#i still stay by the fact that you cant beat kindness into anyone

[iznyangwoni]

EASY TO LOVE | chapter twelve !

warnings: smut! mdni

After five days of not attending a single class, you finally found the courage to get out of your room. You did indeed fuck things up last friday and that ended up with your phone being smashed on the floor and not being able to leave the house for three days.

If it werent for your mother getting worried about you not replying to her text you would’ve probably stayed there another full week. But now everything was fine, kind of. You were staying at your mom’s house, you had just bought a new phone and Wonyoung and Moka were being sure to stay next to you at all times.

You can feel curious eyes on you as yoh walk in the hallway, and you cant tell if its because you have something on your face or because you’re repeating an outfit.

“Y/n.” You hear Jungwon call you, you turn around. He must’ve just finished practice since he’s still wearing some sweats and his hair and stuck on his forehead.

You dont even have time to say anything as he immediately takes your wrist, taking you with him to the locker room. Thankfully each person of the dance class has a personal locker room, so there’s no fear of anyone getting in. He locks the door and looks at you, you’ve never seen him so mad. “Where have you been?”

“Why do you care?” “Y/n.” You sigh, you’ve thought a lot about what to do with him. You obviously dont feel like playing anymore, so many things ruined this game of yours by now that if Jungwon were someone else you would’ve already let him go. But thats the fact, you cant let Jungwon go. You enjoy his presence and god, the way he kisses you…

“Jungwon i dont owe you any explanation, now can i go to class?” You get closer to the door but Jungwon stops you, his hand going through his hair. “No. Y/n do you understand that i havent heard from you for almost a week? You cant yell at me to not talk to you or touch you and then vanish!”

“You’re getting attached.” You cant even look at him in the eyes, you’re tired of all of this and wish you never spoke to him that day months ago. You need to push him away before this turn out badly. “Dont tell me you arent.” He gets closer to you, his fingers under your chin so you can look at him. “You missed me, didn’t you?” He asks and you chuckle sarcastically at that.

Missed him? You might have missed the way he touches you, but you didn’t miss him as a person. Its not so easy for you to just get attached, especially after what you found out. “You’re only going to bring me even more troubles.” as you say that Jungwon’s hands slowly start to wonder on your body, but you still look at him in the same cold way.

“I thought that was the exciting part.” he gets even closer, his nose brushing with yours before he moves down on your face, giving gentle bites to you. You try not to get distracted, but your heart is already beating so hard its becoming hard to. “You dont know how much i missed your pretty self.” His voice comes out lower than usual, even a bit raspy, it makes your whole body chill.

This is when you realize that he’s not any different from you. You’ve been manipulating and controlling each other this whole time, and now you cant let him go the same way he’s obsessed with you. You close your eyes when he starts biting your neck, his right hand on your thigh.

“Jungwon.. whatever this is… it needs to be over.” But not even you can believe your words, and he’s barely hearing you by the way his hands are slowly going up your thighs. “And what exactly is this, pretty? We’re not dating, we’re barely friends, nor you’ve ever made me touch you properly. We cant stop something that doesn’t exist.”

you feel his lips coming back to your cheek, before he bites your lips. You open your eyes slightly, he’s right after all, theres nothing to stop in the first place. you’re already breathing quite heavily, his hands resting under your skirt. you look at his lips before leaning in, he catches them in a kiss immediately, pushing you back to the door. Your hands on his shoulders meanwhile his grip on your thighs gets stronger. “Good girl. You look so pretty when you listen to me.”

He picks you up, your legs intertwining on his waist, his hands under you ass. He then sits you down on the washer, thank god this school is so rich to afford that. You moan when you feel his teeth sink in your tongue and then bottom lip, one thing about this boy is that he loves to bite. “Tell me if you ever want to stop…” He whispers.

Jungwon slowly goes down, your skirt is short enough that it makes it easier for him to slide his hands under it, his fingers playing with the hem of your underwear. You’re against the idea of doing anything in public, but this is a closed room, with no windows or cameras, you can let yourself relax for now. You feel his bites on your thighs, which makes you giggle a little, he really loves your legs.

Jungwon leaves a couple of marks on the inside of your thighs, your hand on your mouth so that the sounds dont get out too loud. Before you can even register what is really happening, he pulls your panties down and opens your legs completely. Your free hand goes to his hair and he gets up to give you another kiss.

“We dont have time for the full thing..” He says between kisses, his fingers already tracing your opening. Its embarassing how wet you are just from teasing. He then slides his first finger in, making me whine through the kiss, he doesn’t move it immediately, but you can feel his thumb already going to circle your clit. You moan, trying your best to not be too loud, its crazy how he already made you forget what you were talking about.

You bite his shoulder as your head comes to rest on the crook of his neck, he keeps pleasuring you slowly, pumping his finger in and out before sliding in another one. “Fuck.. i can barely fit two in..” You close your eyes, your hands still in his hair meanwhile he kisses your head and cheeks, whispering so much dirty stuff in your ear.

“Jungwon.. am close” He goes faster at your words, wet sounds all over the room, your teeth sinking on his shoulder are most likely going to leave a mark. “Let go pretty, cum on my fingers.” I doesnt take you long before you actually do, his fingers full of your juices. Your legs are still shaking when he puts your panties back on, Jungwon kisses your lips once more before taking a step back.

You take a few seconds to regain your composure, your head still dizzy from what just happened. Jungwon laughs as he sees your red cheeks, finding you very much adorable. “Fucking asshole,” You breathe out, looking at him as he changes his clothes. “I hate how good you are at distracting me.”

He laughs again, shaking his head. You finally find enough balance to get up, Jungwon looks at you, shirt in his hand meanwhile he is wearing none. “Am i distracting you?” “Dickhead.” “You’re gonna run out of insults.” You roll your eyes annoyed, how can he be so damn infuriating and hot at the same time you still dont know.

You wash your face and make yourself presentable again before going towards the door. He looks at you with a smirk on his face, it makes you want to punch him so damn hard. “Call me when you’re feeling stressed, pretty. Looks like it worked taking your mind off of some things.” “Oh fuck off.”

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[meowierz]

DADDY ECLIPSE AU!?!?!?

i need a better name oml

Overall Explanation 

So basically, Eclipse and his three kids (Bloodmoon, Lunar, and Solarflare) (don't ask who got him pregnant) move to the suburbs for a better life. Though, they have to fit in with the rich suburbs standards so they don’t get casted out and burned like a witch.

Kids

Bloodmoon is the oldest. I had to change some things about him so he wasn’t suffering here. He wears contacts because of how messed up his eyes are. He can still see, it’s just harder and they have to fit in. He’s still violent, he just doesn’t crave blood. He takes out most of his aggression on the football team and his siblings (he beats them up) (not breaking their arms like that one ep BUT like how normal siblings fight). He’s not school smart but he is street smart (he can’t do division).

Lunar is the middle child but sadly he’s the shortest (4’11). Lunar’s a big nerd, not with numbers but with video games. He’s in the video game club (it has like 3 members) (ddlc type club lmao). He’s the one that’s the most picked on because of how nerdy and big backed he is. Speaking of being a hungry hippo, he’s favorite snacks are chips ahoy and scooby snacks. He’s a witch about how he pulls them out of thin air. 

Solarflare is the youngest but taller than Lunar. He takes more after his father with his looks and also his actions. He rarely gets bullied by his siblings because he always comes up with the wildest comebacks. He’s extremely smart yet certain things he’s extremely stupid at (he can’t pronounce intelligent but he says it all the time) (he says “in-telli-bent”) But since he’s still an 11 year old, he loves childlike things. He has a little board in his room where he can draw with markers and he carries a big coloring book when he goes out.

FC (Fliex Cruz) (Yes I gave him a real name, he’s NOT gonna be named “Foxy’s Child" on MY WATCH) is Lunar’s age. They’re in most of the same classes and in the same club, they’re kind of frenemies. They have each other’s back but they still rival against each other in everything else. His biological parent isn’t Puppet (unless yall want that because idk rather to do that or not) (don’t ask who got Foxy pregnant) though he still treats her like his biological parent. Yes, he’s also taller than Lunar. 

Jack is in Bloodmoon’s classes and doesn’t rival anyone but his uncle. He’s a chill dude for the most part. He still has his speech impediment and he’s still silly. Matter of fact, he’s still the same except for the fact that he’s also friends with Solarflare. Bro might be perfect.

Dazzle is in Solarflare’s classes. She’s not that good friends with him but it’s more like how cousins treat each other. You probably won’t see each other often but you still got each other's back. Yes they’re actually cousins here but they don’t know it lmao. Anyways, just like Jack, Dazzle still acts the same. She’s literally perfect. I love her.

Other TSBS Kids are blank for now. I have no ideas for them since I don’t watch the other shows often enough but they're going to be in here! Give me ideas for them PLEASE or I will explode. Don’t worry, I’ll also watch and read up about them!

Parents

Eclipse starts out as version 1 Eclipse but through this crazy thing called character development, he acts more like version 4 or whatever version we have now (i cant keep track of his deaths). He is very blunt and he speaks his mind, often thinking he’s the smartest in the room. He goes based on logic rather than heart. For example, let’s say Bloodmoon puts someone in the hospital. The person hit first but their hospital stay is most likely 6 months. The school wants to suspend him and the mother wants to sue but Eclipse takes Bloodmoon side because “If you don’t want the smoke, don’t start the fire.”. He does care for his kids but he just doesn’t know how to be a father.

Puppet is still the same for the most part. Bro is perfect. She’s the main person helping Eclipse be better but not to replace Solar since she hasn’t met him yet or any other theories. Simply for the kid’s sake. Here, she acts like a motherly figure to all kids. (she loves babying bloodmoon lmao). Though she can come up with wild insults.

Foxy still acts remotely the same except for the fact that he’s actually present (lemme stop roasting the canon lmao). Though, he is now married to the Puppet and has been like that for 5 years (que fireworks for treasurebox fans). Similar to Puppet, Foxy also ends up accidentally being fatherly towards most kids he meets too. He’s just the suburban way I guess.

Sun doesn’t really show up much since he has a history with Eclipse. Not the exact same as the canon but Eclipse was still tryna box him and Moon. He still acts the same though he did adopt Dazzle here (fireworks for ppl who love the sun and dazzle father-daughter dynamic). He doesn’t know that Dazzle and Jack are hanging out with Eclipse’s kids so he’ll probably pull up when he finds that out.

Solar still acts the same, basically the same as Sun. Him and the rest of the canon main cast will show up eventually though!

Other TSBS Parents are blank for now. I have no ideas for them since I don’t watch the other shows often enough but they're going to be in here! Give me ideas for them PLEASE or I will explode. Don’t worry, I’ll also watch and read up about them!

Other Adults

Moon still acts the same though I’m making him a middle school science teacher for middle school. He’s gonna be that cool science teacher that makes stuff explode and asks you not to tell your parents.

Earth still acts the same though she’s the elementary school guidance counselor and a bit of a helper. She’s not the annoying ones that tell you your “I feel statements”, she’ll actually help Solarflare express his feelings in a nicer way (he literally insults people on accident).Other Characters will be added such as ocs (as teachers, principles, bosses, etc) and other TSBS characters once I figure out what to do with them! I have an idea for Miku, to be a love interest for Eclipse at work but it’s more like Amy and Sonic.

[correctproseka]

Been thinking about absolutely strong An has been through this event.

- Finds out her aunt died from her uncle after he said her team would never beat RAD Weekend in their lifetime

- Watched her colleagues (EVER, Arata, Kotaru) get decimated in a singing battle SECONDS AFTER by the same uncle who broke the sad news to them (Arata especially getting Shredded from Taiga’s remarks about carrying dreams since he carries Soma’s dream of becoming the best singer ever)

- Later performing against said uncle with her team WHILE STILL PROCESSING NAGI’S DEATH, WHAT TAIGA IS DOING, and other thoughts racing in her head, only to get eviscerated by him sINCE SHES GOING THROUGH A LOT AT THE MOMENT MENTALLY (“Your Aunt’s dead, your team wont ever beat me, lets have a rap battle now!!” - Taiga)

- Seeing said colleagues leave seemingly forever because their dreams have been shattered, only having her own team

- Her father finding them and telling her the whole truth, which included the reason why until now everyone had been LYING TO HER FOR YEARS about Nagi’s condition

AND THIS HAPPENS ALL IN ONE DAY

AND SHE GETS RIGHT BACK UP AFTER A FEW MOMENTS OF GRIEVING NAGI’S DEATH

She gets back up, thats true, but lets make a few things clear.

She only gets back up because she has her team and her dad. If anyone in her team had given up, i dont think she could've handled. And as much as she is rightfully angry at her dad, he is also a good reason she can stay as confident as she is.

Plus, we know that whatever happened was NOT acceptance, well, it kind of was, but also not. You know the stages of grief are.. weird. An skipped denial (or we can count those three years as denial), right into anger- and she unleashed that anger while singing, and is angry at her town and at her dad- and in between anger she has depression, i would say they're both so intertwined you can barely see which is which. She can't bargain, or maybe she's bargaining at herself, she cant fully break down in front of Taiga, or until she learns of everything.

