#he was such a sleeper hit its not even funny

[sharlaynyans]

bg3 is going well

[deadsetobsessions]

Danny no longer has a haunt. So… he decides to find another one. And while he technically has a whole world (other dimensions aren’t an option because he’s going to stay near where Jazz’s grave is, damn it) there’s only a couple of other places with enough ambient ectoplasm to sustain him. Nanda Parbat, Tokyo, and Gotham.

Nanda Parbat had a weird old musty immortal that kept trying to summon him and exchange power for the ability to “take a worthy body and rain as much destruction” as he’d like. As if Danny would need a body to bring the world to its knees.

Tokyo… it’s too far from Jazz’s grave. He could ask Wulf or even open his own portal but when Danny tried it out, Tokyo was too peaceful. Obviously there’s crime, but nothing… nothing big like Danny’s used to.

Danny ends up picking Gotham, even if the sewer zombies and the weird group of rich fruit loops with an adoption problem creeps him out. So, he destroys the portal, packs up his parents’ house and sells it, and hauls ass to the cesspool calling his name. His family’s stuff is stored respectfully in a vault located on the deepest parts of his personal haunt in the Infinite Realms.

And honestly, he’s doing better. Sure, he’s got a shitty apartment near another revenant’s almost-haunt and he feels like he’s drowning all of the time, but Danny isn’t in danger of turning into Dan, he’s catching up on royal paperwork, and he’s got like a job as a barista. In his own coffee shop that paid for using his parent’s money (who, despite their hazardous everything, made a crap ton of money off of their more normal inventions).

Gotham’s got some pretty interesting local gangs, most of which respected the sanctity of Danny’s cafe. Sure, they tried blowing it up and tried extorting money from him in the form of “protection costs” but after three months of failure, they gave up.

(Really, the local gangs gave up when they saw him take three shotgun shells to the chest and continued to work.) (They didn’t know it never hit him. Intangibility is extremely useful.)

The Rogues, on the other hand, just gave Danny flashbacks. Their gimmicks are different, sure, but after years of Box Ghost, Skuller, Lunch Lady, etc., Danny’s more than done with costumed villains. They don’t bother him either. Some of the reason is probably due to Harley and Ivy, who had walked into the cafe and (because they were bruised and scratched up from a fight) triggered Danny’s mother hen tendencies. They were promptly fed and watered and caffeinated and their hyenas were also similarly taken care of. They declared the cafe under their protection and that was that.

Red Hood stops by, and begins to interrogate him. But when Danny met his… helmet eyes? The crime lord paused, paid for his coffee, and sat in a corner table of the cafe for the rest of the day.

And he kept coming back?

But Danny figures it’s because Hood was a revenant and people who had come close to death tends to feel more comfortable around him.

(Considering this is Gotham where people almost die every other day? Yeah, he’s pretty much friends with everyone. Or at least, less likely to get shot.)

(Hood does stay because of the King’s presence and the Pit calming itself, but also Danny’s hot and he’s got a sleeper build and Hood definitely did not imagine himself in the place of the heavy box he saw Danny lift effortlessly onto a table. No.)

But of course, the peace couldn’t last forever. But by then, Danny was so antsy, he welcomed the trouble with open arms.

It starts with a clown. Danny knows who he is. He knows who Danny is.

So, Danny has no idea why the clown thought it would be a good idea to aggravate the owner of Gotham’s official neutral grounds. See, Clovkwork? Danny’s learned how to gauge his own political importance!

“HAHAHAHAHA! COME OUT, DANNY-BOY! LET ME TELL YOU A JOKE!”

Danny comes out and grabs a chair, and with a flat expression, says, “you’re not funny and I hate clowns.”

And then he swings and slams the chair into the Joker’s face. Over and over again until Danny’s sure the clown won’t get back up. The thing about Gotham’s outdoor chairs is that they’re mad out of steel and are bolted down to the ground to prevent undedicated thieves (dedicated thieves can and will steal the bolted down steel chairs). The Joker’s hired muscle just watched this scrawny twenty-something year old yank the steel chair and take some of the fucking ground and the bolts with it and beat the fuck out of their boss who is the literal Joker.

They surrender on the spot and is taken to jail. Danny just smiles at the officers who come by and since he’s got pretty privilege and they don’t want to mess with the guy who, again, owns one of Gotham’s official neutral ground and also beat up Joker without breaking a sweat, the officers just lets him go with a warning.

And then the bats comes, and wow, Danny’s playing mentor to a formally dead person again!

But before that, the Red Hood asks for an autograph on the Gotham Gazette article with a picture of a tired Danny standing over Joker’s prone body. Then Hood stammers through asking Danny out (which Danny said yes to because he’s tired, not blind, and Hood is built like a brick house and HOT).

Batman interrogates him. Danny, who can tell that this man needs therapy and is Sad TM, tells Bats that Danny’s died before and that’s why he’s like this. He also calls Batman a furry, but like in a nice way. And then he kicks Batman out with a coffee and a file on Nanda Parbat.

Now, Danny’s got a date to prepare for and he realizes that maybe this is what Jazz wanted for him- to be happy and mostly safe and happy. (Or, happier, he thinks. It’s been a long time since he’s been truly happy, but this might be a good start)

[cherry-romper]

What they're like

+ Kafka, Reno, Iharu, Haruichi, Aoi, Hoshina, Gen

Kafka;

What a fucking himbo

Is so incredibly dedicated to his dream it's so admirable but can be a yapper about it - mostly to do with Kaiju anatomy, his yap sessions end with everyone scrambling to take notes.

Isn't aware of how much people respect and care for him.

Sometimes can be a little overbearing, he DOES NOT have an inside voice. Reno and you often keeps him in check but he insists he's not talking loud.

Tells the DUMBEST jokes: "What two words, when combined, hold the most letters?" Then he'd piss himself telling everyone it's "post office"

Is unaware of his improving strength and tends to expect things to be heavier than they are and ends up launching things across a room.

Sometimes gets withdrawals from quitting cigarettes, especially after a stressful day and can get kinda irritable, but being around you and his friends helps curb the cravings. 

Reno;

Opinionated, always willing to give out advice but doesn't often give it without being asked.

Loves doing things for people. Will go out of his way get people stuff if they need it but also knows how to put himself first.

Often quiet in social situations, more of a people watcher than pleaser

Very focused of improving, you can often find him in the training room or library when he has free time

Pushes people to do their best.

Is so down to help people if they ask him no matter what it is.

Once he's started something he'll see it through no matter what.

He's stubborn to a fault

Iharu;

Hot headed but level headed

Easy to talk to, but often only talks about work - kinda to be expected.

Lightens up every room he's in

Doesn't like to see his comrades down in the dumps so will try his hardest to put a smile on their faces

The hypeman of all hypemen

Smart asf, doesn't need help studying but is so down for group study sessions

Can be quite envious of others constantly improving, sometimes you'll find him staring off Into space thinking about improving, lost in deep thought - often he won't even notice you till you shake him out of it, he will shout at you for "not announcing" yourself.

 Can be quite flirty on and off the field but mostly when his adrenaline is pumping. Back and forth banter and teasing insults do something to him.

Haruichi;

Rich boy with really good manners

Cares about his comrades and treats them to meals when they all have the time

Has a skincare and haircare routine

Sleeps with a silk pillow

Absolutely loves having little rivalries with people, it pushes him to be a better fighter.

Completely dedicated to the force but the reservations about his family and the company he'll inherit one day sometimes hold him back from giving his all.

Takes mental notes on how the suits could be improved while he's fighting.

Aoi;

Built like a brick.

Abs like a washboard.

As dense as his body is, he's very agile and quick to move.

Heaviest footsteps known to man

He absolutely loves his peace and quiet, though he's used to having to share his space and time.

Is big on respect but it's something he believes should be earned and not given.

Being ex-military, he's BIG on routines. Doesn't realise he even has one but you've noticed his little patterns.

Light sleeper, but quick to fall asleep. Once his head hits the pillow he is OUT.

Hoshina;

Is terrifying when he's serious and knows it. He loves pretending to be serious to scare people, he finds their reactions hilarious. 

Finds everything funny. Will laugh just to fill silence. 

Always smiling, its almost uncanny. 

Loves his comrades but isn't one to admit that. 

Sometimes he'll go quiet in social situations and just watch everyone messing around, those little moments are his favourite and he treasures them.

Will linger over peoples shoulders when they're studying then make disappointed faces at their work, known nothing they wrote is wrong, he just finds it funny that he made them paranoid. 

Narumi;

Will only give you the time of day if you're good. If you're average or below when it comes to combat, he will not even know your name.

Egotistical beyond comprehension. 

Cocky and sarcastic, gets away with talking back because he's the strongest. 

Adores back and forth teasing. If you can match him in combat he expects you to match him in wit too. 

Finds comfort in his own mess, reminds him he's still alive (he's just lazy)

Likes making little nooks/nests out of pillows to sleep/game in. Also a big fan of pillow forts.

[yammpi3]

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑩𝑨𝑲𝑼𝑮𝑶 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺.ᐟ.ᐟ ⋆.˚

NOTES— Just some random head cannons about Katsuki Bakugo ;3 Will probably write something on a few of them in the future..

When he's wearing his hearing aids he will purposely take them off as you ramble and pretend he’s listening by answering like: “mhmm” “no, no yeah” “totally”

I like to think that he's not a natural blonde but actually a brunette who bleaches and tones his hair just to look more like his mom.

