised along with his smile. “Oh! My apologies, where have my manners gone! Hello!” You couldn’t really tell if the grin that stretched across his face held more hatred than usual.

Your arms were folded as you waited for him to continue, lips slightly pursed in worry at his presence.

Surprisingly enough, Alastor seemed to be unsure of what to say next. His mouth was slightly agape, almost like the words were caught in his throat and he was having trouble deciding what to say next. Which was odd for him, considering how he always seemed so thought out and sure of himself.

“You know, you shouldn’t be so physical with that spider friend of ours,” He finally said, which seemed incredibly forward, even by his standards. Your eyebrow quirked up in response, a frown forming at the way he so distastefully spat out his reference to Angel Dust.

“And why’s that?” “A dame like yourself… so… physical with that walking sex disaster. It’s unbecoming.”

“And… why are you telling me this? Why do you think I care what some old-fashioned radio host has to say about how I run my friendships?” You placed your hand on the door frame, ready to shut it in his face—but there was something odd about his expression that intrigued you just enough to keep it open. 

Alastor took a step forward, sensing your intention to shut the door. You took a matching step backwards. Your heart was beating at a pace you didn’t know it was capable of, reaching a rush of adrenaline that you assumed was at the face of your (final) death.

“I can’t say why I’m telling you this. I can’t say why I even care what some weak creature like you is doing. But I do know that I want you to listen to me and I will tear that spider apart if it means you do.” Every few words brought him a step towards you, and, just as before, you met with the same amount of steps backwards. You felt the back of your foot touch a foot of your bed.

“So you’re jealous?”

An almost comical record-scratch-esque noise sounded from—you assume—his radio staff as his body stiffened and eyes narrowed. The ambience of radio static was momentarily gone. You yourself froze, unsure exactly what made you so bold all of a sudden. It seems the face of death is one hell of a drug.

“What? How… how dare you even suggest such a ridiculous idea,” Although the intent of his words were hostile, he seemed… flustered? His face was turned away slightly and you could see the corners of his smile trembling a little bit. Would you dare admitting to yourself it was oddly cute?

“Listen, man, I’m just calling it how I see it. You come to my room in the dead of night complaining about me snugglin’ with Angel Dust. Just as you said… why would you care? Unless, of course…” You trailed, leaving the very obvious end to your sentence open for interpretation. 

Stiffly collapsing into a seated position on the corner of your bed made you realize how wobbly your knees had gotten as you were sure Alastor had been planning to kill you. You still weren’t positive you were in the clear, but your chances seemed a little brighter.

Alastor seemed to be battling some internal monologue because he still stood with his head turned from you. He was growing increasingly agitated, with the sound of his radio static returning and somehow getting sharper and louder. You wanted to try to pull him back into the conversation before he dipped out and never spoke to you again. 

“You know, I’ve never really felt any real love for the people around me. Even when I was alive. I love Angel Dust, yeah, but… nothing beyond the friendship we have. But then I got to the hotel and–”

“Why are you telling me this? I don’t care. I’m not a therapist.”

“For a guy that cares so much about manners you sure love to interrupt,” You spoke in a teasing tone, though Alastor didn’t seem to appreciate the words anyway. “Plus, I mean… You’re still here. Listening.”

He pondered for a moment. You honestly were surprised he didn’t just teleport the fuck out of there the second you started talking about your feelings.

“I don’t know why I care about you.” He admitted, and you didn’t fail to notice the lack of his usual radio-filtered voice. As awkward as the words seemed falling from his lips, his piercing eye contact with you never wavered as if he was just trying to intimidate you into nonexistence so he didn’t have to deal with this.

When you patted the spot on the bed next to you, you didn’t actually expect him to accept the offer. What you expected even less was for him to sit just close enough for your shoulders to touch. He was stiff and likely uncomfortable, and… so were you. You really had no clue how you even got here.

Seconds felt like hours as you sat in silence, the barely noticeable prickling of static against your skin being the only thing keeping you present. Otherwise you worried you might pass out from how long your heart had been nearly beating out of your chest.

“What were you saying earlier?” His voice suddenly broke the silence, making you jump slightly. You looked at him, but he was busy looking out a window.

“What do you mean?” “I mean earlier when I, very rudely, I apologize, interrupted you. What were you saying… about when you finally got to the hotel?”

His voice had such a sweet sound to it when it wasn’t distorted like it went through a radio channel. You allowed your eyes to trace the silhouette of his face for just a moment, lit ever so slightly by the red of the moon being filtered in by the window. You didn’t dare let your gaze linger for too long just in case he turned back towards you.

“Ah, I thought you weren’t my therapist,” You joked lightly. He side-eyed you, eyebrows scrunching.

“Don’t push your luck here.”

You laughed breathlessly, struggling to find air to even speak. You were still so incredibly nervous sitting so close to him and speaking so intimate with him.

“Yeah, uh… When I got to the hotel I think I finally found someone I felt love for. Something beyond just friendship. And it’s a weird feeling.”

Your knees were almost touching his. You could’ve sworn you weren’t this close to him before.

“I don’t think you should say who that demon is.”

“I know.”

Silence passed between you two again, and he still remained fixated on staring out the window. Finally, after a few moments of quiet, he finally turned his gaze back to you. His eyes, although they glowed with a dangerous, murderous red, somehow entranced you. They always had, but something about being this close to him in the gentle lighting being cast in from the moon… you could almost drown in them.

Without much of a thought, your hand had risen towards his face. When he flinched away you were suddenly brought back to your senses and your hand froze midair. Before you could move away and throw out a million apologies, his clawed fingers wrapped over yours.

It was a strange sensation, feeling his hand against yours. His skin was far from warm, and you knew how much blood spilled between his fingers, yet…

You allowed him to pull you towards him, a tug at your wrist bringing your chest flush against his. Your head was under his chin, and you held yourself stiffly against him. You could tell he wasn’t so sure either, with the way his hand held a rough uncertainty at the base of your back and his clawed fingers dug just a bit too roughly into your skin as he held you against him.

Gently moving, you tested the waters of his tolerance of you taking matters into your own hands. Although this feeling was unknown to the both of you, you at the very least knew how to be comfortable.

You urged him to scoot towards the pillows, pulling him along and pressing him back down on his back. You moved slow, waiting for the smallest hint that he wanted you to stop, but it never came. You settled next to him, flush against his side and you guided his arm to wrap around your waist. 

The stiffness ever so gradually left his body as he completely succumbed himself to you, allowing you to mold the two of you into an interwoven position, a closeness that the two of you desperately needed for each other. He would never admit this desire, but you knew by the fact you weren’t incinerated for trying to touch him that he needed this as much as you did.

Once settled, you traced featherlike fingers across his arm. You weren’t eye level with him, but you knew by the red glow in your peripheral that he was staring fixedly at you as if to study your entire being.

The moon eventually moved beyond your window, casting the room in complete darkness, your only sensation being the pressure of Alastor’s body against yours. There wasn’t even the slightest buzz of radio noise that seemed to always encompass his presence. His eyes must’ve been shut, too, as there wasn’t even a glow from them.

You let your eyes fall shut, enjoying the peace of the moment. You hadn’t the slightest clue what would happen in the morning—maybe you’d never even wake up if he got upset with some morning clarity.

You didn’t care too much, though. You’d just enjoy it while it lasted.

[t-lostinworlds]

Treasure Be Damned | Nathan Drake

》 PAIRING: movie!nathan drake x female!reader

》 TROPE/GENRE: childhood best friends to lovers; angst; fluff

》 SUMMARY: Nathan wished it didn't take something drastic to happen for him to finally realize what he felt for you. And no matter how much that gold was worth, you will always be his greatest treasure.

》 WARNINGS: both are orphans (mentioned), tech genius!reader, protective!nathan, switch pov halfway thru, kinda canon divergent (a.k.a. i made slight changes to some scenes from the movie), pining, jealousy jealousy, idiots in love, some angst, kidnapping, canon level violence, injuries, love confessions and a cute fluffy ending.

》 WORD COUNT: 5.4k+

A/N: hello! me again with another fic. this may seem super random but this was commissioned by the lovely @theslayerofthevampires ! thank u so so much hun <3 my first ever commission btw. trying to stick to a certain word count was actually quite interesting to me alskalsk but this was fun to write and i hope i did it justice!

+ also i couldn't think of a better title and the summary is kinda cheesy but we love cheese in this house so alksalkslaks

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You and Nathan had been best friends for as long as you could remember.

When he punched a guy twice his size all because they made you cry on your first day at the orphanage, he quickly gained your trust and loyalty. It was reciprocated when you dumped all your lunch on a kid when they poked fun about why his brother left him.

You two had been inseparable ever since.

Nathan was protective of you, and you were protective of him.

As years passed, that protectiveness only grew tenfold. With it came the care and affection that went from strictly platonic to something warmer, sweeter.

For you, at least.

You couldn't pinpoint when it started, all you knew was that everything Nathan did for you suddenly felt special—like it was solely for you.

The change wasn't outright. It was a slow realization, when the little things he did made your heart grow warmer and beat faster all the same.

At first, you thought it was a simple crush—a silly phase, that with time, it would fade.

But no.

As months moved to years, it went from something that lingered to something you couldn't escape from.

The moment you truly figured that what you felt about him wasn't as simple as an adoration for your best friend was on your eighteenth birthday.

Nathan had spent all the money he saved from working odd—and honest, he made sure to make that known—jobs on a silver necklace.

Maybe you watched way too many romcoms, maybe it was all in your rose-tinted head, but there was an underlying romance in the way he stood behind you, so close and warm, as he put the necklace on for you.

With bated breath, you let him, trying your best not to melt over his simple touch. His fingertips brushed against your skin so delicately but felt electric in all the right ways.

You only regained your breathing when he finally stepped back. Yet he took it away a moment later when he gently tapped the charm—shaped like a compass—sitting between your collarbone, a fond smile on his lips when he said,

"So you'll always find your way back to me."

How could you not fall in love?

What a cliché.

Falling in love with your childhood best friend.

It would've been cute if it was reciprocated.

But whatever he saw you as was strictly platonic.

You were constantly reminded of how unrequited your love was with the hook-ups he brought back to the apartment.

You had agreed to be his roommate to help lessen the expenses. Even though you had only recently moved in together, you were starting to doubt if it was a good idea—for your heart's sake, anyway.

It didn't even stop there.

Because here you were once again, sporting an ache in your chest as you watched him flirt with a blonde girl at the bar.

As much as you enjoyed visiting him at work, seeing him flirt with the pretty customers regularly will always leave a bad taste in your mouth.

Jealousy.

A feeling you shouldn't be entertaining in the first place. You were just a best friend. You had no right to go all green-eyed whenever you saw him with another girl.

Nathan Drake wasn't yours.

You didn't even realize that you were too deep into your thoughts until a familiar voice brought you out of it.

"You okay?"

You blinked, looking up to see Nathan regarding you with brows furrowed in concern.

"Huh?"

"You've been glaring at that thing for a good minute now," he explained, nodding at the personalized cocktail he made for you.

He always did that whenever you stopped by, experimenting with new mixes he thought you'd enjoy solely based on how well he knew you. You give him your honest feedback in return. It was your own little game.

"Is it bad?"

"No, no, no," you said, taking a sip before smiling. "I liked it."

"Just 'like', damn. I need to step up my game," he sighed in feigned disappointment. When you didn't react as much, he added, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Nathan looked at you for a moment, lips pursed as he shook his head.

"You're such a bad liar."

"I'm not," you scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes. "You just know me so well."

"I do," he hummed, grin turning proud. "I also know when something's bothering you so, what's up?"

"Girl things." You shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. You could tell it confused him, because he was never uncomfortable to talk about those topics with you. But before he could even question it, you quickly added, "I think I'm going to head home first. You didn't forget your keys, right?"

"That was one time," he grumbled, eyeing you for a moment because he obviously didn't buy your excuse. A second later, he sighed, "Yeah, I got my keys."

"Okay, See you later," you said, gathering up your things before walking towards the door.

"Let me know if you get home safe," he called out.

You only threw him a salute in response.

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It was the harsh light from the huge window in the living room that woke you up.

You must have fallen asleep on the couch in the middle of watching your comfort movie—a poor attempt at trying to distract yourself from your lovelorn predicament.

Who knew dealing with feelings could be so exhausting?

It was the smell of bacon that coaxed you out of your cocoon, though. 

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Nathan greeted as soon as you stepped into the kitchen. He threw you a warm smile over his shoulder before he continued making breakfast—shirtless, might you add. "There are painkillers beside your water in case your neck is killing you. I would've carried you back to your bed but you kick in your sleep and I've learned my lesson so…"

It did happen once.

He was trying to coax you off the couch and back into the comfort of your bed. But as he got closer, your leg having a mind of its own when you were deeply asleep, you kicked him straight in his jewels—his words, not yours.