And once she does, more at side cards than in the actual story. Here comes the acceptance, alongside again more depression. You just know she possibly cried herself to sleep that night- if she slept at all. But also, yes, An is strong, but we cant just ignore the fact that she set her feelings to the side enough to cry at a safe place- and that she has her team to lift her up.

Because for one. Nagi is right. If An knew about it before she met Kohane, and before they formed Vivid Bad Squad, An would have given up on music all together, not that she wasn't strong then, she would have gotten over with that situation, probably EASIER without yknow. Knowing it three years later. But also the main reason she was into music would be gone, so what was the point? Now she has more people- and more reasons- to be into music.

Just adding salt to the wound yknow.

Also my headcanon is that after An was. Like yknow, not fighting tears just because of Nagi's name (which took like a full week), Ken took her to the cemetery where Nagi is, which made An cry all over again but helped her mourn since she never had the chance to, he walked away to give them a bit of privacy while An talks to the grave to give Nagi updates about her life and in the end, she feels more determined than ever, she leaves a little drawing of the vbs logo on top of it and goes back more at peace than when she came in.

[differentcoloredcontacts]

What kind of Minecraft player would every 1b member be?Like if there was a Private UA server world and 20 computers with Minecraft on it,what would happen?

Not proofread we die like men

Awase - he likes to make hidden rooms and mini bases in other peoples areas in case he ever needs to stay the night there or smthn (hes never used a single one)

Sen - he has no food, no house and no tools but he is 20,000 blocks away from spawn looking for that one 'perfect spot' still (he aint gonna find it)

Kamakiri - hes homeless but is a god a pvp. He will walk into other ppls bases and they let him stay simply because they know he could beat their ass lmao

Kuroiro - he builds this massive gothic mansion in the middle of nowhere but when it comes to actual advancement hes stuck on iron

Kendo - she would be the richest on the server if it wernt for the fact that she keeps giving her dimonds to everyone around her.

Kodai - she has a cute little cottage in the middle of the woods where she lives with a few of the girls. She mostly builds automatic farms to improve their area

Komori - she shares an area with kodai. She builds everything and they all have the cutest cottage core vibes to it. She also has every kind of flower in the game all around their area :>

Shiozaki - she is the best at landscaping and making the nature look unique and intricate while also looking natural. But she cant build buildings to save her life.

Shishida - he probably stays close to spawn and makes the entire area safe and spawn proof so anyone who died and didn't set spawn doesn't have to worry about creepers and things like that. He provides them food and some basic armor too.

Shoda - he probably rarely logs on and when he does he simply talks with his friends while his character stands completely still slowly starving to death.

Pony - she either builds things from her favorite animes or she lives in a hole that she carved in the wall. She probably doesnt live in the girls base but shes extremely close to them.

Tsubaraba - dude has been killed by an armor stand. He doesn't know how he did it but he did it. Other than dying to everything you can possibly die from he likes to fill peoples bases with chickens.

Tetsutetsu - he got on the server and didnt get off until he beat the final boss of the game. After that he built his on mojo dojo casa house and started his farmer life

Tokage - she travels alot to constantly check in with what her class mates are doing. She doesnt have a set place she stays but she has multiple holes in the walls all around the map. Shes the only one who knows where everything is.

Manga - spends all of his time making banners and cool map art to randomly shove in other peoples houses. Hes homeless and poor though.

Honenuki - he spends most of his time wandering around and helping everyone else with whatever project they've been working on. He helps his classmates collect wood, mine, kill monsters whatever they rlly need help with ykyk?

Bondo - he picked a spot for his house and he refuses to leave. He stays in his area and farms, never exsplores and never mines... only farms (He also gives everyone food when they come by his area)

Monoma - he just went around killing peoples animals and blowing up their bases until he was banned lmao

Reiko - idk why but i think she would be amazing at pvp but other than killing her friends (in game) she doesn't log on often. She will spend time at the girls base and afk their auto farms for them though

Rin - hes the one that somehow is much farther in the game than everyone else but hes been playing the same ammount of time. Like everyone else is making a starter house while hes mining out the end for a mega base

Gif anime - The Apothecary Diaries

[4ngeldusstt]

B L A M E

A/N: i can’t stop writing Levi, im obsessed!! I can’t help it!!! I have some ready to post fics in my drafts i’m in a wrinting mood i cant stop!!!

Word count: 573

Warnings: mentions of death

It was hard, being a squad leader and having to carry the heavy weight on your back when you lost someone from your team, the one you had the responsibility to protect and look after. It was always hard to come back from expeditions with a soldier less that when you left, the guilt of you returning back alive and safely, when their body made it back in the wagon that carried the corpses, so their family could at least have some closure.

You were never used to it, the first days you barely ate, barely slept the feeling of grief being to much to handle leaving you drained. “It’s not your fault.” You heard a deep voice pulling you out of you thoughts, “do you get used to it, you know, with time?” Images of your comrades getting eaten by titans, their stomach wrenching screams begging for help before getting teared apart by those monsters. “No, you just learn to accept it. It’s always as hard as the first time.” Your face was already drenched with tears that you didn’t notice at first, the second you realized sobs were escaping your throat and the air failing to fill your lungs every time you tried to breathe.

Levi immediately ran by your side, kneeling in front of you. “Take deep breaths, it’s okay, let it all out Y/N. What you are feeling it’s completely normal.” His arms wrapped around you firmly holding you as you cried to his chest. “It hurts Levi, I should’ve done more, I should’ve been there if I was they would still be here.” You cried harder, you kept beating yourself up, blaming yourself. “You were doing your job, you were assigned to kill titans, you’re not a babysitter. They went though training too, it’s not your fault but theirs.” Levi’s words were harsh but they had truth in them.

“I told them not to engage, I told them to stay in formation, that it was too risky and-“ “they didn’t listen. You gave them the right orders, they disobeyed and got eaten, you did what you had to do, the ones that did listen and obeyed got back safely, that is enough to prove that you did a good job Y/N, it’s not your fault but theirs.” He repeated, as an attempt to drill those words into your head.

Deep down you knew he was right, you did the best you could, but still you had the feeling you could’ve done more, after a while your breathing was starting to regulate allowing you to breathe properly now, Levi got back to his chair as you leaned back in yours, taking a deep breath “thank you” you whispered with your eyes closed. “Anytime.” He reassured you, you knew he was always there for you, he always offered his shoulder for you to cry on, he better than anyone knew the thoughts that went though your head and the feelings your heart had to carry.

That’s the reason why he always attempted to ease them, he didn’t want you to go through that kind of pain alone. The fact that you still cried like the first time was a relief to him, he would be actually worried if after a situation like that you didn’t show any emotion anymore, cause it would mean the pain turned you into the way that he was. It would mean that he lost you.

[its-no-biggie]

i LOVE this. i really dont like these 2 very much in canon but this dynamic is SO much more compelling, and honestly feels more in-character for BOTH of them. not to mention the implications for ultra despair girls.......

okay consider. the setup is the same - byakuya is captured and toko is stranded with komaru and has to save him. and you can keep the stuff about how shes already on thin ice with the future foundation bc of genocide jack, and if she comes back without byakuya she might get kicked out - but get rid of her "i HAVE to stay with the foundation to stay close to byakuya-sama" motivation. i dont think she would stay with the future foundation out of loyalty to the cause or anything but like. maybe she likes the job stability in a post-despair world. maybe shes worried what will happen to her if she isnt affiliated with the future foundation (because of the whole. serial killer thing). ANYWAY she thinks if she returns empty-handed she'll be in a bad spot so. unfortunately she has to rescue him. then instead of constantly being like "i cant wait to see him again~~" the whole time shes like "ugh why did it have to be HIM who got taken hostage..... hes gonna be sooooo smug when i rescue him...... he'll never let me live this down...... maybe i can just leave him behind......" so her driving force can still be rescuing the hostage but. shes kind of annoyed about it the whole time lmao

AND!!! this strengthens her character arc!! her big character flaw that she overcomes in this game is that shes, to put it bluntly, a selfish coward. she betrays komaru to save byakuya, not because she cares about saving the life of a hostage but specifically because of her one-sided obsession with him. if the hostage was anyone else, she would not get this involved. and then her big turning point is letting komaru go free, even if it means she cant guarantee that byakuya will be safe. but doesnt that have more weight if she explicitly views byakuya as a pawn to be traded for her own self-interest? she doesnt actually care about saving HIM, shes sacrificing herself and her own interests to let komaru escape. this is functionally what this story beat is supposed to be, and it gets muddled by having tokos sacrifice be. a loved one in danger. yes, tokos obsession with byakuya is self-centred, and she doesnt really think of him as a person, but at the end of the day, she is trying to save a person she cares about. so just. give her a selfish motivation that ISNT centred around a romantic interest???? if the character arc is about her learning to set aside her own interests for the sake of someone else (komaru), then having her not even care about the hostage shes trying to save, only seeing him as a pawn to further her own interests, is WAY more coherent.

and i mean. this doesnt solve the problem that byakuya is basically just an object used to further tokos narrative in this game, but like. if youre already doing that, you could at least do something more interesting than having her be obsessed with him yknow? hell, in this au you could even lean into the fact that byakuya is obsessed with toko - he pulled strings to get her into the future foundation and shes enjoying the perks of it. she knows if she saves him here she'll be able to call in a favour in the future. its way more interesting!!

anyway and then the scene where she saves him would be HILARIOUS. hes like a princess in a tower waiting for a prince charming to save her, except hes an entitled asshole and she wants nothing to do with him. byakuya (smugly): "i knew youd rescue me" "took you long enough. i was starting to think you werent coming......" "wow, you did all that just to rescue me? you must really care" toko: *we should have just left this guy in the cell istg*

[ Danganronpa ] - Reversed

What if Byakuya was the one obsessed with Toko ?

[baroquebucky]

comfort

bucky always found comfort in steve, but he’s gone now. who will he turn to for comfort now?

word count: 3.1k

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a/n: hi bffs !! thank you anon for requesting this <3 just angst and fluff (and endgame steve >:[) !! let me know what you guys think :] (srry for any typos)

“this is bucky!” steve smiled at you happily, you were Steve’s neighbor, always lending him a helping hand when he needed it and giving him emotional support and encouragement that would last him a life time.

“nice to finally meet you! I’ve heard lots ‘bout you” you smiled, sticking your hand out and bucky reluctantly shook it. “why don’t you guys come in for a bit? I’m making some pasta and i put way too much” you grinned, watching as bucky and steve looked at each other, having a whole conversation silently before Steve spoke up again.

“we’d love to” he grinned, pulling bucky inside your apartment with him before you closed the door. Bucky took in your apartment, it was somewhat messy, but it a nice way, a live in sort of way. You had plants all along your windowsill and a basket full on blankets near your couch, books along the shelf with a couple other things and pictures all over the place.

“hope you guys like chicken Alfredo” you smiled, checking the pasta before deciding it was good enough and scooping some out onto three plates

“bucky i have a serious question for you” you spoke as you set the three plates down on the dinner table, smiling at steve as he thanked you.

“oh, okay” bucky mumbled, shifting in his seat and heart racing. You were gonna ask him about his time as the winter soldier weren’t you? You were going to judge him for everything he’d done.

“what animal do you think you can take in a fight?” You spoke seriously, looking at him as you set his plate down.

That’s it? What animal he could fight?

“what?” He asked, confused as to why you were asking him this. Surely this was some test? Maybe it was code for something, if he answered a specific animal then it proved he was a good person.

Steve groaned as you asked the question and you scowled at him, hitting him softly as you passed by him and to the kitchen to get some water for the three on you.

“what animal do you think you could beat if it was just hand to hand combat?” You looked at him, studying his features and quickly taking in the fact that he was in fact the most breathtaking man on earth.

Bucky looked at steve who let out a sigh.

“you should answer now, she asked me that a couple days ago and we talked about it for almost an hour” steve smiled, reminiscing on the way you even made him coffee so he could stay until the end of your discussion.

“uh, i mean, well i guess I’m a super soldier so- i don’t know i don’t wanna fight any of them” he spoke warily, looking at you nervously and watching the way you narrowed your eyes at him before your face softened, breaking into a wide smile and nodding your head proudly.

“James barnes i think you and i are going to get along just fine” you smiled, taking in the way his eyes lit up just a tad at your words.

Steve smiled at the way bucky sat a little straighter, loosening up a bit and warming up to you little by little. He wanted him to have someone to turn to, he wanted him to have you like steve did, someone he knew he could always rely on.

After the whole Blip went down and everything was back to normal bucky found himself lost at times, wandering the streets in seek of comfort. He was left alone in the world with nothing left from his old life.

Steve had only been gone for a couple of days and he already felt horrible. He had no one to turn to, no one to lean on. He was alone.

He tried finding solace in sleep, wishing that his mind would whisk him away to be happy in his dreams. His attempts were fruitless, all he managed to do was toss and turn, his mind racing and never relaxing enough to fully sleep.

The small moments he did manage to sleep he awake in a cold sweat, nightmares plaguing his mind, his memories rushing to him alongside the pain and thoughts that has recently set in after steve left.

