#hes not an airhead you could not imagine so after listening to him. but he is enigmatic in that way.

[angelhound]

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[saintshigaraki]

please, if you have the time and/or are feeling generous, please expand on that horror soulmate ran idea where he likes flexing his influence and power over you while you’re on shift….what kind of restaurant does reader work at? is the high-end kind where customers who look as rich and charming as ran come often…..or is it some regular diner/local favorite and ran likes coming over to call you sweetheart and darling and he likes tipping you $50-$100 bills………………………..he tips bigger and orders so much when he brings some work associates over during their lunch break or something 0_0

dior im so glad you ask bc I've been ruminating over these very questions for like a month....

yandere tw, ran is harassing the shit out of you at work rip, soulmate au, she/her pronouns for reader

i think you work at a really small rundown sort of place open 24 hours. pulling 12-hour shifts 12 days in a row just to pay the bills. it's pure and total chance that ran and his...associates waltz into your establishment. it's late and you're so so exhausted. you absolutely do not like the look of them. they're dressed nicely, too nicely for a place like this and they don't even bother trying to hide the guns peaking out from their waistbands. and beyond that you can smell it on them. you know their type. the type that get too handsy, that hold their tips over your head. make you do a song and dance and for what? the two dollars they'll so generously leave you when all is said and done? it's a fucking joke and you hate them all before they've even said a word to you.

your feet hurt so badly that you're limping a bit when you go to greet them and the smile you put on feels carved into your cheeks, throbbing like a wound. all their faces look the same to you. a big blur of dangerous man after man after man. you write down their orders without really listening. you want this over as fast as possible. you were set to be off in an hour, but with a group this big, you know that's now nothing but a pipe dream. god you're so so tired--

"and what is it you'd recommend, darling?"

something about the voice makes your eyes shoot up. airy, smooth, and nonchalant in a way that makes you grind your teeth and reluctantly pulls your attention. there's a nauseating sort of authority in it that has your hackles raised.

you're a bit shocked when you see who has spoken. he's pretty. long hair, obviously well kept, a tattoo on the side of his neck that makes you rather nervous, but it's his eyes that makes you step back. you feel the shift in the air when your gaze meets his, a crackling energy, two halves being made whole and all the other sappy shit people say when describing their first meeting with their soulmate.

no one mentions how scary it is, though. it's like you've lost a limb. or gained a parasite. you swear you can feel him in the back of your skull, already eating away at you. you don't want this. you don't want this. take it back you almost say aloud. please please take it back.

the man (your soulmate?) doesn't say a word. there's a slight quirk on his lips, but that could be anything. could mean anything.

you take a breath. you're tired—very tired—and now you're imagining things—delusional. your heartbeat slows. everything's fine. it's fine.

"ah ran, you've left the poor thing starstruck," a man to his right says, jostling him a bit.

the man—ran—tilts his head, still waiting, rather patiently, for a reply from his apparently airheaded waitress, struck down by his pretty face.

it's rather scary, being the sole focus of his attention. it's as though he's flaying your skin from your flesh, leaving you defenseless. like you're nothing but a young girl again, alone and cold and hopeless beneath his eyes.

it takes you too long to gather your wits. "the omelets are okay, good for a cold night." you just barely manage to keep the trembling from your voice, a shrillness that would in any way reveal your fear.

he smiles now, a real one. and it scares you. so amused by you, his little shaking waitress. "just okay?" he asks, taking pleasure in teasing you no doubt.

"this isn't a place you come to if you're looking for something gourmet." better to be honest than to get their hopes up. you can smell the money on them.

he laughs and you have to bite back your tears, you really dont like him. there's terror worming it's way beneath your skin. "it was a last resort, i'll go with the omelet, darling."

+

when you bring out their food you assume that will be it, at least for a little while. you'll refill their drinks again and again and again and pray they'll be gone by 2, but the worst of it is done. you'll hide in the back for the most part until they're gone. it'll be fine.

your hopes are quite quickly dashed once you set ran's food in front of him, avoiding eye contact but unable to keep the tremor from your fingers. before you can dart away his hand lashes out, forming a shackle around your wrist. tugging you far closer to him than you'd ever want to be. 

"why don't you join us for a bit. you seem tired. perhaps you're a bit hungry too?" he asks it like a question, but you know it's not. he has that sort of authority about him that lets you know he's used to be listened to. used to giving out orders and having them followed. you don't like it, and you make excuses even though you know it'll bode badly for you.

"i can't sir, i'm so sorry, but im still working and my boss will be--"

he cuts you off quickly and uncaring. "he won't mind."

he most definitely would, you think. your boss reminds you of ran a bit, in the way that he likes to exert power over others. quick to insult you, quick to admonish and threaten. he most definitely would care if he saw you sitting with some customers, even if the rest of the place was deserted.

"sir," you start again, "i could be fired please--"

"what's his name?"

you're taken aback. a bit confused, too. "your boss, darling. what's his name?"

there's a long pause before you say anything at all.

"hikaru," you tell him at last.

he smiles at you, tugs you in even closer. "thank you."

he smells good, you think absently. expensive. 

"hikaru!" he yells suddenly, causing you to practically jump out of your skin. your boss is quick to appear, looking like a beat dog. he seems to recognize ran, and he seems to be scared of him and you really, really don't like that.

"is there something i can help you with, sir?" he asks, timid as a mouse. your heart stops. there's something wrong here, you think. there's something very wrong and it's too late. its too late.

you're sitting beside ran now, his arm wrapped around you and his hand rubbing your shaking shoulder soothingly. "you wouldn't mind if she joined us, would you? we could use the company."

your boss' eyes flit over to you, just barely, before he bows his head again. "of course not, sir. it's no problem at all."

ran turns to you at that. "you hear that, darling. no problem at all." you look down and can't help but notice drops of red marring the pristine white of his dress shirt. it's right on the cuff. it's dried now, more brown than anything else but you recognize it for what it is.

you can't help but think you've stepped into a bear trap of sorts, and now your foot has been cut clean off. you’re screaming and screaming, trying to staunch the bleeding and ran won’t stop smiling. 

[kairiscorner]

inspired by @binibinileonara's idea :D

ok but imagine miguel with an airheaded personality but super smart gf like

miguel o'hara with a genius, airheaded girlfriend (headcanons + blurbs !!)

he could never fathom at first how you could be so amazingly smart, the real problem fixer for nearly everything, finding all the little things that need correction in the plans he comes up with–but also be so oblivious at times.

he appreciates how sweet you are, but he doesn't like it when you give other people the same attention you give him, with you not really seeing anything wrong with being friendly with miguel and everyone else all the same.

when he gets mad, you're the only one who can bare him (hell you even tease him that he'll look way older if he frowns again when he's irritated).

he loves how you can go from proposing solutions to multiversal threats that can undo everything that has ever come into existence in the blink of an eye to petting kitties the next moment and giving them names after kinds of fish.

he can never have a serious, adult conversation with you, you're too busy staring at his hair and thinking how nice it'd be to touch it, how fluffy it'd be.

"are you even listening to me?" miguel asks you with a scowl on his face as you absentmindedly gaze up at his hair's curls. "are you listening to me?" he asks you again as he gently grabs your cheeks and brings your eyes to look into his. "you have such puffy hair, miggy." you say with a smile as he grumbles. "is it that hard for you to focus on what i'm saying?" "when you've got tufty locks like that, yes, it is." you said as you instinctively reached out for his hair, with him reluctantly letting go of you and sitting down for you to run your hands across his hair.

you take advantage of the fact he isn't as good with technology as you are and intercept his calls all the time just to play 'barbie girl' or 'california girls' to piss him off.

he does appreciate how cute you are when you're being an airhead sometimes, especially if you had a childish side to you that liked things just as cute, sweet, and adorable as you.

(((you were the one who made the miggy doll)))

he does wonder sometimes how you can monitor the multiverse while playing games on the side. he has told you repeatedly to focus, but you tell him all the time that you can focus on everything, it's easy for you, he's just being a perfectionist.

if you're easily distracted by sweets, like just drop all your work to have a bite of something sweet, miguel would bait you to quit teasing him with some candy. or if you're being difficult and don't wanna help on a mission because you're too tired or stubborn that day, he baits you with sweets.

"please, i won't ask for anything more after this, i just need you to coopera–" "no, it's naptime." you said as you were about to head to your private quarters. miguel blocks your way with his massive figure, with your grumbling under your breath as he stares you down. he pulls out a bag of your favorite candies, which catches your attention. with widened eyes, you look up at him and back at the candies. "will you please cooperate now?" he asked you as you snagged the bag from his hands and snacked on one of the candies. "okay, maybe i will. it's child's play anyway, let me help." you said with a cheeky grin as miguel groaned. he loved you dearly, but it was like you were always getting your way with him. though he didn't hate it, you really were cute like this.

i just know you get stuck in some of the spider people's webs sometimes, especially when you're goofing off with their webshooters. and who's gonna save you?

"miggyyyyyyyy..." you called for him as you hung upside down by the ceiling, wrapped in synthetic webbing as miguel entered the room, seemingly unfazed by your current state. he sighed as he sliced you free of the web restraints and caught you in his arms. "miggyyyyy!" you cooed his name as you snuggled up close against his chest. "why do you keep doing this?" he asks you as you wrapped your arms around his neck and smiling as you were now in his arms. "maybe i just wanted to be in your arms for a change..." "or you just love being an irresponsible little brat." he murmured as you giggled and looked up into his eyes.

"but you'll save me anyway, right? then i guess my plan worked." you said with a sly smile as miguel threatened to drop you. "no, miggyyyyyy..." you whimpered as you clung on to his neck as he let go of you. he sighs reluctantly as he scoops you up and carries you around, not minding the onlookers who'll stare you being carried like a baby by this man.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @fiannee @jrrantss @fictarian @yuridopted0 @ophanimgold @luvstarrstruck @arachnoia

[starlightazriel]

necessities 2

series desc: modern day (fem)reader x classic prythian azriel au, series of short chapters, fluffy, smutty, cute, probably some angst and or drama cus it's me

warnings: 18+, again guys this is silly hehe, reader is a lil airheaded, prescription drugs mentioned, swearing, reader is an influencer HAHA, i'm high, az has a dirty mind freaky boii,

wc: 1.7k

other parts will be found on my masterlist under azriel

two

"You ready?" Azriel quirks a brow, looking down at you, you swallow hard, it didn't matter how big his arms were, basically the size of your fucking leg, how strong his body felt against yours. You were shaking with fear, shaking. The thought of flying through the air, not in first class with your fuzzy pink sleeping mask, a valium, and your security squishmallow- was not sitting right with you. Not at all.