The loud thud of him falling on the floor didn't even shake you awake, not even when he was groaning in pain. 

You couldn't even remember any of it.

"How many times do I have to apologize for you to let that go?" you chuckled, settling at your usual seat at the small dining table you had.

"Not enough," he snorted. "I still feel the phantom of the kick, you know."

"You're so dramatic." You rolled your eyes, glancing around only to catch a glimpse of that old yet familiar green trunk. It was then you noticed some of his old stuff littered around, trinkets and memorabilia he hadn't looked at in a while. Just as you were about to question him about it, you saw the excited look on his face. You narrowed your eyes, asking, "Did I miss something?"

"Quite a lot, actually," he chuckled, sauntering over to you with your breakfast for the day. Putting the full plate in front of you, Nathan leaned down and quickly kissed your forehead. "Eat. I'll tell you all about it."

You ignored the phantom of his lips on your skin.

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A treasure hunt.

Nathan dragged you into a treasure hunt.

You didn't trust this Victor Sullivan guy, but Nate seemed to be adamant about finding this gold in hopes of finding Sam too. And you trust your best friend's judgment so that made Sully a friend of your best friend, much to your dismay.

"Do I look okay?" you asked, straightening out your long, black evening gown as you emerged out of the makeshift changing room.

When you didn't hear an answer, you looked up to see Nathan staring at you with a certain look in his eyes.

Your face warmed. "What?"

"Okay?" he scoffed, shaking his head as if he was offended by the word you used. With a gentle smile, he gestured at you with both hands. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks. You don't look bad yourself," you responded with a shy smile, unable to hold his gaze for much longer. You fixed your entangled necklace, instead.

"Here, let me," he said, quickly walking over to you to straighten it out, his touch featherlight against your skin. "It's a gorgeous necklace. The guy who gave this to you has good taste."

"If good taste means licking his own ass, then, it's a bit questionable."

"Okay, gross," he playfully grimaced. "All I'm saying is that I picked the right one for you."

"You did." You smiled fondly. 

"Perfect," he hummed with a smile, his gaze slowly trailing from your necklace up to your eyes, his next words barely even a whisper. "You're perfect."

You didn't know if it was even meant for your ears but you could only stand there, staring into his brown eyes that seemed to shift from one emotion to another.

Nathan was about to say something when Sully came out of nowhere with that grumpy look on his face.

"Why are we bringing her again?" he asked as if you weren't standing in front of him.

"She's a genius with computers," Nathan said, a bite in his tone. "She's going to help us get through any security tech easy breezy."

Sully narrowed his eyes between you two before shrugging.

"Fine," he grumbled, looking you up and down before walking away. "We leave in ten minutes."

"I don't think he likes me very much," you sighed once the door shut.

"I don't think he likes anyone," Nathan said, smiling at you reassuringly. "Don't take it personally."

And you didn't. Truly.

But when you got to the auction house, it definitely felt more personal when the old man wouldn't tell you anything.

No communication. No updates. No information. Nothing.

Only when you ask Nathan directly were you able to get a grasp of what was going on or when to proceed to the next step—if he wasn't distracted.

With the countless pretty ladies dressed to the nines, you best believe he wasn't anywhere near focused.

You were angry because this was a dire situation. One wrong move could get you guys caught. You were too goddamn young for prison.

You definitely weren't bitter over something else.

"Do you always feel the need to flirt with anything that walks?" you spat when he finally reached the door you'd been trying so hard to keep open without getting caught. It took him three minutes more since he was busy chatting up some random trust fund girl.

"I wasn't—Jesus," he grunted, the door hitting him on the way as you walked past it.

You couldn't be bothered to wait anymore. You didn't look back and simply sped walk towards the power switch.

"You're upset," Nathan said once he caught up with you.

"I'm not upset," you grumbled. "I'm annoyed."

"It's the same thing."

"It's fucking not."

"Okay, geez," he conceded, pouting, "What'd I do?"

"What aren't you doing?" you asked sarcastically, harshly tapping on your phone as you tried to decode the security lock on the main switch. "Oh right, focusing on your job!"

"Christ, do you two always bicker like an old married couple?"

"Shut up!" you and Nathan barked synchronously.

Shaking your head, you calmed yourself, punching in the security code.

"Look, I'm sorry, alright? I was just trying to scope potential—"

You glared at him.

"I'm shutting up."

"Just do your thing. I want this over and done with," you grumbled, stepping aside once the circuit box finally opened.

"You're a genius," he praised with a smile, placing a quick kiss on your forehead. "Thank you."

"Whatever."

You wished you could say everything went smooth sailing from there, but when did it ever?

Everything happened so fast.

One minute you two were walking out of the control room, the next you were being chased down but huge men.

Running in heels was not fun.

And then it was a blur, someone grabbing your arm in a way that made you scream in pain to Nathan tackling the guy to the ground, landing blow after blow to his face until blood started to splatter on the suit he was wearing.

"Touch her again and I'll kill you."

You'd never seen him so angry before.

But that anger quickly disappeared when he fussed over you, hands soft against your cheeks yet the panic and worry were evident in his eyes.

It took several 'I'm fine's and a couple more reassurances that you weren't badly hurt to get him to fully calm down and help you up so you could get out of this place.

Unbeknownst to you, there were curious eyes watching everything closely with a knowing yet wicked smile on her lips.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

You thought the feeling of being outcasted was only a small blip at the auction house.

But you were so wrong.

"What happened to you?" you asked when he finally met up with you at the church in Barcelona, soaking wet from head to toe.

"Long story."

"So you brought your girlfriend with you" A girl—Chloe, you later learned—suddenly appeared.

"She's not my girlfriend," Nathan quickly corrected.

Yes, it was true.

But the way he shut it down so quickly as if the thought made him hurl made the sting harsher.

It didn't take long for you to notice how Nathan seemed to be following Chloe around a lot.

So much so that you were becoming more of an afterthought.

They were always conspiring amongst themselves. It was in their line of expertise, you supposed, and you were just the tech girl. But it wasn't like you were clueless about it. Nate has told you enough stories for you to get the gist of what was going on.

It was getting pathetic, trailing behind them like some puppy, wanting to feel included.

When Nathan argued with Sully that you were not leaving his side when it was time to split up, you could only laugh at it now.

What was the point when you were immediately alone when you got into the tunnels?

Even more as you stood by yourself at the club, watching him dance with Chloe, so close, in the guise of blending in.

Maybe if you weren't distracted you would've noticed the man sneaking up behind you. You would've been able to run before he could grab you from behind, hand over your mouth as he started dragging you backward. And maybe you were quite good at kicking someone's jewels when you hit the jackpot the first time, enabling you to escape and scream for help.

You were yelling Nathan's name, but it was the loud gunshot that caught his attention.

It was heartbreaking to think that it took you getting shot in the leg for him to fully acknowledge you.

You were overwhelmed with too many emotions that you became numb, simply letting them take you back to the safe house in silence.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as he sat by your temporary bed, carefully wrapping the bandage on your thigh after he cleaned it. Thankfully, the bullet was only meant to slow you down, not kill. "I'm supposed to be looking out for you."

"It's fine," you sighed. You knew he was being sincere. He looked thoroughly distraught when he saw you drop to the ground. You knew it wasn't his fault, and you knew he was already blaming himself enough. But with the pain and bitterness—both physically and emotionally—you couldn't stop it. "You were busy. I get it."

He frowned. "What's with that tone?" 

"There's no tone," you grumbled, avoiding his gaze.

"You're annoyed."

You shook your head. "I'm not annoyed.'

"So…you're upset," he hummed, reaching for your hands. You pulled away, carefully getting comfortable on the bed.

"I'm going to sleep," you sighed, pulling the covers over you.

Nathan got the hint, standing from his seat with a sigh, "Okay, goodnight, just…call me if you need anything."

So when you woke up in the middle of the night when a sudden sting went up your leg, you quickly yet carefully got out of bed to look for him.

You wish you hadn't bothered.

The last thing you wanted to see was him and Chloe getting cozy on the balcony, a bottle of wine between them.

You figured you weren't important enough to interrupt their moment. Besides, the ache in your leg couldn't compare to the absolute pain in your heart. It only intensified when they started leaning toward each other.

So you quickly went back to bed, tainting the pillowcase with salted tears.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

"Here." Nathan kneeled in front of the foot of the bed, tying your shoelaces for you. "So, I've been thinking…"

"Uh oh," you joked.

"Maybe you should sit this one out."

Your smile quickly got wiped off your face.

"What?"

Nathan glanced at the door. You followed his gaze, catching a glimpse of Chloe before she hurriedly walked away.

You pressed your lips, nodding in understanding.

"It's not what you think it is," Nathan placated.

"Sure it's not," you scoffed.

"Look, you're injured and—"

You stood up, abruptly cutting him off. You grabbed your bag, limping around the room as you gathered your stuff.

"Woah careful, your wound is still fresh," Nathan followed you around, arms out in case you stumbled. "What are you doing?"

"Leaving. That's what you wanted, right?"

"What? No!" he rushed, hands on your shoulder, stopping you. "What I meant was, you need to recover first."

"Right," you scoffed, shrugging him off before you continued packing. "Because  it's going to be dangerous and you're looking out for me, trying to protect me and all that bullshit."

"It's not bullshit!"

"You know, after all we've been through, I thought I could count on you to at least be honest with me," you said bitterly.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means," you pressed, harshly zipping up your bag. "If you wanted me out of the picture, you could've just said so."

Shaking his head, he argued, "That's not it."

"Maybe," you said, looking him straight in the eyes. "But fewer people, more gold to go around, right?"

That rendered him silent.

"You've known me your whole life," he started, hurt flickering in his irises. "You really think I'd do that to you?"

"I don't know anymore, Nate." You threw your hands up exasperatedly. "Because ever since you met them, I barely recognize you anymore. You've been wanting their approval so bad you're getting desperate for it. 

"And I always thought that when we get the chance to find this treasure, we'll do it together, side by side like we always do. But all I've done this whole time is be a third wheel to whatever this is." You gestured at him and the door, laughing sarcastically. "Fourth, if you include Sully."

"That's not true," he argued weakly, realization dawning on his face.

"You whisper among yourselves, nobody tells me a fucking thing, you don't even tell me anything anymore! I'm always left chasing after you because you couldn't be bothered waiting for me to catch up. Fine, I might not know everything about this treasure but it'd be nice to get filled in every once in a while instead of leaving me clueless! Hell, you're starting to forget you brought your best friend with you—"

"I didn't forget about you—"

"You didn't even notice I was getting dragged away until I was shot!"

Nathan looked away.

"All of you are always excluding me and it sucks," your voice cracked, blinking away unshed tears. "And don't think I didn't see you conspiring with Chloe last night."

He looked confused. "Last night?"

"When I came looking for my best friend for help because my leg was hurting like a bitch but I didn't want to be a cockblock so, you're welcome."

"You're not—" Nathan cleared his throat, shoulders slumping, looking at you apologetically. "Y/N…"

You shook your head, harshly wiping at your eyes, putting your jacket on. "The more it goes on, the more I think that you just brought me along because it was convenient for you. Now that I'm considered a liability, gotta leave the extra baggage right?"

"That's not fucking true!" he gritted, pulling his hair frustratedly. "You're part of this as much as I am!"

"Right. Where are we going next?"

Nathan blubbered like a fish out of water.

"That's what I thought," you scoffed, slipping your backpack on.

"Wait, dammit," he cursed when you walked past him, chasing after you into the living room. Frustrated, he called out, "All I'm asking is for you to sit this part out because you're hurt."

You stopped, slowly facing him.

"I never thought that the loneliest I'd ever feel is when I'm supporting you to chase this dream you'd been wanting ever since you were a kid," you admitted, chest tightening as you stared into his troubled brown eyes. "So, I'm not sitting this one out, Nate, I'm done." 

You shoved the cross right on his chest.

"Have fun on your honeymoon," you said, bumping his shoulder as you walked out the door.

"Y/N!"

You never looked back.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

Nathan was smart in a lot of different aspects. But emotions and feelings?

Oh he was stupid as fuck.

He wished it didn't take something drastic to happen for him to accept what he truly felt for you.

Part of him was relieved because at least you weren't there when the plane fiasco happened, especially with your injury. He was appeasing his guilt by telling himself that you were safer this way.

Nathan wouldn't know what to do with himself if something worse happened to you.

But as he was decoding the postcards Sam sent—a difficult task to focus on when he couldn't stop worrying about you so much—Chloe suddenly came in with a package.

"It has your name on it."

He opened it confused, but nothing could prepare him for what was inside.

The dread and fear started to creep up his spine when he held the silver necklace he gave you.

You never took this off.

As he emptied the box in a rush, photos upon photos of you tied up and gagged, beaten and bruised with blood tainting your delicate skin, Nathan felt like his entire heart was taken from him.

'The map or her. Choose wisely.'