Bucky sat on couch of his apartment, it was silent as the sounds of the city were muffled through the walls, rain gently hitting his windows. He so badly wanted to just break down and cry, to have someone tell him everything would be okay, to comfort him and remind him that he wasn’t alone even with steve gone.

Bucky scrolled through his contacts, vision blurred with tears as he searched helplessly for someone he could go to. As he scrolled through his contacts he found you, when had he put it there?

He clicked on your name and sure enough, there was a picture of you smiling brightly with steve, a note written under your contact information.

buck, y/n helped me get through everything, theyre sweet and caring and kind, please talk to them if you ever need anyone i promise you they can help - steve

Bucky let out a shaky breath as he read the note steve had left. When did he even get ahold of his phone? Buckys mind was racing, he wiped his tears and locked his phone. He would be fine, he didn’t need anyone to help him.

As the day progressed bucky felt the pain in his chest growing with each breath, tears threatening to spill out any moment. He was frustrated that the feelings wouldn’t just go away, it was persistent and nagging at him every minute of the day as he tried to push it away.

Maybe if i take a walk it’ll clear my mind, bucky reasoned, throwing on a jacket and heading out, there was only a very light drizzle as he walked aimlessly, trying everything to get his mind off the emptiness he felt in his heart.

Was he not good enough for him to stay? Was everything bucky had done, too much for steve? Why would he leave him so abruptly? After everything he just left him with no hesitation.

Bucky tried to shake away the thoughts but they grew louder and louder, tears stinging at his eyes and he decided he’d had enough.

Bucky stopped in his tracks, taking note of where he was and recalling the path he and steve had taken the first time they visited you, he let his mind wander, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it.

By the time he reached your apartment he wanted to turn around and leave. Did you even live here still? We’re you even home? It wasn’t a good idea, he should deal with it by himself.

Bucky was about to turn to leave when you opened the door, dressed up with bright red lipstick on. Oh wow you were stunning, bucky thought as he turned around to face you.

“bucky?” You asked, looking at the man before smiling widely, “bucky! oh wow hi!” You grinned, not hesitating to pull him in for a hug and squeezing him tightly. As you pulled away you noticed his red eyes and the frown on his face. Your smile quickly disappeared when you saw the way he tried to hide the tear stains, looking down at his shoes.

“oh james what’s wrong?” You spoke softly, grabbing his wrist gently and pulling him into your apartment, he looked up quickly. It was still the same, it was just as homey as he remembered it.

You led him to the couch, quickly bringing over the basket of blankets and letting him choose whichever one he wanted, smiling as he picked the fuzziest of them all.

“good choice” you softly spoke, grabbing a blanket for yourself and setting it on the couch next to him.

“do you want anything to drink, i have coffee, hot chocolate, water and maybe some apple juice” you smile fondly at the man on your couch and he thought for a second before replying.

“can- do you think i can have a hot chocolate” he spoke softly, “please” the tone of his voice made your heart clench and you wanted to just hold him, but you knew he didn’t need that just yet, so you just nodded and made his hot chocolate as fast as you could, adding whipped cream and marshmallows and placing it on the table in front of him.

“added extra whipped cream for you” you smiled, slipping your heels off and grabbing your phone, “I’m gonna get changed and I’ll be back out in a second, make yourself at home buck” your smile was warm and sincere and he already found the emptiness fading.

“i have to cancel today I’m really sorry” bucky heard, his super hearing picking up on the conversation you were having. “something came up” your voice was calm. “no i cant just ignore it” your tone shifted, leaning towards annoyance as you continued.

“excuse me for caring about someone other than myself!” You spoke dryly, changing out of your dress and into some sweats and an oversized t shirt. “you know what i think, i think it would be better if you deleted my number and forgot about me actually! i think that’d be great” your voice was cold as you hung up, letting out a sigh before smiling slightly, thank god you didn’t have go through with that date.

As you walked out you noticed bucky getting up, heading towards the door.

“leaving so soon? you barely touched your hot chocolate” you frowned, your voice making bucky turn to look at you, his words died on his tongue when he noticed you were changed.

“you have a date” was all he said and you smiled, shaking your head and pulling him back to the couch with you.

“had” you corrected him, “cancelled on ‘em, didn’t really wanna go” you scrunched your face up as you spoke, sipping some of your hot chocolate before looking at bucky softly.

“got better things to do” you stated, watching the way he slowly warmed up to you, moving his body to face you.

“like what?” He whispered, looking down at the blanket in his lap as he let it lightly.

“like make my bestest friend in the whole world feel better” you answered, not missing a beat as you spoke, looking at him.

Bucky swore his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Never in a million years did he think someone he met a total of three times not so long ago could bring him so much warmth, so much comfort. He didn’t bother hiding the blush on his face, he knew you wouldn’t tease him about it, you were more focused on making him feel better.

“what’s eating at you buck?” You prodded him gently, watching his body language closely for any signs of discomfort. He looked at you before focusing on his hot chocolate, picking it up and taking a small sip.

“good hot chocolate” he mumbled, taking another sip and you smiled, nodding your head silently. Bucky set the mug down again, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. “it’s just-” he began, cutting himself off before he could continue.

“he didn’t say goodbye to you, did he?” His eyes were whirlpools of emotions. You gave him a sad smile, shaking your head.

“no, not really” you spoke, “he kind of hinted at what he was gonna do y’know? didn’t wanna say it out loud so we kind of, i guess just didn’t wanna say it” you mumbled, “made it too real” you smiled at him again, not wanting to make his mood any worse.

“don’t you- how are you so okay with it? I mean it’s just- don’t you feel like if you did more he wouldn’t have left?” Bucky asked, desperation in his eyes.

Everything clicked in your mind instantly. Your stomach fell and your heart broke in your chest, Bucky’s sad eyes and slumped shoulders told you everything you had to know. The way he couldn’t even keep eye contact with you for longer than three seconds, how he fumbled with something when he spoke. You wiped the frown of your face before giving him a reassuring smile, scooting closer to him.

“sometimes i do” you nodded, picking at some fuzz on your blanket, “i do find myself wondering if i had given him different advice throughout the time i knew him if he would’ve made a different choice” you spoke softly, bucky looked at you, watching the way your lips poured slightly.

“I’ll think ‘maybe if i had asked him to stay for dinner one more time’ or if i made him more hot chocolate” you chuckled softly, bucky smiled at your words, sadness filling his chest as he realized how hurt you must be.

“you shouldn’t blame yourself y/n, you did your best” he whispered, clearing his throat before continuing, “i mean you brought him so much comfort and helped him through so much, in the end it was his choice and that’s not on you” he finished, hands shaking slightly. Bucky was silent as you nodded.

“listen to yourself buck” you smiled, placing a hand on his, “it’s not your fault, you did your best, you meant so much to him and you always will” you assured him, squeezing his hand in yours. Bucky was quiet as you gave him soft smiles.

“I didn’t mean me-” he began but you shook your head.

“you were his best friend for his whole life, he talked about you all the time, spent years looking for you to get you back” bucky let out a shaky breath. “You were good enough, you are good enough james.”

The firmness in your voice made bucky look up, your eyes were set and serious. Bucky tried to find any trace of lies, but your words were sincere and settled in his bones like a warm fireplace.

“it’s just- i wish-” his voice cracked and his bottom lip quivered, tears stinging his eyes. He was embarrassed, moving to wipe his tear quickly.

You beat him to it, your hand caressing his cheek and softly wiping away at the tears. You moved you hand to the back of his neck and softly pulled him into you, shaking your arms around him as best you could.

Bucky cried into your shoulder, mumbling incoherent sentences as sobs racked his body. You help him tightly, rubbing his back soothingly and whispering to him it would be okay.

“you’re okay, i got you” you whispered, “I’m here let it out sweets, it’s okay.”

Bucky knew he should feel embarrassed for crying like this, in front of you, someone he barely knew. Your words were too comforting to let him and your presence far too warm to even let him consider leaving you at this moment in time.

You didn’t mind one bit that bucky was crying into your favorite t shirt, you held him tighter, giving him all the time he needed to calm down.

By the time Bucky’s cries had softened to soft hiccups he pulled away from you, eyes red and cheeks tear stained. His nose was pink and he sniffled softly, using the back of his hands to run his eyes.

You silently handed him some tissues, softly letting him know where the bathroom is. He smiled at you softly, getting up from the couch and heading to your restroom. You sat in silence as you waited for bucky to come back, sighing softly to yourself. You closed your eyes for a second, blinking away a couple tears and getting snacks from your pantry, putting on your comfort show and switching to the pilot episode.

Bucky washed his face with cold water, smiling at the fact that your bathroom smelled like eucalyptus. His dried his face and washed his hands, letting out a shaky sigh before looking at himself in the mirror, frowning at how broken he looked. He tore his gaze away and turned off the lights, walking out and seeing you sitting on the couch cross legged.

You smiled up at bucky, patting the seat next to you and moving so he could sit. The couch dipped a little as he sat down, grabbing the blanket and bundling it in his lap.

“when I’m upset i watch this show, it always cheers me up” you spoke to him gently, “that is if you aren’t leaving, i don’t wanna hold you hostage or anything” you chuckled and bucky smiled at you, laughing softly.

“no i- do you think i can stay a bit longer?” He asked and you nodded, linking your arms together and pulling each other closer.

“you can stay for however long you want” bucky felt his heart grow in his chest, how could you be so warm and welcoming to him? He didn’t question it for long though, your dazzling smile and sparkling eyes cleared his mind.

“ready?” You smiled and he nodded, watching as you hurried to press play, adjusting the volume and grinning as the show began.

Bucky couldn’t help but steal glances at you, smiling at how you mouthed the lines, offering him snacks if he hadn’t touched them in a while, constantly making sure he was okay.

Relaxation. He finally felt relaxed, his jaw was unclenched and his brows were furrowed, he had a small smile on his face. His muscles were relaxed as the showed played on your tv, your body heat radiating onto Buckys side.

You looked up to comment on something in the show but quickly stopped when you realized bucky had fallen asleep. His eyes were closed and he just looked so soft.

You smiled as you looked at him, moving some pillows quietly so you wouldn’t wake him. You helped him lay down and set the blanket on top of him, telling him to go back to sleep when he stirred slightly. For the first time since steve had left Buckys slept peacefully. He found comfort and assurance with you.

Steve was always looking out for bucky, always saying that he had to pay him back for all those fights bucky saved him from in the 40’s. Steve helped him get out of hydra, helped him get his mind back.

Bucky smiled at you as you pet alpine in your lap, dozing off as you struggled to stay awake before finally giving into sleep. He picked you up swiftly, tucking you into bed like you had done with him nearly a year ago. He kissed your forehead gently before sliding into bed next to you, falling asleep quickly with you by his side.

Now even after he was gone, he was helping him heal. And for that, he was forever grateful.

[zaynesplushiekiller]

hcs!!! (☆▽☆)

includes; andrew kreiss, victor grantz, luca balsa, jack the ripper, smiley face, dream witch, the feaster, memory, axe boy, yimi (follower), margaretha zelle, mike morton, murro, soul weaver, emily dyers, emma woods, hell ember, disciple, sculptor, naiad, eli clark, the bloody queen, geisha, mad eyes, undead, tracy reznik, evil reptilian, violinist, wu chang, and vera nair

features; VAL, smileyjack, luchinini, and xiefan

not necessarily romantic, but sort of implied; naibnort, michimary, vioann, and galagrace

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• andrew has nightmares. a lot. every night type beat. he can't stand them

• victor keeps his door unlocked for when andrew can't sleep because of his nightmares.

• wick doesnt mind.

• wick DOES mind when luca bursts open the door at 3am to promptly steal his lovers dog.

• it happens so much?!

• based on that one fic, jack knew joker pre-manor, they were totally a fling or two

• cant stand the fact that they tried to make jacks DID a toko fukawa thing

• so i say its more like a supernatural thing

• speaking of the supernatural...

• i think itd be funny if yidhra and hastur were the babysitters of the manor.

• memory, robbie, and yimi go to hastur when they want something, and the old diety can't handle these cute kids start begging for takoyaki :(

• speaking of.. one time in a blackjack match, robbie and memory got paired up and everyone else let them win, despite the fact that they were obviously losing.

• how could you make them lose?!

• moving on...

• hunter rooms are bigger than survivor rooms, but still too big for one person to stay in.

• so some hunters share rooms... more like a lovers deal but the baron doesn't need to know that (✿^‿^)

• joker and jack shared a room long before they realized they were in love...

• which left for a lot of really weird one night stands! thats for sure!

• i think after the events of hullabaloo, jokers feelings for margie diminished. not completely, but he really couldn't find himself pursuing her.

• she was avoiding him anyway

• could you blame her though? he kind of *is* wearing the ripped off face of her dead lover...

• for the other members

• mike was too consumed with finding who ended his career to care much for anything else.

• violetta went to the manor, and found herself making so many little collars for ann's cats

• and of course, Vio couldn't keep these things to herself! so she began making little trinkets for the cats owner to have.

• and that got them to talking, and one thing lead to another, and now they spend almost all of their time together.

• murro and victor hang out sometimes, because wick likes berry the boar.

• the boar didnt have a name btw how fucked up is that

• more on my animals, brooke rose and emma are best friends.

