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The Freedom of Expression Vol:13 - Looking back at the 25th Anniversary tour.

*As soon as the wait screen appears, the sound of the director instructing Kaoru about the plan for the free half and the paid half can be heard. A few comments pop up saying, "We can hear you" etc, and the mics are promptly turned off until the official start time😅*

K: Hi, and welcome to The Freedom of Expression live on our Niconama channel. Im Kaoru from Dir en grey.

J: Im Joe Yokomizo.

T: And Im Tasai from Tokyo Sports.

*applause*

K: Its been a while since we were here.

J: This studio? It has, yeh. Is this where we did the Christmas tree last year?

K: Was that last year? Yeh, last year.

J: Was it this year?

T: It was last year, wasn't it? Eh?! Was that last year??

K: Eh? haha

J: It was last year, right?

T: Yeh, yeh. It was last year.

J: Since covid though, don't you feel like its kinda hard to know what happened when over these last two years? Don't you like, lose a sense of it? Or is that just me getting old?

K: Hm, Im not sure.

J: We did do the tree here though, right?

K: Yeah, we did. And we made that cake.

J: We did!

T: Oh, yes.

K: And we made Takoyaki. It makes me think we are gonna eat whenever I come here. And we had all the Umaibos!

J: Was it here where we went up to the roof at New Year?

K: Oh, what was it?...Bubbles, and stuff.

J: Was that here?

K: Yeah, I think it was.

T: *reading comments* One year since the cake, that black cake.

K: *notices the comments* Eh?! It looks like umaibo. (*there is a kind of wierd graphic in the comments*)

J: Woah. How do they do that? People are so creative. Ahh, the cake of darkness, yeh.

T: That tasted good.

J: Ah, memories, memories. Well, anyway, today we dont have any cake, or Christmas activities, but more importantly, Kaoru, congratulations on completing the 25th anniversary tour!

*applause*

K: Thank you.

J: So, the tour is now finished, after starting on October 25th and continuing nationwide. And you did one extra show on Dec 16th, with audience cheering allowed! I wonder if anyone who went to that show is watching now? I think a lot of the people watching us today will have gone to at least one show during the tour...Oh, whats that? Kaoru's mic is hitting his necklace?

*Kaoru fixes his mic*

T: (*reading comments*) "Thank you for coming to Tokorozawa!"

J: Ah, "I went to Shinjuku". That has become a legendary performance.

T: "It was so much fun!"

J: "At last, I could use my voice!" Ahh, keep sending in your comments. Oh, so by the way, the theme of this live broadcast is 'Tour 22: From Depression to____ After-Talk Special'!

*applause*

J: Ahh, "I couldn't get tickets to Shinjuku", "I went to Sendai", "I went to Osaka and Amagasaki". Ok, so Leader, the tour is over, but first just give us a quick word on your feelings about it.

K: Well, hmm, a lot of people came, so I'm really thankful to everyone who did.

J: I see. Tasai, what would you like to ask?

T: Well, I went to Haneda. It was quite a different feeling there. It looked like you guys were having a lot of fun on stage, but how was it really for you?

K: Well...I'm gonna get a bit serious here, haha...Uh, well, normally we'd release an album, and do a tour, and the songs would be all kinda new, right? So as we do the tour, we'd be kinda gradually chasing the songs up to a higher level as we play them. But this time, we've already done all there is to do with these songs...It might sound strange to say it, but there is nothing higher to achieve with them. Plus, parts of them are ingrained in us, so we know exactly how they will flow out.

J: You mean, you've perfected them live?

K: Yeah, so it wasn't really a case of 'How is this tour going to go?', but rather, 'How can we make each day exciting?'. So, that was actually quite difficult, haha.

T: Ah, like retaining your motivation?

K: Yeh, or like trying to decide which parts we need to spice up on each day, and stuff. It wouldn't be very exciting if we just played the songs the same old way as usual. I mean, even for us too. So we kinda fumbled along, trying to make each day of the tour exciting.

J: I see, so if you have a new album out, your big goal is to perfect the songs live, but with these songs that you already know so well, you had to kind of set yourself new objectives, or missions for each day of the tour?

K: Yes. It also reminded me of my past self, well, in my playing style too, but also in my movements and stuff. It was almost as if my past self was trying to emerge, I remembered how I used to be on stage. It felt too different from my current self, and I didn't really want to go there. That was hard for me.