"No," you squeak, your chest feeling tight. Heights- were one thing that you never did. Your friends hadn't even been able to pay you to get on Kingda Ka at Six Flags last year. "I don't even do rollercoasters- This-" you gulped, unable to even find the words.

"Roller what?" Azriel asks, his brows drawing together again, talking to you was definitely exhausting. He only seemed to understand about half of what you said. He would have to start writing these things down.

"Where I'm from people pay to get strapped into a death machine and basically dropped from the sky, I personally think it's like adrenaline junky behavior," you say, peering up at him, he raised his eyebrows as he looked back down at you, his eyes hazy with contemplation.

"Interesting," Azriel replies, this seemed to be the easiest thing to say, it was interesting after all, even if he didnt understand much of it. Your world sounded absolutely bizarre to him. It was hard to comprehend many of the things you said, but he thought he could listen for hours just to hear your ebullient voice, he supposed you were fairing rather well considering the fact that you had fell through some kind of blip in the magical web of infinite worlds— and may very well never see any of your friends and family ever again.

He had also noticed that your clothes were ridiculously useless and thin, he didn't understand what purpose they even served besides merely hiding the color of your nipples. He could see the curve of your body right through them, he was trying to be good, trying not to let his fingertips accidentally brush against the side of your breast while adjusting his hold on you. It's ill mannered to imagine how your cock would split a tiny little human woman in two the first day you meet her, he reminded himself. He knew he shouldn't stare either, so he tried to keep his eyes to anything but you, it proved to be rather challenging.

He thought you might be the most fascinating thing he'd encountered in all of his five hundred years of life.

"Well we do have to go at some point, what was that second name? Bubbles?" He smirked, he liked that. First, it was a word that he knew and understood, finally. Second, it suited you, despite having met you only hours ago... Undoubtedly a Bubbles.

"It's my at for all of my socials and it kind of just became my nickname," you respond and you can't help but smile back at that amused smirk he wore, it was definitely contagious, as small as it was.

"You may as well be speaking another language, but I don't mind, because you look positively scrumptious doing it," he paused before adjusting his stance, his grip tightening slightly on you, the heat from his fingertips against the thin fabric of your tank top and leggings was melting you from the inside out. He was carrying you bridal style, but it was almost more like a cradle considering how small you were compared to him. You were blushing at his comment, you couldn't help it, the sexual gravelly lull of his voice definitely had to be some kind of bat-man siren song.

Your heart beat quickened as he took a step forward, the realization that his tightening hands meant you were about to be transported through the clouds by a man with fucking wings. "Wait!" you yelp, peering up at him with a panicked look on your face. Azriel raised his eyebrows, freezing in place.

"Yes?" He asks, drawing out the word with a teasing inflection in his voice. His eyes were patient but he wore an amused smirk, his attention now solely fixated on your plump parted lips. I wonder how much of my cock I can fit in that pretty little mou—

"There's no pre-flight safety lecture?" You never thought you would miss the condescendence of flight attendants so much. You would have given anything for an espresso martini and a blanket and maybe one of those bags of miniature pretzels, your stomach growled at the thought.

"Hold on?" Azriel tries, that same amused smile playing at the corners of his mouth. You let out a less than satisfied noise and he chuckles quietly. "I don't take many new passengers," he admits sheepishly. He didnt mind all the stalling so much, it meant he got to relish in your scent for a little longer, usually humans didnt smell this good.

"Wow you are really making me feel sooo much better, thank you for that," you utter sarcastically, your hand tightly gripping his chest, you could feel the steady beat of his heart under the leather of his, bondage suit? You didnt know. Azriel chuckles again and you fight the urge to shiver at the rumble that traveled through his chest with his laugh.

"The more we sit here and talk about it, the more afraid you'll be," and there is no warning, there is no hey im about to shoot hundreds of feet in the air. There is only wind, and your hair everywhere, and clinging onto Azriel for dear life— and shrieking like you had that time there was an unnaturally large spider that had moved into your walk in closet back home.

"Not fucking cool Azriel," you shout, your voice high over the whipping wind, your eyes are tightly squinted and youre almost glad you can't see his annoyingly amused smirk. "A one, two, three would be nice— and I'd like you to know right now that there isn't going to be a next time," your skin is covered in goosebumps and you were sure if it wasnt for the searing heat of his body you would have been shaking.

"I do love a challenge Bubbles," he dips his head down, and you can feel his nose brush against your scalp, your toes curl involuntarily at the sound of his voice. Raspy and seductive. You squeeze your eyes shut, hell would freeze over before you opened them.

"Never. The. Fuck. Again." You say, and it's a promise, you want to sock him over the head when he only laughs in response. "Im glad youre getting a real good laugh about this," you don't dare to open your eyes, even though that smile was the most dazzling you had ever seen. The only positive side to your current situation was how delicious he smelled.

"Youre fine."

"I think I might pass away."

-

You don't know how long it's been when you finally land back on the ground, and you hadn't opened your eyes once. No matter how many times Azriel had tried to get you to. "Open your eyes," he instructs, finally setting you down gently onto your feet.

Your eyes flutter open and you take in the sight of the room the two of you were now in. Your lips part slightly at the size of the bed, it was four poster super vintage looking, and the largest bed you had ever seen. There wasnt much beside the bed in the room, large windows, long curtains that hung almost from floor to ceiling and a large glass door that lead to the balcony. A single table on one side with an array of weapons, none of them guns you noticed. And a very tall wardrobe on the other side of the room. Despite the quality of the furniture it was horribly monochromatic.

"Im going to have to hide you here— For now," he looked down at you, waiting for you to say something, you didnt know what you were supposed to say to that. Hiding implied that whatever was outside was dangerous. "I know its not much, my living situation recently became a little more complicated— sometimes its nice to have a place to go that nobody knows about," he explains, his eyes still fixated on you. He didnt feel good about leaving you here all alone, but it was probably the safest place— and he didnt know how Rhys was going to react about a human girl from another world.

No one else had been to Azriels new apartment, he thought it rather ironic that a human girl was the first to see. With Cassian and Nesta fresh off of the bond- and Rhys and Feyre's hands more than full with Nyx... Azriel had just known it was time for a private place of his own. And it was proving to be quite useful now, perhaps a secret little copulation den for the erotic torture of a human girl— no not torture exactly, she would like it, she would be begging—

Your voice interrupted his insolent thoughts. "It's giving serial killer. Like a pop of color maybe? A Himalayan salt lamp? A few throw pillows definitely never hurt anyone," you say before turning around finally to meet his gaze, your heart almost stops, no pookie, youre not hallucinating, his eyes did just get three shades darker.

"Right, well I guess you'll have to help me " he responds before clearing his throat, and you could tell he hadnt really understood. His expression was completely indifferent, but his eyes, a shiver ran up your spine. "Make yourself at home, I'll be back and when I am I'll have food. There's a bathing room down the hall, and you can help yourself to whatever you can find to wear in there- though I'm sure it won't fit," he gestures to the wardrobe, "and I usually sleep nude so you may not find much at all," he adds, one more ghost of a smirk, before leaping off of the balcony and shooting into the sky.

You can't help but watch as he flies away, his enormous wings looking like some crazy CGI shit. You shuddered, remembering that moments ago you had been up there with him. When youre sure hes gone and you know youre alone, you cry. Ugly cry.

a/n: i would literally cut out my kidney with a bread knife and hand it over on a silver platter to be reader hahaha I think I got everyone on the tag list tell me if I missed ya im going to get drunk now

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[obsessedwrhys]

|| RHYS DATING HEADCANONS ||

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ reader is gn, lots of fluff (I can't english but i love him, also i have low knowledge of the game lore cuz im stuck on a level 😭)

The definition of an airhead, buuuuut he has a big heart

How you guys met was when you had stumbled upon him hiding behind one of the villages houses

As it turns out he was hurt from a fight against some outlaws, so feeling bad at the sight of him trying to treat himself with one arm, you decided to help him out

Your kind gesture touched his heart which led to him frequently visiting you everytime he comes back from a dangerous trip

Just imagine you're outside sweeping the front porch and then you hear him call out your name which you look up to see him waving at you with a toothy smile

It was almost like he considered you his personal nurse as you're the one he always goes to when he's hurt anywhere

When talking to him, you found his behaviour strange since he always talked to you in a rhythmic way, but you also found it amusing

It didn't take long for Rhys to start developing feelings for you since he was very much attracted to you and enjoyed spending every second he could with you

Once he was sure he had a crush, he would start to get you pretty things he found when he's out exploring.

"Look! I got you this! 😊" He'd say with his hand holding out a beautiful yellow flower.

Loves it soso much when you thank him but if you're awkward with receiving gifts, a simple smile is enough to send him over the moon

Would definitely introduce you to his bird mount, 'Plumecharger' who took a while to finally warm up to you

Will also let you feed his bird, his hand would be guiding yours towards the beak very slowly to get them to trust you more, but secretly he was liking the feel of your hand in his

If we're talking about flirting, this man has no idea how to, his vocabulary is already struggling itself so his only way of showing love would be lots of gift gifting and spending quality time together

He had given you so much gifts that you needed to install another shelf to store them

Your personal favourite would be a flower crown he had tried to make himself, the work was a bit sloppy as some of the flower stems were poking out or been worn out from his constant struggle to tie it together. But hey, it's the thought that matters!

I'd like to think that this man would go around asking his friends how to make the first move which resulted in him getting mixed ideas

"You just gotta brag about how much of a man you are! It worked for me!"

"REALLY?!"