• sometimes brooke, emma, and leo all go out and Brooke helps emma and leoprune some of her plants.

• emma sees emily sort of as a mother figure.

• it all started when emily helped emma clean some of the lasting cuts after a long match with percy.

• fucker. i hate him.

• on some nights, the NERDS (tracy, luca, burke, and luchino) all get together and discuss scientific stuff idk i failed science.

• SPEAKING OF LUCHINO

• i love that guy, hes so cool

• he has a crush on that cute musician, the violinist i think he is?

• this is sort of canon, but norton has survivors guilt, and i think naib and him talk quite often, they both discuss their guilt and work towards dealing with it.

• when grace first arrived at the manor, she was very apprehensive, and didn't talk to anyone.

• she met her two close friends hastur and galatea in duos.

• hastur is nice to his fellow fish-folk, and galatea thinks grace is of divine beauty.

• galatea likes sculpting grace in her free time, and anyone else she thinks is beautiful.

• women, lol.

• mary, michiko, margaretha, and vera are some of them.

• michiko and mary are always together, i don't make the rules.

• michiko loves doing traditional makeup, and mary loves experimenting. but red lipstick is always a must!

• sometimes, they do each others makeups, and then girlboss 8 survivors in duos.

• sometimes, long after the black guard has fallen asleep, he'll choke.

• xie wakes up everytime this happens, and forces fan to wake up as well.

• the terror sets in nearly every night.

• ELI HAS SOME PUDGE ON HIM

• he eats good with his bird friend!!!!

[komoreangel]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 (𝐫𝐞𝐪)

pairings: childe and kaeya x f!reader (separate) 

scenario: your boyfriend knows you tend to be calm and reserved, and one can only imagine his surprise when he sees what you’re like on the battlefield. 

request: Can I request Childe and Kaeya with an s/o who is usually stoic and doesn't fight enemies much, but when they're fighting some treasure hoarders or hilichurls she loses control and becomes bloodthirsty for a fight?

reply: aa this is a really good idea anon props to you + ive been wanting more kaeya and childe works so i hope you enjoy this ^-^ 

childe 

childe knew you were calmer than most people

he didn’t mind it, in fact maybe even enjoyed it

you were one of the few people who could calm him down, too 

he had been reluctant to take you with him on missions before

but after hearing you had received a request to clear out some nearby hilichurl camps around liyue, he insisted on coming with you

to keep you safe, of course! who better than he, childe, the eleventh fatui harbin-

you shushed him in the middle of his monologue 

you went not today queen :D 

“hey, i was in the zone!” he exclaims

you would laugh if it wasnt for the situation you were in

“there’s a huge hilichurl camp over there.” you whisper 

he looks in the direction youre pointing to 

surprise surprise, a hilichurl camp

two mitachurls and maybe six to seven hilichurls

“okay, i’ll jump in from that roof, and you-” 

he looks back to notice you’re gone 

you’ve begun to sneak towards the camp

“y/n, waIT!” he whisper-screams 

before he knows it you’ve charged both mitachurls, and are 

singlehandedly holding them all off

okay he thinks thats kinda hot

but uhhhh 

you’re lowkey bodying them 

“go babe you’re doing great” type of beat 

before he can even do anything, all the hilichurls are on the ground 

but you keep attacking them 

like you’re still swinging your weapon around?

“get up.” you poke at the poor hilichurl who you’ve decided to challenge

“you’re not dead yet, get up!” 

i kinda feel bad for the hilichurl ngl 

you start to swing your sword at it, before you feel a hand hindering any further movement

“hey, you beat them, it’s over.” 

you turn to look and childe is holding you back 

he walks you over to a nearby tent (left by the hilichurls) and sits you down

“i’ll get you some water, just try to relax, okay?” 

you dont want to relax you want to go back out and show that hilichurl who’s boss-

before you can do that, however, childe is back with some water. 

“here. drink.” 

you reluctantly do so and feel yourself calming down 

“you feel better now?” 

you nod, regretting that you lost control a bit 

he puts a hand to your shoulder, rubbing it at an attempt of comforting you

he helps you up and kisses your forehead 

“try not to get too excited, okay? you might tire yourself out.” 

you two head back to liyue harbor, with him seeming lost in thought on the way back

you reminded him so much of himself right after...the abyss.  

he wanted you to know there’s nothing wrong with it...but that it can be dangerous to lose control in a fight

however he doesnt want to assume your situation

so he’ll just try his best to calm you down most of the time 

but if you think he isn’t going to tease you about it later

oh boy 

“my sweet y/n is capable of such violence!!” 

until you’re groaning in annoyance :P

kaeya 

you aren’t all that energetic 

kaeya knows that you’re quiet and don’t tend to talk much

and thats okay!

it makes it a lot more fun for him to flirt with you :) 

he likes seeing you flustered 

so he decides he’ll take you along on one of his assignments to clear out some treasure hoarders from mondstatd

send ‘em running back to liyue, (sorry ningguang) 

his plan was for you to be all impressed at seeing him absolutely wreck those thieves

as you two are approaching he pats you on the head 

“dont worry, y/n, no need to be scared~”

you roll your eyes and shove him 

he takes your hand and leads you behind him as you sneak closer

“stay here, alright? i don’t want you to get hurt.” he kisses your cheek and then dashes 

you can hear the sounds of fighting from where you stand and you’re itching to join in 

after you hear your boyfriend say “cool it!” for the 7439853th time you cant stand it anymore and surprise attack the treasure hoarders facing him 

“y/n! i thought i told you to-” 

“sorry darling, just couldn’t hold back anymore, you understand, right?” 

he’s kind of shocked

since when did you-

how did you-

???? is that like battle flirting ????? 

he doesnt know where your confidence came from but he’s into it

you take on three of the treasure hoarders that stepped towards you and in an instant they are on their backs, groaning 

kaeya chuckles to himself

who knew his lover was actually quite skilled in combat? 

he goes over to interrogate them on why they’ve come to mondstatd 

when he notices you haven’t put your sword away

in fact you’re almost about to kill one of them-

he places a hand on your shoulder, dragging you away from the poor guys 

“hey, we’re not here to kill anyone, okay?” 

you have a faraway look in your eyes, like you’re not completely there with him

“y/n?” he’s confused now

he cups your face and looks at you

“look, it’s okay, i’m here, everything’s fine alright?” you blink and stumble a bit

“are you okay?” 

you drop your sword, a bit disoriented 

“yeah, i’m fine! just, uh...need a minute.” 

you sit down and stare at the sky above you

relax, y/n.

you close your eyes and when you open them, kaeya is standing over you 

he helps you to stand up and takes you by the hand, leading you both back to mondstatd 

he’ll ask you about it someday 

but for now he’ll just be there for you 

maybe flirt with you about it later lol

like asking if you could pin him to the ground :) 

he will publicly simp for you there is no stopping him 

a/n: im sorry this took so long lolol i’ve been grinding for venti’s rerun! goodluck to all of you who are rolling for venti or childe (or both i admire your ambition jhkgnfdsgl) and enjoy this! to hu tao havers: congrats! 

[early2000smovieimagines]

Meeting and Dating Sirius Black

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(For future reference, you can also request for marauders era Sirius and Remus but you’ll have to specify in the request since I’ll just write for their characters in the movies if you don’t. )

- You and Sirius meet though the Order. You were a trusted confidante of Moody; which is an accomplishment in of itself, and a talented witch, so when the group was being formed, you were almost immediately invited to join. 

- Like any rational person would be, you were a bit nervous upon meeting the formerly Azkaban imprisoned Animagus. Your mind ran wild with assumptions and visions of the neurotic individual that took up the front page of the daily bugle; more than once, so when you entered the room and found a freshly washed, neat, and charming individual, you were almost in disbelief. 

- It was fascinating to see how different he looked, calmly stood in a room full of people, unchained, and in regular clothing. He was handsome, which is a word you never expected to associate with Sirius Black of all people; though you’d certainly heard rumors of his attractiveness. 

- And you, my dear, are beautiful. Sirius really hasn’t been in contact with anyone for the past thirteen years, let alone a pretty, young woman such as yourself, so the minute he sees you, his heart skips a beat. 

- Perhaps if he’d had time to brush off his old charms; or if they were never put on the shelf to begin with, he would have been able to throw you a line or two, but you completely caught him off guard. Because of this, he was merely able to give you a nod and a handsome smile after the two of you were introduced. 

- The two of you don’t talk a lot at first but over time you do start to warm up to each other. And warm up you do....

- You start having those heat-inducing interactions, the ones with the cheeky comments and the flirting and the innuendos. All of its done away from the group and in close proximity of each other, and sometimes it feels as though you can hardly breath with how smoldering his demeanor can be. 

- Every now and again, he’ll find you in the living room late at night and you’ll share a few drinks until you’re both pleasantly warm. You like each others company, you like your conversations, and you can feel yourselves growing closer by the day. 

- It’s probably a bad idea for the two of you to be together; especially right now, but when has Sirius ever let what’s “bad” stop him from something he’s wanted to do?

- So, he approaches you one day and; in a surprisingly nervous fashion, asks you out, assuring you that you don’t have to if you don’t want to and that he would understand but that he’d be honored if you’d join him for dinner.

- Well, of course you agree, and soon enough, you find yourself having a nice and comfortable dinner with him at the Grimmauld place. The two of you talk and get to know each other, and he starts to feel more confident, getting back a bit more of his flirty charms as the night goes on. And there you have it, the beginning of something beautiful.

- Let’s pretend that he lived shall we; since we all already do that anyway, the two of you kissed a few months into your relationship, mainly because you didn’t have a whole lot of time to spend with each other.

- The group is planning a big mission and you’re saying goodbye the night before it’s supposed to happen. And there's so much that you both want to say but you cant find the words and so, finally, he just leans in and kisses you soft and slow. When he pulls away, he kisses your cheek and says goodnight, and you go to bed praying that everything will go as planned.

- He did his waiting, and now he’s found his soulmate ...so perhaps it was worth it in the end.

- The amount of Pda that the two of you get into really depends on what the world is like at the time.

- Considering the fact that he really can’t be seen in public; for risk of being imprisoned again, your pda consists of him licking your hand, brushing up against your legs, and putting his head in your lap as you pet him between his ears.

- If we’re imagining a world where he isn’t a fugitive then he’d be much more touchy. A hand on your thigh here, a tight hug there; little things that let him feel your presence and know that you’re there.

- Touch starved; twelve years in the most brutal prison of the wizarding world will do that to you. You should see the way he leans into your touch, it’s enough to make you melt.

- His hand on the small of your back or gripping your waist whenever you’re standing together.

- He likes to take one of your hands in his whenever the two of you sit together, usually pairing it with eye contact and a few quiet, romantic words.

- Sitting in his lap.

- Tight hugs.

- Temple and head kisses.

- Your kisses are going to be somewhat clumsy at first, he’s obviously going to be a bit rusty but he gets the hang of it again very quickly.

- Darling, angel, dearest, love, my lovely. You practically get a new pet name everyday.

- He holds you close at night, spooning you so tight that you can hardly move at times. He holds you as though he’s afraid he might lose you, likes you’ll disappear if he doesn’t.

- Sometimes he twitches, whimpers, fidgets, his grip tightening, and his face burrowing into your neck; it’s how you know he’s having some kind of bad dream.

- Gifts. It makes him happy to give you things, to be able to provide for you and make you happy. It feels very domestic; it’s just what he needs.

- Long conversations.

- Sitting together as you bathe. It’s not even a sexual thing; though it can be, you’re just comfortable with each other. You talk, you joke, and you tell each other about your days. It’s relaxing.

- Firelit evenings spent drinking wine and enjoying each other’s company.

- Spending most of your time inside. He’s on the run; if you haven’t noticed, so you’ll have to make do and enjoy what you can.

- Ignoring Kreachers insulting mutterings. You occasionally have to hold Sirius back from throttling the ignorant creature.

- Stargazing and walking around together at night.

- Having dinner together.

- He’s still got some youthfulness to him so the two of you get into your fair share of adventures. He still enjoys a good bit of fun from time to time.

- Visiting Hogsmeade for a bit of nostalgia once everything is over. You both love and hate seeing him there: you love the twinkle of fond memories in his eyes yet hate the melancholy smile that inevitably paints his lips during your trip.

- Listening to stories about his younger days. How fun James was, how they tormented Snivellus, how awful his family was. Occasionally, he’ll trail off sadly and you’ll just kiss his cheek, giving him a tight hug as he assures you he’s fine.

- Harry coming to stay with you over the summer. You’re practically his godmother by now.

- Having Remus and Tonks over a lot. You and the woman become good friends and him and Remus enjoy sitting back and watching their girls. 

- Surprise visits, albeit usually by a black dog scratching at your front door.

- He loves your infatuation with his tattoos. The feeling of your fingers on them or your hand splayed out on his chest is the best in the world.

- Playing with his hair as he lays his head on you.

- Cooking for and taking care of him. He deserves to have someone doting on him after all he’s been through, doesn’t he?

- Lazy mornings spent in bed. He likes pressing a few soft kisses to your shoulders after he wakes up.

- Lots of jokes, many of them dog related. He always has you laughing.