It came in flashes, moments where you'd been there for each other, the joy and heartbreak, success and failures—you were always there, his one constant.

Then came the moments where he dreamed about you and him, doing things best friends shouldn't be doing.

He always knew what he felt about you but he shoved it down in fear of ruining the friendship you'd built over the years. But now? Denying it seemed insignificant. Now there was a chance he wouldn't be able to tell you at all.

Nathan was losing the love of his life.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

"That didn't take long," Braddock laughed sardonically, standing up from a large rock nestled on the beach somewhere in the Philippines.

"Where is she," Nathan growled, the tube map holder slung on his back.

Braddock nodded at one of her men, Nathan's heart sinking to his stomach when they dragged you in, your yelp piercing his chest when they shoved you on the sand.

Nathan instinctively tried to run for you.

"Not so fast," Braddock hummed, clicking her gun before pressing it on the back of your head. "How do I know this isn't a trick?"

"I think you already figured out I don't play games when it comes to her."

"Well, let's see," she challenged. "On your knees, Drake."

"N-Nate," you whimpered, adamantly shaking your head. Even in your state, you were still trying to protect him.

"It's okay," he reassured with a smile, hands up as he did as told.

Braddock grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you closer to where he was.

He stifled his anger. But best believe he'd already plotted so many ways to make Braddock suffer for what she did to you.

But one wrong move could cost your life.

"Hand it over."

"Untie her."

Braddock rolled her eyes but did so anyway.

"Hey, hey, look at me," Nathan whispered, your tear-filled eyes meeting his. He lifted his chin once, gaze flickering behind you. "I got you, okay? You're going to be okay."

"Enough with this sappy bullshit. Hand over the map or she dies."

Nathan slowly grabbed the map, only to throw it away as far as possible.

On cue, a huge explosion distracted Braddock enough for you to abruptly stand on your feet, hitting her under the chin with your head.

"You bitch!" she yelled, dropping the gun.

Nathan quickly pulled you aside and grabbed the weapon. With no remorse, he shot Braddock on both thighs, once more on the arm to be petty.

He'd do much worse if you weren't on borrowed time.

Nathan grabbed your hand and made a run for it.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

The silence was tense.

But Nathan was focused on taking care of you first.

He was busy enough trying not to cry whenever he'd discover a new cut and bruise on you that he couldn't even dwell on the fact that you were showering together. You were both in your underwear, but still.

It was when he had you sitting on the counter as he patched you up when you spoke.

"You didn't have to do all that for me."

"You know, it hurts me so much that you think I wouldn't take a bullet for you," he sighed, finishing up a bandage before meeting your glossy eyes. "You're more important to me than you think you are."

"No, I know it's just—" You bit your bruised lip. Nathan quickly pulled it away with his thumb, not wanting you to worsen your injury. You leaned into his touch as you continued, "You've been dreaming of this since you were a kid and I feel like I've ruined it for you."

"You didn't ruin anything."

"But you should be out there looking for the gold," you said. "Instead you're stuck here with me."

"Listen to me, if I had to choose between that gold and—" He took a breath, holding your face in both hands as he stared at you longingly. "The woman I'm hopelessly in love with then…"

Nathan breathed out with a smile, "Fuck that gold."

You stared at him in a way that made him believe that he'd done it.

He'd finally ruined your friendship to a point of no return.

That until you broke out into the sweetest, brightest smile that made his heart grow and his knees weak all the same.

"It's not as hopeless as you think it is."

Nathan felt like his heart was about to burst.

"Yeah?" He grinned, giddy and warm, gently parting your legs and stepping a little closer.

You let him into your space. But suddenly your brows furrowed, frowning. "What about you and Chloe?"

"So you were jealous."

"Nate."

"There's no me and Chloe," he reassured, gently taking your hands, kissing the insides of your wrists before placing them on his shoulders. "Maybe I got the incredibly stupid idea to make you jealous—I know, baby, I'm an idiot—but she shot that down real quick."

"But—"

"Those times you've seen me with her, all I kept talking about was you," he admitted, blushing. "I'm sure she'd grown sick of me being lovesick."

Nathan probably talked her ear out about how hopelessly in love he was with you, seeking advice on what to do because it was the one thing he couldn't go to you about.

She had been really helpful, pushing him to confess because it was better you know before it's too late, and that in this line of work, you'd never know when that would be.

If only he hadn't let his cowardness win.

"She argued with me that leaving you behind was a bad idea, and if I listened to her I—" He pressed his forehead against yours with a shaky breath. "I'm sorry."

"I know you like to take all the blame but this isn't your fault," you hummed, fingers combing the straggles of hair on the nape of his neck.

"It kind of is," he pressed, eyes watering as he thought about what he dragged you into.

He couldn't stop thinking about the pain you'd gone through all because he was being reckless. For as long as he could remember, he made a vow to himself to always keep you safe no matter what. Yet here he was, failing at that—failing you.

"I'm sorry for being such a shitty best friend this past week," he said, caressing the apples of your cheeks.

"You were pretty shitty," you teased, though he could see the way your body relaxed a little. He could tell that you appreciated hearing his apology. It must've been weighing on you since you left.

It made his heart ache.

"I was and I'm sorry," he said regretfully. "I guess I just got so caught up in this whole treasure-hunting thing that I lost sight of what's truly important to me. But still, it's no excuse. I was the one who dragged you into this, I should've been attentive enough."

You turned your head and kissed his palm, a silent way of saying it was okay. He felt like he was about to melt.

"And I'm sorry for taking so goddamn long to tell you how I feel," Nathan admitted.

"Yeah well," you hummed, smiling at him sweetly. "We're both at fault on that one,"

"Still, I'm sorry," he whispered, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. "For everything."

You nodded, a smile on your lips. "I can't say I forgive yet—"

"Understandable."

"But hey," you hummed, leaning closer. "You have plenty of time to grovel and make up for it."

Nathan chuckled, brushing his lips against yours with a whisper, "Can I start with a kiss?"

You nodded with that cute giggle of yours, one that still echoed as he finally closed the distance.

So many things filled him up at once—soft, sweet, warm. So many emotions rattling his heart as your lips molded into one—relief, passion, love.

It was gratifying, a kiss he'd been dreaming of for as long as he could remember. But, with your fingers in his hair and his hands on your waist, your warm body flushed to his with no space in between, nothing could ever compare to the real thing.

And yes, it was going to take some time to repair the cracks that were made in your relationship. But he was willing to wait and do whatever it takes to gain your full trust back.

Nathan didn't care how long or how much work it would take, as long as at the end of every day, you came back home to him—it was more than worth it.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

"Kid, are you even listening to me?"

"Sorry, Sully," Nathan said unapologetically. "But whatever the wife says, goes and her plan is usually better than yours."

"I'm technically not your wife yet," you giggled, your engagement ring glinting as you continued bypassing the security cameras using your phone.

"Technically, yes," he agreed, shrugging. "But in my head, you've been my wife ever since you put that ring on."

"Always thinking ahead, huh?" You finished up the job, slipping your phone into your pocket before turning to him with a raised brow.

"Oh yeah," he hummed, pulling you closer by the waist. "And once we get married, in my head, we already have three kids."

"Three?" you choked out a laugh.

"Five?"

"Let's start with one and see where that goes."

"We should definitely practice later."

"Do I always have to remind you two that this is an open line?"

"Oh we know," Nathan hummed, kissing you with a loud smack which earned an annoyed groan. He then gestured at the door with a bow. "After you, Mrs. Drake."

"Still up for debate."

"I'd take your last name any day."

"I was thinking hyphenated."

"Not a bad shout."

"Get moving you two!"

"Sully, you're getting so close to getting your wedding invite revoked."

You laughed at that.

Nathan couldn't resist kissing you once more.

"Let's go," you giggled against his lips. "We still have treasure to find."

"I'm in no rush," he shrugged, brushing his nose against yours. He was sure his eyes were glowing with pure adoration. "Already got the best one right here."

You groaned and called him cheesy but you still kissed him anyway.

Treasure be damned, with you by his side, Nathan was the richest man alive.

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[schoenpepper]

And If You Slipped Through My Fingers

Intro: Emotional constipation turns to emotional diarrhea.

Warnings: bad grammar, awful writing, Ace being a dickwad, not proofread so read at your own risk, open ending ig, short af, bad words

A/N: Okaaay and that's the second request done. Struggling for ideas about that Jamil songfic might change the song idk. Whoever asked for this I hope you like it.

Masterlist

Feelings are such complicated matters.

He couldn't make sense of them at all.

Sure there was nothing but a sprinkling of superiority complex when he first met you (powerless, magicless little human that you are), but then that chandelier thing happened and it all went rolling (downhill or uphill, he still hasn't decided). Ace was nothing if not flexible, though. He went the ways the waves did when it came to you, even though you seemed to have just the perfect knack for getting into trouble. But lately...you've been different.

His super very platonic bond with you is shifting in your hands, all the lines blurred together and tied into a braid by your deft fingers. Suddenly, you're a little more needy. You're hanging off Ace like a feral cat, claws sunk into his arms. He hears his name from your lips no he wasn't staring and he realizes you've begun to see him as some sort of reliable figure in your life. You're in danger, and the first thing you do is reach for him.

But what can he even do for you?

He's smart, but he's no Riddle or Azul. He can fight, but he's not like Leona or Vil. He's resourceful, but he can't beat Jamil, and his magic doesn't hold a candle to your Tsunotarou.

What is he to you?

And now you're gravitating towards him like the moon orbiting his planet—but he thinks the pull might be too strong and you'll just crash right into him. Always on call, circling him like a shark in the water. He's not afraid of you. He's not afraid of the problems you bring with you. But what if one day, you reach out to him, and he can't hold your hand? What if the next time trouble finds you, he can't pull you out of the mud anymore? What if, when you stare at him with those lovely eyes and plead for him to stay, he's still forcibly pulled away by all the other planets that are in your orbit?

You're not his moon. You're the sun that everyone longs for.

He's not afraid of anything. But there's this inkling of fear swirling within him, curling around his torso and squeezing the life out of him.

He's scared of you leaving.

He's scared of you staying.

He doesn't know what to do.

Why not choose someone else?

Somehow, at some point, the place next to him is your seat. You're always by his side with one arm wrapped around his shoulder or your hand holding his. It's so suspiciously close in a way that friends shouldn't be. At 3 am, under his covers, he's texting the night away with you while his roommates are asleep. You're at every corner and every turn. You're at every classroom and in the cafeteria and Riddle invited you to every unbirthday party. And you sit next to him and smile. You smile that stupid smile that makes his heart beat so fast in his chest he has to choke down his tea to calm himself. You're in the mirror when he looks, but no, you couldn't be. It's just...Ace.

He wants to be alone for a while. He needs to think.

Why are you everywhere?

[nomagicnolyf: aceeeeee come over lets play super stario squish sisters]

[aceUNOone: noooo im sleeping]

[nomagicnolyf: bish ur typing]

He puts his phone aside and closes his eyes. What do you want from him? Why are you always bothering (yes, bothering) him? Why not bother Deuce, Epel, Sebek, Ortho, or Jack? Or anyone in your roster of friends in the higher years? They'd love to hang out with you, don't you know they practically fight each other just for a sliver of your time? Why him, then? There's a knock on the door. He gets up with a groan to open it.

"What do you want?"

It's you, and he tries to push down the chaotic magma of feelings bubbling in his chest. He's just been too confused lately. You don't deserve its outburst.

"Sorry, I just wanted to hang out with you."

"Didn't we hang out yesterday?"

"But I want to hang out today too."

He can't stop himself. The lava, it boils over and the words spill out his mouth faster than he can think. You don't deserve its outburst but fuck your timing was really off, you know?

"Well I don't want to hang out with you. You're always clinging onto me, aren't you tired of being such a burden? It's annoying, Y/N, you're getting real annoying and every single time you show up something is wrong and something needs to be done." It's not true, he knows it's not true, but he doesn't even know what he's saying anymore.

"Sevens, can't you handle your shit by yourself? Do you seriously still need to be babied every time? Act like an adult and deal with your problems like the rest of us. Alone."

...What?

When it's erupted and done, the words come flying back to him like a boomerang made out of razor blades. No, he doesn't think any of those things. He likes helping you. He likes defending you, he likes fighting for you and— oh.

Oh, he likes you. So that's why he's been in such a mess mentally.

It's too bad you're already gone by the time he's dealt with his feelings.