Cue him bragging about his criminal stint with the Quicksand Claw that you had to listen with an awkward look, because from what you heard from the other villagers, he was just there to feed the birds

After his epic failure of trying to have you fall for him, you laughed at his poor attempts and ended up being the one to confess, which had him so overjoyed he was actually jumping on his feet

While dating Rhys, he would always follow you around the village when he's not busy with his line of work

Lots of the villagers found it cute how he was always trailing behind you like a poodle. If you're buying groceries for dinner, he's willing to help you hold the basket to show you how much of a big boy he is 😼

LOVESLOVESLOVES CUDDLES

Fine with being big spoon or small spoon depending on yall's mood

He likes it especially when you're both cuddled together with Plumecharger laid down for you guys to rest your heads on, that's when you'll see him at his most vulnerable

His helmet and gears are taken off, his arms wrapped securely around you, a soft smile on his face as he's nuzzled against your chest

PLEASE PLAY WITH HIS HAIR WHEN HES SLEEPING IT MAKES HIS HEART ALL SOFT AND MUSHY

Though, he's very ticklish so if you poke him on the side he'll laugh and start a tickling war

Considering how fluffy his hair is and how he doesn't really know how to take care of it, you'll have to be the one to teach him

He melts whenever you braid some strands of his hair together, so everytime he's out on another trip, he'll run his fingers across the braids thinking about you

Now onto kisses

This man will admit to you with no shame that he has no idea how to kiss, since he never thought he would actually find someone who loves him :(

Once you teach him how to kiss, it's over for you.

Oh? You're busy cutting the veggies? KISS. Now you're trying to clean the house? KISS. You've just finished cooking his favourite meal? SHOWERS YOU WITH KISSES

Since he loves you so much, you have the honour of naming one of his terrabirds.

Without even realising, he would start to give that specific terrabird special treatment that it started to make Plumecharger jealous

Honestly, his pet names would contain just the simpler ones like baby, honey and his personal favourite, babe.

This man cares about you a lot so if you get sick or hurt, he'll drop everything he's doing just to take care of you.

"Rhys where are you going?! We have work to do!"

"Sorry! It's an emergency!" He shouts while running away from his friends.

Doesn't care if you say you're capable of taking care of yourself, he just wants to always be there for you

If you're up for it, he's willing to teach you how to ride Plumecharger, of course he'll be close-by and ready to catch you if you get knocked off or anything.

He's honestly very insecure about his laugh when around you because he's scared you'll stop loving him for it so you'll have to assure him that you love his laugh very much 🥺

If you happen to be insecure on anything about yourself, he'll shower you with even more love, he really doesn't care about your imperfections, he finds you being human more perfect than anything

Dating Rhys also includes lots of dates where you guys are either out stargazing, shopping at the market or doing self care routines together, which is his favourite.

I'd also like to add that this man is SUCH A TEASE!!!!

He likes to make you pout or beg for something so he'll be one of those people who put your things high up or hidden somewhere in the house to have you ask him for help

"Did I hear a please?" He'd said with a smug everytime.

HE ALSO DOES THAT LITTLE HEAD TILT THING LIKE IN THE GIF

If you get frustrated and just decide to ignore him, he'll follow you around like a fly that won't go away.

"Awwwww! Don't be mad, you're just so cute!" He'd say, giving up and handing you your stuff back.

If he could he would squeeze your cheeks right after.

Personally, 10/10 golden retriever boyfriend material

[thlee18]

NSFW, aged up to adults

Part 1

Megumi still can’t believe that Itadori’s prank left his room unlivable for the next few months. He knows his friend can be airheaded but to flood the room and fill it with fish? A whole other level of stupid. He sighs as he pulls open the door to Itadori’s room that they now share. He sneers at the poster of the girl on his wall wishing he could take it down without him noticing. After dropping his bag by the desk he flops backward onto the bed. The room smells like Itadori, his soap, his cologne. Megumi closes his eyes and breathes it in, hating the way that Itadori has infiltrated his brain, the weird feelings in his stomach when he’s around his best friend. Being so close to him all the time now, being suffocated by the air in this very room has made it hard for Megumi to function.

More often than not lately, Itadori will beg Megumi to join him in bed. He pretends to be asleep, pretends to be angry, pretends to despise the closeness of Yuji’s body when he finally relents and slides in next to him. Itadori has always been openly affectionate, a quality Megumi would never admit he finds endearing. On the nights where he is fast asleep before he can ask, Megumi lies awake and listens to his breathing, dreaming up excuses as to why he had to crawl into his bed.

Megumi stares at the ceiling now, pictures Itadori’s easy smile, his wild pink hair, his face softened with sleep. He grunts, knowing his resolve is waning. What would Itadori think if he knew what Megumi imagined? What would he do if Megumi was brave enough to make a move?

The door slams open. Itadori is laughing with his arm around Kugisaki who shoves him away telling him to, “Get the hell off of me you freak!”

The corner of Megumi’s mouth twitches up. His two best friends, always loud, always fighting.

“Fushiguro, this guy is your problem now. Good luck, he had a couple beers with his dinner and hasn’t stopped hugging me.”

Her face is scrunched with disgust and Megumi laughs softly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be alright.”

When Kugisaki closes the door behind her Itadori stands there, staring at Megumi.

Megumi feels his cheeks heat just a bit, Itadori’s stare intrusive and unrelenting.

“Meeeguuuumiiii,” he whines, dragging out the vowels, stepping closer until he stands in front of Megumi, their knees touching. Megumi rests on his elbows, looking up to Itadori’s face.

“What do you want, Yuji?”

Itadori’s face splits into a smile. Megumi knows he loves it when he calls him by his first name. Before he realizes what’s happening, Megumi is pinned beneath Itadori, his body completely covered by the massive man, the weight of him doing things to Megumi that he really doesn’t want Itadori to notice.

“Yuji, what the fuck-”

“Sleep with me tonight. I want you to sleep with me. And I want to snuggle, you know I sleep better when I snuggle.”

His voice is pleading, childlike.

Megumi sighs, their heartbeats thudding in time and uses every ounce of willpower not to pop a boner under his best friend.

Itadori brings a hand to Megumi’s hair, threading it at the roots and Megumi gasps in surprise. He himself isn’t so touchy, especially not with anyone else, and the intimacy of Itadori’s hands on him makes him feel hot and tense.

“Yuji, can you get off of me? I’ll sleep with you if you get off of me right now.”

“But you’re so warm and comfortable. Like a big, live stuffed animal. I don’t want to get up.”

“Itadori,” Megumi is starting to feel desperate, his cock getting hard as Itadori’s fingers scratch at his scalp, pull gently on his hair. Itadori’s face is buried in Megumi’s neck, his breath hot, resulting in goosebumps and embarrassingly shallow breaths.

“Itadori!”

Itadori tenses and Megumi knows he can feel it now, hard and pulsing between them. He wiggles slightly against it and Megumi grunts.

“I told you to get off of me.” His voice is calm but trembling a bit.

Itadori stays put.

“That what I think it is?” He asks, his voice low and quiet.

Megumi just nods.

Itadori gets up then and smiles at Megumi like nothing happened.

“I’ll leave you alone for a bit. Good thing I’ve got that poster to help you out, huh?” With a wink Itadori leaves the room, giving Megumi far too long to process what just happened.

[terrence-silver]

Okay because nick mirini has play dnd before and plays downfall do you think Terry has played it before and tried to get John to play with him when they were younger

Like I could see terry having a collection of dnd items in his mansion in like room like he has with his katana collection 👀

And terry playing dungeons lord also like I feel like Kenny would have got him into it 👀 like this man would be the most competitive person ever on that game

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I mean, Terry Silver was a fully formed adult in the 80's, at the cultural zeitgeist of Arcade games, Dungeons and Dragons, various Low Fantasy genres, Street Fighter, the Martial Arts movie craze, Dance Aerobics, Star Wars, heavy metal music, and the first ever video games as we know them so really, it is highly probable he has interacted with these parts of American culture by osmosis in the least. Like, it would be extremely unbelievable if a man in Los Angeles didn't (the same way I cannot possibly imagine Johnny Lawrence, a native of LA, not knowing what an Uber is in the 2020's, year of our Lord, no matter how airheaded he is meant to be; it just isn't believable). Canonically, Terry mentioned the Superbowl and Starbucks at least once, so that's something. His Wah-Wah mockingly directed at Mr. Miyagi a vague nod to Bruce Lee movies. An indicator Terry Silver is aware of popular culture, in-universe. Like, there's something there.

Now, if he actually indulged in these thing is another matter altogether.

For John Kreese, my answer would be mostly negative. He seems like a man stuck in the past whenever we encounter him, like he purposefully, pridefully and very spitefully emerged from a bubble whenever he is reintroduced, giving me the impression of someone who reviles the progress of the 'times' and sticks to his own ways (even if his ways are the more difficult, but I feel that's exactly how John Kreese likes it too) and the old ideals he considers worthy and timeless. He likes the things he knows and has known all his life. He's a newspaper kind of guys and probably has been for sixty years or something as crazy long as that. Listens to music slightly, or very out of date, enjoys movies slightly, or very out of date and generally consumes media out of date too. When everyone was raving on about Star Wars, man was still rewatching old Westerns, or something of the type. That's what I envision. Likes the feeling of reading paper under his fingers. Doesn't care what the 'kids nowadays' do for fun or how they do it because he considers it a waste of time no matter the decade, be it in the 70's, 80's, 2000's or present day. He strikes me as a dyed-in-the-bone contrarian and if he ever indulged in the subcultures of the 80's it is because likely, Terry pushed and coaxed him into it with great difficulty, capitulating to Terry like a grumpy older sibling would to the more energized, younger one, seated in front of Terry's state of the art Dungeons and Dragons board, in his equally state of the art multi million dollar playroom, ready to go along with it, because hey, after all, it's his friend, Twig. John might've prefered a good, old card game if he personally had to choose, but for Terry --- hey, ho, he'll endure it and mainly do so purely to be vaguely amused at how into the game Terry himself is. It is not that John Kreese is unaware of popular culture, he just chooses to remain uninvolved and he strikes me as the type who doesn't care. He's entrenched in his ways and there's no changing that. So, nope, probably ain't a fan of Dungeons and Dragons and never was. Sorry.