J: Well, a live show is a bit like a documentary of current times, so in that sense, you didn't want to fall back into your old habits?

K: You could say that, for me. It was difficult anyway.

T: What exactly do you mean by your past self emerging?

K: Well, it could be anything. When I'm playing a song, the feelings I had in the past emerge in my body, you know? I mean, I don't know if thats actually how I really was, but, you know?

J: It happens spontaneously, right?

K: Also, we had a bit of leeway with them this time, right?

J: Ah, yeh, because they are not new songs?

K: So, I ended up feeling like I need to do something different with them. I could simply just play them as they were, but I did end up feeling like I need to do something with them. I had this kind of ongoing internal conflict in my head..'You don't need to change it, its fine', and 'Oh, you need to do something with this!'.

J: Were there any parts of the tour where you really tried to challenge yourself with the old material?

K: Well, no, in that sense we put a group of recent songs in the middle of each set, then we put in the new 'ain't' after those. That was the part where we could challenge our current selves. So thats what we considered while making the rest of each setlist.

J: I see. Someone asked, "How do you feel about the re-recorded versions?" Everyone is sending a lot of enthusiastic questions. But, I was gonna say, a live show happens in the moment, right? So you must have had a lot of incidents ocurring on tour, like in the dressing rooms, or in transit etc? Can you tell us about anything that happened during this tour?

K: Now? Incidents?(*thinks*)

J: Yeah, backstage gossip. We wanna hear about it.

K: Well, at Haneda, my amp broke.

T: Which day at Haneda??

K: Day 1, during the rehearsal before the main show. (*To his manager off camera*) It was day 1 wasn't it? Yeah. So we had an emergency substitute brought in. Oh, no, actually on that day we just used a back up one that we already had, but we got a proper substitute in for the following day. I still havn't got mine back yet.

J: Oh, its still being repaired?

K: Yeah.

J: ???

K: Well, the staff did their best.

J: Ahh, I see. Well, this kind of thing can happen on tour.

T: What about food? Did you eat anything nice?

K: Well, we went to Hokkaido at long last. I ate some nice things in Hokkaido. Well, there is good food everywhere though.

J: Well yeah. What did you eat in Hokkaido?

K: Seafood...Uh, I had Shirako ponzu (*cod milt/sperm with ponzu sauce*)

J: Ahhhh, I wanna eat that!!

K: Hahaha

J: I couldn't go to any of the regional dates, I wanted to go to Osaka though.

K: They don't call it shirako in Hokkaido though, do they? What do they call it again? Tachi?

J: So like 'tachi ponzu'?

K: Tachipon.

J: Ahh, did you have sake with it?

K: No, I had a highball. Haha

J: You always drink highballs!

T: Thats the type of thing that would come up in a Kaoru quiz.

J: Oh, will it?

T: Yeah, you have to remember this.

K: For another time, right? haha.

J: Yes, for another time. Thats the keyword to remember with Tachipon. Oh, look, some people are saying they went to Hokkaido. Well, we'll talk more about those details later, but for now the director is telling us to move to the next page.

(*They all pick up thier notes and turn the page*)

J: Ok, just notifications to read out. Uh, on this show we really, really welcome lots of comments and messages. Suppport, thoughts, feelings about the show, anything is ok, so please send them in. Twitter users can use the hashtag TFOE. The first part of this show is free for anyone to watch, but the second part is for channel members only. As a member, you can watch the live broadcasts in the archives for one year, and there are also members only videos for you to see, so please everyone...can you see the link at the top of your screen? Leader, point to it. Thank you. Everyone, please use this link to become a member and stay with us to the end. Ok, so for this 25th Anniversary Tour After-Talk Special, here is our first corner. "Ego-surfing for reports of the tour!"

T: Lets do it!

J: We did this once when the album was released, right?

K: Yeah

J: Well we are going to do another forbidden search, now that the tour is over. Its scary, right?! Searching for yourself online. Eh, someone said "Aghhh, don't do it!" No, we will do this live. Tasai is currently searching on the PC, but this same Tasai has an injured foot.

T: Haha, sorry.

J: What happened? Show us.

(*Tasai lifts up a bandaged foot*)

T: Its embarrassing, haha.

J: What happened?

T: I fell over.

J: Where?

T: In front of my office.

J: Ehhh?! Were you drunk?!

T: No I was just setting off for home like normal, and there was a pothole in the road. My foot got caught in it and I fell over sideways.