He goes into his dorm room to “sleep early” but in reality, he stays up late using his phone.

He's the type to nudge, push, hit you when he actually laughs at one of your jokes

Since his hearing is impaired..whenever he listens to music inside his dorm room its always at maximum volume. Despite the UA dorms being soundproof you can still faintly hear it through the walls.

He HATES celebrating his birthday, he thinks its too corny and unnecessary but you and the rest of the class do it anyways.

When the opportunity is right he makes “that's what she said” jokes since he finds them a bit funny.

He hates physical touch but makes a SMALL exception for you. But when he deems it to be too much for him he’ll gently push you off and roll his eyes. “Okayy..knock it off" "That's enough"

He would invite himself into your dorm room, but god forbid you come into his without his permission.

When he invites you to cook with him he doesn't mean help him prepare the food, he just wants you to sit prettily and watch him cook.

He pretends to act annoyed but secretly loves it when you eat whatever he makes.

Just because he tolerates you doesn't mean you've escaped the name-calling.

He would be a heavy sleeper because of his hearing impairment, so if you wake him up he would get a bit startled but quickly change his demeanor so you won't see view as “weak.”

He has a secret sweet tooth and will secretly indulge in sugary snacks, but he'll get defensive and deny it if you catch him.

Has a strong habit of aggressively correcting others grammar or pronunciation, even if its just a minor mistake.

He's a bit of a germaphobe and would go out of his way to avoid touching things or shaking hands with people.

He hates the rain, not only because of his quirk but because of the thunder that sometimes comes with it. His hearing aids amplify the sound which forces him to take them off completely. Leaving him feeling a bit vulnerable.

He also hates the fact that bad weather makes his hearing aids malfunction. The static and cutting out frustrates him to no end.

He turns into such a geek when you talk about video games, heroes, and manga. When he notices how nerdy he starts to sound he shuts up completly.

Has an inferiority complex but..also a superiority complex somehow..??

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[isa-loves-you]

Touching | The Group Chat Headcanons |

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Isaac:

Isaac isn't big on touching, but he doesn't push away from it when you offer it

Most of the time when he shows physical affection its little things.

Whenever he sits next you on the couch hell pull your legs over his lap, or whenever you guys are in a crowded place in public he will hold your wrist or keep a hand on your shoulder so you guys don't get separated 

Sometimes when isaac drinks he gets playful, which means be expected to be picked up and body slammed on your guys bed 

Nothing too hard though, he once tried to pick you up bridal style and spin you around but once he started to spin your hand hit a nearby wall and he felt so bad. He thought you were going to die

This man is a horrible sleeper. its either he sleeps sprawled all over the bed and almost kicking you out of the bed.

or he's clinging on to you for dear life.

Nick: 

Nick loves physical contact. He can't get enough.

Whenever he has an excuse to touch you he does

When you guys are in public he interlocks your guys arms because he doesn't like how sweaty his hands get from holding hands.

If you ever see those couples that act too touchy while waiting in a line. That's you and him.

He melts whenever you hug him and also scratch his back a little bit

Since nick wears a lot of hats, and also wears headphones majority of the day he will do anything you want if you rub or scratch his head

Nick likes cuddling when you two are watching a movie or just laying on the bed but not when he's going to sleep

You guys usually fall asleep facing each other and having your legs intertwined together

Yumi

Hes doesnt like being touched by a lot of people and it's gotten worse when he moved into the group house

He pretends that he doesn't like it when you touch him but you both know he secretly loves it

In public he will put his arm across your shoulders so you guys can walk at the same pace

If he doesn't do this you will be left behind. He walks too fast

He does like it when you put some form of weight on him, he feels more grounded

Usually it when he's laying in bed scrolling on his phone and your laying on top of him also watching his phone

But you can't lie facing him when you do this. He freaks out if he feels you breathing on him

Since he's a big man he likes it when he's the big spoon

if you wrap your arm around him and hike your leg onto his hip he's asleep in not time

Tanner:

Tanner is like nick, he loves affection

He's a very giddy person so whenever you hug him or touch him in anyway he's happy 

He likes holding your hand, but he thinks its funny when he finds new and weird ways to be close to you in person

God this man is built like one of those buff teddybears, i will die a fulfilled solder being suffocated by his boobs🫡

Whenever you two are relaxing on his bead or watching a movie he will find his way to put his head in your lap and you scratch his head or eyebrows

He usually falls asleep like that so he makes sure your not moving

Tanner likes falling asleep on his stomach so that means your his mattress 

Larry:

Larry is very carefree about touching he neither likes it or dislikes it.

He likes holding hands the most of all, nothing can beat a classic

Even if you think that physical affection is the most a couple can do to show love, your wrong Larry finds other ways.

He thinks doing activities or just hanging out with you is the most loving thing people can do.

However, Larry does like it when he sits on the floor in between your legs and style his hair in different ways.

Since Larry has a hard time falling asleep at night that means you are up a lot of nights too

Most of the time you fall asleep before Larry does, but you always wake up with him laying right next to you.

You spend a good portion of your morning taking .5 pictures of him asleep.

[number1jaymerrickhater]

Marble Hornets sleep headcannons bc I’m bored in math class

Jay

Jay is the type of guy who can sleep anywhere, at any time. It doesn’t matter where, when, or how uncomfortable the position is if he wants to sleep he will.

In college Jay was kinda known for being found sleeping in weird spots. At least once Alex found him passed out in a closet.

Definitely a stomach sleeper.

Despite being able to sleep in the loudest conditions (he could sleep next to a highway and be fine) he can’t sleep if its too quiet.

He’s so used to noise that he just can’t sleep in a silent room.

Doesn’t snore but will talk in his sleep.

And not just random mumbles bros having whole ass conversations with himself while he’s asleep

Alex records it to use as blackmail material because he finds it funny

Alex

Alex is the complete opposite

He needs 12 blankets, 4 pillows, and the perfect amount of background noise in order to sleep

One of those blankets is definitely a weighted one

Unless he passes out from pure exhaustion he can not fall asleep in a moving vehicle

Side sleeper, he doesn’t have a specific side he sleeps on but generally prefers to sleep with his back to a wall.

Bro is fighting demons in his sleep or something because jesus fucking christ does he move

Sometimes shoots of Marble Hornets would run late and everyone would just crash in Alex’s living room slumber party style.

Even though it was his house Alex would still join in sleeping on the living room floor bc friend bonding and shit he also would have felt like an asshole if they all slept on the floor and he slept in his bed

Everyone quickly learned not to sleep next to Alex unless you wanna deal with him kicking your ass while you sleep.

Alex would obviously feel bad and apologize but that didn’t stop them from mildly bullying him about it.

Tim

Tim sleeps like the dead.

He has insomnia so falling asleep is hard, but once he’s out he’s OUT

Nothing short of a world ending event could wake him up once he falls asleep.

This meant he was usually stuck sleeping near Alex because no amount of kicking could ever wake him up

He isn’t loyal to any sleeping position. He rotates like a hot dog when he’s trying to fall asleep.

He snores.

Not super loudly or anything but loud enough for it to be noticeable.

He isn’t a huge fan of blankets because he doesn’t like feeling trapped or confined.

He sleeps with a single thin blanket, a single pillow, and thats it.

Him and Alex get into frequent debates over how many blankets is the correct amount.

“What the fuck are you doing with 8 blankets? How do you not suffocate?”

“Well how do you not freeze to death under your single blanket that’s thinner than dollar store toilet paper?”

“Its called heat, its this fancy new invention you turn on to keep your house warm.”

“It’s not just about warmth its about being comfortable. How can you be comfortable with one blanket.”

He sets a million alarms in order to wake up in the morning

Brian

His sleep schedule is so normal its disturbing.

He gets exactly 8 hours every night, goes to bed and wakes up at the same time 7 days a week.

Sleeps on his back with his arms on at his sides.

Doesn’t move, doesn’t snore, he just lays there.

Multiple people have made jokes about him looking like a corpse when he sleeps

He is one of those weirdos who actually goes to sleep and wakes up refreshed???

Can not stay up late.

If he needs to pull an all nighter for something he needs an entire pot of coffee because once it hits a certain time his body just clocks out on him.

He got his body on such a good schedule that he doesn’t even set an alarm anymore, he just naturally wakes up on time

He didn’t get a healthy sleep schedule of his own free will, he’s just the type of guy who can’t function if he gets less than 8 hours

Drools in his sleep.