Now, Terry Silver? That's different.

I think he does care and has a weirdly juvenile and even geeky streak to him, not in the classical sense where he was ever actually a nerd the way we know nerds (especially in 80's media), but Terry Silver's a jock with very stereotypically nerdy interests, weapons collection and all. Wouldn't surprise me if he had custom made arcade game boxes installed somewhere on his mansion's compound premises for Snake and Dennis to use, if they played Monopoly with actual stacks of money, courtesy of Mr. Silver, if Terry Silver actually relished in Hong Kong martial arts movies in the 70's, watching them ironically in, say, his personal home theatre, to mock them but in actuality, rather enjoying them beneath layers of gleeful disdain or if his so called D&D items included actual antiques, expensive collectibles obtained on high end biddings and stuff that genuinely cost a fortune. Or, hey, why just play Street Fighter on a personal Arcade console, when he can take on the whole aesthetic. He could've jumped out of a game and you couldn't tell me otherwise. Terry Silver embodies the times far more so than John, whatever the times may be --- after all, when we first see him, he's funding and kickstarting an app. Nobody needs to introduce Terry to the concept of games or popular culture because he was already well present for all the OG classics and while I don't necessarily see him playing video games present day, I can genuinely see him doing something as fringe and bizarre as buying the company that produced Kenny's Dungeon Lords and becoming that odd footnote in history when that one Billionaire randomly took ownership of a video game production studio as a business venture.

But, in the 80's?

I flat out see Terry Silver doing something even more laughably bizarre and donning his working class, poor man's clothes, sneaking out to an arcade club on a weekend, wrecking all the participants there solely because he must win, regardless what he's winning at, or investing weeks on a really petty, impish scheme of walking out victorious out of a D&D tournament purely because that currently tickled his fancy and what makes him laugh most as of recent-- becomes a long forgotten urban legend that a guy that was once on a tournament so happened to be someone famous some dude who knows a dude swears he saw and recognized at a ribbon cutting ceremony broadcasted on TV for some refinery plant out in Borneo, but nobody can confirm or deny this tall tale.

[theonetruegnome]

The Tag incident

Dandy was looking wildly around her, fearful yet defiant of what she might see. The field seemed empty though, so she allowed herself to bend double and catch her breath. her limbs were heavy and lungs empty. She looked up and saw one behind her, the guard with the electric truncheon running after her.

'Come on, can't a gal get a decent rest these days?!' She said with perfect Hollywood movie inflection. She couldn't wait up, he was getting closer all the while. She ran off, running for dear life, the guard yelling after for her to stop and return to the facility. Dandy didn't listen, she couldn't go back, couldn't stand another ten years in that concrete hell box. Her legs pumped furiously and the figure began to fall behind. She looked back and smirked.

'Not so tough now are ya?'

A purple chicken suddenly jumped from the trees and knocked the bun to the ground, simultaneously bringing her back to reality.

'Tag! Gotcha Dandy!'

Conk lifted himself off of Dandy's chest and adjusted his scarf. Dandy looked up at the chicken smiling down at her.

'Why'd you have to go and do that?! I was just getting into it!'

'Sorry, but it's your own *Yawn* Fuh-Fault for being so airheaded. I just took advantage of it' Conk took a moment to stretch and limber up. 'Well, I best be off. Oh, and Leah just got Mana, so don't bother going after her'

Before Dandy could reach up to tag him back, he was off and running. She slowly got to her feet and retraced her steps, eventually coming back to where the candy-pink dog had stopped. Munch was panting and clutching his stomach, moaning slightly.

'Woah, you ok dude?' Dandy was concerned for her friend, he looked really uncomfortable.

'No. My stomach *oof* really hurts.'

'Well, you shouldn't have had all those milkshakes on an empty stomach then, it probably messed up your insides. The running also probably didn't help.'

'But it made me happy! Oww... You're probably right though. I'll catch up, just gotta *URP* let it die down.'

Dandy nodded at Munch then ran off and scoped out the scene.

Now that she had stopped imagining herself as a cool convict Significantly Less cool version of herself, she could see the others running around properly. Eli had a laughing Leah on his shoulders with SunnyShoat following along. Callum was being chased by Mana and looked frankly terrified, while Conk appeared to have crashed in a patch of Dahlias about ten feet from where he tagged Dandy. She had to carefully choose her prey. Conk was a no-go. He wouldn't realise he was tagged and it would confuse everyone. Callum was being dealt with by Mana, so that's a no-go. Eli was protecting Leah, and he could outrun any of them. The only choice was sunny, she'd have to just outlast her.

'Heeeere comes Dandy!!'

The rabbit sprang out and began to sprint towards Sunny, who had already turned tail and began to run. The wind whipping her ears back, the sweet grass beneath her feet, her friends all running around and having fun... Nothing could be better than this. 'FZZNZZT

Hoppy was already catching up to picky, she could see the pig beginning to slow down and get tired. Wait, who was that ahead of her? She didn't know a Picky! She looked down. 'Green? But I'm... Why am I green?! Guys why am I green?!!' Hoppy stared at her hands in horror, her beautiful golden fur now a sickly peppermint green. Picky looked back at her friend and Gasped at the stranger in her place. GZZZRRZZ

Dandy dropped to the ground. 'No. No no no no no!' she whispered, still staring at those hands, those awful, green... hands... Her head cocked to the side in confusion as she turned them over and over. Though the tears pooling in the corners of her eyes, she saw them, coloured sunny like wheat, not peppermint. 'But... just now... they were...' She felt a presence and looked up. Her friends had all run over, even Conk-out and Munchypup. Leah jumped down from Eli's shoulders and moved slowly closer.

'Dandy? Are you ok? What were you crying about?' Leah was worried, what if she had hurt herself?

I... I can't remember. *Sniffle* Never mind Leah. If I can't remember it, it mustn't matter, right?'

'I guess so. Just look after yourself alright? You and Eli are always injuring yourselves!'

'Ha! No chance!' She quickly looked over to munch and Mana and winked. The two smiled but quickly reshaped their faces into expressions of concern. 'Oh! One last thing Leah.'

'Yeah?' Dandy clapped her on the shoulder and leant down to whisper in her ear.

'You're it.'

Like lighting, Mana tapped Callum and Munch smacked Eli on the head, yelling 'YOU'RE IT!' and the three fiends sped off in different directions.

Leah and Callum went after Mana and Dandy, while Eli charged after Munch.

Sunny was still confused. She could have sworn she saw something, but what? It was like somebody had scooped the last five minutes of her memory out with a spoon.

'Hey, Conk, did you see-'

'No miss, my dad ate my homework... ZZZzzzz... Munch wasn't hungry enough...'

Sunny was about to wake up the Cockerel when she heard a 'Woah!' an enormous crash echoed around, and a high scream went up;

'AAAIIEEEEEEE!'

Sunny ran over to Munch to see Eli laying on top of him, dazed. One of his tusks was jammed into Munch's chest.

'Oh god man, I'm so sorry! I just tripped and-'

'What's going on?!'

'Oh God, Munchy!!'

'Ok, ok! Everyone back up! Come on Eli up you get. Come on, up, you're crushing him! Ok Munch, we're going to go home and your Mom or Dad'll take you to a doctor ok? Ok. We're going to have to walk but we'll support you. You guys keep playing, we'll be back soon! Eli? Help?'

'Yeah, got it cap.'

As the two carried the crying pupper back home, sunny's mind was distracted by Munch being in pain, leaving her subconscious to fill in the cracks until it all seemed like a weird nightmare.

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[triniteevee]

Power Couple

(jacq x reader | part i of ii in a series)

Look, it’s not their fault. First off, who wants to listen to their professor actually teach a class? Second, who doesn’t want to hear their professor talk about their romantic life?

or the story of how Jacq met his partner

Everyone loves Jacq. That’s just the way things are. Is the sky blue? Are the steps leading up to the Academy the worst? Is Clive having a mid life crisis? Yes. Yes. And yes.

All those above are facts.

Yes, Jacq could be a bit of an airhead for someone whose work could only be described as pure genius. Not to mention, he has a tendency to go off on a tangent. Occasionally peppering in unrelated questions in his exams has gotten him into trouble repeatedly. Despite his attractive frame, he tends to slouch. He wears silly hexagon glasses and slides for Arceus’ sake. Yet, the fact of the matter is — everyone loves Jacq.

The only person to come close to the pedestal in which Jacq unknowingly sits is his partner.

Now, nobody in the academy has actually ever met this mystery person, but by the stories shared by the young professor, anyone could surmise what an equally delightful person they are.

“Sorry for the wait.” Jacq nervously pops his head from outside the classroom, prompting a round of laughs from his students.

‘Oh, classic Jacq,’ everyone thinks, once again charmed by the man.

“What is it this time, professor?”

“Ah,” he muses, right before a bashful smile forms on his face. “I was just a little caught up with talking to my partner.” He scratches the back of his head. “Lost track of time, then whoops. Uh-oh, I’m late for class. Time flies and all that.”

The class lets out a collective dreamy sigh at his words.

Always wanting to waste time, and hear more of their beloved professor’s beloved, a student asks, “What were you talking about?”

A bright smile lights up Jacq’s face, and soon enough words leave him before he can think to jump into today’s lesson. “They’re at Kalos at the moment, but they’re hoping to make a pit stop here at Paldea if you can believe it.” His voice doesn’t have the usual excitement to it, but the underlying coyness is there. “I’ve asked them if they would want to see the academy, and they immediately said yes. Truthfully, I’ve told them many stories about all of you and they’re keen to meet you.”

Everyone reels.

The thought process goes like this. ‘They’re so close by!’ to ‘They’re coming here???!’ to ‘Aw, he talks to them about us?’ and back to ‘They’re coming here???!’

Ignorant of his students’ inner musings, the professor carries on, “I imagine you’re excited to meet them, yes?”

Well, duh.

He grins at the eerily synchronized slow nods from the baffled students.

“Which is why I’ll be requesting permission from the Director to let them give a special lecture.”

Excited cheers erupt in the classroom.