J: Honestly though, Leader, don't you think Tasai has gotten bigger? I think he has.

K: Well, he looks big.

T: Oh dear, thats not good. What should I do?

J: Whats your weight?

T: About 100kg.

J: I bet it is, that sounds about right. You fall in a hole with that much weight, this is what happens! How embarrassing.

K: (*Laughing at Joe*) How embarrassing? Hahaha

J: Look, someone said, "I want to nurse him"

T: Thank you.

J: There are people like that out there! When you get guys like me laughing at your pain and embarrassment, there are still people out there who want to nurse you. Haha, someone said, "He's getting plump" haha, "Tasai is becoming a Titan". Oh, ok yes, lets do some ego-sufing.

T: (*Reading tweets*) Ok, whats this one..."ワシら(wasihra/us)"

K: Thats my tweet, haha.

T: Hahaha

J: The first one you chose, and its Kaoru's?? Oh, right, Im being told to explain the hashtag. Right, yes. So what we are doing is searching on Twitter for tweets about the tour. We want to see the reports from people who went to see the lives. We are searching using the tag DIRENGREY25th, so if you havn't already tweeted your thoughts, do it now with this tag, and the injured Tasai may just pick up your comment.

K: These tweets go right back to the start of the tour.

J: There's so many, its hard to choose, right?

K: Should I do the scrolling (*takes over*)

J: Poor Tasai with his foot, he can't move much.

T: Haha

J: Well, if you remember when we did this with Phalaris, even if you write something now, it might still get seen.

K: (*Reading a tweet*) "There were a load of songs from Vulagar and Withering to Death, it was a great setlist. I wish they had played The Final and Obscure though".

J: Ahhh

K: Ahh, we didn't play those two on this day. We did on other days, just not this day.

J: I see, yeh. It depends on the day. Well, later we will talk more about how every single day was different, the director is telling me.

K: Haha, they weren't that different from each other. They were only a little bit different each time.

T: You can talk about the reasons for the changes and stuff.

K: No no, its not that we planned to change stuff, its just like I said before, we just needed to make each day more exciting by changing little things here and there.

J: Oh, so you didn't have a big plan from the start to make each day totally different?

K: No no.

J: It was just a little bit to keep up the excitement after each show.

K: Yeah.

J: So would you like, finalise or change up your setlists at the last moment?

K: On the same day?

J: Yeah.

K: Well, we have done that...

J: Amazing!

K: Well, I mean, thats not really a big deal for us. haha. The staff will have to change a few things round for us, but thats about it.

J: Ahh, I see. (*reading comments*) "Thats backstage gossip too". Right?

K: (*Looking at computer screen*) These are all tweets from Sendai.

J: Did something special happen at Sendai?

K: No, no, I mean, we've only scrolled as far as Sendai, haha.

T:(*Reads out a tweet mentioning Rasetsukoku*)

K: Hm, yeh, we played Rasetsukoku each time. Im just gonna scroll right down...Ah still Sendai.

J: There are so many tweets for each live.

K: There's still tonnes. Tasai, I was hoping you would have scrolled a bit further by now. Hahaha.

J: Yep, there they are both, scrolling away. Are you past Sendai yet?

K: Uh, Zepp Sapporo.

T: (*Reads out a tweet saying that Saku was the first song*). Ah, starting with Saku!

J: Yeh, I noticed a few days started with Saku when I saw the setlists. Im honestly a bit envious. Starting with Saku is epic, right?!

K: Really?

J: Yes.

K: Actually, we started with Rasetsukoku for the first two days.

J: Oh, really?! Thats the rule??

K: The rule? Haha, no, we just decided off the cuff.

J: Oh, is that it?

K: Yeah.

(*Louds noise blares out. Kaoru looks shocked and wide-eyed. The sound goes off, and then the video stops for several mins. A message pops up informing of technical difficulties*)

K: Ok

J: Ok, we're back! We did it!

T: We're back!

J: The tech staff got us back.

K: That was quite scary wasn't it?

J: Yeah! Like 'Kyaaaaa' all of a sudden.

T: It was like a screech from another world.

K: I was pretty shocked.

J: Someone in the comments asked if it was Kyo.

K: Haha

T: Haha. One comment said that its because Joe was predicted many blocked paths this year. You remember our shrine visit?

J: Ah, maybe thats it. I was predicted that at the start of the year, wasn't I?

K: It was Tasai's mic acting up though wasn't it? And then this huge noise exploded.