[emssturniolo]

phone charger

pairing: christopher sturniolo x reader

summary: going to get your charger from chris's room escalated to a love confession

a/n: not me spending two hours on this

you and the triplets had become friends last year after meeting at a movie premiere. you were sat next to nick, who knew who you were, and immediately became best friend with him and madi, who was sitting next to him. the movie had taken a long time to start, and in that half an hour you got to know nick, madi, and nick's two triplet brothers, matt and chris. you had exchanged numbers at the end of the event and kept in touch, which eventually led to you five become extremely close friends. you weren't originally from la, but you spent quite some time there, and it quickly become more of a frequent habit to stay longer as you grew closer to your new friends and spent your time in la at their house, instead of staying at an airbnb. the five of you were inseparable, and as much as you loved the first few months of getting to know each other, you enjoyed their company much better now, a year later, that you knew all of them inside out. yet, though you loved all of them equally, there was something which drew you to chris from the very start

you hadn't taken notice of it that first day, but you eyes kept drifting behind nick and madi while you were talking to either of them to catch a quick glance at chris. the way he was so effortlessly angelic to you was baffling, and that feeling of wanting to get to know him never left you, even now that you were close friends. it took you a while to admit to yourself that you were in love with him, but once you did the attraction that drew you to him only became stronger. you couldn't explain it, really. it was just there. your body became dependant on the warm feeling he gave you, but you had no idea how to tell him that without freaking him out

right now, you were sitting on the couch of their living room in their house in LA on your laptop, while the boys were out filming a car video. you checked your phone for the time: it was around two in the morning. you realised your phone was about to die, so you got up to get your charger but you couldn't find it. remembering you had given it to chris earlier that day since he had left his in the car, you went to his room to get it. as soon as you entered his room you got a comforting feeling from the strong scent of his cologne. it was a quest to say the least, to find your charger in the mess of his room. while you were looking for it, you heard a sleepy ‘hey’ come from behind you. you jumped and turned around:

“shit chris, you scared me!” you said, heart still beating fast from the fright he gave you. he laughed tiredly, and walked to the bed to set his phone down. “came in here to grab my charger. how was filming?” you asked, noticing his tired demeanor. “good,” he replied “just super tired. didn't sleep much last night..” you furrowed your eyebrows, asking him another question, “how come?”. he sat on the bed and closed his eyes: “i don't know, i couldn't shut my brain off” you gave him a sad smile, internally wishing you could have been lying next to him to comfort him, little did you know you were the one keeping him up

see the thing was, you had accepted the things you felt for him, he however, did not know what to do with the things he felt for you. he was so down bad in love with you, and neither of you had ever experienced romantic feelings for anyone before, but he didn't know how to handle it. it killed him to think that there was a chance that he could lose you because he felt something he couldn't control. yet, it also killed him to think that if he didn't do anything about the way he felt, he could still lose you to someone else. so he was just left confused, because he was a little slower with realising that what he felt for you was more than just close-platonic-friendship-love

he patted the space next to him on the bed and you obliged, setting the charger you initially went in for down on his desk and crawling next to him on his bed. you wrapped his arms around your torso and rested his head on your stomach. you melted to his touch, but thought nothing of it, since he always got very affectionate at night. your hands found their way to his hair automatically, like they were made with the intention to do so. you lightly scratched his scalp and he let out a content sigh. in that exact moment, you wished you could see the yourself and him from another person's perspective, and paint a picture of the two of you to hand up in the louvre, because to you, this was the most perfect piece of art. and it truly was, unbeknownst to the two of you: just two oblivious lovers molding together by the touch of one another

you were quickly brought out of your train of thought when chris lifted his head to look at you, his pupils so dilated they had almost fully swallowed the blue. he smiled softly and spoke in a fragile voice: “i love you” he said. his words shocked you to say the least, but you tried to keep calm. “i love you too” your voice was shaky, but you hoped he wouldn't notice

“i want to say something but i don't know if i should, don't want you to hate me”

“i won't can hate you, chris” you say, slightly giggling

“not even if i told you i couldn't sleep last night because of you, like in a good way?”

“what do you mean?” your cheeks started to tint pink

“you know what i mean, goof. don't make me say it”

“i might, but i'd like to heart you say it”

“stopppp” he dragged out, covering his face with one of his hands. the other still resting between his head and you stomach

“no, say it” you giggled as much as you could, since he was still lying on top of you

“i love you, you goof. i'm really tired right now but i just can't stand not being able to kiss you when i'm tired and sleep in your arms like this...”

“yeah?” you teased him a bit, the way he teases you whenever you're tired

“i want to be your boyfrienddd” he says, his lips melting into a smile

“you can be my boyfriend,” you said “but only if i can be your girlfriend”

“word” he said “now stop talking kid, i'm tired”

without a word, you shifted your bodies so you were both under the covers. your heads resting on his pillow, you gave him a small kiss on his lips (which were soft, and perfectly made to fit yours) and you spent the night there, your phone long forgotten to be charged, but you appreciated your phone for having the need to be charged, or else none of this would have happened

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

Idk if you write angst or not, but...

I was thinking about this nonstop and I had to request it.

So, Female Y/N and Kazutora are in the same class (first year highschool maybe) and they both are always coming into class with bruises.

Everybody is worried for Yn, thinking shes being abused at home, when, in reality, shes actually just super clumsy. Also, everybody thinks that Kazutora always gets into street fights, which he does, but that's not the actual reason behind his bruises, it's his father.

Then, one day, yn and Kazu are assigned cleaning duty after school, and as they're cleaning up, kazutora inquires about yn's bruises, wanting to know if there is somebody else out there also being abused.

They become friends, and as they get closer to each other, Kazutora starts to open up more to her, and ends up telling her about his home life.

I'm imagining their relationship more as platonic love. yknow, like besties.

sorry if this is too specific but I really needed to get it out of my head!!

I really love your head, your brain and your idea because I miss writing platonic loves!

Bruises.

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Many people think that clumsy people are cute, aesthetically at least, but I doubt they'd think that if they saw them constantly being bruised.

Be it tripping over something, falling down from trees, crashing with something while riding a bike, falling down the stairs and etc, you have experienced all of them in less than a month.

You were just....adventurous, that's all. You took the risks despite knowing you'd get hurt. Your family might think that you're masochist for this but that's wrong. Taking risks are exciting. When you can't feel anything because of the adrenaline, when your blood grows hot and heart beats faster than ever before, it's so exciting. So you do try a lot of things and maybe would be unstoppable in them if you weren't cursed with clumsiness.

Everyone is clumsy in one way or another, but yours is a bit concerning...Considering the fact that you literally choke on water when drinking it.

How amazing.

You hated bruises. They're ugly as hell and sometimes very disturbing to look at. But whenever you would glance at your body, you'd notice more amount of bruises than your own skin.

It's disturbing, you agree. It's concerning, that's true. Maybe that's why your classmates are giving you pitiful and concerned looks when they'd accidentally see your bruises, which you try to cover up.

"Why do you have so many bruises, [name]..?" Your seatmate asked you, hesitating and debating whether he should ask you about it or not.

You smiled at him, unaware of the reason behind this question. "You know how clumsy I am." It was simple answer, true even, but he didn't look convinced at all.

You two were oblivious to the boy sitting right behind you. He had black hair with some of his locks dyed blonde, his yellow eyes settled on your figure. His face was slightly bandaged and he, also, got bruises but it didn't look like anything serious, probably from fistfight.

Or so they all thought...

"Kazutora-kun, [name]-chan, you two are on cleaning duty today." The teacher informed right after her lesson was over. Frown formed up on Kazutora's face, probably because he obviously had better things to do than cleaning the classroom. But he didn't object.

Everyone left, leaving you two alone. The awkward silence screamed in the room, drowning every single thing you tried to say to kill the awkward in its own void. You two weren't close, not even friends. You knew nothing about him except the rumours that has been going on and on about him.

Of course, you weren't the type to believe every single rumour or judge someone because of them, hence you had no opinion on him. He didn't look like a bad guy and he was very pretty, plus his tattoo looks cool. That's all.

Both of you were doing your cleaning duties quietly, until the boy decided to break the silence. "That's pretty bad bruise."

You turned around to look at him, only to meet his back. He was cleaning the desk with his back facing you. "I fell down. Hard." You said truthfully, it's not like you had anything to hide.

"..Can you really get such bruise from falling down?" Kazutora asked yet again, as if trying to hint at something else but you couldn't exactly put a finger on what.

"Well, I was skating with my skateboard and fell really badly. So that's how I got it." You shrugged your shoulders, continuing to clean the board.

Kazutora stopped what he was doing and finally turned to you, eyeing your figure up and down before turning his back to you again with "Is that so.."

"What about you? What happened to your face?"

He stopped in his tracks, his hand clenching the wetpaper hard. "I got into fight with some assholes."

"Oh.." was all you said.

The silence fell between you two again and not wanting to be in the same extremely awkward situation with him again, you said the first thing that came to your mind. "They aren't bullying you, are they?"

Kazutora turned to face you, he was kind of confused before he started laughing. You stopped cleaning the board, wondering if what you said was funny. "bully me? I meant that they just pissed me off so I beat them up."

"O-Oh so you're bully!" You stated as if you just discovered the golden chest six feet under.

"Bully, hm? I wouldn't call myself that." He said, moving to the next desk. "Maybe I am, kind of. But only to those who deserve it."

One thing that you learned about him is to never ever piss him off, or you might as well return to home with broken jaw. Just the thought of it send chills down your spine. You turned around to clean the board again and despite wanting to say nothing, your mouth couldn't stop spilling the words out. "I don't think anyone deserves to be bullied." Kazutora turned to you again but now you were the one who wasn't looking at him. "Imagine how worried their parents must be. Seeing your kid all beat up, every parent would be worried for their child's safety."

"Every parent my ass..." He mumbles under his breath, low enough for you to not hear.

"What?"

"Nothing." He shrugged. "But not every kid has parents and if they do, they might not be all caring at all you know...Even if they're, it's not my problem."

"Still, no one deserves to be bullied. It affects them badly." You said.

"If they're willing to be delinquents, then they must except something such as that."

"You're delinquent..?"

"Huh? You didn't know?" He raised his eyebrow. "Everyone talks about how I went to juvie."

"I don't trust the rumours..." Finally, finish cleaning the board, you looked at him. "Isn't this heavy topic for you tho?"

"I have nothing to hide." Kazutora shrugged. It's true that he had nothing to hide, after all there were so many rumours going around the school about his arrest, he's sure people even made stories up about him so it was one of the famous topic to gossip about in the school.

"Even so, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I mean, we aren't even friends so, I shouldn't be asking too much questions." You scratched your head in embarrassment. What right did you have ask about such personal stuff? You two aren't even friends so it must have been uncomfortable.

"As I said, I've nothing to hide. And you're just curious." He shrugged off with a smile. His smile was too kind for someone who has been in the juvie.

"...I don't think you're a bad guy." You truthfully said. His eyes widen but he was fast to regain his composure. "Well not as bad as rumours say at least. In fact, I'd like to be your friend, if that's okey with you."

After moment of silence, Kazutora managed to mutter "sure" with ghost smile on his lips.

He probably thought that he wouldn't get any closer to you at that time, he probably thought that you just wanted something from gim, hence why he was trying to find out what but miserably failed, he probably thought that you would leave him on your own before he even would manage to get attached to you. He probably thought that, but he was wrong. Oh, he was horribly wrong and the current situation was the proof of that, him venting to you, telling you why he can't go back to his house and you letting him stay at your place and even offering him comfort.

Yeah, he hasn't fought anyone at that time, 4 months ago. He didn't got those bruises because of strangers but because of his own father, a person he was supposed to be safe with. That man was more cruel than a beast. Even juvenile hall was safer than his own home. And that killed you inside, wishing you could help him with something more but you were kid too..

Kazutora hated seeing happy families, but he started crying when he saw yours, because he truly, for once, felt like he was at home.

[mrssabinecallas]

Gekko as your Boyfriend |H.C.|

Pairing: Mateo “Gekko” De La Fuente/ GN! Reader

In which we take a dive into what Gekko would be like as your Boyfriend!

CW: Fluff, The Critters (❤️), Reader is assumed to be a part of VP

note: I LOVE GEKKO SO MUCH AND DIZZY AND WINGMAN AND MOSH AND THRASH HAVE MY HEART AND OMG IM GONNA DEDICATE MY WHOLE ACCOUNT TO THEM NOW

Ok starting off, you cannot tell me his creatures wouldn’t love you. If Gekko likes you, they like you.

(snuggles with dizzy, playing games with wingman, etc)

His love language is quality time, with physical touch as a close second.

He just wants to be around you 24/7, with you in his arms and just loving each other.

He doesn’t care what dates are like. As long as he gets to be with you and see you smile, hes the happiest man in the world.

Would def let you dye his hair, or ask you to help if he needs to dye it. He thinks it looks better when you do it (and he totally doesn’t just want to spend time with you)

Matching tattoos?

yes. matching tattoos.

Imagine he had a little heart of your favorite color on his wrist, and you had a matching one of his favorite color on yours (i’m melting)

Boba dates are a must

If you have never had boba, he is just so excited to introduce you to the world of flavors you can explore

If you do like boba, expect to have it a lot, he likes to come home and surprise you with it a lot.

Since your on the Protocol with him, you both like to train together

One time, Brimstone caught you both kissing in the commons area, he almost had a stroke.