[chocsra]

general chuuya hcs bc hes bbg

he has long ass natural eyelashes and gets insecure cus of it (since he feels uncomfy bc of his height and feminine proportions), so he tried to rip them off once but koyo stopped him

i think its canon but genuinely practices in the mirror for anything and EVERYTHING AND ITS SO FUNNY

his smirk is 50/50, its either really attractive or really cringe (isa joke)

wears robes at home

hes awkward w kids

when he watches movies he overexaggerates everything and is extremely overdramatic

self conscious ab his fashion will ask for advice all the time

hes really fun to be w and most of the time he asks like an ass (affectionate)

^^ likes calling friends/subordinates affectionate insults like "dumbass" as u can see w dazai and mackerel

sometimes he can get rly mean tho 😒

hit him w the "why are you so mean to me"/"dawg what did i do to you 🙁" and he'll instantly feel bad

enjoys banter and finds intelligence attractive

wears elevated shoes

i feel like the way he talks can come across as flirty to some people, so like hes not a womanizer hes just being nice in a cocky way so its like, "hey ya look nice in that, wear that more, yea?" so sometimes yall just be talking and ur like "what are we"

his music taste is either romantic jazz or rock.

cracks his knuckles a lot

also always has back pain from his horrid sleeping positions??

hes a messy and chaotic sleeper

likes taking pictures of the sunset

his social media account is surprisingly normal - he def posts the most on instagram

^^ his captions to his posts would be smth corny like "what a wonderful evening"

sings when hes drunk to you

knows how to moonwalk

teen chuuya hcs:

tried to be a streamer when he was 15

collects jordans

caresses his motorcycle randomly

told everyone he was gonna start collecting wine and noone believed him

prefers calling over texting

before koyo knocked some sense (and fashion) into him he gave frat boy energy

genuinely loves guitar (electric or acoustic)

WILL SERENADE YOU

music is like one of the only things that can calm him down

but not like just the calming music, yk how sometimes theres sm noise so you need to put really loud music to drown it out? thats him

[beanghostprincess]

Buggy’s bed is probably full of pillows. An objectively luxurious beast of furniture. And yet he sometimes feels something is missing at times, so he keeps adding even more. Finest silks, the softest and nicest cotton you can afford, sheets that are so smooth and comfortable getting into bed feels like slipping into lotion.

And yet he sometimes thinks back on tangled limbs at night and stolen sheets. Elbowing someone half asleep to give back the blanket, only earning a grunt from his bunkmate. More often than not starting a fight, but also more often than not settling into a compromise, holding each other close under the covers, falling asleep with someone’s head on his shoulder or his forehead touching someone else’s. More often than not waking up cheek to cheek and red strands of hair in his face, getting a full dose of morning breath and grimacing, but not pushing that person away when he turns around to doze a bit more, their arm wrapping around him and pulling him closer with a sigh as soon as he stills again. Suddenly his bed with its luxurious bedding and massive size feels oddly cold even insuring summer nights.

Less angsty afterthought: after reuniting Shanks will always try to scooch closer to Buggy in his sleep, even tough Buggy is a very active sleeper and having a double Kingsize means he basically moves across the entirety of the bed at least once a night. Shanks has often woken up in a haze, noticing his precious clown is no longer right next to him. Despite his state he wasted no time locating him in the landscape of pillows, wading trough satin comforters and scaling the mountain of throw pillows just to be reunited with his love again. He usually manages to wake Buggy up, ignores the pissed glare he receives and shoots him a sleepy smile and hits him with a mumbled „Hiii❤️“, before Buggy scoffs and lets him scooch closer so they can spoon again.

haha you're so funny such a funny ask haha i'm so happy haha

My heart is completely shattered. The whole description of how they used to sleep together made my heart drop. Why would you do this to me??? It's just- It's so beautiful. I'm taking the soft ending you wrote there, honestly. I want Shuggy cuddling and Shanks pulling Buggy close. I want Shanks kissing him all over his face to wake him up. I want Buggy to stare at sleeping Shanks for hours before realizing he's awake and slapping him. I want them to kiss softly right after waking up, have lazy make-out sessions, and enjoy every second they have together. I want Shanks to run his fingers through Buggy's hair and Buggy embarrassingly falling asleep right away with that. I am completely heartbroken after this and I need them to be in love so happy so desperately it hurts.

[abbyslev]

𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺

A/N: i hope everyone enjoys these hcs ab my wife!!

Hange LOVES you. like half of what they do revolves around you

will ramble on and on about their research and experiments while you listen and learn 

tea party

you fall asleep on hanges couch in their office waiting for them to finish

levi calling you “Hange’s brat” 

If you’re a scout, Hange wants you right by their side at all times

If you’re just a civilian or part of another group, she always comes and checks up on you after work 

teaches you how to fight 

“where’d i put my glasses babe:(”

“hange do you like titans more than me? please come to bed.” “…maybe.”

hange gets all flustered and excited to see you 

CRUSHED by hanges hugs 

kisses all over the face with a big smile. “I missed you so much!” ft. Levi side eyeing you guys

when hange gets overwhelmed or tired they like to have you play with their hair and talk about anything but work

needs to be comforted sometimes 

likes when you cook, especially after a really long day where they just wanna go home 

“HAVE YOU SEEN MY EYEPATCH PLS IM LATE” 

sleeps either in a tank top and underwear or wears this ridiculous nightgown, no in between 

doesn’t wear her eyepatch around you sometimes <33333

“you have something on your glasses” “ITS NOTHING ” 

secretly embarrassed 

will talk about their work without realizing it 

double checks your gear is ready to go

tea nights while she has a meeting with Levi

can’t keep her hands off of you like

always holding you hand or even just having fingers interlinked 

LOVES YOUR THIGHS LIKE THATS HANGES PILLOW FR 

cuddling like all the time 

hanges hair is so soft like bro what’s your secret

likes to grab your face and squish your cheeks 

“Hange stop” “But you’re just sooooo cute”

hange does this thing where you go through the door first and she places her hand on your lower back

hange is a pretty clean person so your room isn’t a mess

Hange is a wild sleeper fs 

one time she left her glasses on and she broke them 

literally drinks tea and coffee like their life depends on it

you and moblit team up against hange fr

hange tries not to get upset around you but they get frustrated while doing work sometimes 

is quick to apologize when they get snappy 

LOVES those cadets like they’re her own kids

wears that suit and gives you a look

lots of “yes commander” in bed;)

hange literally dies when you call them handsome/ pretty 

“are you fr “yes hange”

when levi gives you something from hange hes like “Shitty glasses told me to give you this.” 

hange thinks it’s funny to poke you when you’re busy 

she gets these random burst of energy 

when she becomes the commander after erwin passed she was almost never home 

“hange, you can stop doing reports.” “would erwin stop?” 

she would also apologize because hange is a gentleman

when she lost moblit she thought she wanna gonna lose you too

hange is stressed

stressed hange = frustration sex

hange denies this but their cheeks get red when they see you

that black odm gear on hange… yeah

hange got mad bc yelena tried to hit on you

hange makes you follow them everywhere bc people are starting to betray each other and she cannot lose you 

Hange is so protective like they WILL die for you

overall hange> anyone

[pinkiipeachiikeen]

The Intruder (Osamu Miya x F! Reader Crack fic)

This was supposed to be a part of a larger story but I then realized that the only part of the story that I liked was this part so.. Enjoy!

Quick summary since this one is short: What do you get when you have a heavy sleeper, a twin brother with boundary issues and a sleep deprived, caffine high college student with a broom?

Chaos.

Complete and utter chaos. 

---This is a repost from my previous acc Pinkipeachiikeen (one 'i' after pink, not two like my new one) Keeping up with two accounts was too much so I decided to merge it into my main (was formerly pansexualproblemchild) and keep the name for the most part

Content warnings: Swearing and Violence with broom from a over caffinated y/n, VERY BRIEF mentions of creepy neighbors and serial killers. But seriously, its a crack fic yall. Have fun.

WC: 2090

Osamu has always been a heavy sleeper. He always saw that as one of the ways the gods compensated him for cursing him with the snoring bear he has for a twin brother. That or he’s just grown accustomed to sleeping in the roughest of places, whether it be the bunk under Atsumu or on a rocky bus ride with 10+ teenage  boys. His sleeping  habits haven’t been a problem since he was eleven and Atusmu decided to draw on his face with colorful sharpies. Let's just say Atsumu was afraid to sleep for the next week and a half, while Osamu  slept like a baby. The decadcade+ since then has been nothing but peaceful sleeping,

Well, until now, that is.

He vaguely remembers being shaken, but he didn’t really think it was anything to interrupt his beauty sleep over. He kind of just wrote it off as unimportant or maybe he possibly even dreamt it.

But those screams and grunts from his living room were definitely real and not dreamt. 

Osamu bolted out of bed and sped out to the living room, flicking on the light to find….

You, his lovely roommate of a few months in your favorite pikachu onesie, the one you showcased to him before he went to bed, declaring it your new favorite study tool since it's ‘comfy enough to cram in without passing out!’ before chugging at least two monster energies. He expected you to be asleep by now, but it wouldn’t be the first time you pulled an all nighter studying. He learned the hard way  to leave you alone when you get in your studying binges after you quickly snapped at him after he  asked a simple ‘hey you good?’. You apologized later with some snacks, but he definitely learned his lesson. What he didn’t expect was his twin brother being there as well.  It wouldn’t be too odd, since his brother drops by unannounced from time to time using the key under the mat to crash whenever he’s in town (despite  his complaints about it) , except  for the fact that

… you were beating him.

With a broomstick. 

“What the hell is going on here?!” He bellows.

The both of you freeze, looking like you’ve both been caught with your hands in the cookie jar. A subtle wave of nostalgia passed through him, the scene reminding him of  when their mother would catch them fighting over their nintendo when they were both supposed to be asleep. Osamu never thought he would feel like the mother in that situation, especially at  the ripe age of 24, with two adults the same age as him on the other end, and half expected you to say ‘it's all his fault!’ or ‘he started it!’ 

What he wasn’t expecting was “Why are there two of you?!”

Illusion shattered. “Huh?”

Atsumu uses your confusion to his advantage and snatches the broomstick out of your hands. “Aha!” he cheers. “Try hitting me now bitch!” 