T: As soon as I talked about my leg, it started doing stuff.

J: Tasai, you need to be purified at the shrine, you have evil on you.

K: We went at the start of the year though, right?

J: But if its Tokyo Sports there could be all sorts hanging around.

T: No, but since I hurt my foot, my wife won ¥10000 on the lottery, and WestLand, who I'm reporting on, won the M-1. So there are a lot of good things happening around me.

K: What about us(Dir)? hahaha

J: There's nothing bad hanging around you! Ehh, what could it be? Well, at least we've got the sound back. What were we talking about before? Oh, Saku!

T: Yeah, Saku.

J: Where was it? Hokkaido! Saku was the first song in Hokkaido.

T: You need a lot of power to burst open with Saku though, right?

K: What else did we say? About how we opened with Rasetsukoku only on those two days.

J: Yeah, I think the viewers probably heard that. So continuing the search. Actually there was a question about Sendai...something about a sauna in the dressing room? Did you go in the dressing room sauna?

K: Ahhh, no I didn't.

J: Oh, more background noise? There is definitely some evil hanging around.

T: Is it me??

K: We didn't hear anything here, right? Its better now?

J: Ah, lots of ghost emojis..."Its Rasetsukoku" (*land of rakshasas*)

K: Well, I mean, weird stuff just happens to us a lot.

J: Yeah, so we are probably ok, right?

T: Anyway lets do this search.

J: Yes, lets get on with that. Someone wrote, "Sprinkle salt around Tasai's leg"

T: Haha

J: Someone bring us some salt!

T: Haha, yes please. Ok, now we are at Nov 18th which is Amashin..

K: While we were off air, we did some mega scrolling, haha.

J: Yeh, the sound guy and you two were working hard, I was just sat here. Sorry, haha.

T: Ok, here's a tweet. "The speed at which Toshiya crossed the stage during KR cube was incredible!" Do you remember this Kaoru?

K: Uh, I dunno. Haha. He's being doing that for years though, right?

T: Another one, "C straight after Merciless Cult was amazing!" What do you think? This song order is great on the album too.

K: Yeah, we tried that. I think we only did that once though.

T: (*Correctly reads out a tweet containing a few song names*)

K: Oh, you really do know the songs! Just from this?!

T: Yes (*reads the name Mamachen/Marmalade Chainsaw*)

K: You even know Mamachen!

T: Yes, because I listen to them.

K: Oh, thank you.

T: (*Reading more tweets*) "It was amazing beyond words", also, "Toshiya is really macho" etc.

K: (*scrolling*) Joe, speak for a bit.

J: Ah, ok. There are a lot of comments coming here, as well as the tweets, especially about Toshiya cutting across the stage, like his legs are so long he can cross the stage in three steps.

T: No way!

J: Thats was was written in the comments! There are lots of comments about Toshiya..."I was happy to see Die all in red"...."I thought Toshiya's body was 90% legs"

K: Hahaha

J: That must be a joke. But people are saying its right! Someone wrote that you were chasing each other around the stage at Amashin.

K: Eh?

J: Were you chasing each other?

K: Uh, no. What does that mean?

J: Give us some more details people...Did you chase the other members around the stage?

K: Oh, like following behind? Yeh.

J: "Kaoru and Shinya chased Kyo"

K: Ahhh, yeh.

J: Also, "Kaoru's paper airplane"

K: Oh yeh, I did that. Where was that again?

J: Osaka?

K: Yeh. I folded the setlist into a paper airplane while I was on stage, but my folding technique was a bit off. I folded it like this (*demonstrates with notes*), so it just flew in a vertical drop as soon as I threw it. Haha

J: It didn't even reach the audience??

K: It fell in the space just infront of the audience.

J: Ah, someone just said it was Osaka day 2, the paper airplane story. If you guys have any other events from the tour that you want to know about, please send a comment...."The towel throwing was also great". Did you throw it far, Leader?

K: Well, it flew.

J: Oh, someone said the water bottles and towels flew as far as the second floor at Hatch.

K: If you throw the water bottles right, they do go quite far.

J: To the second floor?

K: Yeah.

T: (*scrolling*) I think I've reached to the newest tweets...."I made so many memories, it was amazing. My neck is sore"..."I was glad they played Saku and Kodou"...Where is this? Hm, maybe Hatch day 2..."The 25th anniversary tour was great! KR was so much fun, and I've always wanted to hear songs like Wake, Drain, and Jessica live, so I cried a lot during the show"

K: Well, songs are like that. Each person has their own particular meaning and memories attached to each song. So yeh, I can understand that.