(He had to go find Sage to tell you to both knock it off because he thought it would be awkward if he did it)

((it would be))

You’re both best friends with Neon, but you do get jealous of her sometimes.

Gekko and Neon just had this chemistry that can be mistaken for romantic, but they both assure you it’s totally platonic.

If you ever got hurt out on a mission, he would be right there to take care of you in any way he could, and vice versa.

He absolutely hated seeing you get hurt, so much so that he would jump in front of you to protect you

It was cute

Sometimes.

Once he threw himself in front of the line of fire and took a bullet to the shoulder, yet refused to get out of the way.

It was sweet, but you hated seeing him hurt as much as he hated seeing you hurt.

Sage was not happy that he was being so reckless.

In which Mateo would tell her it was his knight in shining armor moment.

I feel like he would brag about you a lot.

Like “I have the best parter in the world, they’re so caring and… ugh I miss them so much, Im going to call them.”

He wouldn’t talk to Reyna about you at first though, he was scared of her

When he did start to open up about your relationship to her, she started to like you more.

You always thought Reyna was constantly judging you, but when she came around, she protected you and Mateo like you were her younger siblings.

She secretly holds so much love for you both in that small heart of hers.

Did i mention skating dates?

They’re a must.

If you don’t know how to skate, Mateo wants to teach you so bad he literally drags you out to do it.

(It’s totally not an excuse to hold your waist as he keeps you balanced)

If you do know how to skate, y’all are constantly competing. Races, Tricks, anything you can think of, you’ll challenge each other.

You really do bring out the best in each other

Except for that one time that Mateo broke his board because he was angry you beat him…

He’s been super gentle with his gear since that day.

You also learned to let him win most of the time

welcome to my gekko arc.

I will write for other valorant agents, juuuust mostly gekko :>

My inbox is open! ask away people!!

[gerapitico]

So many people are talking about how disappointed they are in the season. I came out with the opposite feeling, and here's some reasons why: (cut because I wrote . . . 9 paragraphs on my phone about this . . . That's a lot huh)

Claire: So many people hate the presence of Claire this season and the lack of resolution. But I think it's no coincidence that the Faks spend the first half of the season establishing haunting and then make Carmy label Claire as his haunting (one of many). She haunts the story because everyone in the show expects something from her and Carmy, and they aren't getting it.

No forward progress: the first and second season deal with moving forward, at a break neck pace, regardless of the consequences. This season shows the consequences. No one grows, because The Bear, with Carmy's non-negotiables at the head, doesn't allow for growth. Everyone is stuck in the past, and some get to move through that, and others get even more stuck.

Vignettes and disconnect: the main through line is about pursuing excellence according to Carmy at The Bear. But there are a full 3 episodes fully out of step of that plot (potentially 5 if you include the last two episodes). 2 are out of time as well, with Tomorrow showing Carmy's education in kitchens, and Napkins showing how Tina ended up at The Beef. And Ice Chips is all about motherhood and breaking cycles of abuse. It's a season of disconnect, and you can take that many ways. A lot of people are talking it as bad writing, and as the showrunners fumbling the ball. I think managing a season with emotional beats and consistent themes in a non-linear narrative is so incredibly hard, and they hit so many amazing beats.

POC: I cannot speak to this, but the arguments I've seen are some of the only criticism I've agreed with in the season.

SydCarmy: yall, I've had my heart broken by ships far to many times to look at this reaction as anything more than pearl clutching. I saw how people reacted with Ted Lasso. I was here for the last season of Supernatural. So yes, I think their dynamic is cute. I also think they both have chemistry with other people, and that this season shows that they cannot work in the situation they are in now. People have complained about them losing their ASL sign, but neither of them are apologizing for anything to each other this season, so when would they even use it? Carmy used it a little at the end of last season, but Syd had totally stopped, and now so had he. Sydney is incapable of making a life changing decision (which oof, been there) and Carmy literally cannot think externally to himself. They are SO bad for each other even as friends right now, and they don't feel like end game. I know I do this too, but despite having platonic friends in my real life who I'm super close to, when I see it in fiction, I immediately see romance. And I'm working on that, because you know what I want here so so bad in season 4? Sydney and Carmen to have identities apart from each other, that can combine in a relationship (honestly I'd prefer platonic at this point) where they call each other out and support each other in healthy ways. Neither are there right now (though Sydney is WAY closer).

In all:

Some people are giving bad reviews, and I came away loving it. I hoped when I looked at the tags, I would find people excited, talking about the first episode and how it put them in a frantic trance, or how poignant it was seeing Donna sitting with the Faks while her grand daughter was born. Or maybe how with all the extreme close-ups this season, you still feel distant from the characters, because they refuse to communicate (a thing I also do and know a bunch of people that do!!!!)

A show is not a failure of storytelling if the characters don't change or develop. Sometimes the story is about being stuck, and not having a way out. Sometimes it's about the people in your life having huge, life changing events (death in the family, birth of a child, wedding of a co-parent) and being completely unable to be a part of it. And sometimes a story is messy and disconnected and cruel. Sometimes there aren't happy endings, and people do things you don't expect. That's life.

I haven't felt connect to a show in this kind of way in a long time. I got emotional from something that was said or done, or even a shot on screen, in every episode. And it was cathartic, watching a funeral where the kid didn't cry, seeing a panic attack at a party, and seeing a mother and daughter bond over something I will probably never bond with my mother over.

And there are other things I could mention, or talk about at length, but it won't change anything. It won't change people disliking the season, or dismissing it. It won't change the awe I had at chefs taking about their trade, or pea pods being cleaned, or the cinematography of the only title sequence they did all season. It won't change my want for the story to continue. But at least I got my thoughts out, so it's not stuck in me, like the apologies stuck in Carmen's throat, or the decision stuck in Sydney's head.

[despairs-memorial]

🤝 for Gundham, Mondo, Sayaka and a muse of your choice

Pro and Con for befriending my muse

Gundham

Pro: You get to feed the devas. He will trust you to give them treats and veg. It will be cute, and you will fall in love with them, especially Cham-P.

Con: It depends on if you see this at a con or not, but he will randomly send you pictures of animals and info dump about them to you in text whenever he can get the chance. Where is the con, I see you ask. Well, I'm glad you asked. The odds of him sleeping uninterrupted throughout the night are so low, and I can imagine him waking up at 4, doing this, and then crashing until 7, and if you ask me why that is, then you've never had nocturnal animals screaming at 3 in the morning begging to be let in only to run away the moment you open the door.

Mondo

Pro: You're going to get a free ride to places, granted that you can handle how he drives. If not, he's pretty handy in a workshop or garage, and he's more than all right with fixing up what you need, cooking for you, beating someone up for you, or sewing something up for you. He's good at a lot of things.

Con: You are going to end up riding his bike with him at one point or another, and if you're not Kiyotaka, you're going to wish you are just because of how insane his driving is. Will you be safe? Yes, but you're not going to think you are for the entire duration of the ride.

Sayaka

Pro: Incredibly generous and kindhearted. She'll give you merch, advice, a listening ear, really whatever she can, and all she wants in return is your earnest friendship.

Con: There is going to be no trace of this friendship online. It's not as bad as the people in a forbidden relationship with her, but she can't show favortism to anyone aside from maybe her groupmates. It's for the best, though. Her fans would want to kill you for getting too close to her, even platonically.

Sonia

Pro: She will be utterly fascinated with everything that you are super interested in. She loves to hear people infodump to her and to get involved in their interests, no matter how mundane or strange. That said, the more mundane the better, she's utterly fascinated by things like cleaning and cooking.

Con: If you're not a fan of true crime and horror, her obsession with both will be a complete con. You will end up learning quite a bit about both if you're friends with her, whether you like it or not, and her other interests? Conspiracy theories, the occult, and tv dramas. You're not escaping some kind of horror.

[henceforthidothyap]

The Uncanny Counter: Episode 1

Streaming service: Netflix

This show threw so. much. information at me in the first episode that it was hard to keep track of it all. They introduced several characters in several different walks of life and I'm really curious to see how they're all relevant to the plot and for how long.

The trio high school friend group has my whole heart! Their friendship dynamic is so wholesome and just like real friends. Their reactions when So Mun's hair started pinging around was absolutely how my friends would react to seeing my hair do that. (Sidenote, is the wavy hair a side effect of having the Grim Reaper spirit in you?) Ung-Min not wanting to tell So Mun that he's being bullied because he's afraid that their target will switch to him is absolutely heartbreaking but really illustrates how close they all are. So Mun's friendship with Ju-Yeon didn't really get as much screentime, besides when she's teasing him about his 'wet dream,' but it's clear that she cares deeply for both of the boys too. I really hope that this doesn't become a situation where Ju-Yeon's secretly been in love with So Mun forever because I'm guessing that So Mun and Ha-Na are going to have a romantic attachment at some point.

The episode didn't really tell me a whole lot about the noodle crew yet. I found it insane that they just left their restaurant with a bunch of customers in it, but maybe that's the American in me talking, since if someone tried that here they'd come back to the place being absolutely gutted. They really got their collective asses handed to them by that level three demon (which I'm guessing is the strongest level?), which was a little disappointing since they're supposed to be Grim Reapers. So far, it looks like Ha-Na's the psychic of the group since she can read minds and knows when a demon is nearby. I'm guessing that Mo-Tak's power is super strength based on the fact that he literally snapped a knife in half. I have absolutely no clue what Mae-Ok's power is, but it looks like she has a bit of enhanced strength too?

I'll be 100% honest, Cheol-Jung's death didn't really hit me that hard. It was an absolutely brutal way to die (being run through by a piece of I think rebar), but I'd known his character for all of like five minutes. Also, if your team is telling you 'Hey, this dude's dangerous, wait for backup' when they're the ones that just fought him, maybe listen to them? Your arrogance got you killed, dude. Should've waited for backup.

As always, the rich kid that acts like a dick because he doesn't get love at home trope appears in full force. The one good thing about kdramas that doesn't parallel real life is that usually these kids get what's coming to them, so I'm hoping that happens. I don't want them to die, mind you, but maybe get beat up like they were doing to So-Mun and Ung-Min. I have a feeling, since the episode ended with So-Mun accessing what I'm assuming are his Grim Reaper powers, that this will be the case. Again, I'll reiterate how much I love the clear platonic love between these two boys and their desire to protect their friend. I'm also mildly wondering if this rich kid is going to end up as a host of a demon at some point, since he seems plenty violent, full of negative emotions and it's clear he's never been told no before in his life as the mayor's son.

Speaking of the mayor, that dude seems shady as hell. Shredding a report about the radioactivity in your city? BRO. I feel so bad for that guy that lost his daughter to I'm assuming cancer from that radioactivity, and I also don't think that he committed suicide. It's a bit too neat; don't you think? Clearly, that policewoman agrees with me, since she's looking into it even after being ridiculed by her misogynistic pigs of male coworkers. I'm guessing that the policemen are in the pocket of the mayor and are dirty.

Predictions:

Rich boy becomes a host for a demon

Policemen are in the pocket of the mayor, who's shady as hell, and the policewoman is trying to clean everything up and get to the bottom of the corruption

So-Mun's Grim Reaper power is also super strength, which is a bit disappointing given that there's already someone with that power

The show keeps going, so obviously he changes his mind and decides to join the noodle crew. I'm thinking that being able to protect his friend is the turning point for this decision.

The demon that's wandering around killing people is working for the mayor in exchange for something. The demon just happened to kill the guy that was staging a one-man protest outside city hall and that was publishing things about the city's radioactivity? Come on.

Episode Rating: 9.5/10. I'm very interested to see where this goes. The plot seems solid, and I like the main character a lot so far. It loses half a point for the very petty reason of the cliche of put-down policewoman vs. sus but powerful mayor.

[staygoldwriting]

I thought of a cute idea but idk if Eddie and reader should be super close (friends to lovers) or have only spoke here and there (strangers to lovers) 😫 but it’s the last day of highschool (before graduation—Eddie’s 3rd round of senior year your 1st round) you’ve been having friends you’re close to sign your yearbook all day and you catch up to eddie last because you saved a whole page for him because he’s the most important too you.

Okay, this one brought me so much joy!!! Ugh, this is sooo fluffy, I hope you're all prepared for it 😭❤️

Word count: ~2.6k

Warnings: fluff, friends to lovers!

For @harrys-tittie 💕

🎓 Third Time's the Charm

“I can’t believe we’re done!” 

Robin pulled you into her side as you two hugged, the final bell of your high school career ringing in the distance. As you two jumped around, Eddie, your best friend since childhood, joined the group hug. 

“You see, this is why it took me three rounds to graduate! I just wanted to celebrate with you,” he winked, then gave you an innocent kiss on your head. “You too, Buckley.”

“I’m glad you’re here,” you smiled. “Both of you! And I can’t wait to graduate with you two and then have the most epic summer of our lives!”