After a beat, Nemona realizes something. “Did you ever tell us what your partner’s field of study was?”

Jacq’s eyes widen a tiny bit, but his glasses make the sight more comical than it should be. “Oh my. I could’ve sworn I mentioned it when you asked me how we met?”

Once again in unison, the class shakes their heads.

“Well, as you know, we met when I travelled to Galar for an exchange study program. They came to my rescue when I was stopped by airport security for having a Tinkaton in my party.”

A few snickers scatter amongst his students. He pauses to give them an exasperated smile. This is the part of the story that took his class 30 minutes to calm down the first time they heard it.

“They were leaving Galar just as I was coming in, and switched an empty pokéball for Tinkaton’s. They took the blame, and claimed Tinkaton was theirs and part of their highly important and classified research under Professor Oak. As soon as his name was dropped, security started tripping over their feet apologizing.”

Understandably. Being associated with the Professor Oak just further cemented Jacq’s partner as so cool in the students’ eyes. Their quick thinking as well, in comparison to Jacq’s own occasional absent-mindedness, further earned his students’ favor.

“Turns out they really did have a highly important and classified — at least at the time — research under Professor Oak. Right now, it’s widely known that their team is creating the most comprehensive Pokédex there is. They’re specifically tasked with regional types, and alternate forms.”

A breathless “wow,” leaves Nemona’s lips. The student beside her mutters, “right?”

“Now, does that answer your question? Perhaps we should move onto today’s topic?”

Someone from the back of the class shouts, “Finish the story!”

Another student echoes the sentiment, “We always love hearing it!”

Jacq sighs, but he knows he’ll cave. He can never say no to his students, and he’s always happy to speak about you to anyone who would listen.

“I was staring at them in awe even as they were being whisked away to board their plane. A few seconds after I watched them walk away, I realize they still have my pokémon. I was tired, hungry, and quite frankly just wanted to get out of there, but I stood still, shocked. Eventually, I hear something roll on the ground.”

His students are on the edge of their seats now, despite hearing this story before.

“I had dropped the pokéball they switched in. I heard a sort of rattling noise as I picked it up. Folded in, and tucked safely was a paper with their name and number hastily written. I immediately sent them a text to thank them. Before their flight took off, I got a single message back, ‘what were u thinking >:(‘

A fond laugh leaves Jacq’s lips at the memory.

“Safe in the knowledge that Tinkaton was not pokénapped, I made my way to Hammerlocke to settle in. About half a day later, they respond to my string of apologies with, ‘ok.’

The class laughs at that. “Mood.”

“To ease my worries, they sent me daily pictures of Tinkaton. Eating delicious poffins, battling their own pokémon, shining its hammer. They didn’t say much, but I didn’t mind. I, however, said a lot. Thankfully, they didn’t mind either.”

A chorus of aww’s once again flooded the room.

“At the end of the semester, I had mentioned I’d be leaving Galar, and could safely take in Tinkaton once more. As though through lady luck herself, both our next stops were Alola. My palms were sweaty the entire time I waited for them at Heahea.”

The students practically had wistful looks at this point.

“When our eyes met, I was once again stunned speechless by their presence. It was like everything was running in slow motion. I was nervous to approach them, but they spoke to me like they knew me very well. Which, based on how much I talked in our messages, was fair.”

He lets out a self-deprecating laugh, accompanied with an almost hopeless look in his eyes.

“It didn’t matter because they had plenty to say, and were more than happy to fill in the silence. Most of which were data gathered about my Tinkaton. Boy, I tell you, it felt like my heart was about to leap out my chest. They took it in stride. If they noticed my nerves, they were gracious enough not to mention it.”

“Here it comes,” Nemona whispers excitedly, only to be shh’ed by the rest of the class.

“They hand me a binder chockfull of information about my Tinkaton, as well as virtually every important entry about the species published in pokédexes the last two hundred years. Apparently, they did this in their spare time because they didn’t want to show up empty handed.”

“I’m simply more than grateful they saved my behind when they had nothing to gain from it. Now, I’m floundering for a response, but they seem to have mistaken it for haughtiness. They mention something along the lines of having the data too heavy and messy for it to be a message or an email. That was when I had an epiphany. What if it could’ve been an email? Rather, something you can open just as easily on your phone?”

“I combee-lined it out of there, and took my laptop to the nearest café to draw a proposal and write its initial code. Right when I was stuck on giving the project a name, down slams the binder. When I look up, there they were sipping on an iced tea. They looked cool as a cucumber, but the aura was wildly menacing.”

“They whisper, ‘I remember thinking you never shut up, but now you’re pretty good at it. Why is that?’”

Half the class is actually mouthing the words.

“I was still too flustered to speak to them. In lieu of answering their question, I took out my phone. I still remember how the look in their eyes shifted to something softer and kinder when they read my text message. im shy :(‘

“They laughed, pulled out the other chair, and we continued conversing that way for the rest of the day. Some patrons stared when they saw this impressive looking trainer speak to dorky ol’ me typing his answers away on his phone. Before we left the café, I logged back onto my laptop and named the pokédex app’s initial code after them.”

Someone in the classroom starts shedding tears at that last bit.

“Everyday I was in Alola, we met up to talk about anything. At first, it was just pokémon, and our respective research, but halfway through we spoke about ourselves, our favorite movies, childhood aspirations, stuff like that.”

“Eventually, I did have to actually go back to my university. While they were in Alola for official business, I really just wanted to meet up with this person instead of having them send back Tinkaton through the PC. I gave them back their pokéball which was such a small thing, really the bare minimum, compared to all the great things that happened to me because of them. They saved my behind, took care of my pokémon, and gave me the idea that changed my life forever.”

The deep smitten sigh is an obvious indication that they have reached The End of the story, but everyone is far too pleased with the sweetness of it all to care. It looks as though the professor has to settle down from telling the story. A lovestruck look is fixed firmly on Jacq’s face, which his students coo at.

Nemona, with a teasing glint in her eye, prods, “And…?”

Like he’s snapped out of a trance, Jacq asks, “And what?”

“You know…..”

He offers a kind smile, but tilts his head in question. “I know what?”

The student grumbles, and exasperatedly explains, “Yes. Yay for you. No lawsuits for bringing an invasive species to Galar. Having your precious pokémon taken care of when you weren’t able to. Developing the friggin’ Pokédex app!” She pauses to catch her breath, and the professor can only watch, slightly terrified. “But also! Like? Hello? What about finding the love of your life?! Shouldn’t that be part of the things you mentioned just now? Things you’re grateful to your partner for???”

The rest of the class mumble some sort of agreement to her statement.

Now, Jacq was just confused.

“Where in the story did I mention meeting the love of my life?”

The worst part is he is completely clueless.

Half the class looks heartbroken, the other is horrified.

Both reactions are understandable.

[saphiraprince22]

Beautiful Just The Way You Are

Author talks: This is my first ever ask and thank you so much for it @aroseinvelaris I hope this is what you are looking for.

Warnings: Leo being insecure of his body and hurt and comfort for Leo.

Leo was confident for most part but sometimes he just couldn't help but compare himself to the other boys at camp.

They were stronger, smarter and had more muscles than he could ever imagine that had the ladies swooning over them.

Now don't get him wrong at the back of his mind he knew that he could give them a run for their money but he just couldn't help but wonder why you wanted him.

His beautiful girlfriend, who was so smart, strong and oh so pretty. You had met him not long after he came to camp after the war, at first you guys were just friends and he was with Calypso.

It all went down hill when Leo and Calypso broke up and you were the only one that could get Leo to have his food. Though he kept up his façade of being the coolest person around you were the only one who saw through his act and could confront him and you were the only one who had seen him cry after his mothers death, that was when he realized that maybe you were the one he wanted.

And it didn't take long after that for him to finally confess to you and you had smiled and told that he had taken long enough and that if he hadn't confessed soon you would have done it yourself. It was then that he realized that he would be happy after all.

Leo knew that the color green never suited him and that he had no reason to be jealous or as he vehemently put "annoyed" by other boys at camp. You knowing him like the back of your hand always assured him that the other boys were just athletic airheads (God forbid Percy or Jason hears this) and that he was way cooler and that she thought it was hot seeing him build things at his bunker.

That had definitely gone to his head and you later found him flexing as he worked around bunker knowing that you were watching as you fondly rolled your eyes and refused to acknowledge the warmth of your cheeks.

All these thoughts were swimming inside his head when he was laying at the infirmary after picking a fight with some Ares kids who saw you as an object of reward and not the smart and powerful demigod that you were.

You had been out the whole week for a quest and were blissfully unware about this and he knew that he would most probably get an earful once you were back.

And you were definitely not happy to seeing him with a bruised eye and a busted lip, but you didn't say anything as you sat at the end of the bed waiting for Leo to explain himself.

You knew that Leo rarely picked fights and you also knew that he wouldn't have done it without any reason so you kept quite as he explained what had happened.

What drew you attention was that at the end he mumbled. "Maybe they are right and that I don't deserve you."

"Leonidas Valdez what makes you possibly think that I don't deserve you?"

Leo started at you wide eyed, sure you guys had your fair share of fights but never had you used his full name before. "T-They are right aren't they, I mean I can't fight like them, I don't makes the girls in Aphrodite cabin swoon over me, they don't even consider me as a compet-"

You didn't let him complete as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss and you only let him go once your lungs were gasping for oxygen.

Leo was wide eyed for the second time that night and it was for an entirely different reason, he had never seen you like this and maybe he liked this new change.

"You listen to me very carefully Leo, you are beautiful just the way you are, with these hands that can fix and build just about anything, that keep me warm when its cold outside, that can cook for me because you and I both know that I most probably would have starved to death without them."

That drew a laugh from both of you and you held his hands as if that were most precious things to ever exist. You then cupped his face delicately as he would with all the trinkets he would make for you at his bunker.

"This beautiful, handsome face that comes with the smart ass mouth that just wouldn't keep shut in the most dangerous of situations, the same that just wouldn't stop assuring and encouraging me when I am feeling down."

You once again pulled him for a kiss but this time it didn't last as long as he wanted it to.