T: It seems like there were a lot of songs from earlier albums.

K: Well, that was decided by the song battle which Fujieda did. Sitting and talking by himself all that time, haha. But we tried to just include most of the highest ranking songs from that. The songs that we chose ourselves are actually very few.

J: Ahh. "The mistake at the start of Jessica was also good" Did you make a mistake?

K: Yeah

J: They spotted it.

K: Well, we stopped the song.

J:Oh! Please write where that was if you saw it, guys. "Thank you for spraying water on me, Kaoru".

T: "The excitment was crazy with Rasetsukoku at the start". That must have been one of those two lives.

K: Yeh, people like that song.

J: They really do. "Citta day 2"? Ahh.

T: Also "They didn't play 'I'll' after all". A fan sent this with a crying emoji.

K: Well, well, well...hahaha.

T: Ok, I get you, haha.

J: "I love Rasetsukoku so much, I want it at the start and the end!"

K: Nah...I don't think so, hahaha. I'd want a different song.

J: Yeh, we get that they love it, but we need variety too.

T: "Happy Birthday to my favourite guitarist, Die"

K: Ah, yeh, it was his birthday yesterday.

J: Happy Birthday Die.

T: Yes, Happy Birthday. Hm, what else can I find here.."It was so emotional at Shinjuku Blaze"

K: Oh yeh, it was the first time in ages for me to go to Kabukicho, the last time was for that talk event we did in Loft.

J: Oh yes, that was 4 or 5 years ago, right? Ah, but Blaze, yes.

K: Yeah, Kabukicho really doesn't suit me. Hahaha.

J: Its so garish, right?

K: Well, it felt kind of dirty.

J: Ahhh, yeh.

K: Like, people lined up everywhere, drinking. I know people do that from the daytime in Ueno and places too, but Kabukicho has a kind of slimy feel to it.

J: Yeah, Shinjuku is unique. Uneo and places are different.

T: People are commenting about Tōyoko (*トー横 - An area in Kabukicho*).

K: Yeh , it was next to Tōyoko.

J: But this was the first 'cheering allowed' live in ages, right? How was it?

T: Yeah, I wanted to go.

K: Well...it was a step in the right direction.

J: Yeah. So cheering was allowed from when the members appeared on stage?

K: Yes

J: Ahh, somebody write how it felt in the comments! Well, as Leader said it was the first step. Uh, we will talk more about the setlist in the second half. Ah, someone said, "I cried". Well, of course yeh, its been a long time.

T: (*Reads out a couple of tweets praising the Blaze live*)

J: Oh, but that moment where the lights go down and everyone screams, right?

K: But at first, when the lights changed, everyone clapped.

J: Oh, out of habit?

K: Yeh. Then when Shinya went out, he was the first out...thats when the cheering started. Well, as far as I heard.

J: Ah yeh. "I wanna scream their names". Yeah, people who couldn't go to Shinjuku will be feeling this. People really want to know whether cheering will be allowed at the tour next year?

K: Well, with current circumstances, the answer is no. It depends on each venue. A lot of them are saying that cheering is allowed at half capacity, which would be a bit tough for us. But if they say cheering is allowed at full capacity...well, I don't know yet. But for now, no.

J: Its not really something a band can decide on their own, right? It depends on the venue and the region, but im sure people will understand. Anyway, we had a bit of a break earlier, but we are now at the end of the first part of the broadcast. I think we've made up for the part that we lost earlier. In the second part, we will take a much closer look at the setlists from the 25th Anniversary tour, so please join us for that. As was mentioned a bit earlier, each setlist was different!

K: Haha, I don't think thats such an impressive thing really though.

J: Oh no no. Im not sure if the audience and the performers feel the same about this, but changing just one song can change the whole atmosphere, right?

K: Well, that is true, yes.

J: So its really exciting for the audience, if they compare it to previous shows. You may even see setlists from the shows you went to, so please send in any questions you like. Ok, ill just inform you of how you can watch part 2. The next part is for channel members only, so you have to be a member if you want to watch to the end. Then you'll be able to watch this broadcast in the archives for a year, and we also have members only videos for you. In these we set various challenges for ourselves. There are some funny ones and some more serious ones. Ok, here's how to join. There should be a blue link at the top of your screen. Leader, point to it please. Thank you. Leader's fingers are on the move. If you click this link you will get a payment method screen. Thank you for pointing sideways, Leader. Choose you preferred method, click proceed, and then enter your info. Its really simple, so if you haven't already joined, please do so to stay with us to the end. Ok, Leader, before we switch over, do you have any announcements you'd like to make?