You look at your hands, in all your sleep deprived glory, just now processing the lack of your (makeshift) weapon, then shrug, pulling your first back causing the onesie sleeve to slip down your shoulders

“ahtahat!,” Osamu chants, pulling your arm back like a mother telling their toddler ‘forks don’t go into the electrical socket’ “As funny as it would be to watch my brother get his ass kicked by pikachu I really don’t wanna tend to your injuries at two-something in the morning and you don’t need to get injured before that big test of yours.” He shares, creating some distance between you two. You murmur in agreement as Atsumu deflates from his defensive stance. “She’s really not this violent at all.” he reveals, trying to placate the situation. “A real ‘save the spiders, don’t squish them’ type of person, y’know?.” 

“Yeah, tell that to the broomstick shapes welts on my body!” he retorts. “You need to get your side piece a leash, goddamn.” 

“Excuse me?!’ You shove past Osamu to look at the bleach  blonde double. “Bitch I live here, and I ain’t no one's side piece. I don’t care whose face you have, don’t sneak into my apartment if you don’t wanna get whacked asshole!” 

 “And you!” you turn to point to Osamu. “Since when do you have a twin brother?!”

“Since when did you start rooming with a girl?” his brother pipes in. 

Osamu looks at  you with wide eyes. “What? Slow down.” he rubs his forehead. “It's too early for this.” he mutters. “Atsumu, Y/n has been my roommate for like four months now, Y/n I told you I had a brother before. I complain about him 24/7 and there's a photo of us together hanging up at Onigiri Miya.”

“Wait-” Atsumu cuts in,turning to you. “How do you know my brother's face and not mine? I’m literally famous.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.“Atsumu Miya? The setter for the MSBY Black Jackals?” 

You shake your head. “Dude, I get winded going up the stairs, there's no way i'm interested in sports outside of the occasional gay anime, thank you.” 

Atsumu looked absolutely appalled as Osamu covers a laugh with a cough. “And you mister!” you point at him. “First, you complain about your brother like he’s a prepubescent tweenager, I thought he was still in middle school, not grown.”

Atsumus mouth only widens in offense and disbelief. 

“Second, I go to Onigiri Miya to eat, pick up food to eat, or to help clean occasionally. I don’t look around.” 

Atsumu pouts. “Just what have you been saying about me?” 

“Oh no, I'm not done with you, bleach blonde!” Atsumu fiddles with his ends in defense. “I don’t care how big of a deal you are in the sports world, you don’t have the right to sneak in unannounced in the middle of the night!”

“I didn’t know he had a roommate!” 

“Doesn’t matter! Still rude AF. I thought you were a serial killer or something.” you retort.

“So, you think there's a potential serial killer, so your first thought is to grab the broom.” Osamu says slowly. 

Your face reddens. “W-well I wasn’t just gonna do nothin!”

“But a broom?” 

“Y’know what? I haven’t slept in 38 hours, and the only things keeping me up are the ungodly amount of caffeine I ingested, true crime podcasts, and the blessing of whatever god is taking pity on my grades right now. Rational thinking has vacated the building hours ago.  Y’all are just lucky I didn’t grab a knife!” You almost whisper shout- which Osamu learned from his mother is scarier from a woman then any screaming can be. Shouting is just irritation, or frustration, but whisper–shouting? Nothing made the twins  straighten up  quicker. 

“I, for one and VERY grateful, thank you very much.” He quickly adds. “In my recent first hand experience, being whacked with a broom is very painful and can put the fear of god into any intruder.” he reveals.

“See?” you point. “Besides! Going straight to the broom was not my intention. I tried waking you up  first since you are built like a dorrito, with fuckin’ cantolope arms and I very much am not.” you wave your hand up and down your body, showcasing the Pikachu onesie and unknowingly, part of your sports bra. Osamu tilts his head away guiltily once his eyes land there, catching his(now smug) brother's attention. “But I learned that if there ever was a fire that your ass would be getting left because you might as well have been in a coma! If there wasn’t a strange man trying to unlock the door I would’ve checked your pulse!” You share before pausing. “Wait a damn minute, Atsumu, do you have a personal key?”

Atsumu shakes his head. “I just used the one under the mat..” he muttered. 

“The WHAT!” you shout, causing the twins to step back and Osamu to start mentally writing the apology letter to the neighbors. 

“Osamu,” you take a deep breath in, lowering your voice. “ Why oh why is there a key under the mat?!” you seethe. 

“I- uh- I was tired of Atsumu blowing up my phone trying to get in, and I thought it would be nice to have if I ever forget my keys at the restaurant?” He replied, almost like he was asking a question himself. 

You blinked. Once, twice, three times.

Shit. I’m really in for it. He thinks.

“Did it ever, yknow,” you start. “Cross your mind,” your face tightens. “That your car keys are also attached to your keyring? So you wouldn’t have the possibility of leaving the restaurant in the first place? Or maybe you could just give Atsumu a key?”

“..But then he’d use the key to sneak in whenever he wanted.” he murmurs, regretting it almost instantly.

“YES, CAUSE THAT'S BETTER THAN SOME RANDOM ASS MAN SNEAKING IN WHENEVER THEY WANTED!” 

Both men physically recoil but you continue. “Oh, I know for a fact that the creepy dude upstairs would love to creep around my room and use my toothbrush when I'm away. He’s always a bit too willing to help me carry my laundry.”

Osamu's eyebrows furrowed in confusion before giving a deep sigh. No doubt, she’s been listening to too much true crime. He thought “I’mma regret asking, but why would our upstairs neighbor wanna use your toothbrush?” 

You shrug. “Dunno, ask the creep that got off on using my best friend's toothbrush for weeks. Pro tip, never live above a bar. Especially in a college town.” you share. Huh. Not the answer I was expecting. 

“But thats!” you sigh deflating. Huh. I guess the caffeine is wearing off. “That’s beside the point. Atsumu,” you turn to him, much more calmly than before,  “I would say I'm sorry for beating you with the broom, but that was totally on you.” Atsumu frowns at the non-apology. “If you want to crash here, fine, but let someone know beforehand? It had to have been months since you last crashed since it was before I moved in, Osamu could’ve easily thought you were an intruder too. Showing up here uninvited and out of the blue is both rude and problematic, even if he’s your twin brother.” Atsumu nods in agreement, shly looking at the ground like he just got a ‘stern talking to’  from Ma. “Now let's get you some frozen peas for that bruise.” you say, clapping your hands together before making your way to  the kitchen. 

As you look through the freezer for frozen produce Osamu takes a minute to process what the hell just happened. He always knew he would have to introduce the two of you at some point, but he never thought in a million years it would end up like that. 

“And Samu,” you call while handing the frozen peas wrapped in a paper towel to Atsumu. “If I find a key to our apartment under the doormat again, I will change the locks and leave your ass outside to freeze in the hallway. You’re gonna be the one crashing at your brothers. Understood?” You threaten. 

He nods quickly. “Yes, maam.”

You give a small smile. “Good. Now if that's settled I'mma attempt to get some sleep before my test, which is in,” you look at the stove clock. “Five hours. Great.” you grimace. 

“I '’’m sorry!” Atsumu apologizes sheepishly. “Is there anything i could do to apologize?”

You ponder before sporting a wicked grin. Osamu knows that look all too well, and it never seems to mean anything good for him. “Well, tonight is movie night. Every friday Osamu stay in and watch a movie or two, usually shitty ones that we just roast. You are invited if you buy snacks.” the smirk widens. “Plus, I wanna hear all the embarrassing stories you have about ‘Samu only a twin would know.”

“And there it is.” Osamu mutters as you giggle. 

“Ill see you there, kay?” You said before (finally) clocking out for the night, leaving the twins in silence for teh first time since Atsumus arrival. 

“So..” Atsumu starts. “She’s cute.”

“Don’t even start.” he states dryly.

“C’mon, I saw the way you checked them out!”

Osamu shakes his head, trying to fend off the blush taking oover his cheeks “I was just trying to be respectful!”

Atsumus shit eating grin only grows. “Sure, Mr. ‘Built-like-a-dorrito-with-cantolope-arms. Keep tellin’ yourself that.”

Needless to say, Atsumu  ended up with several more (non-broomstick shaped) bruises that night.

[pinkipeachiikeen]

The Intruder (Osamu x F!Reader Crack fic) (Featuring Atsumu Miya)

This was supposed to be a part of a larger story but I then realized that the only part of the story that I liked was this part so.. Enjoy!

Quick summary since this one is short: What do you get when you have a heavy sleeper, a twin brother with boundary issues and a sleep deprived, caffine high college student with a broom?

Chaos.

Complete and utter chaos. 

WC: 2,090

Story below the cut!

Content warnings: Swearing and Violence with broom from a over caffinated y/n, VERY BRIEF mentions of creepy neighbors and serial killers. But seriously, its a crack fic yall. Have fun.

Osamu has always been a heavy sleeper. He always saw that as one of the ways the gods compensated him for cursing him with the snoring bear he has for a twin brother. That or he’s just grown accustomed to sleeping in the roughest of places, whether it be the bunk under Atsumu or on a rocky bus ride with 10+ teenage  boys. His sleeping  habits haven’t been a problem since he was eleven and Atusmu decided to draw on his face with colorful sharpies. Let's just say Atsumu was afraid to sleep for the next week and a half, while Osamu  slept like a baby. The decadcade+ since then has been nothing but peaceful sleeping,

Well, until now, that is.