“Oh! I need to grab my yearbook,” Robin said as she rushed to her locker. 

“Did you get a yearbook this year?” you asked Eddie. 

“Nah, I’d rather not have the reminder,” he shrugged. “Besides, the only part I want to remember is you, and we’re friends for life, so…” he trailed off, giving you a wide smile. You smiled back at him weakly. 

Friends for life. Just friends. You couldn’t remember exactly when you started to look at Eddie differently, but what stung the most was that he never saw you in any other light than his “kid friend,” his buddy that was basically a sibling to him. Throughout nearly a decade and a half of friendship, Eddie always made you feel safe and secure, but his platonic consistency poked at you. You showed up together at middle school dances “as friends,” he beat up the boys who commented on your looks, and when he asked you to prom, he had already gathered a group for you both to join. 

Eddie was oblivious, but he cared for you. For years, that had been enough, but recently, it seemed like Eddie had no idea just how special he was to you. He sometimes felt you act a little distant, but there was always an excuse: a lot of homework, a bad day at work, a teacher was being mean, your siblings were driving you crazy…

Or, you were in love with your best friend and had no clue how to tell him because it would totally wreck your relationship. A relationship that made him so happy. 

“Y/N?” 

“What, yeah?” you said quickly, trying to refocus on Eddie. 

“Do you wanna go out tonight?” he asked shyly. Your heart fluttered. 

“Yeah, I’d love to, Eddie,” you blushed. 

“Okay, cool. Yeah, um, my uncle, he wanted to take me out to celebrate, and he said I should invite you, so, if that’s okay with you, I’d really like you to come.”

You felt a tear sting your eye as your hope fizzled out, but fought it to celebrate your best friend who had worked so hard to finally graduate. You thought of Wayne and how proud he must be of his boy. Of course you were going to go. After all, no one matters more to you than Eddie. 

“I wouldn’t miss it, Eddie,” you smiled, hugging him tighter than usual. “I really am so proud of you.”

Eddie was a bit surprised, but his arms wrapped around you warmly, pulling you closer to him. His hugs were comforting, familiar, and always welcome. He had a habit of squeezing you into his chest, regardless of the hug’s purpose. Whether it was an enthusiastic scoop of a bear hug or a tight, stress-relieving embrace, an “Eddie hug” was your personal cure-all. 

“Well, you know what they say, third time's a charm," he joked. "But I really am proud of you too, Y/N/N. I love ya, girl,” he said, rubbing your back.

“Love ya too.”

“I’m back, I’m back!” Robin scrambled in, pens spilling out of her hands. She splayed her book and pens on a desk, then stepped back.

“Wow, Rob, that’s a lot!” you laughed.

“I have to have options for all my adoring fans,” she joked. “Here, find a spot and sign!”

You and Eddie stood side-by-side as you wrote Robin a note. Eddie drew a few creatures along with a short message, and you decided to keep it simple with a longer note. 

“Done,” Eddie smiled, then held his hands out to show his masterpiece. You finished shortly after and smiled at your mutual work. 

“Thanks, you guys,” Robin said, grabbing her book. “Gosh, I’m going to miss you guys so much!”

“Hey hey, we still have the summer!” you argued.

“Well, actually,” Robin smiled awkwardly, “my parents are taking me on a big road trip. I’m leaving right after graduation.”

“Aw, Rob!” you cried, hugging her tightly. “I can’t believe you’re leaving so soon!”

“I know, I know, but we’ll just have to visit each other when we settle into school and work! In the meantime, Eddie, take care of our girl, okay?” 

“Always,” he smiled, hugging you both. “And let’s hang out every night until graduation, okay? Y/N and I have something tonight, but maybe after?”

“We could have a movie night at my place, my parents wouldn’t mind if it’s just you two,” you offered. 

“That would be great, but what are you two doing tonight?” Robin asked suspiciously. 

“We’re having dinner with my uncle,” Eddie said, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “Nothing too special.”

“Well, you two have fun, I’ll see you guys! Steve told me he’s taking me out, so I’ll call your place later, Y/N, okay?” Robin said.

“Okay,” you smiled, and Robin rushed out.

“Nothing special?” you questioned Eddie in mock offense.

“I couldn’t let her in on our secret,” Eddie teased, still holding you. “Come on, I’ll drive you home from school one last time.”

You always loved your drives with Eddie, music blasting, windows open, and you two were almost always laughing. Today felt a little different, nostalgic. You leaned outside your window, gazing out at the trees and feeling the breeze. As you pulled up to a red light, Eddie looked over at you, smiling sweetly. You smiled back at him, and he gently held your hand. You felt your heartbeat quicken. You couldn’t count how many times you had held Eddie’s hand, but the added emotion and bittersweet circumstances erupted new feelings. You moved closer to him, leaning on his arm, holding it with your other hand. You both sighed as Eddie drove on.

“I can’t believe we’re never going to make this drive again,” you said sadly.

“Well, we can always go back to Hawkins High and drive home for kicks,” Eddie chuckled. You smiled as you felt his chest shake with laughter. 

“Deal,” you said. “Hey, will you sign my yearbook after dinner?”

“Sure thing. How about when we go back to my place, we can stop at the old field, how does that sound?”

“Perfect.”

-🎓-

The Munson men weren’t wealthy in any capacity, but they always made sure to look their absolute best when the occasion called for it. You three were only going to the local steakhouse, but Eddie informed you that he and Wayne would be dressing up, “including jackets,” so you decided to wear one of your fancier dresses for the night. You chose a dark blue tulle one that had skinny straps, black polka dots, and matching flats. You kept your makeup and your hair simple so that it wouldn’t look too fancy, then went downstairs to wait for Eddie. When he arrived, he came inside as usual, then talked with your parents as they congratulated him. 

“Hey, Eddie,” you smiled, emerging from the living room.

“Well, hey there, bud,” he grinned. “Ready to go?”

“Yep, let me just grab my yearbook. Bye you guys,” you waved as you joined Eddie.

As you two walked out to the van, Wayne was leaning up against it. He and Eddie were both in their best: white button-ups, black jackets and slacks, and their dress shoes. 

“Hey, missy!” Wayne smiled, opening his arms for a hug. “Congratulations on finishing high school! Great job, kiddo,” he beamed at you.

“Thanks, Wayne, I’m glad Eddie’s here for it too! Even though it took him three tries,” you teased.

“I love that wit! And you look beautiful tonight! Eddie, have you told Y/N how pretty she looks tonight?”

“Um, no,” Eddie said shyly, blushing. 

“Well, you should,” he said, clapping a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “I’ll take the back.”

Eddie’s ears reddened as he smiled awkwardly at you. Wayne climbed into the backseat as Eddie walked you to your side, holding the door.

“You, um…” he started, but you held your hand up.

“You don’t need to feel pressure to say anything, Eddie, don’t worry about it,” you tried to say casually, then sat down. Eddie sighed, closing the door. You took a deep breath as you tried to compel yourself, but your lip quaked a few times.

Dinner itself was wonderful. Wayne wanted to spoil you both, so he told you to “pick without looking at any prices,” and he asked for root beer floats for you both. 

“I really can’t tell you two how proud I am,” Wayne said as he shook his head. “And to think that when I first got custody of Eddie, that little tiny girl in pigtails that wanted to splash around in the kiddie pool out back would become his lifelong best friend. Shoot, I still can’t believe it.”

“I know, it’s been great growing up together,” you smiled, bumping Eddie’s shoulder.

“It sure has,” he smiled back. “I couldn’t think of a better person to share my life with.”

“So, Y/N, what’s in the cards for your future? You gonna stay closeby? I’m not sure Eddie could take it if you didn’t. I mentioned the possibility to him the other day, and the boy almost cried! I myself can’t imagine you two apart.”

“I didn’t almost cry,” Eddie muttered, his ears turning red again.

“I’ve cried a lot over the idea,” you said casually, encouraging Eddie to accept his emotions. “I cried when your first graduation was coming up cuz I didn’t know how I was going to get through high school without you. When you told me you failed history, I don’t think I’ve ever felt happier! That is, until you did it again,” you smirked. “But I don’t plan on going anywhere, so I’ll still be around to hang out with you both!”

“Good, I’m glad,” Wayne smiled, then nudged Eddie.

“Sorry,” Eddie smiled. “I’m really happy you’re staying too. It wouldn’t be Hawkins without my girl,” he said, rubbing your arm. 

“Yup, your girl,” you said bitterly. Eddie didn’t notice, but Wayne cocked his head to the side, furrowing his brows. You looked at him for a moment, and he nodded solemnly, then smiled and chuckled to himself. 

“Well, just be prepared, kids. I hear lots of things can change after high school.”

-🎓-

After dinner, the three of you drove back to Eddie’s house. While driving, Eddie seemed distracted. Wayne’s comment had his head spinning, and he felt confused. What did Wayne mean? Did he know something? Eddie played out all the possibilities in his mind, but they all ended up concluding that your friendship was over, that something was going to drive you two apart. You, however, took Wayne’s comment as encouragement and advice. Maybe it was about time that Eddie knew how you felt. So much change surrounded you both, so what could one more little change do? Forget it; it would be the biggest change imaginable.

You dropped Wayne off at the trailer, then drove a little way down to the field. You and Eddie would always open up the back of his van and stargaze, talking about life and your dreams. When you two were little, you used to take a blanket with you, so the van was a welcome addition. You always kept pillows, blankets, and a bucket to store snacks, making it the perfect getaway. 

You parked and opened the back like always, then kicked your shoes off. Eddie gave you his jacket, then you both sighed contentedly, smiling at each other. 

“So, your yearbook?” Eddie said abruptly, breaking your eye contact with him.

“Oh, yeah,” you said, reaching for your book and a pen, “so, I sort of have to explain first. You see, you’re my best friend and you’re so special to me, so I left you a whole page for you to write on,” you said, handing it to him. 

“Oh, wow,” Eddie breathed.

“You don’t have to fill the whole thing, I mean you can draw things or add a picture, or-”

“I’ll fill it,” he interrupted. “I-I just didn’t know you felt that way.”

“Of course I do,” you almost whispered. “You’re the most precious person in my life.”

“You’re mine,” Eddie smiled sweetly, pulling you into a hug. “Okay, let me concentrate!” he said dramatically, then began writing.

It would’ve been awkward with anyone else, just sitting in silence while Eddie wrote, but it was a familiar feeling. It reminded you of when Eddie would be scribbling his campaign ideas, then he would perk up and tell you everything that was on his mind, trying to see if the campaign sounded interesting to someone else, that it was as fascinating in real life as it was in his mind. Eddie was writing furiously, and when he finished, he sighed loudly, his breath was coming out shakily.

“Okay, I think I’m done.”

“Thanks, Eddie,” you said, reaching for your book, but Eddie drew it close to his chest.

“Can I read it to you?” he asked quietly.

“Oh, yeah, for sure,” you replied. Eddie took a deep breath and looked down at the book.

“My dearest Y/N, my girl, I can’t believe we’ve finally finished high school, and together, might I add! I am so thankful to have you in my life. You have always been there for me, always looked out for me when that should be my job. Thank you for never making me feel like everyone else does, for not making me feel like an outsider. When I’m with you, our little two-person group feels like the coolest group in the world. It doesn’t need anyone else, it’s better when it’s just the two of us. You know, everyone in Hellfire is jealous of you. It makes sense, you’re pretty cool. You’re also incredibly smart, insanely kind, and incomparably beautiful. I wish I told you those things more often, but it’s hard for me to say it out loud, which I guess is why I’m writing it. I feel like I’m going down a super cheesy path right now, but I really can’t imagine not having you in my life. I’m scared about things changing like Wayne said, but I want you to know that I love ya, I love ya a lot, and nothing is going to change that. Congratulations, Y/N/N. Here’s to graduation and the rest of our lives together. Love always, your Eddie.”

You both sat in silence as Eddie anticipated your response. Both of your hearts were beating loudly and quickly, and Eddie began to grow anxious. Finally, he had to break the silence.

“I’m sorry if it was too much, I mean, I’m sure you just want to stay just friends, but-”

You cut Eddie off as you leaned in and kissed him on the lips, suddenly and emotionally. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist, pulling you in close to him. As you drew away, Eddie blinked away some tears that were gathering in his eyes, and smiled widely.

“I guess Wayne was right after, lots of changes are coming,” he grinned.

“Yup,” you agreed. “So, Munson, whatya say? Will you be my best friend and my boyfriend?”

Eddie chuckled as he kissed you again. 

“Sounds like the best deal anyone could offer. This is turning out to be the best senior year ever."

"Well, you know what they say," you teased.

"Third time's the charm," Eddie smiled, kissing you again.

-🎓-

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[theoncelee]

I made it all of one day keeping up with Tickletober. Stellar of me I know. So here’s yesterdays fic, I’ll hopefully be posting todays as well before the end of the day. I’m not super happy with this one but hopefully someone likes it haha.