K: Announcements?

J: If you have any. Its ok if you don't.

K: Hmm, do I have any?

J: Haha, I don't know. For example, TheTheDay stuff, or something?

K: TheTheDay is the day after tomorrow.

T: How about what you will eat tomorrow morning or something? haha

K: Should I really announce that? haha.

J: I think you could.

K: I haven't decided yet, haha. Oh, just earlier...today we were rehearsing for the New Year festival, and I had a bit of time before coming here, so I got some ramen, but the soup was lukewarm. It was so disappointing.

T: Hahaha

J: Ahhh, what a shame for your post-rehearsal ramen!

T: Thats quite an important announcement.

J: Yeah, it is.

K: I was disappointed.

J: Yeah. What will the New Year festival be like? Well, you probably can't say anything, right?

K: Nah. Anyway, we don't even have a timetable yet.

J: Well, we can look forward to it. Someone asked what kind of ramen you had?

K: Soy sauce type.

J: Is that your usual type?

K: No, I like miso, soy sauce, tonkotsu, anything salty, but I guess if im trying a place for the first time, i would choose soy sauce.

J: Ahh, but still, the sauce was lukewarm. Well, lets get rid of your disappointment and cheer you up in the second part.

K: In Hokkaido I had miso ramen. It was the first time in absolutely ages to have ramen in the middle of the night after drinking.

J: Ah, but I guess you didn't care much if you were drunk?

K: I wasn't that drunk though.

J: Was it like, you went straight in without having to wait in line?

K: I did have to wait.

J: Oh, you did? Ahh, someone wrote "ramen report". Maybe we will have to do that next year. Ok, we will stop here to switch over. The change over screen will appear for a moment, so members hang tight. See you in part 2 for more 25th Anniversary tour talk!

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lunarimagines · 4 years ago

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MOBILE MASTERLIST

I have received many requests to update my masterlist, so here it is! As of October 18, 2020...

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Kpop

+ EXO

YOU’RE THE NEW GIRL WITH A ‘BAD GIRL’ IMAGE [VERSION 1] [VERSION 2]

THEY’RE IN THE MOOD, BUT YOU’RE ON YOUR PERIOD

THEIR GIRLFRIEND IS ANEMIC

PLAYING WITH THEIR GIRLFRIEND’S LONG HAIR

MAKING BREAKFAST WITH YOU

JONGIN REACTION TO HIS GIRLFRIEND ALWAYS ASKING PERMISSION BEFORE INITIATING SKIN SHIP

WHAT DATING JONGIN WOULD BE LIKE

WHAT DATING SEHUN WOULD BE LIKE

WHAT DATING TAO WOULD BE LIKE

WHAT DATING LUHAN WOULD BE LIKE

WHAT BEING SCHOOLMATES WITH KAI WOULD BE LIKE

LATE NIGHT LUHAN FLUFF BLURB

BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH EXO (OT12)

WOLF!CHEN

*ONLY I CAN (KYUNGSOO SMUT)

*HOW YIXING WOULD BE IN BED

*SEX WITH BAEKHYUN

WHAT DATING BAEKHYUN WOULD BE LIKE

*WHAT SEX WITH KRIS WOULD BE LIKE

*I HAVE NO REASON TO BE JEALOUS (SEHUN SMUT)

*WHAT SEX WITH JONGIN WOULD BE LIKE

WHEN YOU CONFESS TO KAI

WHEN THE MANAGERS SUGGEST HE BREAK UP WITH YOU

*SEX WITH CHEN

*SEX WITH KYUNGSOO

*SEX WITH LUHAN

*SEX WITH SEHUN

WOLF!KAI

*SEX WITH CHANYEOL

*SEX WITH SUHO

DATING CHANYEOL

*SEX WITH TAO

*SEX WITH XIUMIN

DATING KYUNGSOO

BEING SCHOOLMATES WITH CHANYEOL

YOU HAVE BENIGN ESSENTIAL TREMOR

WOLF!BAEKHYUN

THEY FIND OUT THEY’RE DOING A ROMANTIC BALLAD WITH YOU (THEIR CRUSH)