- Smartass comments. You occasionally have to keep him in line; you don’t need someone killing him just because he can’t keep his mouth shut.

- You keep the peace between him and a lot of people. He’s got his fair share of enemies or just people that he doesn’t get along with, and you do your best to ensure that things don’t erupt between them.

- Catching him up on everything that's happened.

- Comforting him during hard times.

- The instant you’re upset or insecure, he senses it and is on your ass, comforting you and giving you words of wisdom. He can always make you feel better.

- He’s not an incredibly jealous person but he does have his moments. He’s surprisingly good at holding his tongue when it comes down to it. He’ll just take you aside later and tell you that he loves you, needing to hear you say it back without any hesitation.

- He’s very protective when he needs to be. He’ll do whatever he has to to ensure your safety. He’s not going to lose anyone else if he can help it.

- Even prior to your actual relationship, you were definitely followed around by a shaggy black dog; whether you were aware of who it was or not. He just wanted to make sure you were alright, and he was bored.

- The two of you really don’t have a lot of fights. He reserves his jackassery for other people so he doesn’t have too much left when it comes to you.

- Whenever you do argue, he apologizes fairly quickly. He hates fighting with you and he wants your little argument to be over as soon as possible, even if that means swallowing his pride and saying sorry.

- There’s quite a few I love yous in your relationship. He loves the smile you get when he says those three little words, and he adores hearing them from you.

- After everything he’s been through, he just wants a nice, happy, quiet life. One that wouldn’t be complete without you.

[rukanrin]

how about a fluffy headcanon about the dmc boys and girls with a deaf/mute s/o 😭💖

Im so sorry about the delay again;-;

I spent some time making mind maps for this because i did attempt to write it but my sister was like 'oh hell naw', none the less enjoy! -The lazy daisy,Ruka

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Dante

-Dante would never make fun of your disability,and if someone else makes fun of it? pray that they know what kind of coffin they want to be buried in

-Hes still a huge cuddle bean,he will either sign (sign language) or tap (morse code) to ask for permission,or if you're not deaf then this man will literally scream morse code patterns

-Will call you his 'silent/oblivious beauty'

- Probably begged Vergil and Trish to teach him how to use either techniques to communicate with you

-If Morrison or lady scold him,he will either start clicking his pen or signing under his table lots of rude or childish nicknames that you can see

-He usually comes home late,so he managed to catch Nico and ask her to make bracelets to let you know when the other is near or home,so that he doesn't accidentally scare you

Vergil

-Poet in blue will buy at least three books to learn techniques to speak with you

-he's very sweet and gentle with you,even going as far as occasionally embracing you and gently swaying side to side with you

-he will never make jokes or nicknames based off your disability,but he may make you smile like and idiot if he's just got back with an arguement from Nero or Dante, telling you stuff like 'that fool,right there,is why the Sparda bloodline looks redicilous'

-he will never rush or stop you from telling him something, always waiting patiently for you to finish,even he sometimes pauses for a second,trying to remember how to say something,which puts a cute grumpy expression on his face

-he wont really depend on technology to help you not get spooked,he will try his best to gently step into your line of sight before doing anything,but you should get used to him appearing out of the blue (I'm not apologising for that joke,nope)

-will leave you little snippets of poems about how lovely silence can be to reassure you he is ok with you being the way that you are

Nero

-one of the most playful boys with this issue

-dun dun dun!he gets a morse code arm from the artist

-he doesn't mind that he cant carry out a full conversation vocally with you,the more challenges with the relationship the more he loves you

-if you get into a compliment fight or you want to say something like 'i don't deserve this/you' he will gently and playfully hold your hand with a smile, probably followed by a little kiss on the nose or forehead

-If he comes home late and doesn't want to startle you,he will install one of those LED chandeliers,which he will keep the remote to,and turn on the light blue lights to show that hes home

V

-He finds it fascinating, in fact this engulfs him in the world of how to communicate with others,he will buy a shit ton of books to learn from

-he once beat the ever living shit out of griffon for making fun of you on a mission

-he will read poems describing silence and how enjoyable it is,or if you're deaf,like Vergil,will leave you notes with bits of the poems on them

-will make one of his two main familiars appear to show you that he's there,most likely shadow because griffon will take any chance to scare the living essence out of you

-he will never stop you from speaking,but once he did it on accident while cuddling,turning a light shade of red from embarrassment as he allowed you to 'speak' again

Trish

-oh boy,she would buy one of those devices that can function as a live subtitles generator,as well as listen to morse code and decode it,so if you ever see lady or Trish looking a little sassy,turn the device on for a packet of laughter

-she wont let you go on missions because if you get hurt she will blame herself for not staying close,since you cant really call for help,so she wont risk it

-she will most likely communicate using notes at the start,since it would take her a while to learn any other way to communicate,but don't worry,she's really trying to learn it off by heart

-if anyone looks at you and starts to speak with a frown on their face,they are getting a thunderbolt in the stomach from your own wonder woman

Lady

-shes a very gentle girl

-will probably tell you gossips or secrets using any method possible,sometimes having to sprint for her life if one of the Sparda descendants sees or hears her doing so

-she would buy a little glow thingy if you communicate by Morse code

-poor girl spent hours each night learning morse and sign ,so much that you once found her snoozing on a desk with a multiple page word document all with morse code words/sentences

Nico

-the most chill girl about it

-will build a recorder to translate stuff for you,kind of like what Trish has,but with a keyboard option too which can speak out loud

-she can also use wingdings if you like it (i personally love it)

-complain about her driving and she will dramatically fall to the ground and give you puppy dog eyes

[arllenn]

Staring down at Ruri- no Chime is his name, before you, you can help but feel tired. None of this is making any sense it’s all too much at once.

Bonderev, one of the dickheads behind what happened at black swan bay, had apparently been alive and living well enough to the point where he could give lessons on morality in his final moments. Imagine that! HIM a man who BLEW UP an ORPHANAGE and who had personally shot you and Renata, what he persumed to be, dead! And he had the nerve to ask you to, no- TELL you to protect his son, to not let his actions get in the way of YOU PROTECTING his SON! You’re so frustrated to the point where you’re not sure if you want to burst out into maniacal laughter, break down and cry or just destroy everything in your sight the same way that dickhead had done to you and your family all those years ago.

He had gotten everything and more. A family, a happy life, power and he was freed from all the consequences of his actions. So what about you what did you get? A permanent fear of trusting anyone because “hey I’ve already been used as a genetic experiment by the man I considered a father who then proceeded to blow me, everyone and everything I’ve ever loved to kingdom come! But sure thing nice stranger who I just met let’s be besties!” Makes so much sense. Oh, oh! What about stealing years away from your life! 20 to be exact, man you could’ve been married, had a family, gone to the capital and achieved everything you had wanted to! But no instead what you’re doing is standing here, the same 18 year old who couldn’t do anything to save your friends, your family, as you watched them die in front of you. You’re the person who even in her last moments Renata had to look after and protect. And wow doesn’t that smart, doesn’t it hurt to look down at Chime to see how weak he is, with a voice that trembles and eyes that seem one glare away from overflowing with tears, doesn’t it hurt to look at him and see the worst parts of yourself reflected back at you? The parts you wanted to bury so deep down inside that they’d be forgotten by even you. But here they are, loud and angry and demanding your attention.

Your throat closes in on itself, the hand on your hip tightens. It’s a painful squeeze that’s only purpose is to remind you that, no you can’t cry here, you can’t let anyone see you like that, you cant let yourself be like that, not here. Not in front of people who you should know, who you should trust but who you don't You've spent more time running around for them then with them. It's mean and the ugly cloying feeling that rises up from your chest makes you look back at your relationship with 'your' uperclassmen. Were you even close enough to be called comrades? friends? Most of the time it felt like you were just there. A living phone running to deliver messages from one of them to another. Running errands, throwing yourself into danger or just escaping death for what? People who, people who you- people who you... what even are they to you? Right now your upperclassmen feel miles away from you, both emotionally and physically.

Your nails were starting to dig into your skin in a way that was more then painful. You could feel the moment the skin on both your hip and the palm of your other hand broke. Pulling your lip in between your teeth you try and tune back into the conversation waiting for the right words, for your upperclassmen to throw another request at you so that you can leave, preferably go outside and beat the shit out of one of the trash cans out back before running off into danger once again to fulfill their orders like you always did. And wow, isn’t that something... even now, even now, you’re still just blindly following people’s orders, never asking questions, never saying no. What... what is wrong with you? Hadn’t you learned your lesson already? Hadn't you learned after Herzog that you don't, you can't, just do that. Last time you did that you grabbed onto a rotten rope, a horribly, disgustingly, rotten rope.

"Promsing to protect somebody so recklessly is a foolish thing... nevertheless... thank you." Chime's retelling of his life comes to an end at a convient time. It's perfect really, and so you take that moment, the lull after his thanks, to leave.

You walk out into the lobby of Takamagahara the slow calming jazz music a horrible contrast to the thoughts and feelings that are swirling inside you right now. You make it two-thirds of the way to the bar when you're met with an extremely unpleasnt sight that has you cringing for more reasons then one.

Crow and Yasha are sitting the bar, resting most of their belegirantlty drunk weight on the actual contertop instead of on their chairs. They're demanding extra achoul, Crow shouting about how he can't take something anymore who knows what. And yikes heres a thought, Chime Gen is in the VIP room right behind them, those two who, even if they are drunk out of their minds, are Chisei's aides. They find Chime or even gain the smallest inkling of an idea that he may be here and you'll have more to worry about then cleaning up the counters from their drunk cry fest. Normally you'd step in here, and take over for Quinton the poor bartender on duty who always seemed to get the worst of the costumers but you really aren't feeling up to it today.

Just as you're about to turn around to give the trashcans outside the beatings of their lives Crow says something that you can't help but stop at. "You know I like Sakura don't you?" It was a question directed at Yasha who was only able to groan out what he thought was a response. You debate staying for a second. This isn't something that you particularly care about, nor is it something that really concerns you. But it just, you just want to know a little bit more about what Sakura was like before she became another one of Herzog's victims. Its with that flimsy excuse and the puppy dog look that Quinton gives you once he notices you're there that has you stepping closer, leaning against one of the pillars that trap the bar in its own seprate space.

As Crow continues to slur his feelings out Yasha seems to sober up a bit, it's not by much but its to the point where you're no longer worried about him getting into a bar fight, more just what taxi service to call for him when he inevetably passes out and where to send him afterwards.

Yasha leans over the bar apparently ready to give Crow some type of advice when the following happens. 1) he trips and stumbles over his words "Don't.. Don't worry. We are brothers. I... will never... mock you." sweet right? It would've been if not for 2) The fact that he lurches over its a face you recgonize all too well.

"Quinton get out of the-" 3) Yasha hurls all over Quinton, your words left to hang just as Yasha's icky face goop is left to hang off of Quinton. And now you're royally pissed. Sure you were pissed before but this is the type of rage that can only be quelled by you being left alone to stew in it. Its not the emotional type of rage that you felt earlier when you wanted to smash every glass surface you came across no this is the cold type of rage that leaves nothing but apathy in its wake. because as much as you've been trying to ignore it theres so much more that you had been trying to ignore, so much more that had been pushed to the wayside that you're angry about. You look up at Quinton whose looking at you like a lost kid in a mall that had mistaken you for their mother. Running a rand through your hair you harshly scratch at your scalp. "Quinton," you let out a frustrated sigh, "Take the rest of the night off, you'll be paid regularly and you can take extra pay if you wake up sick tommorrow." You turn to him and start to walk behind the counter switching places with him.

“Right thanks a bunch, manager." He rushes out. Turing towards the staff area most likely to change into his extra uniform instead of going home covered in puke. Staring down at Yasha's mess which was covering most of his area of the counter as well as the floor under his chair your annoyance hit an all new peak. It's not the chunky kind of throw up that can be easily cleaned up, its a mush that resembles watery baby food. It's obvious that this wont be a quick clean and that both mops and floor wipes are just going to push this stuff around instead of soaking it up.

Today just can't get any worse can it? Pushing your hand back into your head you aggitatedly rubbed at your scalp, pushing and pulling at the skin there. You’re pissed off. To come back after fighting against Herzog, let’s not forget HERZOG WAS THERE TOO! HE WAS THERE, HE WAS THERE LIVING AND BREATHING, AFTER ALL THAT HE HAD DONE, HE HAD THE NERVE TO GET UP ON THE PEDESTAL THAT HE HAD CONSTRUCTED, DESIGNED AND BUILT HIMSELF THROUGH EXPLOITING THE INNOCENT TO TEST HIS FREAKY DRAGON DRUGS ON, HE HAD THE NERVE TO TALK DOWN TO YOU! ACT LIKE YOU WERE STUPID OR SOME KIND OF PREDETERMINED FAILURE! You get back from that battle exhausted , emotionally drained, and wanting to destroy yourself to find Finger leisurly drinking with Humpback! After you thought that he died you thought that you had lost another person, only for him to be there and fine. It was reliving yes, but just fucking horrible at the same time. So when you stare down at that mess and the first thing you see when you look up is the VIP room that the others are in you felt like you were justified in deciding that you would be acting on your tiredness and handing off this task to one of your upperclassmen like they do to you so often.