Plus my stupid SAT studying brain kept lecturing me about grammar the whole way through this one. I had to keep reminding myself that I was writing goddamn fanfiction and it didn’t matter 😭😭

Anyways enjoy!! :)

Day Two- Drawn On

Fandom: MHA

Ship: Platonic or Romantic KiriBaku (lee!Bakugou ler!Kirishima)

Warnings: this is a tickle fic. Don’t read it if you don’t like that stuff. Some capital words but no entire sentences in this one.

A Paper Alternative

“Bakubrooooo I need your help,” Kirishima whined, barging into Bakugou’s dorm room with his spare key. Which was a normal thing to have, by the way, friends did that. Bakugou lazily glanced up from his phone, where he had been casually scrolling on his bed. Couldn’t he have one hour of piece without one of those damn extras bothering him? But it was Kirishima, so of course that came out as “sure, what’s up?

“I need to practice for my art project, can I use you?” The redhead asked. “What?” Bakugou replied, utterly confused. “Don’t you have paper, shitty hair?” “Well, yeah, but I don’t wanna ruin my good art paper before I know what I wanna do!” Kirishima explained, slightly embarrassed. “Tch, fine shitty hair. Do whatever,” Bakugou relented, collapsing back onto his pillow. “Awesome, thanks bro!” Kirishima beamed. He carefully placed himself on top of Bakugou’s thighs, rolled up Bakugou’s shirt, and grabbed his pens and markers. He took his first pen and lightly touched down on Bakugou’s toned stomach, focusing on his sketch. Luckily for Bakugou, that meant that Kirishima didn’t notice Bakugou’s eyes practically bulging out of his head at the sensation. The pen tip was smooth and relentless, unlike anything he’d ever felt before. And FUCK it TICKLED. Kirishima was Bakugou’s best friend and the only one he allowed to come close enough to touch him. Bakugou hadn’t been tickled since he was really little; he’d honestly forgotten he even WAS ticklish. But fuck was that smooth pen gliding up and down his torso jogging his memory. Although, if he was more honest with himself than he wanted to be, what Kirishima was doing really didn’t feel all that bad. It was kinda nice. The only problem was keeping quiet so Kirishima wouldn’t notice.

That all changed when Kirishima started coloring. The felt tipped marker he was using tickled WAY more than the pen, and coupled with the consistency of Kirishima’s back and forth coloring motion Bakugou was DEAD. He jerked with a yelp before he began squirming for real. Kirishima looked up and saw Bakugou’s beat red face and strained smile and quickly put two and two together. His expression softened, but he decided to fake obliviousness for a little while longer. “Geez Bakubro, what’s got you all squirmy today?” he asked as he began coloring a very large shape at the bottom of Bakugou’s ribcage. “ngh, just, hurry uhup shihity hairr,” Bakugou strained, “I dohon’t have ahall day you kn-know.” Kirishima just chuckled and continued.

The biggest problem for Bakugou, was that the longer the tickle went on, the more ticklish it got. He was like a giggly bomb, destined to break if Kirishima’s incessant scribbling didn’t FUCKING STOP. When Kirishima scribbled the marker in Bakugou’s navel, Bakugou honest to god SQUEALED. With the damn broken, he collapsed back onto the bed in a fit of the SWEETEST giggles Kirishima had ever heard. “What’s the matter Bakubro? Ticklish?” Kirishima teased. And if he noticed how Bakugou barely fought back as he finished his picture, he never mentioned it.

The drawing ended up coming out stellar, a gorgeous tree with its shimmering branches reaching out all over Bakugou’s torso. And while Bakugou kicked Kirishima out of his dorm and threatened murder, he definitely dreaded having to shower the next morning and wash it off.

[songmingisthighs]

[ 11.09 ] yunho × reader (ft. ateez)

⇀ one thing he wants from his birthday. should he ask for it ?

⇁ it's f2l yunho y'all !!

⇁ HAPPY YUNHO DAY! :D

The birthday surprise was a success.

You and the boys had planned everything down to the T and thankfully, it went splendidly. At exactly 12.00 am, everyone barged into Yunho and San's room, startling the former into stubbing his toe against the side of his table where he was gaming.

Despite everyone else there, he had his eyes on you. And well, maybe the cake. But mostly you.

He felt a blush crept up his face as you crouched down, face a bit closer to him than he would like because he was afraid that you could hear how fast his heart is beating inside his chest.

"Make a wish, Yunho," you grinned at him.

In his head, Yunho had only one wish. One thing that he wants above anything else. You.

So he closed his eyes, imagining you and him being together, then he opened his eyes again and blew on the candle, making everyone cheer.

During the hour after surprising him, he felt the urge to confess. He saw how close you are with his members but he didn't feel jealous whatsoever. Not even when Wooyoung pulled you into his lap or when Seonghwa made you blush by complimenting your outfit. He found your closeness to be endearing. He loves the boys and he loves you. Platonically and romantically.

Without him realizing, he was staring at you who were talking to Jongho in a hushed tone at the other side of the room. Whatever you both were talking about seemed super secretive and he was curious. But he was more focused on how adorable you looked with your eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip between your teeth.

"Can you be any more obvious?" Mingi called out from next to him out of nowhere, making him jump up in surprise. "You should just tell her, man!" his friend chuckled, patting his back.

At his words, Yunho furrowed his eyebrows, "And risk getting rejected? I don't wanna ruin our friendship," he sighed in disappointment. Mingi raised an eyebrow at him, "Did you ruin our friendship when you told me you didn't really like my leopard print shirt?" he asked which made Yunho rolled his eyes, "That's different man, (y/n) is not a piece of clothing that can make you look like a cougar," he scoffed playfully. Mingi gasped dramatically and shoved Yunho playfully, "The ruffles adds character!" he protested, "But really, stop being a wimp and be THE BOYFRIEND," he continued and nudged the taller male towards you.

Neither of them realized that you were behind Yunho. So when Mingi nudged him, he accidentally bumped into you, making you gasp.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry, (y/n)!" Yunho said as he turned, grabbed your shoulder and looked you over to see if you're okay.

You couldn't help but find his concern beyond adorable. And frankly, you like his attention.

"I'm fine Yu, just spilled a bit of beer on me," you said, showing the cup in your hand. His eyes widened at that and he grabbed your hand in his tight yet comforting grip, "Well, let's get you a refill and clean you up a bit," he said as he led you to the kitchen area.

Before you realized what was happening, he head hoisted you up on the kitchen counter. Yunho then make a quick work to wet a paper towel to clean the part of your shirt that got splashed by beer. From where you were sitting, you were able to fully appreciate Yunho's beauty, grinning at how serious he looked. "Yu, it's just beer, I ca-" he cut you off before you could continue, "But I accidentally spilled it on you," he said, looking up at you with his sad puppy eyes, clearly feeling bad for something so minor.

You couldn't help yourself, seeing him like this, your body moved on its own. Before you could stop yourself, you had leaned down and pecked him on the forehead.

When the both of you realized what you had done, you both stood there frozen. Yunho between your legs as your hands cupped his face.

For a while, you both can only stare at each other dumbly. Neither of you knew what to do at that moment. Being stunned, confused, exhilarated, happy, and nervous mixed into one.

"Are they just gonna fucking stare at each other all night? I wanna fucking sleep, damn it," Hongjoong said.

Both you and Yunho snapped your heads towards the source of the voice only to see Hongjoong being dragged behind the walls by presumably Seonghwa. Yunho could only groan in embarrassment as you giggled at the ridiculous situation.

Yunho then turned to look at you with a sheepish smile, "Already made a fool of myself, might as well do this," he said but it sounded more like he was talking to himself. You tilted your head at him in confusion, much like a puppy's and Yunho swore his heart stopped at that moment.

He repeatedly opened and closed his mouth, unsure how to say what he wanted to say. Deciding he needed some courage, he grabbed the cup by your side, poured a freshly opened can of beer into the cup and gulped it down. At the sight, you raised an eyebrow at him, quite confused. Without thinking, you blurted out, "That's my cup Yu... You know that means we're indirectly kissing, right?"

Maybe it was his nerves or the utter bluntness of your words, but Yunho choked on his beer. He began coughing harshly, leaning on his arms that's on either side of you. Unintentionally, this allowed his head to lean against your chest. But in the middle of his coughing fit, he didn't really realized it. Though, he was brought back to reality when you began patting and rubbing his back, your chest vibrates with laughter, "I'm sorry Yuyu, I didn't mean to do that," you said mid laugh.

He looked up at you and pouted, "You can't do that when I'm trying to confess to you," he said. This time, his words surprised you, your eyes widened and mouth dropped open slightly. Taking this as a chance for him to speak, Yunho stood up straighter and his hands reached for both of yours, enveloping them in his much bigger ones. He took a deep breath before he started talking, "I... Well, I've known this for a while and I don't want to keep my feelings to myself anymore because more than anything, today, on my birthday, I would like to be your boyfriend," he confessed.

When your eyes widened, he took that as a bad sign. When really, you were surprised because you didn't expect it at all. Mere moments ago, you had just told Jongho that you wanted to tell Yunho how you felt but you didn't wanna ruin his birthday in case he doesn't feel the same.

"O-oh God, okay, you don't feel the same. Well, I mean, at least can you not give me the rejection today? As like, a birthday present to me? You know, save me feeling mortified on the day I came to this world which turns out to be a stupid thing since right now I want the ground to open up and just swallow me whole. I can befriend whatever creature lives under the earth's crust. There's video games there, right? I-I-I- I shouldn't have- no, I should tell you my feelings but maybe I shouldn't have told you that today. I'm so-"

His ramblings were stopped by you pressing your lips onto his. Yunho froze up at the feeling of your lips on his and he let out a tiny whine when you pulled away to look at him with the biggest smile on your face, "I like you too... Boyfriend," you said.

Other than your name, Yunho had never thought he could like- no, love a word so much.

Slowly, a smile broke on Yunho's face as well. He couldn't help but cup your face and kiss you one more time.

In the background, the boys screamed and cheered in support. Glad that their two friends finally confessed and they can finally tease the heck out of them. Not only because the confession was so cheesy, but because of how stupid they were. Months spent pining over each other to the boys and refusing to confess due to being afraid. The boys were so close to confessing to you both themselves, but they were glad Yunho finally did it.

But Yunho couldn't care about the rest of the boys. Not even a little bit whene he got you in his arms. Lips against his, the sound of your giggle ringing in his ears.

Right at that moment, he realized that his birthday wish came true.

[fancyfade]

Batfam relationship headcanons my edition

these are written for how each character would perceive their relationship with others, so character A may have a slightly different take on B’s relationship with them than B does on A’s relationship with them

This is also only for my 4 faves + steph maybe i’ll add on more later

Damian’s perspective:

Dick: big brother, can do no wrong

bruce: I love you but damn, if you breathe again its on sight

babs: she shouldn't give me so many orders over comms... who tf does she think she is... (should be noted when i talk about babs its always oracle babs)

tim: loser who dick hangs out with for some reason (also if they ever wind up playing video games together when they each decided it was time to hang out with dick they are super competitive about it due to both suffering from gamer disease)

jason: loser who can't pass 'are you smarter than a fifth grader'

steph: begrudging friendship

cass: a bit too awkward to be THAT close because of their each insane projection issues, but when they hang out its just... understanding vibes and frequently nonverbal

duke: begrudging hanging out/chilling friendship

Barbara’s perspective:

helena: you are projection shaped and thus my enemy. self recognition thru the other (derogatory) (she gets better tho)

bruce: I respect u but do not want to deal w/ ur shit

dick: Friend shaped (works both for dickbabs and platonic). just vibing, pretty competent, independent, work together well

tim: positive associations, protective of him

steph: did not have the same drama the prev batfam members did (bruce tim cass) with her, so she didn't actively exclude her, but also is kind of overprotective/worried at first. they do not think on the same brainwave

cass: baby  (cass hates that!). she wants to help cass but sometimes steamrolls over her and does not respect cass as a person appropriately, but the two of them do grow as cass moves out from being "mentee" to more independent and babs has to articulate what cass means to her and she can articulate her respect for cass. she definitely is protective of cass from bruce, who she is worried about being mean to her (cass)

damian: ???? I simply have bad people skills and he is hard to get along with, why couldn't he be like cass and already be 17 when we met then hed be easier to interact with

Dick’s perspective

bruce: I love u... from afar. u gave me a place ot live u forged a lot of my childhood and how i view myself.... plz don't make me come over until the holidays.... (he also is kind of protective of damian with bruce and if bruce messes up dick is like "smh i never wouldve done that")

tim: little brother. we just vibe. the clown gallery. i will always be there to protect u

damian: little brother 2.0. understanding when he (damian) is hard to understand. respectful of boundaries and very undersatnding he tries to act like he would've wnated bruce to act when he is batman to damians robin

babs: same relationship she has with him. they are chill and competent and can work togehter whether dickbabs or platonically

jason: incredible feelings of guilt over his death + anger at him for trying to kill his 2 younger brothers. I actually think dick would be anti integrating jason into the batfam if it got brought up (even if you discount btfc for jasons character, jason has attacked tim enough i don’t think you can really pretend him attacking tim is OOC)

cass: competent work buddies.