He vaguely remembers being shaken, but he didn’t really think it was anything to interrupt his beauty sleep over. He kind of just wrote it off as unimportant or maybe he possibly even dreamt it.

But those screams and grunts from his living room were definitely real and not dreamt. 

Osamu bolted out of bed and sped out to the living room, flicking on the light to find….

You, his lovely roommate of a few months in your favorite pikachu onesie, the one you showcased to him before he went to bed, declaring it your new favorite study tool since it's ‘comfy enough to cram in without passing out!’ before chugging at least two monster energies. He expected you to be asleep by now, but it wouldn’t be the first time you pulled an all nighter studying. He learned the hard way  to leave you alone when you get in your studying binges after you quickly snapped at him after he  asked a simple ‘hey you good?’. You apologized later with some snacks, but he definitely learned his lesson. What he didn’t expect was his twin brother being there as well.  It wouldn’t be too odd, since his brother drops by unannounced from time to time using the key under the mat to crash whenever he’s in town (despite  his complaints about it) , except  for the fact that

… you were beating him.

With a broomstick. 

“What the hell is going on here?!” He bellows.

The both of you freeze, looking like you’ve both been caught with your hands in the cookie jar. A subtle wave of nostalgia passed through him, the scene reminding him of  when their mother would catch them fighting over their nintendo when they were both supposed to be asleep. Osamu never thought he would feel like the mother in that situation, especially at  the ripe age of 24, with two adults the same age as him on the other end, and half expected you to say ‘it's all his fault!’ or ‘he started it!’ 

What he wasn’t expecting was “Why are there two of you?!”

Illusion shattered. “Huh?”

Atsumu uses your confusion to his advantage and snatches the broomstick out of your hands. “Aha!” he cheers. “Try hitting me now bitch!” 

You look at your hands, in all your sleep deprived glory, just now processing the lack of your (makeshift) weapon, then shrug, pulling your first back causing the onesie sleeve to slip down your shoulders

“ahtahat!,” Osamu chants, pulling your arm back like a mother telling their toddler ‘forks don’t go into the electrical socket’ “As funny as it would be to watch my brother get his ass kicked by pikachu I really don’t wanna tend to your injuries at two-something in the morning and you don’t need to get injured before that big test of yours.” He shares, creating some distance between you two. You murmur in agreement as Atsumu deflates from his defensive stance. “She’s really not this violent at all.” he reveals, trying to placate the situation. “A real ‘save the spiders, don’t squish them’ type of person, y’know?.” 

“Yeah, tell that to the broomstick shapes welts on my body!” he retorts. “You need to get your side piece a leash, goddamn.” 

“Excuse me?!’ You shove past Osamu to look at the bleach  blonde double. “Bitch I live here, and I ain’t no one's side piece. I don’t care whose face you have, don’t sneak into my apartment if you don’t wanna get whacked asshole!” 

 “And you!” you turn to point to Osamu. “Since when do you have a twin brother?!”

“Since when did you start rooming with a girl?” his brother pipes in. 

Osamu looks at  you with wide eyes. “What? Slow down.” he rubs his forehead. “It's too early for this.” he mutters. “Atsumu, Y/n has been my roommate for like four months now, Y/n I told you I had a brother before. I complain about him 24/7 and there's a photo of us together hanging up at Onigiri Miya.”

“Wait-” Atsumu cuts in,turning to you. “How do you know my brother's face and not mine? I’m literally famous.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.“Atsumu Miya? The setter for the MSBY Black Jackals?” 

You shake your head. “Dude, I get winded going up the stairs, there's no way i'm interested in sports outside of the occasional gay anime, thank you.” 

Atsumu looked absolutely appalled as Osamu covers a laugh with a cough. “And you mister!” you point at him. “First, you complain about your brother like he’s a prepubescent tweenager, I thought he was still in middle school, not grown.”

Atsumus mouth only widens in offense and disbelief. 

“Second, I go to Onigiri Miya to eat, pick up food to eat, or to help clean occasionally. I don’t look around.” 

Atsumu pouts. “Just what have you been saying about me?” 

“Oh no, I'm not done with you, bleach blonde!” Atsumu fiddles with his ends in defense. “I don’t care how big of a deal you are in the sports world, you don’t have the right to sneak in unannounced in the middle of the night!”

“I didn’t know he had a roommate!” 

“Doesn’t matter! Still rude AF. I thought you were a serial killer or something.” you retort.

“So, you think there's a potential serial killer, so your first thought is to grab the broom.” Osamu says slowly. 

Your face reddens. “W-well I wasn’t just gonna do nothin!”

“But a broom?” 

“Y’know what? I haven’t slept in 38 hours, and the only things keeping me up are the ungodly amount of caffeine I ingested, true crime podcasts, and the blessing of whatever god is taking pity on my grades right now. Rational thinking has vacated the building hours ago.  Y’all are just lucky I didn’t grab a knife!” You almost whisper shout- which Osamu learned from his mother is scarier from a woman then any screaming can be. Shouting is just irritation, or frustration, but whisper–shouting? Nothing made the twins  straighten up  quicker. 

“I, for one and VERY grateful, thank you very much.” He quickly adds. “In my recent first hand experience, being whacked with a broom is very painful and can put the fear of god into any intruder.” he reveals.

“See?” you point. “Besides! Going straight to the broom was not my intention. I tried waking you up  first since you are built like a dorrito, with fuckin’ cantolope arms and I very much am not.” you wave your hand up and down your body, showcasing the Pikachu onesie and unknowingly, part of your sports bra. Osamu tilts his head away guiltily once his eyes land there, catching his(now smug) brother's attention. “But I learned that if there ever was a fire that your ass would be getting left because you might as well have been in a coma! If there wasn’t a strange man trying to unlock the door I would’ve checked your pulse!” You share before pausing. “Wait a damn minute, Atsumu, do you have a personal key?”

Atsumu shakes his head. “I just used the one under the mat..” he muttered. 

“The WHAT!” you shout, causing the twins to step back and Osamu to start mentally writing the apology letter to the neighbors. 

“Osamu,” you take a deep breath in, lowering your voice. “ Why oh why is there a key under the mat?!” you seethe. 

“I- uh- I was tired of Atsumu blowing up my phone trying to get in, and I thought it would be nice to have if I ever forget my keys at the restaurant?” He replied, almost like he was asking a question himself. 

You blinked. Once, twice, three times.

Shit. I’m really in for it. He thinks.

“Did it ever, yknow,” you start. “Cross your mind,” your face tightens. “That your car keys are also attached to your keyring? So you wouldn’t have the possibility of leaving the restaurant in the first place? Or maybe you could just give Atsumu a key?”

“..But then he’d use the key to sneak in whenever he wanted.” he murmurs, regretting it almost instantly.

“YES, CAUSE THAT'S BETTER THAN SOME RANDOM ASS MAN SNEAKING IN WHENEVER THEY WANTED!” 

Both men physically recoil but you continue. “Oh, I know for a fact that the creepy dude upstairs would love to creep around my room and use my toothbrush when I'm away. He’s always a bit too willing to help me carry my laundry.”

Osamu's eyebrows furrowed in confusion before giving a deep sigh. No doubt, she’s been listening to too much true crime. He thought “I’mma regret asking, but why would our upstairs neighbor wanna use your toothbrush?” 

You shrug. “Dunno, ask the creep that got off on using my best friend's toothbrush for weeks. Pro tip, never live above a bar. Especially in a college town.” you share. Huh. Not the answer I was expecting. 

“But thats!” you sigh deflating. Huh. I guess the caffeine is wearing off. “That’s beside the point. Atsumu,” you turn to him, much more calmly than before,  “I would say I'm sorry for beating you with the broom, but that was totally on you.” Atsumu frowns at the non-apology. “If you want to crash here, fine, but let someone know beforehand? It had to have been months since you last crashed since it was before I moved in, Osamu could’ve easily thought you were an intruder too. Showing up here uninvited and out of the blue is both rude and problematic, even if he’s your twin brother.” Atsumu nods in agreement, shly looking at the ground like he just got a ‘stern talking to’  from Ma. “Now let's get you some frozen peas for that bruise.” you say, clapping your hands together before making your way to  the kitchen. 

As you look through the freezer for frozen produce Osamu takes a minute to process what the hell just happened. He always knew he would have to introduce the two of you at some point, but he never thought in a million years it would end up like that. 

“And Samu,” you call while handing the frozen peas wrapped in a paper towel to Atsumu. “If I find a key to our apartment under the doormat again, I will change the locks and leave your ass outside to freeze in the hallway. You’re gonna be the one crashing at your brothers. Understood?” You threaten. 

He nods quickly. “Yes, maam.”

You give a small smile. “Good. Now if that's settled I'mma attempt to get some sleep before my test, which is in,” you look at the stove clock. “Five hours. Great.” you grimace. 

“I '’’m sorry!” Atsumu apologizes sheepishly. “Is there anything i could do to apologize?”

You ponder before sporting a wicked grin. Osamu knows that look all too well, and it never seems to mean anything good for him. “Well, tonight is movie night. Every friday Osamu stay in and watch a movie or two, usually shitty ones that we just roast. You are invited if you buy snacks.” the smirk widens. “Plus, I wanna hear all the embarrassing stories you have about ‘Samu only a twin would know.”

“And there it is.” Osamu mutters as you giggle. 