"I love you for who you are Leo, I don't care what others think about you, I know who you are and I am in love with you not them so I want you to promise to me that you wouldn't let anyone's opinion change you."

Leo had a warm an watery smile on his face as he held his pinky, "Pinky promise," he whispered as you grabbed his pinky with yours mirroring the same smile that he had. "Pinky promise".

The two of you giggled as you kissed each other. You suddenly pulled back and Leo noticed a fire in your eyes that he had never seen before.

"You are my man Leo Valdez keep that in mind I don't want anyone to look at you the same way I do, do I make myself clear?"

Leo smiled and gave a salute as he replied, "Yes Ma'am".

You both laughed out as the night was filled with laughter and stories of your quest and before Leo could welcome the sleep he looked down at your sleeping figure with a small smile on his face as he knew that no matter how many insecurities and problems you two would have you both would always be there for each other and that it would be ok.

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[cheeriecherrymain]

Bimbo reader paints Viktors nails if he falls asleep at his desk.

omg yes! Okay so same reader as this old request!

Viktor x gn!Reader (SFW)

-imagine you’re typically regarded as an airhead throughout the academy. Infamous for asking stupid questions and accidentally blowing things up - people make assumptions about you, but you don’t really care. You’re smart and you’re capable, and you know it.

-Just because you happen to like traditionally ‘girly’ things doesn’t make you stupid. Your tendency for experiments to go awry is just a coincidence.

-Anyways, after the whole situation with Viktor is sorted out and you guys become friends, you start trying to pamper him. He’s incredibly resistant to anything you try to do to him - face masks, fancy baths with oils and salts, shaping his brows, doing his nails. He complains every single time you try, no matter how much you insist that he’ll feel nice afterwards (“I don’t consider getting my hairs plucked out one by one to be pleasant, Y/N.”)

-That, and he doesn’t believe he has the time to just Sit There for half an hour. That’s thirty minutes he could have spent working, and therefore doing anything else is a waste.

-You don’t hassle him too much after he initially turns down your offers - you’re not pushy like that. But you do encourage him to take care of himself and listen to what his body might need; sleep, food, water, bathroom break. “Self care doesn’t need to be extravagant, Viktor,” you tell him.

-But still, what you wouldn’t do to have a go at him and let him experience a real spa day. You’re fairly certain he’d be tense and uncomfortable the entire time, because the man does not know how to relax and is married to his work. Which is why you have to strike while he’s at unawares.

-Namely when he’s conked out at his desk in the middle of the night.

-You know he’s a heavy sleeper once he’s actually tired enough to pass out, so you don’t have to worry about waking him and having to explain what you’re doing.

-You sneak silently into the lab and pull up a stool beside your friend, then wave your hand in front of his face. Once you’re certain that he’s sufficiently out, you get to work. You pull out a couple of nail files, a little bottle of polish, and a thumb-sized tub of cuticle paste.

-The trickiest part is filing his nails without startling him, but it’s worth the effort. Viktor doesn’t trim his nails the way most people do, with small scissors or clippers. No, he gnaws them off because it’s quicker and he doesn’t want to carry nippers around with him all the time. It’s infuriating, in your opinion.

-But you manage to get his nails fairly even and smooth, filing away the scuffed bits and shaping them to a length he usually found comfortable.

-Then comes the polish. As much as you would have loved to put a pretty colour on him, you know he’d have your head over it, so you instead settle for a clear coat with microscopic glitters. He’ll probably notice anyways, but it'll be subtle enough that he’ll just sigh and move on.

-You pop a couple of coats on, making sure to also get the front edge of his nails. He worked with his hands a lot, so you knew it would add a little bit of protection and prevent chipping. It takes a while for everything to dry, but you’re pleased with the finished result.

-Lastly you paint a little dollop of paste onto his fingertips, and carefully pat it into his skin, letting it soak in. He stays asleep throughout the entire process, barely moving an inch or making a sound. You pack up your little pile of tools, flip his desk lamp off, give him a kiss on the head, and quietly leave the room.

-And the next day, when he narrows his eyes at you as soon as you walk into the lab, you simply play dumb and claim you have no idea why he’s so cranky. He looks like he wants to argue, but as you’d predicted, he just sighs and turns back to his work.

-What you don’t expect is the slightly-grumpy ‘thank you’ he gives you when he does so. It makes you smile so wide, that even Jayce asks why you’re so happy when he walks in. 

-But you just shrug, and turn back to your own tasks.

[carewyncromwell]

10 for Jacob/Ashe affection?

10) the kindest "i hate you" followed by a contagious laugh (Jacashe)

Of all of Duncan's classes, the one he'd always excelled at most was Potions. Honestly, he was even better at brewing potions than his boy best friend Jacob Cromwell was, since as much as the magical prodigy reveled in the theory of potionmaking and loved experimentation, he could get very easily distracted trying to improve on what was already there. Duncan, however, as much as he could very easily have "plused" up a potion if he wanted to, rarely saw much reason to -- experimenting with potions could be dangerous, so he didn't see any point in risking his limbs or eyebrows in an attempt to reinvent the wheel.

Duncan Ashe would need a damn good reason to mess around with a potion's potency. Even his OWL exam didn't give him enough motivation to do it -- his Draught of the Living Dead was already perfect, so the examiner would be more than impressed enough without him twisting himself into a pretzel.

At that same exam, though, the examiner also had Jacob's work to consider -- and the scholarly airhead managed to catch the older wizard's attention not by brewing his own excellent potion, but by drawing the entire periodic table up on the blackboard and then going on a lecture about how one could possibly apply different chemical compounds to potion recipes and their ingredients.

"...As you can see, Muggles have divided up their periodic table of elements not just into how many atoms make up their outer most shell, but also how reactive they are with other elements. Take radium, for instance -- a highly reactive metal that, when ingested, can be deathly poisonous to humans...but if one combines it with clorine, you get Radium Cloride -- a bioluminescent, colorless salt that, when turned into a gas, has even been experimented with as a possible cure for different kinds of cancers. Not unlike the deathly poisonous potion ingredients we use every day, to brew complex antidotes and Healing treatments! Hellebore, used in the Draught of Peace -- Asphodel, used in Wiggenweld Potions -- Venomous Tentacula leaves, Arnica, Sneezewort...all used in countless antidotes, from everything to dragon pox to ague! Imagine how much faster it would be to brew new potions, if we could apply this kind of model to the ingredients we use every day...if we could see, even before experimentation, which ingredients would react violently with each other and which ones wouldn't...hypothesize which ingredients could blend well, and which ones wouldn't! We could develop a cure for memory loss...for blood maledictions...hell, maybe even lycanthropy! The possibilities are endless!"

Duncan was left standing off to the side with his Draught of the Living Dead, watching his best friend once again snatch up all the spotlight away from him. Part of him wanted to be resentful about it, but as he crossed his arms, listening to Jacob eagerly prattle on and seeing the examiner get swept up in his enthusiasm despite himself, Duncan instead found himself smiling.

Because, well...it was a good idea. Jacob always had good ideas. That was part of what had always been so fun about being around him -- why Duncan had become his friend in the first place, even with how stupid and reckless and insensitive and arrogant he could be at times. For all of his flaws, Jacob had good ideas, and those good ideas almost always came from a place of sincerely wanting to help others...from wanting to do good for the world and for the people he cared about.

So as annoying as it was that Jacob had effectively snatched up all of the examiner's attention even after how much he'd praised Duncan's potionmaking skills -- that this rambling diatribe would likely result in Jacob getting an O on his OWL, same as Duncan, without doing even half the physical work -- Duncan couldn't help but watch Jacob ramble on like an idiot with a faintly cynical, but still incredibly fond smirk.

When Jacob finally stopped talking long enough to catch his breath, the examiner actually clapped his hands together, beaming.

"That was splendid! Absolutely splendid!" he praised Jacob, his squinty little eyes twinkling. "Well, Mr. Cromwell...as much as I'd love to hear more, I do have the rest of the class's work to examine...thank you very much!"

Jacob faltered, looking a bit confused, as the examiner walked away, so he could migrate around the rest of the room. He looked over at Duncan across the room, bewildered -- the Slytherin left his cauldron and strode over to him, his arms still crossed and his eyebrows raised coolly over his narrowed eyes.

"Seems the examiner takes after Slughorn, in fawning over you," said Duncan dryly.

Jacob frowned deeply. "He didn't even stay to watch me brew anything. Do you think he'll come back around and watch me brew something then?"

Duncan gave Jacob a bewildered look.

"Do you mean to say..." he said very slowly and lowly, "...that you didn't do that for points? You seriously just scribbled all that stuff up there on a whim, for your own entertainment?"

Jacob glanced back at the periodic table he'd doodled on the board and then up at Duncan sheepishly.

"Well, not for my own entertainment, exactly...but I'd been thinking about it the other day, and I thought about maybe applying it to the potion I did, so I just doodled it up there to test out the idea -- you know?"

Duncan's head fell dramatically, as if he'd just been clubbed with a two-by-four. Then he started to laugh.

"What?" said Jacob. His own face was breaking out into a smile too, just hearing his friend laughing. "I thought it'd be interesting! You can't tell me it wouldn't be fun to try to make a new potion -- think about how much easier and safer it'd be, with a proper periodic table! It's really just common sense, isn't it...?"

"I hate you," muttered Duncan.

Those words, though, were accompanied by the fullest, brightest smirk and eyes that sparkled with fondness as he laughed harder than ever.

"Come on," he muttered through his cackling, taking hold of Jacob's shoulder. "Now that we've both got our O's in the bag, we'd best clean up and head out. Liv can meet us when she's done..."

Affectionate Prompts!