steph: is hard on her at first because the others were, didn't interact enough with her to realize it was for little reason until his time as batman. feels moderately bad about it

Cass’s perspective

bruce: you are simultaneously an unreachable ideal and someone i can beat up... sometimes u make me feel bad... very source of inspiration... later on he gets more human and less unreachable ideal but she still loves and respects him very much

babs: canonically refers to her as likea mother. she feels more stifled by babs's expecations because babs thinks cass will be happier more 'normal' and cass doesn't want to live a normal life... i think after cass goes away for a bit and comesback she and babs have a more equal, less babs feeling like she has to be in charge, relationship and cass appreciates that much better.

damian: projection shaped. that post basically where it was like "he needs to know hes not a bad person for killing people as a kid but i am a bad person for killing someone when i was a kid. these facts can coexist " she does like that he will hang out nonverbal with her sometimes tho

tim: friend but nothing super serious we can hang out and talk but no need to seek him out all the time.

steph: friend but also she does not really respect steph as an equal, creating friction (I imagine this is resolved later on). she simultaneously likes hanging out with her and her connection to peer experiences while thinking she has to protect steph

jean paul: projection shaped buddy. they relate on so much but dc is COWARDS and never let them interact post NML

duke: i hear they are friends in outsiders but sadly have not read outsiders yet 

dick: dude who hangs out with babs occassionally

Steph’s perspective

Bruce: she used to idolize him a lot but now shes like oh :/ hes just some guy :/ and he was kind of a jerk. she does still work with him well and care about him but the memories are tainted

tim: she used to look up to him a lot but the conflict they had makes it harder... when he genuinely apologizes (IIRC in red robin) they move forward and she doesn't look up to him anymore, they're just peers and can be on equal footing. they still care about each other a lot

cass: she used to look up to her a lot (sensing a theme here XD) and still does. she likes hanging out with casss but sometimes she gets frustrated with her, and they did have some friction after steph left and articulated the parts where their relationship was unequal. i also am toying around with the idea of cass being a more active mentor for her in 2009 batgirl era stuff

damian:  "he's baby shaped!" (Damian HATES that). she has a good rapport with damian  because shes understanding and she sometimes does chiller, more kid-friendly things with damian that he cant even admit he would like to do.

babs: she thinks its fun to antagonize babs sometimes, but they are genuinely friends and she appreciates babs mentorship. but also babs needs to let her mess with her sometimes lighten up jeez

[bumbleklee]

masterlist | 1k prompt masterlist | baby series

prompt: music au for @genshin-scenarios's au event :) your band plays at a bar every weekend and diluc just happens to be the bartender on shift each time

pairings: diluc x gn!reader (platonic xinyan, kaeya and childe)

warnings: nothinggg

Your music journey started with the notes app on your phone and an overheard conversation. Something about “we can go 100 miles an hour if I’m on top” and “it’s just sexual healing” and when you got home that night you got out a notebook and wrote the lyrics out.

With you on top of me And me underneath you; I bet we go a 100 miles an hour Through the ceiling ‘Cause I am numb I am numb to that feeling Looking for that sexual healing

You find Xinyan by chance. She stumbles into you and the first thing you notice is her Ramones t-shirt and you compliment her choice of music. You find out that Xinyan’s taste in music is just like yours - if not better. You note her callused fingers and by the end of the week, Xinyan is looking over your notepad full of half finished song lyrics.

“They’re poetic.” Xinyan says flatly and you can’t tell if she’s being sincere or sarcastic. But either way, she wants to be a part of whatever you created. Your bare lyrics accompany Xinyan’s bare guitar playing and soon you start playing at a local bar.

Your friendship centers around trying to fix the broken record machine in your basement and ordering takeout. Xinyan stays the night a lot, too, so much that you ask her to move in with you. It makes sense.

And while your two-man band keeps you both content, you start to feel like something is missing. Truthfully, your band would sound better complete. Xinyan agrees and the hunt for a bassist begins. Xinyan posts on social media and you stake out a nearby music store (the owner knows what you’re looking for). And one day, you find it.

Just as you were going to give up for the day, a wisp of blue hair crosses your vision and a tall man, taller than you, steps up to the front counter. From the guitar case slung over his shoulder, you know he’s the guy you’ve been looking for.

“Is your hair naturally that color?”

He cracks a smile, “What do you think?”

Falling into a steady conversation is easy. His name is Kaeya and he recently moved to the city. To your relief, Kaeya is a bass player and was even in a band throughout high school. You exchange numbers and Kaeya promises to stop by your apartment soon.

Xinyan is half-asleep on the couch when you run inside. “I found a bassist!” You grin, throwing yourself over your roommate. She jerks awake.

“Huh?” After realizing it's just you, Xinyan relaxes. “You did? That’s great.”

“You’ll like him. He has blue hair. And he’s super tall. And muscular. And has pretty eyes.”

Your roommate digs her fingers into your side and you yelp, rolling off of her body and onto the ground. “Are you in love with him or something?”

You gaze hazily from the ground, “No, I’m just happy.”

Kaeya stops by as promised and Xinyan sees what you were gushing about. He plays bass really well and you’re more than ecstatic because your band is finally starting to feel like a band.

You think about how living in the city is sometimes miserable. But living back home was even more miserable. And now that Xinyan is around, it isn’t so bad.

I could feel myself falling from an airplane I hear static when I close my eyes I imagine one day things settling And I think about what that might be like

Childe comes next. He’s Kaeya’s friend through a friend but he beats a drum set like it’s the last thing he’ll do. And he does. You like Childe. He’s loud and opinionated and when Kaeya reaches across the table to ruffle his ginger curls, Childe lets out an addicting laugh.

With your band complete, you have a sizable crowd at the bar now.

“This is a new song,” You start, adjusting the microphone nervously. “We haven’t rehearsed it a ton so pretend we didn’t mess up if we did.” The crowd laughs and it eases your anxiety. Your eyes scan the crowd, familiar faces fill your memory, until they land on someone new. The words are ripped from your mouth and you stare blankly at the man standing behind the bar. And he’s staring back at you.

Someone yells from the crowd and your cheeks warm. Xinyan laughs loudly, “This one is for whoever just stole Y/N’s heart.” She strums her guitar once and you come back to reality. That night your lyrics were more than just words. The song wasn’t written for anyone in particular but that night you pretend you wrote them for that bartender.

When the set is over, your feet betray your mind (which is screaming at you to not go over to the bar) and you’re leaning against the wooden barrier. “What’s your name?” You ask abruptly.

The bartender turns towards you and looks you straight in the eyes, “Diluc.” His hair is fiery red. He pours a drink and slides it towards you, “It’s on the house.”

Your hands cup the glass. Your band has dispersed already - Kaeya and Childe getting food somewhere else and Xinyan busy talking to a blonde girl that comes to every show. “Come sit with me,” You say, motioning to an empty table tucked away in a corner.

Diluc’s eyes crinkle when he smiles, “Fine.”

He leaves the bar and follows you to the table. He rests one flat palm on the table and you can’t help but stare at his hands because yours look half the size. “I work every time you play here,” Diluc says.

“You do?”

Diluc hums and rubs his thumb against the edge of the table.

“Are we good?”

“You sing more about your anger towards the system instead of love,” Diluc leans back in his chair. “It’s different, for sure.”

“We’re a punk band.”

Diluc smiles again, smirks almost, and you wonder if he’s trying to get inside your head. “And you must have so much experience in that field.” He motions to the Gucci belt around your waist.

“It was a gift,” You defend quickly. “You don’t know anything about me.”

He leans forward dramatically and rests his chin on his hands, “I want to.”

Your mouth presses into a thin line. Who did he think he was? First he criticizes your music and then he says you don’t have the proper experience to write the music you do. And you want to get up then, cursing your mind for tricking you into thinking there was something special about this man.

But when you shift your gaze and it lands on Diluc’s delicate face, you see his eyes are filled with genuine curiosity.

“Then get to know me.” In one swift motion, you finish your drink. “I’ll change your mind.”

And Diluc does. He gets to know that you live with Xinyan and that you moved across the country to this city. You briefly tell him about your childhood and Diluc admits that maybe, maybe, he was wrong.

You get to know Diluc too. He’s bad at talking about his feelings but it’s easier when it’s with you. He doesn’t like to drink so you don’t drink around him anymore. You don’t need to be drunk to talk with Diluc.

He comes around your apartment a lot after that night. Xinyan doesn’t mind because it means she can have that little blonde girl over too. You introduce Diluc to your bandmates and he fits like a puzzle piece. He stays the night one night and when you wake up, still heavy with sleep, Diluc’s arms are wrapped tightly around your body.

You think that maybe if you pressed your ear harder against his chest, his heartbeat would flow in whispers, telling you secrets that Diluc could never. He finds it amusing how your mind likes to create whimsical scenarios out of nothing.

“You okay?” Diluc asks, his voice raspy and sleepy.

“Mhm.” Your body feels heavy and your eyes flutter closed again. “Sorry for waking you up.”

Your legs tangled together again, your feet pressed against one another, and your breathing synced. The room is still but not small because it’s impossible to feel small when you’re with Diluc. Just his presence makes you feel bigger and better and your heart swells with new emotions.

In the morning, Xinyan would find you among the blankets and sheets, sleeping soundly in each other’s arms. She stopped at the store to pick up some new notebooks knowing once you picked up a pen, you wouldn’t be able to stop.

You are my light, no need to hide You are my clock, keep me on time You are my angel, you are my crime I’ll serve this sentence the rest of my life

songs referenced: 1) 2yl by the front bottoms 2) the plan (fuck jobs) by the front bottoms 3) peach by the front bottoms

[nothaalo]

Agent 4 headcanons because I’m sobbing and I love him so much :((

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• An absolute fucking menace when it comes to playing video games

• He is so bad it actually hurts to watch him play

• You’d think he’d be good at playing, but jesus christ

• The only games he’s at least average at is Mario kart, Minecraft Animal Crossing

• He’s such a cutie

• Like, he’ll sneak his way in anyones heart no matter what

• Puts everyones feelings before his own (give him some love pls)

• Marie’s best friend. Always flexes about it too

• “yep my best friend is actually Marie from da Squid Sisters HAH!”

• Always makes sure everyone around him feels safe and heard

• Nicest person you’ll ever meet on fucking god

• Always joins Callie when she’s going shopping because he has nothing else better to do

• He might seem like a pushover and super happy all the time but he’s serious when he needs to and will tell people to fuck themselves if he needs to

• Curses way to much

• Like so badly

• Marie once ran after him with a bar of soap because he kept cursing in front of a whole room of kindergarteners

• Is surprisingly very good with children, but never wants to have his own because they’re “Too much”

• Lowkey wants children but never tells anyone

• Favourite bands are Diss-pair and Sashimori

• Super close with all the agents and captain 3. He loves all of them dearly

• Lowkey has a crush on Agent 8 but shhh you didn’t hear it from me

• Had a feeling that Agent 8 and Captain are a thing but never said anything

• Fucking freaked out about Deep Cut and swore that Big Man was his soulmate (Platonically)

• When he met Big Man he got so happy he nearly scared Big Man to death 💀💀

• Apologised so many times 😭😭

• He is so clingy it’s insane

• ^Constantly shits on Captain 3 for what^ Marie told him in Splatoon 2

• Almost got beat up 3 times while walking around Splatsville (Had to get picked up by Marie all three times and got scolded every single time)

• Is the only agent with a working sleeping schedule

• Since Agent 4 and Agent 8 live together he’s tried helping her with her sleeping schedule, but she always ends up messing it up 😭

• Agent 4 is the only agent who can cook (not including the squid sisters)

Bonus 8 headcanon

• Agent 8 is banned from the kitchen because she almost burned the house down one day so she always has to ask Agent 4 to cook for her

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• Has no fucking clue whats happening half the time but is just happy to be there

• Constantly gets called an airhead by everyone in the Squidbeak splatoon but is actually the smartest one there 😭💀

• Has Autism, ADHD and Dyslexia

• Left handed but constantly tries to write with his right hand

• Thought he was gay but Agent 8 made him go “Woah, wait”

• Transmasc and Bisexual

• He/Him king

• Fucking despises pickles but loves cucumbers

• Loves cats

• Japanese

• Goes by Asher or Ash

• Golden retriever boyfriend energy

• Favourite food is lasagna

• ^Had a Garfield hyperfixation^

• Loves Minecraft sm

• Made a server for the Squidbeak splatoon (even invited Craig Cuttlefish)

Thats it for today! Hope you enjoyed the Agent 4 Headcanons :]

I might do the others but no promises