“Ill see you there, kay?” You said before (finally) clocking out for the night, leaving the twins in silence for teh first time since Atsumus arrival. 

“So..” Atsumu starts. “She’s cute.”

“Don’t even start.” he states dryly.

“C’mon, I saw the way you checked them out!”

Osamu shakes his head, trying to fend off the blush taking oover his cheeks “I was just trying to be respectful!”

Atsumus shit eating grin only grows. “Sure, Mr. ‘Built-like-a-dorrito-with-cantolope-arms. Keep tellin’ yourself that.”

Needless to say, Atsumu  ended up with several more (non-broomstick shaped) bruises that night.

[wondernus]

˗ˋˏ When We Meet Chapter 3 ˎˊ˗

synopsis: there is only so much forgiving and forgetting you can do when you end up getting stood up by your date over and over again. so when you're stuck between the best friend, the first crush, and their mysterious roommate whose existence seemed like a myth, you can only hope the decision you've been making is the right one.

pairing: kmg x reader

chapter tags: food mention, present-day, mingyu's first appearance

wc: 2k

message from nu: :-) mingoo finally here but also not really. - nu

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A crash sounds from the floor above you, and a muffled voice yelling he’s okay quickly follows. The crash isn’t big enough to cause a reverberation large enough to wobble one of the paintings hanging above the television in front of you, so you ignore it and continue vacuuming the thin red textile rug under your feet.

The living room space is tiny, but it feels like the interior came straight out of an Ikea showroom — and to be fair, most of the interior did thanks to Minghao’s job at a commercial bank. There is the grey sleeper sofa with the outstretched chaise that ends so close to the white lacquer television storage cabinet that you could reach over for the remote instead of standing up. Framed photos and paintings form a gallery wall above the television, the photos picturing memories made since university. There is a photo of DK, Minghao, and you grinning together at graduation, each clutching empty diploma books in your hands. Cast off to the side is a paid photo from an amusement park rollercoaster ride with the fourth person’s face — an ex —covered and replaced with a picture of a famous actor that the three of you all agree to be charming. A blue fortune teller and two origami frogs sit on the windowsill next to the row of fake plants in their pots and vases.

Maneuvering the vacuum back to its corner, you’re careful not to knock over the two rolled yoga mats leaning against the wall when you pull its plug. While looping and retracting the long vacuum cord, your eyes wander to the hanging calendar to the side of the staircase. It’s a calendar of some random family that made it to the shelves of a nearby thrift store that the guys thought was funny enough to buy and hang in their home as if they were a part of the photographed family. Important dates are marked with red permanent marker: utility bill due, rent due, Wi-Fi bill due, company dinner… Then there’s a date circled many times over and then crossed out and drawn on the correct date. Mingyu is coming back.

It’s been about two years since graduation. You’ve managed to not fall out of contact with your college friends — even regularly grabbing brunch at fancy hotels with those who stayed in the area. Work is near your childhood home. The only thing that seemed to change is DK — or at least his name.

DK, or rather Seokmin now as stated on his business cards, thumps down the stairs with a giant cardboard box in his arms. He sets it on the sofa and collapses on open the spot next to it, sighing loudly with his arms stretched out like he’s making a snow angel.

If it hadn’t hit you then, then it surely hits you now: Mingyu is coming back. All this preparatory work for someone whom you don’t know, for someone whose humidifier sits in the corner of the hallway closet collecting dust, for someone who clearly makes your friends happy…you can’t help but feel excited for your friends. And you can’t help but feel excited yourself.

Kim Mingyu’s stuff sits in their tiny townhouse like the objects on display in a museum after only being used for about a month or two. The owner, who couldn’t give up an opportunity for working abroad after graduation, is finally able to transfer back. For good this time. You’re sure you’ve memorized every single photo in that household, especially those of Mingyu and the stories behind them. How he towers over his two roommates, holding up bunny ears behind his friends’ heads. How his shiny silver braces catch the light when he stops what he’s doing to smile for a photo. How he made them take a picture together that first day they met in the dorms. In just a few days you’ll be able to meet him in person. And maybe tell him sorry for accidentally breaking one of his ceramic plates.

Minghao quickly follows after his friend, bounding down the stairs, car keys jingling in his pockets. He stops in front of Seokmin and pulls his keys out of his pocket, waving them in front of his face.

“Let’s go.” He lightly slaps his friend’s knee twice. “I’m driving.”

Seokmin groans in response, letting his body slide down the sofa like a piece of butter on a hot skillet. He lands with a thud in between his friend’s legs, and the friend simply crosses over his friend’s body to make his way to the kitchen where you’re standing behind the island sink with an amused look on your face.  

Minghao places his arm on your right shoulder and leans into you, his floral cologne engulfing your senses, “Promise me your next boyfriend won’t be as lazy as he is.”

“I heard that,” Seokmin calls from the floor. “You can’t hide anything in our place. Not even your snacks that your friend brought back from China for you. It’s too small.”

The man standing next to you sighs and pats you on the shoulder twice before making his way to the front door. He tells you to text him your lunch order. Lunch will be on him today.

“Are you going to tell him he’s still wearing his froggy headband?” you ask Seokmin after Minghao closes the front door behind him.

“No.” Seokmin finally pushes himself off the floor and stares downwards at his old stained t-shirt. He frowns while lifting up the hem up his large tee past his bellybutton, inspecting all of his various stains, kind of embarrassed to venture in public wearing old clothes next to Minghao (even while he’s sporting the bright green cartoon froggy headband). Turning to you, he tells you that he’s going to run upstairs to quickly change before heading out. “Answer my phone on the counter if Mingyu calls. Hang up if Hao calls,” he instructs you from the top of the bannisters.

The sound of Seokmin’s soon to be shared bedroom door closing rings throughout the townhouse, and you are alone to yourself. Picking up his abandoned cellphone, you bring it to the living room area so you can look through the box of unwanted items the guys are thinking about donating. You know you wouldn’t mind taking a couple of Minghao’s old clothes — he would probably even give you styling tips if he had time. However, in the cardboard box are old second-hand college textbooks that they bought from a friend of a friend of a friend and a couple of hand-made tie blankets and gifts from exes. To be honest, the thought of throwing away that paid amusement park rollercoaster photo is extremely tempting, but the guys insist that the memories that the three of you share (and the price of that photo…amusement park items are heavily overpriced, but it works because people will pay for them) heavily overweigh a stupid ex whose face could easily be taped over by someone better looking.

Plus, the guys reassure you, your self-worth is much higher than whatever you lowered yourself to with that last ex. It’s about a year since you last dated anybody and even you know to never settle for less.

Fingers gloss over the knots and fringes on the fleece tie blankets, feeling the smooth fabric that’s slowly falling apart at its hand-tied knots. It’s a shame the guys are throwing away the projects, but the blankets don’t, as Marie Kondo says, spark joy. And to be honest, you don’t think the guys ever enjoyed receiving the blankets with the tacky and bright patterns. It was a weird time: both Seokmin and Minghao coincidentally dated best friends.

A familiar marimba ringtone plays from the phone in your lap and you bring the phone up to your face. Mingyu’s name flashes on the phone owner’s lockscreen and there’s a picture of him from probably his first year to go along with it. Freshman Mingyu, baby-faced and only eighteen, smiles back at you, awkward and thin-lipped, waiting for somebody to answer the video call.

It’s exhilarating thinking about meeting Mingyu for the first time. It would be no worries at all, a chill call. At least that’s what you assume from your fragmented idea of Mingyu composed of the different stories you’ve heard about him. You were also pretty sure you could recognize that man anywhere because of all of the pictures and videos of him that you’ve seen over the course of the last few years. And with a large breath in, you answer the call.

“Seok,” a deep and tired voice immediately mumbles from offscreen. There’s a slight lisp present, just as the guys have described. “Did you double-check to see if my humidifier still works? If it doesn’t then I have to find a way to ship the one I’m currently using over to our place within the next few days. Or do you think if I bought an extra checked luggage it would be cheaper?”

The room is dark, most likely because the owner lives on the other side of the world. You can assume his phone is leaning against something on his desk. There’s not a lot to see — most of Mingyu’s stuff is already being shipped back home on a plane or a boat. A lit table lamp sits on the floor next to his bed, the nightstand probably sold or gifted to somebody else. You hear the familiar rumble of a closing desk drawer and then see a hand reach for the phone.

“Seok?” The audio crackles when Mingyu picks up the phone and brings the phone up to his face.

Then you see him for the first time. Kim Mingyu. His tanned face glows under his dimmed bedroom lights. Black hair damp, dripping, and pushed back from his shower. The man who wears a navy blue silk top with a pearly white trim, who quickly adjusts his thick wire glasses to see you better, looks nothing like the young man from Seokmin’s Mingyu contact photo.

“Oh? Hi, you must be-”

You instinctively end the call before he could greet you, slamming the phone onto the couch like you’re using a fly swatter, feeling like you accidentally stumbled upon something you weren’t supposed to see. Heart beating fast, you sit there wide-eyed in shock.

If this Mingyu is the same person Seokmin and Minghao have been referencing to for years, then they have some serious explaining to do.

Seokmin walks into the living room while adjusting the baseball cap on his head, asking if Gyu called. He trades places with his cellphone, sitting down where you slammed it on the couch and unlocks his phone to look at the follow-up text that Mingyu sent.

“You hung up on him?” your friend snorts while reading his friend’s message. “Did he say something stupid?”