[kairiscorner]

ok, we started off with miguel, now imagine miles 42 with a genius, airheaded crush, like.......

miles 42 with an airheaded, genius crush (headcanons and blurbs !!)

he once thought you weren't the most interested in school or academics in general like most people he met, but he was proven wrong when you two became seatmates–he realized you actually had an amazing grasp of the lessons and wasn't just another pretty face at school; you had a beautiful face and brain.

he goes to you for help when he struggles to understand the lesson, but he hardly understands when you explain it in the most 'you' way possible, which is kind of explained through more onomatopoeias, made-up words, and a lot of stuttering since you're unsure how to explain it but know it's done 😭😭😭

"what i just... slip you the answers during the quiz?" you offered with a bright smile as miles looked at you with a raised eyebrow. "that won't be necessary, you'll get in trouble." he said as he tried to process the notes he took down, but you slid him a piece of folded up paper and began humming to yourself as you looked away from him. he opened the paper, and there, it contained extensive notes you took and compiled; and the best part was, he understood most of it better. he looked at you as you looked back at him with a grin.

"that help comes at a cost though." you said slyly as you sat back in your chair. "okay, name your price." miles said as your stomach grumbled. "how about you treat me to lunch, that'd be a great and fair exchange." you said as you got off your seat as miles shrugged and followed you. "you sure just lunch will pay it all off, or..." "if you're willing to pay a higher price, what about you take me on a date after school?" you offered with a grin as miles got a bit taken aback by your request, though... he wasn't opposed.

when he sees you dozing off in class, he always tries to wake you before the teacher realizes or catches you sleeping, but you always get caught and wake up on time when the teacher calls on you. luckily, since all this comes easy to you, you didn't really have a problem answering the questions, you just needed the question repeated to you and you answer quickly.

miles......... has never met anyone as amazing as you, like getting out of a 5 minute nap and immediately having the braincells and energy to solve advanced physics and math problems? he's falling in love with you and being blown away by you every damn time.

if you begin to ramble to him on stuff related to what you guys are being taught, he'd listen to you, it might prove to be helpful in the long run. this was the instance where he discovered you were a complete and total nerd, and his dorky ass loved you all for it.

sometimes, you stare at miles' braids and just get so deep in thought about how nice his hair looks, what it looks like when it's undone, and if you could one day maybe braid his hair.

"what are you staring at...?" he asks you with an awkward voice as you continue staring at his braids. "pretty hair you got." you said as you kept staring at them. miles instinctively wrapped the end of it around his finger and shrugged. "it's not that good, it's... it's alright." "oh, now, don't be modest--it's beautiful." you beamed as you smiled at him and went back to the worksheets you were doing before your eyes landed on miles' braids. "...thanks." he murmured as he went back to his own worksheets, trying to hide the flustered expression he had on right now. he thought about your comment the whole day and was so elated about it internally.

he doesn't flex your beauty, wealth, athletic prowess or anything--he flexes how unique you are. he NEVER shuts up about you to ganke, like even if he doesn't sound so excited, ganke can tell you're all miles can think about.

miles loves how, despite being airheaded and a little bit dazed at times, you're so amazing and insightful, so helpful and smart that he looks up to you so much.

"ganke, i honestly don't know how they're so... cool, like--" miles went on and on as ganke 'listened' to him as he played video games. "no wonder you think they're out of your league." ganke quipped as miles looked at him with a slight pout. "well thanks for reminding me of the hard truth, not that i don't think about it..." miles murmured as he laid back on the bed. ganke shrugged. "if you're so adamant about knowing whether or not they'd like you, why don't you just up and tell them?" he suggested, which made miles perk up and accidentally hit his forehead on the bottom of the top bunk bed.

"ow, and, wait, that... i can't do that." miles said with a pained expression as ganke opened the ice box they had and threw him a plastic bottle to ease the swelling on his forehead. "hey, the worst they can say is 'no'." ganke said, deadpanned, as miles groaned. "i can think of worst things they could say..." miles muttered as he thought of what would happen if he were to admit his feelings towards you, feelings he can't even beging to name.

when he confessed to you, he was honestly struggling to word it out, and seeing you gaze into his eyes without knowing if you understood or even liked what he was saying killed him inside.

"so, i... i like you, okay?" he finally muttered, looking down at his shoes and back up at you, who still had the same, sleepy-dazed face as usual. miles bit the inside of his cheek and got all sheepish, thinking he was a fool for believing you could really like him back. "...i like you, too." you said with a big grin. miles' eyes widened as his mouth hung open for a second, and soon, he spoke. "r-really?" you nodded. "yeah, you're my buddy, buddies like each other, no?" you said with a sleepy voice as miles felt his whole world crumble. did he just get friendzoned?

miles shook his head. "i meant... romantically, there, romantically, i like you." he cleared up, hoping you understood what he meant. you clapped your hands together once as you finally realized what he meant. "ohhhhh, then i like you, too, still." you said as you grinned again, this time, with a sweeter warmth filling your smile and cheeks. miles blinked a few times and stuttered before he made out the words, "you're serious? you understood what i... meant though, right? for real this time...?" he tried making sure so as not to make a fool out of himself, but all the confirmation he needed was when you walked over and kissed his cheek. "i'm serious, miles." you said with a mischievous smirk and held his hand. you were always the bold type, and miles admired you for that; he just didn't realize how much he loved that bolder personality of yours. "a-awesome." miles murmured, trying not to show much of his excitement right now and play it cool.

you giggled and interlocked fingers with miles, which he was not expecting, but he didn't dare to pull away. "so... wanna get something to eat?" you offered miles as he nodded, squeezing your hand that was in his. "sure." he said as he felt even more flustered, like he was melting in your touch as you led him to a good restaurant you knew. not only did miles just get a partner, he's on his first date with them. man, did he love you and your airheaded, genius self <3

tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @popeheywardssecretgf @lovefrominaya @solecitoszn @anikaluv @q2ie @conitagray @zalayni

[importantcherryblossommentality]

ill sleep after this!! I have to wake up early tomorrow but I finally watched a full playthrough of irisu syndrome. I wanted to compile some parts of Uugi's notes somewhere and so here they are. spoiler warning for the game also him and irisu r literally me ^^

Suicidal Rabbit Diary.txt ))))

I've started to draw more and more pictures of dying cats.

Certainly, there is someone waiting for my pictures. To think that just because of that, my drawing would be this much more enjoyable.

Drawing pictures of cats became a part of everyday life. When it reached the point that I was making dedicated notebooks, she had already seen ten. ))))

In the classroom. Irisu Kyouko four seats away. I was spending that pleasant time like always when a voice called to me from behind. Edogawa Takeru. What does he want? Next to Edogawa Takeru is a broadly smiling Age Hatori. Edogawa says something or other. His voice is rather loud. It must be nice to talk so easily. I was thinking those things while listening. I don't really remember what he said.

Somehow, though I don't really understand why, Edogawa Takeru and Age Hatori started sitting close to me in class. And somehow, though I don't really understand why, we started having conversations. I didn't draw pictures of cats. ))))

The trip is over. Age Hatori stuck close to me the entire time. Edogawa Takeru seemed to pay us more mind than usual. But I just didn't understand what the whole point was. Why did we purposefully tire ourselves out? Doing nothing at home is much better. ))))

Those two have started to actively speak to me. I think it's strange. Why do I care so much about being with people I barely know?

The hotter seasons eventually come around. It's a matter of time before they think it's strange for me to always be wearing long sleeves. It's not something small enough to hide with a watch. And when those people realize it, I'll automatically be estranged from them. Until that time, I'll let them misunderstand. I enjoy being with them. ))))

I thought about it some more. Is there no way for Irisu Kyouko to change her target to me? Irisu Kyouko killing me. That's an attractive Happy Ending. You could say it's my ideal. It would be perfect if Irisu Kyouko would go together with me, but I'd expect that's asking too much. ))))

Age Hatori gave me a truly great idea. Why didn't I realize it sooner?Considering Irisu Kyouko's love of rabbits, isn't the answer clear? If I draw pictures of rabbits in my notebook. If Irisu Kyouko, during her "plan," sees that notebook. What would Irisu Kyouko do to me? I'm excited just by imagining it. ))))

If they knew the reason I hide my wrists,I wonder what kind of reaction they'd have? Would they treat me the same way as they've always done? They probably would. Because they're idiots. Age Hatori would become worried or angry like usual. Even though she's airheaded enough to mistake tigers for cats. Edogawa Takeru, being incapable of distrusting someone else,he'd listen warmly, regardless of what I say, and still be kind towards me. While I was thinking that,I thought that maybe getting Edogawa Takeru and Age Hatori involved in my plan wasn't the best idea. I can say that it was a mistake for Age Hatori to like me. ))))

Hm? If that's the case, isn't this trip unnecessary? Even now I can start changing the world. For the sake of preventing Irisu Kyouko's plan, I should push some reason or other to stop the trip--

Too much trouble. Well, whatever. ))))

The rabbit wasn't well liked by the students, and so it was always alone. ))))

A few days later. The cat came back to the school. Everyone was very pleased. As for the rabbit, everyone had already forgotten it. What happened to the girl? I'll never know. After the rabbit died, nobody saw her again. Were my actions right? In the end, I couldn't change the future. If nobody else, I at least will keep that scarred rabbit deeply carved into myself.

[husbandomail]

hi! if match ups are still available could i please request a romantic one? thank you and i hope that i did everything correctly and didn’t put too much information. i'm not sure if specifying if i would like headcanons or a scenario applies to match ups but please write whatever you would prefer.

information: she/her/hers pronouns, intp and scorpio

personality: absentminded, aimless, airhead, aloof, clumsy, curious, would like to be cute and soft, delicate, forgetful, girly, honest, imaginative, loyal, naive, procrastinating, quiet, reserved and shy

likes: animals, collecting cute things including figures, dolls, original character goods by japanese artists usually of cute girls, sanrio, sweet lolita fashion and art books, daydreaming, going to cafes, reading, running, sleeping, stargazing, the coquette and dollette aesthetic, walking, watching anime and watching documentaries

dislikes: hypocrites, unnecessary inconveniences like slow walkers who are taking up the entire path and unsanitary cooking conditions

lifestyle and routine: i usually sleep and wake up late but i would prefer to sleep and wake up early if i can get my routine under control and i prefer cleanliness but clutter is fine if it is clean and organised but i can honestly be pretty messy if i’m busy

my type: in terms of personality i’m not sure if i have a particular type but i tend to prefer people who are hardworking and intelligent as these traits impress me and physically i like cute people who tend to be on the shorter side but that’s just a slight preference

love languages:

giving: i would like to give someone words of affirmation and take care of them with acts of service

receiving: any

I got a follow-up anon saying Yugioh GX, so I hope that was you!! That aside— I’d set you up with Aster Phoenix!