FLUFFY XIUMIN ONE SHOT

~YOU’RE SELF CONSCIOUS ABOUT YOUR WEIGHT

CUDDLING WITH SUHO AND ACCIDENTALLY WAKING HIM UP

~YOUR SELF HARM COPING NOTEBOOK

YOU’RE DATING IN SECRET AND HE KISSES YOU (UNKNOWINGLY) IN FRONT OF CAMERAS

JEALOUS!JONGIN

MARRIED LIFE WITH CHANYEOL

CUDDLING WITH KRIS AND SEHUN

*TOUCH IT [JONGDAE SMUT]

DATING KRIS [WU YIFAN]

HUSBAND!JONGIN

SECRETADMIRER!JONGIN

CUDDLING WITH EXO

THEIR GF HAD ADD

WHAT DATING JONGDAE WOULD BE LIKE

GROWING UP WITH JONGIN

YOUR CHILD CALLS HIM DAD

YOU THINK THEY ARE CHEATING

EXO REACTION TO SEEING YOU AGAIN AFTER YOU TWO BROKE UP

WHAT DATING TAO WOULD BE LIKE

WHAT DATING SUHO WOULD BE LIKE

WHAT DATING LAY WOULD BE LIKE

YOU FAINT IN HIS ARMS [CHANYEOL ANGST]

MARRIED LIFE WITH LUHAN

THE OVERLOOK [BAD!BOY CHANYEOL]

A-Z NSFW

[JONGDAE]

TEXTING

[JONGDAE]

+ BTS

YOU TELLING THEM ‘I LOVE YOU’

S/O TRIPPING OVER NOTHING

TYPE OF TUMBLR BLOG BTS WOULD HAVE

HEARING YOU SPEAK YOUR MOTHER LANGUAGE

LOSING SOMETHING OF THEIRS WHILE IN THE CAR

DANCING AND ACCIDENTALLY BREAKING THE T.V.

WATCHING A MOVIE WITH THE OTHER MEMBERS WHEN A SEXUAL SCENE COMES ON

WAKING YOU UP IN THE MORNING

~ FINDING SELF HARM SCARS ON YOUR BODY

MOVIE NIGHT WITH JUNGKOOK

WHAT DATING RM WOULD BE LIKE

WHAT DATING JUNGKOOK WOULD BE LIKE

WHAT DATING TAEHYUNG WOULD BE LIKE

WHAT DATING YOONGI WOULD BE LIKE

BEING SCHOOLMATES WITH SUGA

* VISITING NAMJOON AT THE STUDIO

BEING BEST FRIENDS (OT7)

YOU’RE AFRAID OF DOGS

YOU WATCH THEIR EVERY MOVE AT DANCE PRACTICE

YOU HATE WHEN PEOPLE TAKE PICTURES OF YOU

YOU’RE REALLY AFRAID OF BUGS

*SEX WITH JIMIN

*SEX WITH TAEHYUNG

*SEX WITH YOONGI

*SEX WITH NAMJOON

*SEX WITH JUNGKOOK

*SEX WITH JIN

*SEX WITH J-HOPE

*DO YOU WANT ME TO TEACH YOU (JIMIN SMUT)

*WATCH ME BABYGIRL [JUNGKOOK SERIES - COMPLETE] [1] [2] [3] [4] [vmin filler] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19] [20]

WHEN I HAD YOU [JIMIN ANGST/FLUFF]

BAKING WITH JUNGKOOK

*THEIR S/O GIVING THEM A SHOW

*THIGH RIDING YOONGI

*WOULDN’T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY [NAMJOON SUGAR DADDY SMUT]

THEIR CRUSH/BEST FRIEND IS AFFECTIONATE WHEN SICK

~THEIR TEENAGE CHILD GETS IN THEIR FIRST CAR ACCIDENT

~THEY HAVE A DREAM WHERE YOU DIE

*I HATE YOU. I LOVE YOU? [JIMIN ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS SMUT]

*PHONE SEX WITH NAMJOON

THEIR S/O IS CATCALLED

BRINGING THEIR AMERICAN S/O TO MEET THEIR PARENTS

DATING NAMJOON BUT BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH BTS

THEIR S/O TAKES THEM TO A HAUNTED HOUSE

BEING FRIENDS WITH JUNGKOOK AND YUGYEOM

DANCING QUEEN [HOSEOK FLUFF]

*REACTION TO YOU SAYING “TAKE ME”