“No,” you mumble to nobody in particular, “just stupidly handsome.”

“Hmm.” Seokmin tilts his head side-by-side as if he’s weighing his options. “Not sure about the handsome part. But ‘stupid’ I can agree with.”

You see him again when Seokmin returns his call, clearly this time. Plump rosy pink lips and deep smile lines that dimple his cheeks even with the laziest smile. Eyes are always looking at the center of his screen, never in the corner. They widen then shrink into comfortable semi-circles when Seokmin casually adds that you’re single after suggesting that the two of you meet when Mingyu comes back.

“Great.” Mingyu smiles while waving goodbye to the two of you. “It’s a date.”

You, awfully dumbfounded after the call and who is now stumbling towards a fuming Minghao’s car, cannot comprehend how that man is single. You just can’t.

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[m1ckeyb3rry]

THE BIBLE VERSE FORMAT I’m done imagine he makes his own “Bible” of sayings and it’s like “book of aiku, book of Oliver, aikulations, women” LMAOAOA

Actually wait reuniclus does give me nagi hype man vibes now that you mention it like fr just chilling and being Nagi’s cheerleader even if the decision is bad LMAOOO kinda like Shidou energy but like, not to that extent obv

PLEASE I mean if you HAVE the material I will never say no….but PMG WAIT the one from the mini smau you made too right??? Omg guys tullia reader reveal!!! I’m crying THE AUDIO ok who’s gonna hit reader up and say the “YIPPEE” LMAO and I forgot to mention I’m still slowly watching the dub and I just past the “don’t disrespect soccer” scene and I relived the cringe all over again LMAOAOA that scene is forever iconic though also SHIN AH WAIT HES SO CUTE

BAROU YAYOI EXES omg…wait??? Ok but anyways where was all this pokemon info when I was actively breeding stuff….wtf why did I never know some of these things

ORPHANED BABY KANGASKHAN so many potential routes…or post main plot he just ends up being the go to sitter first Tullia sends over her baby pokemon and then Hiori sends over some orphans and then baby pokemon just gravitate to him like he just wakes up one night to that munna at his door or like nibbling on his hair…LMAO real losercore it’s fr either flame or be flamed for him

LMAOO FR chigiri would so be like “wtv I don’t wanna put up with whatever shit they give me later” wait actually I don’t know the meme?? Do enlighten me LOL

“Interesting way of inhaling” has me cackling LMAOO real he would do that BACK ARCH IS ICONIC OFC IK IT hes jumping up chest bump the ball and hioris marking him and we see feathers and stuff how could I forget!! But REALLL LMAO yuki Reo Karasu sleeper build /j but yeah barous just ginormous it’s like putting otoya next to nagi and he looks short as hell then you realize Nagi’s just a skyscraper and otoyas pretty tall still

LMAOO first maid then stripper what’s next for fanon Barou

SHAHSHS “if my parents don’t get to divorce neither do you” HAAHAH the dynamic is fr so funny

Yuki back to being the opp FR but wait fwtkac bestie in the pokemon verse…guys…its all interconnected this truly was our miraverse multiverse

Me I just auto filter it out and enjoy the art LMAO

LMAOOO SELL THE PRINCESS side note but Nagi looks so cute like that HSSVSJSB the audio also has me laughing wait the yuki edit is kinda majestic esp with the eye blink fade to the flower bg???

I was gonna type LMAOO here but I look up and see like three LMAOOs stacked on top of each other so I’ll refrain ig but ok no if you’re just casually reading there’s no way you’d be able to tell (I think I’ve mentioned this before but before I put two and two together and realized you wrote peregrine too I read some of your other works including cherry tree and I fr had no idea I would’ve guessed that you were a Rin enthusiast considering how good it was) so I don’t think you need to worry LOL AHAHAHA the Isagi ones crack me up they were still fire though but considering the context and our convos I still find it funny bfb Karasu is my Roman Empire but anyways back to the point yeah I don’t think anyone would be able to guess because tbh even your works for characters that (I know now) you don’t rlly care for are more thought out than a good number of works I see floating around (no hate ofc but when I read your work I can FEEL that there’s been a lot of consideration put into it)

- Karasu anon

LMAOOO NAH BECAUSE HE WOULD BE THE ONE pls i’m going to have to take a break from the oaeu for a bit just to stop thinking in the aiku mindset before starting pursuit i cannot be writing such an insane plot and be dropping in aikulations midway through

LMAO NO LITERALLY all of nagi’s pokémon gas him up sm except for i think his snorlax (why do i always forget he has one) is lowkey his opp for some reason HAHAAH like it’s giving ash and charizard i feel

YES from the smau!! LMAOAOA PLSSS READER SEARCHING FOR THE “YIPPEE” TO HER FORTNITE UND COLA technically since she only sees kaiser and ness again in NEL and she’s on pxg (technically on their bench but yk) there’s a few options…either charles chimes in to be problematic, shidou does it for the same reason, karasu does it because he’s always matching her vibes, or rin deadpans it because he wants to impress her but he also thinks it’s stupid 😭 DON’T DISRESPECT SOCCER IS INSANE WORK the way nagi and reo were so unamused too it’s truly such an embarrassing scene idk how isagi nation recovered…look ik nagi’s going through it but that panel of his ego leaving him was GORGEOUS so we are always up!!

HAHAAH OFCCC i love making silly two second drawings!! maybe not EVERY ask but i’ll def sprinkle them in w some frequency!! here’s pursuit reader (post written by karasu tbh)

i was a smogon LURKER that’s why i know so much random stuff LMAAOAO anyways barou yayoi exes…barou who knows he’s dying and can’t bear to break her heart when he finally passes so he pushes her away but she doesn’t let him…yayoi who still waits by the door hoping he’ll come back one day and wondering if she did something to push him away but he’s actually just dead…nah because the karasus and the barous (technically reader is an l/n but ykwim) are so intertwined so paralleled it’s just soooooooo ahem anyways okay but then karasu finding reader is even more cute because it’s not just reader thinking “my cousin sent someone to look after me when he no longer could” it’s YAYOI thinking “barou sent his cousin to love my brother because he couldn’t love me” STFUUUUUUU i’m crying sobbing screaming shitting tears (love in this sense is platonic of course…ha ha…)

HELP KARASU JUST ATTRACTING BABY POKÉMON it all started w him accidentally adopting hiori and reader and everything spiraled from there okay wait lowkey instead of being a gym leader (i’m not mega attached to the idea because his goal in the story is proving himself to yayoi and after that he just hangs around to help reader and co out so his ending could be whatever) imagine karasu becomes the pokémon daycare owner 🥹 in an au where the daycare isn’t where pokémon breed it’s just meant for raising younger pokémon while the trainers are out battling or exploring dangerous ideas LOWKEY THIS COOKS IMAGINE HIM AND HIS BIRDS LOOKING AFTER THE EGGS 😭😭😭 or garchomp and lucario teaching the babies how to fight…dare i say an epilogue change is in order…

i don’t even know if there’s an actual meme it’s just whenever someone’s slaying in an unexpected way you just say “this diva” or “these divas” idk it just gives karasu/otoya

ok this is the only example i could find online that fits the vibe LMAOAOAAO i promise i didn’t just have this on hand

BACK ARCH TOP THREE KARASU PANELS AND IT’S NOT TWO OR THREE!! KDFJISJDSJ he’s just such a hater at heart he cannot stop himself…no because i always joke about isagi and otoya being short because compared to nagi karasu barou they ARE but they still are much taller than ME so i need to cool it w the clowning 😭 but agreed yeah barou is just massive bro his HANDS?? his thumb is like the size of isagi’s wrist good lord (lowkey karasu’s hands are also really big like in the panel of him waving to hiori they look magnificent)

MIRAVERSE MULTIVERSE might as well make hiori’s love interest his childhood bff who only ever wanted to take care of pokémon and not battle them and when he runs away he doesn’t tell her so she can’t find him until she realizes he’s at the safari zone waiting for her in the exact house she dreamed of as a kid (white butterfree/beautifly asf) HAHAHA

THE YUKI EDIT ACTUALLY ATE AGREED!! and omg the nagi video had me cackling okay these two videos [1] and [2] aren’t edits they’re from an artist but the sae one had me cackling because that’s exactly how we believe he should be written and the tabieita one is tabieita so ofc it goes hard HAHAHA

IT’S OKAY I’M A LMAO WARRIOR i try to add in a HAHA and a key smash every now and again but when you’re texting there’s only so many things you can add in yk 🤔 ANYWAYS idk why but i read that as you JUST figured out i wrote peregrine and i was like ??? how did you take this long to realize??? HAHAHA please the isagi ones are so lighthearted tbh maybe i just don’t like writing him because nobody is making me make him SUFFER like i’m excited to write him in pursuit because he’s interesting and weird and has odd dynamics w the characters instead of being mega ultra green flag plus (isagi treating reader the way he’d treat barou but she’s not barou and never will be and sometimes that frustrates him because barou was his rival and best friend and he’ll never get him back and reader won’t even TRY [not that she should this is just the mindset] yet at the same time he also treats her very kindly when he can because she’s barou’s most beloved and whenever he upsets her he can feel barou’s disapproval and he wonders why he’ll never be able to live up to his rival’s expectations and questions if maybe the wrong one of them got to live…) LMAOOO okay but yeah bfb karasu is just that guy JFSKDKDS i’ve seen a revival in bfb interactions i’m expecting more people to find it now that s2 is coming out AHHAAH and yeah i always try to put some effort into everything i write!!! i mean i managed to cook for kiyora and i barely knew anything abt him i truly do think my wc is super prompt dependent more than anything!! like i was in the kitchen w white butterfly and i did NOT gaf abt hiori the prompt was just vague enough that i could infuse my own style into it so the wc naturally expanded 🤩 same w the instrument/seabird/cherry tree…not that i mind more specific requests it just means i’m more likely to be able to write less since there’s less avenues for me to explore ig 🤔

anyways uhhh idk if you’ll see it before you read this or not but 1k event post dropping posthaste 😏‼️ i decided to do the pokémon theme after all since soooo many people do food/drink themed ones might as well be #different #miraverse LMAOAOAO