Actually you retract your earlier statement today can in fact get worst. Crow and Yasha have apparently had enough to drink both uncoordinatedly slamming down the money to pay for their drinks, you really don't care wether or not is correct you just want them gone, they BOTH step into Yasha's puke tracking it out the door with them. Yeah, no- you're not cleaning that up nope, nu uh, never. You blow out a heated breath and start to walk towards the VIP room careful to avoid all of the face mush on the floor. Pulling on the curtains that served as the door to enter you called out to the occupants.

"Right, sorry to ruin the fun but I just had two costumers who puked and tracked the throw-up everywhere so I need one of you to go out and clean it up preferably like," You looked down at your wrist as though you wore a watch. Truthfully it was just to hide the annoyed look on your face, "right now please." You glanced up at them Before clarifying "Chime I'm not asking you to clean it up, just focus on resting." Because as much as you wanted someone to clean that nonsense up right away you were also specially tuned into just how draining it could be to meet Herzog like that. "Cool thanks guys!" You clapped your hands together and prepared to leave the room when Luminous started complaining.

"Aw, come on no way newbie, I don't wanna clean something like that up!" He put his hand to the back of his head, a tick you had noticed he did when he was complaining, nervous or worried, "Come on can't you do it? You were already out there.." And there it was normally you would excuse that tone as just being something that made Luminous, well Luminous but today the whiny tone was grating on your ears and you were two steps away from man handling him like you used to with Anton when he was being uncooperative. The thought of him hurts. Witnessing his final moments, being there when they happened, it was both the same and different then the others. Sure you had watched all the others die but Anton's had always stuck with you in a way that was far too painful for someone who you really didn't like. And now the urge to cry was back, you felt your eyes burn with unshed tears that were a culmination of too many of your emotions to name.

Caesar brought a hand to rest on his chin tapping away at it, before he even got the chance to talk your anger had already started to peak "Luminous is right newbie, theres no reason for us to do it, you were already out there and knew the areas that needed to be cleaned. This just seems like a waste of both yours and our time." Yeah, yeah, you seriously contemplated grabbing Caesar by his ponytail and using him as a mop for a second.

"You just cleaning it up would've been more efficient." Johann unhelpfully chimed in. Yeah, maybe you would use Caesar as the mop and Johann as the counter rag.

"Yeah freshie! Everyone knows that newbies do all the grunt work, you can't expect us to do it can you?" Fingers nasally voice made you want to throttle him the more he continued to talk. Sure he may have meant it as a joke but you really weren't at the point of caring. In fact you couldn't care less about anything right now. The anger that had just been building had condensed into a vengeful apathy that demanded the souls of those around you.

Once again Caesar spoke this time however you decided to cut him off. "That's right newbie, using my authority as team leader I order you to-"

"Damn I kinda don't care," You said scratching at the back of your head in an obviously exaggerated way. "Yeah actually..." you started mimicking Caesar's earlier stance, "If you're invoking your team leader rights then I'm invoking my manager rights."

"Hey wait-" Luminous tried to interject.

"Yeah as your manager I order you all to have that throw-up cleaned within the next half an hour." A bit long of a time slot, sure, but really who cares as long as it gets done.

"No way newbie team leaders out rank managers, which means my order still stands." Caesar's stubbornness in this situation could be something to praise if not for the fact that a) you don't care and b) you're two steps away from bringing your thoughts of using him as a mop to fruition.

"Team leaders outrank managers when we're out on the field sure, but right now we're in Takamagahara not battling death servitors, which means your team leader status is moot." You made a slicing motion over your neck. "You may be the leader appointed by the college but right now that means nothing, were not fighting and this isn't reconnaissance, we're working."

"That doesn't change the fact that Caesar is team leader freshman." You can always count on Johann to speak up for what he believes in. Too bad you're not here to praise your upperclassmen but instead get them to work.

"Cool! And I'm still the manager. Right now you all are technically on the clock at Takamagahara which means what I say goes. Caesar may be the team leader and you may be my upperclassmen but that doesn't change the fact that right here right now what I say takes precedence in all matters that aren't dragon related because I'm the ma.ne.ger. " You smile your best costumer service smile and speak in the same tone that you do with costumers when you say this. Then you turn on your heel and walk out calling out behind you that "I expect to not wake up to puke covered floors in the morning! I'm going to bed good night."

And well if Finger chose not to comment on your behavior because he watched you break down in the elevator through the security cameras then that will remain with him. And if Caesar and Johann chose not to speak on it because they heard you sobbing from outside your room that night then thats something that stays between them. And if Luminous caught a glimpse of the empty look in your eyes that night when you left your room for water then he definitely held that as a close secret to his heart. Choosing not to comment on it. And if you noticed that your seniors were just a bit more gentle with you or asked for your input before sending you off on recon missions when they didn't before then you don't comment on it.

[gloriafc]

Single Dad

Paul never regretted having a kid at 21. He loves his daughter with his soul. He never had a relationship with his daughters mother, but he manned up and took responsibility for the baby. After a while the mother dropped her off with him and a letter. She gave him full custody and was never able to be contacted again. She sent child support, but she explained in the letter she didnt have what it took to be a mother but she'd be able to provide. It was later found out that she was doing drugs and was sent to a rehabilitation center.

You're a surgeon, you took a job as a pediatric surgeon at Forks. You only moved to La Push because your grandmother lived near the beach, leaving you her house when she passed away.

You met Paul when his daughter just turned three. Paul was lightweight scared, he never pictured having an imprint after his daughter was born. And he thought maybe the fact that he had a kid would scare you off, because he knew he'd never be able to pick anyone over his kid. He was relieved to find it didnt bother you one bit. "It kind of makes sense. Most guys I've dated tried to get me in bed on the second date. You didn't."

It didnt bother you that Paul was a few years younger than you, most people didnt even realize how old you actually were since you could pass as an eighteen year old if you did your hair a certain way. Paul was the one that had to keep up with your energy since you were used to working with kids all day.

After a few months of dating he finally decided to introduce the two of you and it couldn't of gone better. The two went to your house for dinner, your dog greeting them at the door. "Daddy. She has a doggy!" "His names Turkey, because he likes to eat a lot of Turkey." You left the screen unlocked knowing Paul was coming, he easily let his daughter in and helped her out of her coat as Turkey started sniffing her making her giggle as he licked her face in greeting. "Come on Letty. Y/Ns in the kitchen."

The evening went well in Paul's opinion. He watched as you listened to whatever story Letty was telling you as she played with Turkey. She made herself right at home, finding your movies, "You actually have happy feet 2?" You shrug and look at Paul, "I have a big family, and lots of nephews, a few nieces. Doesnt hurt that it's a good movie."

When Paul and Letty are back home and hes tucking her into bed she looks at him, "Daddy?" "What baby?" He smiles as she yawns and rubbs her eye, "I like her. Shes nice." Paul chuckles and smooths some hair out of her face, "I like her too." "I like Turkey too." Paul cant help but laugh, "I think Turkey liked the treats you kept giving him."

As a few more months have gone by you and Letty have gotten comfortable around each other, to the point where you'll watch her if Paul cant find a babysitter or if she just wants to play with Turkey.

When things start to get serious between you and Paul he decides to tell you about the legends and the imprint. You've been introduced to the pack, but you get overwhelmed with everything. You take a couple days to think about it, realizing everything makes sense. How nothing feels rushed or like it's wrong. You spent the few days you were alone baking, and baking, and even more baking. You knew you had to talk to Paul, but that he wouldn't find you to avoid making you feel pressured so you headed to his house.

After knocking you stare at the Tupperware of desserts over thinking how everything is gonna go. You dont hear the door open and jump when you hear, "What's that?" "I uh. I was thinking. And when I think I tend to bake and cook." You continue to stare at the Tupperware as he fully steps outside, "I'm still trying to wrap my head around everything, but I." You finally look up at him, "I know that I want to be with you." "Come here." Paul easily pulls you into his arms, resting his chin on your head as your arms wrap around his waist.

You don't know how long the two of you stay like that until you hear, "Are those brownies?!" You both turn and see Letty standing in the doorway, Paul grabs and lifts the Tupperware before Letty can grab it and run off, "Nice try kid. You gotta be quicker than that." Everything goes back to normal, besides the fact that you now know your boyfriend and his friends turn into giant dogs.

Paul can see Letty loves having you around, especially if she wants her hair done a certain way and knows hes useless with braiding hair, especially French braids. If you spent the night, Letty loves watching you do your makeup, even if it's just something super natural and basic. She also loves visiting you at work, the few days her and Paul would go to town theyd take a detour for lunch and bring you something. You had your own office, being the chief of peds, and Letty took any opportunity to spin in your chair.

When Letty starts school, Paul's absolutely bored without her there keeping him on his toes. "She's only gonna be gone for a few hours a day. Its preschool." "And then she'll be in highschool." You can only laugh, "And then what? Bringing home a boyfriend?" Paul can only groan making you laugh and shake your head, "Its preschool. You'll go to pick her up in a couple hours and you'll still be her favorite person."

After a couple years Paul and Letty move in with you. Your house was bigger and paid off, making it the best decision and Letty loved the idea of getting to decorate what would be her room. It took a couple days for you to get used to hearing cartoons in the morning and little hands pulling you inside after work to the kitchen where dinner is waiting.

By the time Letty is six shes calling you mom. You love her as if she was your own. The first time it slipped out of her mouth she got upset thinking you'd leave like her mom did. Paul talked to her and got her to tell you how she felt about your relationship with her. The next day you took her out for a girls day and she told you over lunch. When you returned home both exhausted, and after Letty showed everything she got to her dad, you were climbing into bed ready to knock out.

Paul slid into bed after tucking Letty in, pulling you into his arms letting you snuggle into the warmth his body provides, "How'd today go?" You yawn and let out a chuckle, "I think I became a mom today." Paul chuckles and kisses your shoulder, "Congratulations. It's a girl." You let out a laugh before rolling over and press your face into his neck before letting sleep consume you.

The next morning both Letty and Turkey jump on the bed to wake you and Paul up making you groan, "I didn't sign up for this." "You have no choice you're a mom now." You give Paul a death glare but he can't take you seriously with your bedhead making you roll your eyes, "Don't you have pancakes or some dad thing to make?" "Oh you're pushing it now." Before you can process what's happening Paul's attacking you in tickles and kisses, "Eww gross." You both stop and look at Letty before looking at each other. Paul shrugs, "Pin her hands, I got her feet." Not even a second later the three of you are laughing, even Turkey is happily wagging his tail and occasionally letting out happy barks.

When Letty is eight Paul asks you to marry him. Of course Letty is there to put her input on everything, especially the ring. "You know it's not for you right?" "Dad you don't have any style. Mom can't have an ugly ring. It has to be pretty just like her. She has to wear it everyday." "You don't think I don't know that? And shes beautiful not just pretty." "Dad. You're whipped." "Where'd you learn that?!" "Uncle Jared and Uncle Sam." Letty even tries to con her way into being there when Paul proposes, but luckily for Paul her uncles have super hearing, strength, and speed so she cant even attempt to escape Emily's house.

Occasionally Paul catches you and Letty cuddling on the couch as you watch a movie. He loves seeing Letty lay on top of you, no matter how big she gets she loves to have her head resting on your chest as you're both covered with whatever blanket you dragged down from her bed. Your hand is always on her back, rubbing soothing circles or just rested there depending on the day you've both had. Paul's heart skips a beat when he can see the engagement ring on your finger still unable to process the fact that hes going to marry his imprint and that you and his daughter have an amazing relationship.

[thotsforvillainrights]

okay sorry if this is too specific but could we get AfO comforting/handling an s/o who has hero related trauma (like the hero industry ruined them before they got with AfO and now they cant stand being around heros)? hc/drabble/imagine, your choice!

(No apologies! You’re all good! I’m the one that should apologize for being late as usual lol)

~Light at the End of the Tunnel~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

The sun beat down upon the top of your head as you stood there clinging onto the handle of the shop door, watching the scene in front of you with disgust or something more akin to disdain specifically. Your blood was boiling as you grit your teeth and felt a headache coming on. Everything seemed to center itself back to Earth when you felt his familiar touch as he gently placed his hand upon the top of your warm head. You turned your head to look at him and sigh. “I know it must be quite difficult being in heat like this. This is why I offered for us to stay inside today, my love.” He gently stroked the top of your head and for a second you had forgotten why you were upset until a group of small children passed you by. You immediately turned your attention back to the scene in front of you. “It’s not the heat that’s irking me right now...” You grumbled and crossed your arms. AFO chuckled beside you and took a second to observe the scene before you began speaking again. “The heat is a walk in the park compared to how frustrating it is having to see this shit.” You motioned at the crowd gathering a few feet in front of you. Some new nearby hero had apparently rescued someone earlier from some villain attack. The details were hazy, but the motive of his was clear...

money and fame.

You scoffed while the rookie signed autograph after autograph. Pretty soon, a news van showed up as well. AFO could see your frustrations bubbling up by the minute so he worked to pull you elsewhere and get your mind off of things. Of course that would entail venting of some sort.