The two of you would compliment each other really well! Aster does tend to get incredibly caught up in his own head— even disregarding the mission to avenge his father, his own thoughts tend to overtake him, and he’s not usually aware enough to reach out to someone and catch his spiral before it stops. Being able to come home to you would be so good for him; you’re just so soft and comforting, how can his dark thoughts creep up on him if you’re pinning Sanrio decorations in his hair? Sometimes a man just needs his girlfriend to paint his nails so she can judge if this new polish color is good or not. Besides, he can learn to be goofy too— need I mention the Schmaden Schmooki incident.

He’s got more than enough money to support you comfortably, and damn does he love to; you’ll never have to work a day in your life if you don’t want to. Even if you do decide to keep a day job, Aster is going to spoil you anyways— he listens well when you’re talking about upcoming merch drops for your favorite shows, and he’s already well-acquainted with the desperate hunt for rare collectibles, so he’s not gonna stop until you’ve got that limited-edition figure from several years back. Plus, with his money and family name, you can absolutely expect to be flown out to fashion shows all over the world; he refuses to schedule his own duels for those nights, because he’d much rather sit next to you in the crowd and watch your face light up as each model strides down the catwalk. How else is he supposed to know which dress to get you, after all?

After the life he’s lived, Aster would love nothing more than to get lost in mundane domestic things. He doesn’t mind the eternal struggle to get your space organized; he’d let you have as many rooms in the mansion as you want for that exact reason. It’s good that your space is overflowing with the things you love. Although he will admit to himself— the battle with your alarm clock is one of his favorite things to watch. He’s an early riser himself, so he blinks awake with the dawn and rolls over to watch the way your face scrunches up when your alarm goes off. You’re always so quick to silence it and fall back asleep— a part of him knows he should probably wake you, but you deserve the rest. Even if you are sleeping past 10 every day.

The main issue I could see here would be the love languages. Aster has trouble voicing good things about people; on a logical level he understands you’d prefer compliments, but he’s not used to giving those, and most of the ones he’s received over the years are superficial so he doesn’t even have much of a baseline to draw from. How can mere words ever be enough to encapsulate how much he feels for you? You’ll have to be patient and guide him through what you want to hear, and he’ll pick it up eventually— you’re important to him, so he’ll learn to put his pride aside and voice how much he appreciates you, even if his feelings go beyond words.

[cheesus-doodles]

Ok but imagine Rindou losing it when he’s taken to juvie and realizing he can’t see his friend anymore or “protect” them from others

yup yup yup absolutely, have more HCs cause brainrot goes brrrrrr

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Link to previous HCs

Masterlist

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Rindo in Juvenile HCs

Yandere Bestfriend Rindo

not gonna lie, this poor boy will probably go mad with the stress of not being able to see you everyday, and having to think about what you were doing without him there to watch over you

honestly didn't think much about it when he was first detained along with Ran since he had already seen you this morning at school

the realisation only started to dawn on him when it turned dark outside and Rindo found himself starting to get jittery, unable to sit still - now that he was trapped here, who was going to check in on you?

he would usually swing by your house twice every night - once before you fell asleep

And then a few hours later after he was done beating up the scum that inhabited his streets and your school, to make sure that you were actually in bed and sleeping, and that your main door was well locked (he can just shim your window open if he needed to after all)

Ran could practically see the gears turning inside the head of his younger brother as Rindo slowly pieced together his growing fears

If he was locked inside here, that meant that there was no one to accompany you at school, which equals no one around that could protect you, scare off potential bullies or worse (potential friends, he shudders at the thought)

plus, you weren't exactly the brightest of the bunch - Rindo was absolutely convinced that you would follow some stranger home just because they asked you to

or what if you ran across some delinquent scum that would take advantage of your kindness and naivety??

The absolute horror - Ran had to bascially whack Rindo in the back of his head and knock him out because this baby boy was on the verge of a breakdown and couldn't stop pacing around the brothers' shared cell

turns out, you really were as airheaded as Rindo had feared - you simply assumed that your bestfriend was not feeling too well and had decided to stay at home for the day, and you had gone about your day as usual

and you did this without first checking by calling him like he told you to, even though he had drilled this into your thick skull multiple times

he knew you didn't even try because you were surprised to learn that Rindo had been arrested when he could finally call two days later

which was the first thing Rindo did the moment he had access to a phone, much to Ran's amusement

you even had to ask him what juvie was

it wasn't the first time the two brothers spent time being locked up, but it was sure as hell the first time Rindo did after taking you under his wing

the older Haitani thought it was absolutely hilarious all the different shades of red Rindo was turning as he shouted at you through the phone, before quickly paling when he listened to what you had to say

took pity on his younger brother and stole the phone from him (which Rindo gladly handed over) so that he could properly explain to you the situation

Rindo insisted you come to juvie everyday despite only being able to meet you once a week, and of course you being you, obediently followed his instructions without a second thought

you quickly made friends among the guards, though they were nonetheless very confused at seeing you popping up everyday asking to see the same person again and again

but they always came out with either Ran or empty-handed

the times when Ran came out instead, you were still happy to chat with him, the older Haitani listening amused to you rambling on and on about school and life and the past day/week since you've spoke with Rindo

doesn't look like it, but you can be sure that Ran is paying attention and remembering enough to pass on the information to his worried younger brother

its only when you start offhandedly mentioning getting bullied at school by the scum Rindo usually takes care of that he gets anxious - of course you didn't even realize you were being bullied, happy to do anything someone else asks you to do

it was his worst nightmare come through

you were actually too stupid to survive on your own

when your bestfriend drills you for more on "sharing your lunch" with some unknown folks, you happily told him about the new "friends" you had made in school who always asked you to hand over your lunch to them

this poor boy wants so desperately to smack his head into the wall repeatedly

of course the moment he has his back turned some bastards think that they can start picking on you

and you didn't even realize it

but what can he really do from inside here? sternly tells you to stay away from them, and that they were not your friends, but knew his words fell on deaf ears as he watched in real time his warning exit out the other side of your head

at least manages to keep himself together, boredly waving you off as you let out a hum and skip out

melts into a panic attack once he was back in his shared cell, blabbering non-stop to Ran about how he was absolutely dead certain you were going to get yourself killed with no one to look after you

Ran lets him get it all out until he had enough

a light suggestion about asking their new boss for help, if he had contacts on the outside who could do him a favour, was enough to break Rindo's spiral, an actual possibility given they were just recruited into the S62 generation

Rindo was skeptical though - first off, exposing you to Izana of all people? he knew what that boy was like, he eats naive kids like you for breakfast

plus why on god's green earth would Izana agree to help look after an airhead like you? there's nothing to gain

though with a good enough shove from Ran, Rindo reluctantly agreed to at least try asking

at most he just earned himself another beating, but it would be worth it for you

"Hello! Are you Kakucho-kun by any chance?"

"Huh?!" Said boy glanced up with a scowl, though his hostility quickly melted away into confusion upon being met with your beaming smile, to which you stuck out your hand and introduced yourself. Who the fuck were you? "Whaddya want?"

You didn't seem the least bit bothered that he didn't accept your handshake, or rather you didn't seem to even notice, ploughing forward with your words much like a bull down an alleyway.

"Rindo asked me to find you! Wait- I have-"

Rindo? He didn't know any Rindos, but still Kakucho sat, patiently watching as you rummaged through your brown school bag with furrowed eyebrows and the utmost concentration, before being unable to find whatever you were looking for and turning to pat down your pockets instead.

"Ah! Here!" Looking especially proud of yourself as you handed over a crumpled piece of paper from the unknown depths of your pocket to a skeptical Kakucho, the boy felt he had no other choice but to carefully accept the slip from your delicate hands after all your hard work, one wary eye looking you over. What a strange person - you didn't look the least bit scared of him despite every other student fearing the giant scar that impaired his left eye. Yet far from being any kind of credible threat to him like those who weren't afriad, you seemed be more in threat to yourself than to anyone around you, nearly falling over from simply attempting to plop down beside him with a hum on your lips.

But it was the all-too familiar handwriting that instantly had him sit up straight, his sole functioning eye scanning once through and then again in disbelief. This was - from -

"You know Izana?!" He blurted out, letter clutched firmly in one trembling hand. Kakucho hadn't heard a peep from his king for over a year, yet here you were with a letter from him? Who exactly were you? You only tilted your head confused, the top of your head popping over the edge of the letter in an attempt to scan the page.

"Izana?" You echoed. "I thought it was from Rindo?"

Right, he supposed he couldn't expect you to know anything about this, yet the letter offered no further information of the relationship between your 'Rindo' and Izana, just that he was to keep an eye out for you.

"Oi oi! There you are, you lil shithead! Where's my lunch at huh?!"

Ah, he could see what the issue was here. Kakucho yanked you back down before you could stand, lunchbox already in hand, fist instead blasting forward to greet the jaw of the largest of the three blumbering idiots. Well, if his king demands, who was he to disobey?

Across town, Rindo felt like banging his head into a bloody stain against his cell walls, the ache in the back of his mind flaring up again as you haunted his thoughts once more. There had to be something he was missing, there was absolutely no way that Izana would have just agreed to -

A hand whacking the top of his head broke him out of his thoughts. "Rindo~ Not going to eat?"

"Shut up," the younger Haitaini grumbled, getting up from where he had been sat propped against the wall to follow Ran out, ignoring the amused smile plastered all over his brother's face - the older of the two must know exactly what he was thinking about, judging from that annoying smirk.

All Izana had asked for was to meet you when he was out of juvie, and in return would grant you his protection by way of his right-hand man, a boy named Kakucho. But Rindo knew better than to assume things were ever that simple: what did that brtual man with his empty eyes want with you? Who was Kakucho? What if you became friends with him?

At least you had someone to watch out for you, though he had yet to determine whether it was a boon - he suppose he'll have to ask you about your new guard next week. Wincing as he stepped out into the bright afternoon sunlight, all Rindo could do now was wait.