[konoa-t]

Some questions to fuel your Ackley brainrot: 😥🍛💘💤

And here's some for Yumi: 😞🤒💚💤

YAY I GET TO RAMBLE ABOUT HIM Answers behind the cut :3

Ackley:

😥- It's actually pretty hard to get Ackley to lose his composure, mostly due to the fact that he doesn't take much seriously. Most of the time, he is pretty laid-back about things and will brush off any rude remarks or anything like that. However, he can be flustered if someone he likes flirts with him :]

One thing that is interesting about him, though, is that he is capable of being agitated if people mock his disability. Even if it's in good humor, saying teasing things about his wings' injuries gets under his skin.

🍛- A typical dinner for Ackley certainly isn't much to write home about. It's normally something like box dinners. If he's feeling especially motivated, however, he'll try to cook up something from scratch.

💘- Ooooh I like this question! It'll give me an opportunity to introduce the Tumblr folk to a few new OCs of mine.

Ok, sooo, Ackley cares for a lot of people, especially his friends. but I'd say that the most important to him are Yumi, a man named Syth, and a woman named Sage.

For those who don't know, Syth is another knight recently recruited for the colony ("recent" is about 100-200 years ago for these guys, mind you). He is an exceptionally skilled warrior and tactician who climbed the ranks quite fast, soon becoming a high-ranking officer. His main duties involve mentoring lower-ranking soldiers and recruits, but occasionally he does get the pleasure of planning out missions.

Syth was rather annoyed by Ackley's presence at first, but they soon grew to have an extremely close bond.

Sage, on the other hand, is a fellow merc who Ackley ran into once on a gig he had. Sage is a bit violent and unpredictable, often resorting to ruthlessly killing anyone who gets in her way. She'll also often flirt with people to get her way or manipulate others for her own gain. Despite her rather self-centered and greedy nature, she and Ackley hit it off pretty quickly and became close friends over the years! Sage thought Ackley was pretty funny when they met. Recently, they reunited and have been enjoying catching up with one another.

💤- He's a light sleeper, but not terribly so. Like, it will take a couple tries to wake him up quietly, but if there's a sudden noise or light, even if its faint, it will wake him. Other than the average routines of bedtime, he doesn't really have many sleeping habits? He just kinda lays on his belly and falls asleep.

Yumi:

😞- Most people leave Yumi alone. Some will feel attracted to her due to her overall elusiveness, but eventually they get chased off and pushed away.

🤒- Surprisingly, no! She doesn't often get sick, but when she does, it's usually bad. Thankfully, she has Reuben to help her out here!

💚- I think Yumi doesn't have a preference. She has things she likes about both the indoors and outdoors! Though she particularly enjoys places where people can't annoy her.

💤- Yumi is a very light sleeper. One small step and she's up. She's actually caught thieves numerous times trying to rummage through her stuff while she was asleep during camping. It did not end well for them as you can imagine.

EDIT: Yumi doesn't have any sleeping habits that I can think of either! :3 I could picture her having something warm to drink before bed tho! Also, while this is not an every night thing, Ackley will sometimes look at the stars before he sleeps.

[cryptid-pet]

HI DEAR ADMIN 😽

WHAT ABOUT AZUSHIN HAVING TO SHARE A BED?

You know what is funny, you really wanna know?I just woke up and im sharing my bed with my cousin because she stayed over LOL- BUT I actually never thought how these two would share a bed, this original was going to be a moodboard, but I am happy to make a separate post with JUST the moodboard and music if you want later))

I could see it being a problem with the Tsukinami’s mansion as if an electrical circuit or power outage went out so therefore Carla tells Shin they must “resort” to Plan XXXIVIVXXVII (Which Shin doesn’t get)

So these two resort to the Mukamis over the Sakamakis and, believe this too or not, Ruki lets them stay- They stay for roughly five days. They only have one spare room which Shin doesn’t hesitate to give to his brother, so where does Shin himself sleep?

It WAS going to be the couch, but we know how Azusa was when he heard Shin was staying for a few days and was like: “Shin…Shin-San is staying over…? Wait…” Then from there, Azusa starts nagging Shin who gives in like: “OKAY I’LL SLEEP WITH YOU” (He literally shouted this and Yuma’s big brother instincts went off)

Now Azusa has this very interesting smell to his room, it’s nothjng bad, but it smells like chemicals or even like hand sanitized- Other than that, the room is very polish. It is hella awkward for Shin since he finds it pathetic he has to rely on some vampire family for shelter, but he takes what he can get

So let’s say its night, like early morning (2-5 am) and Azusa and Shin are sleeping, its normal! Shin moves around in his sleep because he tends to do that so now, he is currently laying on his side FACING Azusa, who is on the back. When Azusa briefly moves, he turns to ALSO be face with Shin, his knee accidentally hitting Shin’s which WAKES him up

Azusa doesn’t wake up (I consider him a heavy sleeper sometimes) but it’s now weird because Shin is staring daggers at him in the darkness. Shin does hold some resistance to yell so he shakes Azusa who latches onto him like a monkey, both arms around the neck and a single leg at the torso of this Founder

SHIN.IS.FREAKING.OUT!! Like he got so warm and flushed from this, he can’t even call for Carla because everyone else would likely wake up- AND THIS HAPPENED ALMOST WITH THE OTHER FOUR NIGHTS. Each morning, Azusa seemed to be the one getting the nice sleep, but the first day waking up with Shin made him feel better, he had someone by his side as of protection was finally given to him after so long- But Shin was awake ALMOST the entire night and the second Azusa woke up at last, he shoved the kid away like: “DON’T TOUCH ME!!”

Shin secretly liked it

[sylvaridreams]

🛏️ 🤫 🤵 for auruim!! and the laugh one for literally as many of ur characters as you're willing to do 🥺

Looks deep into your eyes hi....

Does he have a morning routine, and what is it? - his morning routine is whatever the person in charge of him is doing. If he's with Alba, it comes down to Alba's morning routine. If not, it's whoever he defers to in the meantime. So technically no, he personally doesn't have any laid out structure to start his day. But depending on who he's with for any period of time, that structure will be chosen for him. That said he's a heavy sleeper post-reformation, and gets low quality sleep, so it's always a fight to get him up in the mornings.

The silliest secret he has - not 100% secret and maybe a little less than silly. But he needs glasses. In fact, he has glasses. Several backup pairs! He refuses to use them. He doesn't want people to see him wearing them and laugh behind his back. But he's very low vision without them; the eyes are one of the first parts to break down and lose function once you become mordrem. Reformation didn't help either, made it even worse. Part of why he looks so angry and scary all the time is just that he's squinting cause he can't see shit. There are maybe 5 people in his life who can bully him into putting them on to read or look at something, and less than 10 people who he'll let see him in them. otherwise he just refuses or tries to break or hide them.

His definition of dressing nice - he thinks this means suits and tuxedos and stuff. Haughty stuffy wealthy human clothes. He finds them garish and abhorrent and unnecessary, so being told to dress nice is like being told to come looking like a pompous stupid ass. But we should back up. Because Auruim’s definition of "dressed" is also "You can't fully see 100% of my exposed skin." If he's wearing something, any garment, he's dressed. This is why he's running around half naked most of the time; chest out, thighs out, tummy exposed, ass in the breeze. He's come to understand that for some reason OTHER people disagree with his sentiment on what constitutes being dressed. So he also takes great offense to being told that he needs to get dressed, because to him he is already. 🧍 overall the idea of putting on fancy wear is like a punishment. It's too constricting and uncomfortable and he doesn't like how it looks.

What kind of laugh do they have? -

Alba's depends on if he's in a professional or more personal environment. Professional = the quiet chuckle only. It's polite and unobtrusive. Personal settings = polite chuckle, but if he's caught off guard or if he's inebriated in any way he'll laugh out loud <- turns heads when people don't expect him to make that noise.

Auruim isnt the type to laugh much at all. does more of a sneer and an amused noise if somethings funny. Maybe looks away squinting and covers a smile if its REALLY funny. Shockingly doesn't think jokes at someone's expense are funny, even light teasing, because he can't separate saying something gently ribbing from being outright cruel and mean.

Bourbon’s got a deep rich laugh. He also has a polite, fake laugh for when things aren't funny. You can tell the difference immediately because it sounds so forced.

Aeris has a quiet snide chuckle but then also has a big uproarious laugh for when something's really good. Laughs until she squeaks and cries, hits you on the back so hard it hurts for a long time cause she knocked something out of place, doubles over and wheezes, etc. Struggles not to keep going back and laughing at it for a minute but once she's done she's done. Goes stone faced if you try to retell the joke.