“Did you even see him stop to check on the person that he saved??? No! He didn’t because he was too busy paying attention to the press and shit! The fucking news station got there before the paramedics and cops! Anyone at all could say it wasn’t like that, but I know for a fact! I used to be a hero and your popularity is everything to the public and to the fucking HSC as well. I mean, his quirk wasn’t even powerful! It was just something flashy and he just so happened to be at the right place at the right time. The fucking hero society and the fucking HSC fucking RUINED MY LIFE! God, how could I be so stupid to just...just let them indoctrinate me into all of that!?” You ranted and raved but he simply peered at you with a gentle smile as you both kept walking. “What? What are you looking at me like that for?” You snapped a tiny bit in annoyance. He’s dealt with this before whenever you see heroes. You always get like this so he wasn’t at all offended by it. “Oh nothing. Just looking at someone who never fails to amaze me.” You stopped walking. “Amaze you?”

“Yes, amaze me. Because even after all you’ve been through, you still hold that hatred in your heart. Yet at the same time you are capable of holding kindness in that very same heart. The kindness that you show to me each and every day.”

“Because I care about you and I love you. I mean, you’re the light at the end of the tunnel to me. When I met you, I was a complete fucking mess. I felt like I had nothing more to live for. You changed a lot of that.”

He closed the small gap between the two of you and pulled you into his loving embrace, much like the day when he first found you so broken. “I know this hero society and the feeble minded sheep that reside within it bring you such pain. You must remember that your past does not define you and the people who hurt you cannot hurt you anymore. I know its disheartening to wake up and be suddenly bombarded with this propaganda from such an industry as that. This is why I’ll continue working to bring about the one true change in society for not only my fellow audience and followers, but for you my love.” He laid a soft yet firm kiss upon your forehead, signaling his promises to be true and absolute. “Now let us depart home and settle in for dinner. This heat must be unbearable.” You smiled at him and nodded in agreement. 

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Damien Dalgaard x Experimenting!Fem!Reader || Drabble

Plot: You want to safely experiment with recreational drugs but Damien wants to keep that from happening so he stretches his power in the world of drug sales to prevent anyone of note from selling to you.

Warnings: References to responsible recreational drug use, drug dealers, slightly controlling/possessive ways. Sexual references, also. Its mostly fluffy though

I stand one bisexual drug dealer

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"Jacob, please. Come on. I have the money, I have my drivers licence- you know me! I don't want anything crazy, just something fun! And safe!" You press your hands together in a 'praying' gesture and set the hulking figure with a pleading gaze. "And I have plans to take it, at home, with my sober mum in the room. Really, I have no precarious plans!"

"I know, I trust you sweetheart. But I just cant sell you anything." He shrugs, turning his body towards the bar exit so he can escape you- but your hand flies from your side and to his forearm, gently, to stop him. He whines. "Come on, Y/N... "

"Jacob... " You fire back, in the same pleading tone. Then an awkward smile slips across your lips and raise an eyebrow in question, crossing your arms over your chest. "Come on," You tilt your head to the side. "What's really going on? You're the 4th person that's refused to sell me anything and I'm running out of notable dealers."

Jacob rubs the back of his thick neck, the skin stretching under his palm, and he grits his teeth together. "Look, I... " Making a frustrated noise, he lets go and shakes his head, avoiding your gaze. "Someone... doesn't seem to uh... be too pleased, at the idea of you... " He tilts his head to one side, then the other. Choosing his words carefully- not that he has to. Understanding is starting to sink in as he speaks, anyway. Finally he drops his arm and sighs out a frustrated sigh. "Buying any drugs."

Damn it.

As Jacob says sorry and slips away from you successfully this time as you sigh and lean back on the pillar behind you. A certain blue eyed devil boy, who was unknowingly to you, keeping an eye on the exchange between you and Jacob from the bar, picks up his drink and slips through the crowd to you. As soon as you see him, you roll your eyes. Of course he's here, on top of everything else!

You refuse to even say hello to your stalker and give him the damn satisfaction, and just glare at up at him from the pillar instead. Although, you're careful not to pout- lest you only cement his juvenile opinion of you.

"Sorry, sunshine. Got to him a few minutes before you got through the door."

You huff. "Damiennnnn." A smirk flickers at the corners of the raven haired dealer's lips, just like any time you would groan out his name; The context be damned. "Why're you doing this?"

"For your own good, baby. You know tha- " Before he can even finish that sentence, you're rolling your eyes and moving to leave him right there in the bar, but he manages to side step you and get in front of you again. His hand curls around your arm, gently. "You wouldn't like it. I know you wouldn't, you're a good kid. I'm just saving you from a bad experience."

"That's not your choice to make." You snap back, gaze meeting his and, for once, being the icier party. "Damien you're not my mum. And you're not my boyfriend- neither of which would change a damn thing about my decision, if you were in fact either of those things to me."

"Well that's just too bad sweetheart, because alert the presses, cuz I seem to have just beat the system." Like the hot douche he tends to be, he makes a show of looking you over, from head to toe. "Because I don't see any fucking drugs, on you."

You growl, and exclaim hopelessly. "I would if you would just sell them to me!"

"Not gonna happen."

"Why!?"

"I told you." Damien moves closer, hunching over you. You can feel his breath on your forehead, but still you stay firm. He's annoying, and frustrating, and a pain in the ass. Your personal brand of sexy, yes, but all those other things first and foremost. "You're a goody-two-shoes, and you wouldn't like what it does to you." Oh, he says it like its scientific fact. And it seriously grates on your nerves. Why is he so insistent??!

You roll your eyes deeply, enough to really feel it before talking again. "I wouldn't or you wouldn't?"

A slow, mischievous grin slips over his face. But its just a show and does little to cover up the unsureness in his eyes. "Sweetheart. Does that distinction really matter that much?"

You cross your arms. "It does if you're thinking like a boyfriend but refuse to act like one, jerk." For a moment he doesn't say anything. His mouth opens a little, like words should come out immediately - a deflection, a denial. Something clean and easy, - but he just... gets stuck. Freezes. Realisation of how real those words you just spat out must truly be slowly dawn on you, and you revert your gaze from his. The anger from before kind of just, slips right out of you. "Cuz... you come to see me a lot. You try to protect me. We're having regular sex, you bring me my (Chosen drink) for no conceivable reason other then to make me happy... " Things start to make sense to you as 2 and 2 come together. Your eyebrows knit together and your gaze flickers up to his, then away again. Then you shrug. "But then again, that cant be it, right? You don't do relationships, right?"

"Right." He replies back, quickly this time. Too quickly.

"Right." You say back, then chew on your bottom lip and look around. You cant see much of the rest of the bar, and the partyers being loud as hell around because Damien's so close and is shielding you from everything, but you don't know quite what else to do, now. He's frozen, and even when he defrosts you're not sure he's going to have anything remotely productive to say and might just brush you off actually which would be sucky, so... Maybe, you should... go???

But just as you move to slip around Damien and leave, he seems to gather his wits and clenches his grip harder down on your arm. "Hold on, wait a moment, there." He looks up and finally meets my eyes again; You raise an eyebrow expectantly. What? He sighs, and leans forward, rests an arm on the pillar above your head - caging you in, - and squeezes his eyes closed for a moment, controlling himself. "Where are you going?" For gods sake.

"Home- there you go thinking like a boyfriend again though! Why do you need to know where I'm gonna be??"

"Why do you answer me, in the first place?" He shoots right back this time, causing you to blanche up at him. A slow smirk spreads across his lips again- this time, real. There's a definite mischievous sparkle in those blue-blue eyes. "Do you want me to be your boyfriend, Y/N?"

Sputtering, mostly to waste time so you can find the right response to a bold question like that, you say nothing. What? What? This is not about you- Why don't you feel violently ill at the concept, though?

Must be just because he's standing so close. He's pretty, that's it. Your own personal, addictive brand of pretty. That's all- "Maybe?"

... what??

For a moment all the mystery, mischief, good old bad-boy energy and just, plain, darkness just leaves him. Its unbelievably endearing and all you can do is stand there like a doll watching Damien laugh, quietly, at your response and probably the fact that you must look like a startled baby bird right now too. Briefly you let yourself dip into that box pushed into the very back of your mind, hiding away all the things that you shouldn't think about regarding Damien, and wonder if that's what he looked like all the time, before. When he was all geeky and book-nose-y. A 'goody-two-shoes' himself. You read about that part of his life on Gossip Girl. He didn't talk about it, for damn sure.

Then you shut that down because its in that box for a reason. Its not appropriate for you to dig that deep, with him.

But also you're totally confused, with where this conversation might be going. Should you pick up that box? Its becoming dangerously close to being appropriate.

"Maybe?" He asks, clearly amused. Like a chameleon, his colours change back again to drug dealing dickhead. You don't mind. You like both.

You tilt your head to the side, raising an eyebrow. "... Well, do you want me to be your girlfriend?"

He rolls his eyes, smirking, and chooses to torture you with his own 'Maybe', making you huff. He's amused by it, before setting you with a serious, questioning look. "If I did, though... What would that mean about your little drug quest you got going, here?"

Oh.

You're back here again.

Wonderful.

"Well," You take a deep breath, and reach up to cautiously hang your arms loosely around his neck; Something you've done plenty of times before but never so intimately. Not this kind intimately, anyway. Absolutely not. This kind, is what makes you nervous. More then when you met him, your first time at a bar on your own. More then any of the times someone dangerous approached you both when you were with him, definitely more then when you had sex - no matter where, - . More then roller coasters and giant swings. "I don't think it would go away totally," You say, carefully. "if I was your girlfriend, or anyone's girlfriend. Then, I think I'd be... too preoccupied, to think about that. For a little while, at least."

After a moment of letting your words sink in, Damien makes a thoughtful 'Hm' sound and wraps both his arms around your waist- gathering you up against him. "Sounds like time that could be used convincing you not to try."

"You could see it that way." You grin, rolling your eyes. But like a light switch, those words seem to ease the whole situation. Damien's hands on you, the feel of him close, isn't anything new to you. But it feels different all the same. Like you're really allowed to like it, now. In all the most innocent ways possible. "But good luck."

"I think I'll take my chances with that option." Damien proclaims, and for a moment you just stand there together. The bar's music blaring in your ears, making them pink and hot, the material of his dark coat cosy to the touch and making you feel enclosed in it and safe despite all the chaos that bars encase, Damien looking around the room; Not assessing possible sales for once or checking for danger. Just... stewing in his satisfaction. The frustration bleeding from the both of you earlier seemingly evaporated like it was nothing, as you grin down to yourself. "Also," He pipes up again coyly after a few minutes, catching your attention by squeezing you a little bit, also. "With you as my girlfriend," Girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend- "now, I can do this any time I want."

Then he leans down and presses his lips against yours - less needy then usual. Not looking for anything more. Just kissing you to feel your lips against his, - in a kiss that sends tingles all over your body, and forces you to get up onto the tips of your toes to reciprocate with as much passion.

BONUS:

"Welp, I'm gonna get going now." You exclaim once the kiss is over, or you just cant hold your breath anymore, and reluctantly pull out of his arms, fixing your bag on your shoulder. You flash him a grin, tilting your head to the side. "Probably see you tomorrow?"

"Where are you going?"

"Home!" What does he mean, 'Where are you going?' ??? "I told you. I have cookies there, and my sister will eat all of them if I stay away all night."

Damien just stares back at you, waiting for some punch line, apparently. When no punchline comes after too many moments, he holds up a hand to slow you down- as if you had moved at all, with him staring at you like that. Any dose of those blue eyes are lethal. "Wait, you're really going home?"

"Yep." You pop the 'p', equally confused with him as he is with you. What does he mean, 'Wait, you're really going home'?????? Of course you're going home. That's what you said? Twice?

He just continues to stare at you. "What?? Cookies, Damien."

"I can buy you cookies." He assures, but you shake your head.

Tempting, but- "Mm, not these. I baked them."

"I can buy you ingredients."

"But then I have to wait for them to bake, and cool, when I can just take a 15 minute tram ride home and eat them now."

"Okay- " Damien sighs, kneading his forehead. "Alright, I might be new to the boyfriend thing Y/N, but don't people in relationships traditionally spend a- well, an obscene, amount of time together?" You smirk and giggle, at that. Oh, that's the issue. He thought becoming your boyfriend would be a bigger thing.

Hmm, you look away and wonder how to word this...

"Damien. Heads up, but as far as I'm aware, you've been acting like my boyfriend for months now. We've just labelled it now- not much is gonna change, except maybe I'll use the 'boyfriend card' sometimes with you. Don't sweat." With that, you lean up and peck him on the cheek as he smirks; relieved. Then you step back totally, resigned to not touching him again tonight even if you want to. That was goodbye. "Now, I'll text you later? Have a good night!"

"Night." He chuckles, pocketing his hands and turning to watch you leave.

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The Best Boys (Topper,Rafe and Kelce X Reader)

I was thinking that if you add a girl to the mix Rafe,Kelce and Topper are like the pogues....kind of.I kind of just did a flip of things,you know?

Warnings:Mentions of binge eating,anorexia,bulimia.If youre triggered by these topics please do not read.Im not trying to romanticize eating disorders at all,this is just my way of coping with things.

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“You hate horror movies but you’ll watch a show about the fbi?”Topper asked,opening a bag of potato chips.You frowned,sending a glare his way as you pulled your blanket up your body.Rafe chuckled at your sad expression,his arm wrapping around you and pulling you to his side.You pressed the watch button for season one episode one because the boys had never seen criminal minds before.You had watched the series twice already but another time wouldn't hurt anybody.Plus,it was your turn to pick the show of the weekend.Kelce came out of you bathroom,laying on your carpeted floor and grabbing the bowl of m and m’s from the living room table.

You had met Rafe in fourth grade,asking him why his hair was slimy.From then on you two had been close friends.You had met Topper through Rafe because Topper was in the golfing team with Rafe.The blonde boy sat at your lunch table after that,dragging along his friend,Kelce.All of them had a thing for you but you didn't know it.In their eyes you acted more pogue than kook.You were barely even a kook,closer to average than rich.You preferred beaded chokers and bracelets over gold and diamonds,converse over heels and bandanas over nicely made hair pieces.You were a lot like Kiara in those ways except you weren't really friends with pogues.

You knew a handful of them and shared friendly glances and small conversation when you saw them around but you weren't close to them like she was.You took better to the kooks,well,some kooks.If you hadnt met Rafe when you were children you would never even speak to him now.The three of them were anything but humble,always showing off their wealth in clothes and expensive cars.They started fights with pogues and gave them dirty looks,never even considering talking to them.They’d behave for you though.

They’d pretty much do anything for you.Rafe wouldn't do drugs in your home or anywhere around you,Kelce wouldn't cuss at all and Topper wouldnt drink.You four had weekends at your house when your mother left to go to New York to ruin peoples lives and make money.You would all stay in your house to binge watch a series and eat pure sugar and carbs.You had slowly started to get back into the snacking after refusing it for over a year.You had gone through a large patch of pure shit during sophomore year.You began binge eating only to end up barely eating at all.Topper had noticed the jurassic change in your clothing,the clothes becoming baggier and your body becoming larger.

It wasn't your weight gain that had concerned him,it was the fact that your glow was gone.You would barely talk in the group chat where you had previously typed endlessly to tell them the morning news and ask how their days had been.You would be hesitant to eat your lunch,eating it all to quickly and then stare down at your empty tray.He had been hanging out with you at your house when your mother had left for a sudden business trip and you didn't want to be home alone.He opened your fridge for a soda,seeing most of the food was missing.

The jar of hot fudge had been pretty much scraped for any sticky chocolate left,all the yogurts had been eaten and even the bowl of tomatoes from your garden that had always been there.You didn't even like tomatoes.He looked in your trash can to see that it was half full of empty containers,wrappers and empty bags of chocolate chips.His eyebrows furrowed,walking into the living room where you were sitting on the couch.

 “Hey,are you okay?”He had asked.Three months later you had dropped the weight,becoming smaller than you had been before.You hadnt gotten your glow back,if anything you got worse.Your hair was thinner and you barely smiled,trying to shut your friends out.Rafe had come to understand what was happening,trying to find out what was wrong with you. “Hey,chip,are you sick?”He asked,using your nickname.You sipped your tea,frowning in disgust of the taste. “No.”You answered.He came around the counter,placing his hands on either side of you and trapping you there.

 “Did something bad happen?”He asked.You glared up at the blue eyed boy,shaking your head.He sighed,shaking his head. “I think you have a problem.”He told you,touching your arm lightly.Your heart dropped,realising what he was getting at.You had spent nights crying,looking at yourself in the mirror and stepping on the scale at least three times a day.You knew that you had a problem but you would rather drop dead than actually admit it to someone.Much less one of your best friends.You shook your head. “No,no I dont.Im fine.”You grinned but there was no happiness there.He shook his head,making you look up at him. 

“You’re hurting yourself,(Y/N).You are sick you just cant admit it to yourself.Do you understand?”He asked.Tears pricked at your eyes,sniffling as you avoided his gaze.He didn't say anything more,wrapping his arms around you as you sobbed into his chest and kept apologizing.

You had tried getting better.You tried for your friends,knowing you were hurting them.You couldn't tell your mom or go to a doctor.You wouldn't let anyone else find out.You knew for a fact that Rafe had told Topper and Kelce about his concerns already.Kelce would face time you before bed,asking you what you had eaten that day.Something about telling them that you hadnt eaten made you happy.Something about the number going down and the feeling of hunger in your stomach brought you joy.Your clothes that had once been tight now hung from your body and even your bracelets were too loose for your wrists.You were not happy though.You wanted to be smaller.

You wanted to be so small that you were nothing,that you couldn't stand properly and that you could see all your bones.But in your mind not even that would make you skinny enough.It wasn't until Kelce’s 16th birthday that you realized just how bad you had become.You four had a birthday system.You’d all do a little get together at the birthday boy’s house to have cake and give gifts and usually the week after would be the big party.You had gone to Kelce’s,heart beating quickly and your hands becoming shaky as you thought about how much food you’d have to eat.You opened his front door,his gift in a neon pink paper bag by your side.You closed the door behind you,hearing the boys from the kitchen.

 “Wow,you were really late to my birthday.”Kelce grinned,pulling you into a hug.You laughed,hugging the boy back. “Sorry,had to wrap this bitch up.”You held up the bag.He kissed the top of your head lightly,letting you put the bag down and greet your other two friends.When you went into the kitchen Kelce began slicing the chocolate cake,putting it onto plates.He had never been a fan of the candle tradition after Topper nearly caught his hair on fire.He put a particularly large slice on your plate,pushing it towards you.The boys were sitting around the table,sending you glances to watch if you were eating.They gave you a big slice.They were trying to sabotage you.They were trying to make you gain weight.

They were trying to ruin any progress you had made.How could they?You stared down at the plate in frustration,feeling Rafe’s hand on your knee.You got up,your chair falling to the ground as you went to the bathroom quickly,locking the door and kneeling in front of the toilet.Kelce had quickly followed,standing outside the door and calling your name.You stuck fingers down your throat desperately,trying to get something to come up just to make you feel better.Your other hand clenched the toilet seat,sniffling as a bad taste filled your mouth before brown liquid spilled past your tongue and lips.

You gasped for air before reaching the fingers back,knowing you had more than that in you.The door opened quickly thanks to Rafe sticking a screwdriver in the keyhole,seeing you with your fingers down your throat and spit running down your chin.He ran across the tile,pulling your hand from your mouth and holding you close.You squirmed,scared out of your mind.What would they think of you now? “I’ve got you,(Y/N).I've got you…”Rafe whispered to you,running a hand through your hair.Kelce had kneeled down in front of you,taking a towel to wipe vomit from your face. “You’ll get better,princess.”He promised.He had kept the promise,helping you along the way.Topper had gotten you to eat little things at first.

He had taken away your scale,having Kelce destroy it with a hammer.He had made meal plans,telling you exactly how many calories you’d be eating and trying to figure out which foods caused your urges to binge or purge.Rafe had bought you some new clothes that looked nice on you to help with your body image issues,trying his best to make you feel more comfortable in your own skin.Kelce had taken in the job of prep talking,getting you to shower properly and take vitamins everyday.He never failed to tell you how proud he was of you and how great you were doing,how happy you were making him by taking vitamins and eating.Over the course of three years you had gotten better.

There was still that little voice in the back of your head but physically you had healed quite well.Your hair had grown back,you weren't so cold all the time and you weren't so dizzy.Sometimes you felt guilty after eating a meal but the boys were always there to tell you how perfect you were and how wonderful you looked now that you were at a healthy weight.They had been so happy when you joined them in eating candy and french fries during the weekend binge watches.You had finally convinced them to watch your favorite show with you.Criminal minds.You giggled to yourself,shushing them of their silence.Kelce looked up at you with furrowed eyebrows,declaring that he hadnt said anything.

 “Shut up,Kelce!My husbands about to be on!”You shouted,pointing back at the television.Topper’s eyebrows furrowed as you stood up on your couch and out of Rafe’s grip,jumping up and down and squealing. “LOOK AT HIM!”You exclaimed,pointing to the awkward spaghetti noodle that was Spencer Reid.Topper burst into laughter while Rafe frowned. “Thats him?Really?”He seemed unimpressed.You had talked about your husband,Spencer Reid,for the past three years.But this dude wasn't what Rafe had been expecting. 

“HEY!THATS THE GUY FROM Z NATION!”Kelce pointed at the guy who had played Citizen Z,the antagonist of this episode.You sat back down,getting comfortable in Rafe’s arms and eating a handful of skittles. “He’s an actor,Kelce.”You rolled your eyes.Somewhere between episode three and four you had fallen asleep against Rafe’s chest.Kelce had sat on the arm of the couch,too afraid to sit on the floor.When you woke up in the morning Rafe’s arms hadnt shifted,still around your waist tight.Topper’s head had somehow ended up on your ass,his arms wrapped around your thighs as if they were a comfy pillow.Kelce had fallen asleep curled in a ball in the corner of the couch,a pillow between his arms.

You drifted back asleep after turning off the tv,readjusting yourself on Rafe’s chest.In your empty sleep you had felt the warm weight of Topper leave your bottom torso only to be replaced by a blanket.Your arms tightened around something that wasnt Rafe but instead a cold pillow.You sniffed the air,the smell of salt and coffee filling your nostrils.You blinked a couple of times,sitting up properly.The tv was playing this morning’s episodes of Spongebob Squarepants.You stood up slowly,yawning and stumbling to the kitchen.

The boys were cooking up a feast,preparing for day two of binge watching.Kelce grinned at you,setting down a coffee creation.Hot fudge,werthers caramel candies,half whole milk and half italian brew coffee all put together with ice and a bendy straw.You thanked your friend,sipping the drink tiredly.Rafe grinned,placing the (Y/F/C) plate of eggs the way you liked them cooked,ham and toast. “Morning,chip.”he smiled,kissing your forehead lightly.

You thanked him,only half awake as you cut up the ham. “Why Spencer?”Topper asked,taking in a large gulp of orange juice.You shrugged,a smile on your face as you took a bit of ham and eggs. “He’s adorable and hes smart and he’s funny.What’s there not to like?”You asked.Kelce laughed. “The man is a spaghetti noodle.Don't you want someone like Derek?”He asked.You shook your head,biting your toast. “Can we talk later?I don't want my toast to untoast.”You told him,enjoying the sound of the crunch.Kelce grinned,sipping his hot fudge,heavy cream coffee shake. “Of course,of course.God forbid the toast untoast.”He smiled.

“So what do you guys think of the show so far?”You asked curiously.Criminal Minds had always been your favorite show.Rafe had called you once while you were rewatching it and you had scolded him for twenty minutes because you swore to god that you had texted the group chat no to bother you.What Rafe didnt realise was that the show was literally about the minds of criminals.He realised that that’s probably where you learned how to read people so well and how you always knew when someone was sad.It also made him worry that maybe you knew about his crush on you if he hadnt made it obvious enough.He felt jealousy deep in his soul at the way you spoke so fondly of Spencer Reid,the way you’d smile and your eyes would twinkle when ever the man came on screen.You could only hope that one day you’d look at him with the same love in your eyes.

You brought your coffee into the living room,turning netflix back on.Rafe was typing away at his phone,earning a small smack on the arm. “Rafe,I didn't do this to you when we watched Ever After High.”You pouted.He smiled,showing you what he was looking for.He was on tiktok,hunting for Spencer Reid edits for you to enjoy.You kissed the boy’s cheek,letting him know you had already seen them all.You sat back to enjoy another episode of Criminal Minds,stabbing at the candy in the bottom of your cup.

 “Am I the only one uncomfortable about JJ?”Kelce asked,pointing to the blonde woman.You giggled,watching as Topper nodded. “They’re both blonde with blue eyes too,it only gets creepier.”He shook his head.You turned to look at him,a big shit eating grin on your face. “Bottom,sweetie,you're blonde with blue eyes too.”You reminded him,ruffling his blonde locks.He rolled his eyes at the sound of your teasing nickname that he had gotten after you walked in on one of his hookups.

It was ironic that he had been given the name Topper seeing as though he was the most bottom a bottom could be.He wasnt even a power bottom,just a squishy marshmallow bottom.He didnt give off bottom energy but with a name like that it was pretty much challenging fate.

He had been embarrassed,never wanting you to see him with another girl.In his god complex mind he was convinced every girl loved him,including you.Either that or he just wanted you to love him.In his mental defense he had imagined that she was you.He mentally cursed,wondering if he had made your insecurities worse.If anything it made you happier now that you had a new thing to tease him with,being able to throw out your old line that teased him about dying his hair green in seventh grade.He really just wanted someone to love him.He really just wanted you to love him in a different way than you did.

It didn't matter though,you were happy with the platonic relationship and he couldn't ruin that.He could never go after you anyways,though.Kelce liked you so he would be breaking bro code and unfortunately Kelce couldn't do anything because he knew that Rafe liked you and Rafe couldn't do anything because Topper liked you.It all sucked but in the end you could do whatever you wanted.You hadnt made a move on any of them which meant you didn't want any of them.But they were okay with that,they still got to be your best boys.

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