BTS THINKING THEIR S/O IS CHEATING

THEIR S/O IS A PICKY EATER

*BTS REACTION TO YOU GIVING THEM A SHOW

*YOONGI FWB

BTS REACTION TO YOU SITTING ON THEIR LAP…

~IF YOU’D LET ME [JIMIN ANGST]

YOU CUDDLING THEM IN YOUR SLEEP AND SAYING “I LOVE YOU”

*YOU’RE ON

THEIR S/O GETS A LIP PIERCING

DATING YOONGI BUT BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH BTS

*YOU “FLEXING YOUR MUSCLES”

IF SOMEBODY HAD TOLD YOU… [JUNGKOOK FLUFF]

*I WAS KIND OF HOPING THIS COULD BE YOUR PRESENT [JUNGKOOK SMUT]

BTS REACTION TO THEIR GF BRINGING THEM LUNCH

THEIR GF IS SIMILAR TO HOBI AND HAPPENS TO BE CLOSE TO HOBI

*FACE DOWN [YOONGI SMUT]

THEIR CRUSH IS DOTING/MOTHERLY

*YOU MOAN THEIR NAME DURING SEX

*YOU WANT SEX WHILE THEY’RE WORKING

*PHONE SEX WITH YOONGI

*REVERSING ROLES [YOONGI SMUT]

JEALOUS!YOONGI

BTS REACTION TO YOU HIDING YOUR SMILE WHEN YOU LAUGH

EYE ON THE TARGET (JUNGKOOK) [1] [2]

SEOKJIN AS YOUR SUGAR DADDY

BTS REACTION TO THEIR S/O CUPPING THEIR FACE AND KISSING THEM

~BTS REACTION TO THEIR FRIEND NOT BEING COMFORTABLE WITH THEIR BODY SIZE

TEXTING

[JIN] [JIMIN] [TAEHYUNG] [SUGA] [J HOPE] [RAP MONSTER] [JUNGKOOK] BESTFRIEND!JUNGKOOK HIGHSCHOOL!BTS FUCKBOY!YOONGI

SNAPS

[TAEHYUNG]

A-Z NSFW

[JUNGKOOK] [YOONGI]

+ ATEEZ

CONDITIONALLY YOURS (Seonghwa) [1]

ATEEZ REACTION TO ANOTHER MEMBER WALKING IN ON THE TWO OF YOU MAKING OUT [1] [2]

ATEEZ REACTION TO BEING JEALOUS OF ANOTHER MEMBER GETTING CLOSE TO THEIR S/O

+ INFINITE

YOU TALK ABOUT SEX

+ BOYFRIEND

THEY ALL LOVE THE SAME GIRL

ACCEPTING AN AWARD YOU

YOU THREATENING TO FIGHT THE CEO IF THEY DON’T GET A COMEBACK

VALENTINES DAY WITH KWANGMIN

*SEX WITH DONGHYUN

+ MISS A

GOING INTO TOWN WITH YOU

+ MONSTA X

THEY ACCIDENTALLY HUG YOUR SISTER INSTEAD OF YOU

*SEX WITH MINHYUK

SINGING A BALLAD WITH THEIR CRUSH

MARRIED LIFE WITH SHOWNU

REACTION TO THEIR GF AND ANOTHER MEMBER…

BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH MONSTA X

THEIR GF IS OLDER THAN THEM

ANNOYING THEIR MEMBERS BY SHOWING PDA WITH THEIR S/O

THEIR GF GIVES THEM A MASSAGE FOR THE FIRST TIME

*RETURN THE FAVOR [KIHYUN SMUT]

DATING IN SECRET WHEN HE ACCIDENTALLY KISSES YOU IN FRONT OF CAMERAS

*YOU SAY THEY HAVE A SMALL DICK DURING A FIGHT

WHAT DATING IM WOULD BE LIKE

TELLING HIM YOU’RE A VIRGIN BEFORE THE TWO OF YOU HAVE SEX

*HE WOULD HAVE BEEN FINE IF YOU HADN’T... [KIHYUN SMUT]

YOU HUG THEM FROM BEHIND AND ACCIDENTALLY GRAB THEIR CROTCH

MARRIED LIFE WITH JOOHEON

*SEX WITH IM

MARRIED LIFE WITH IM

*SEX WITH HYUNGWON

*SEX WITH KIHYUN

*SEX WITH JOOHEON

*SEX WITH SHOWNU

*SEX WITH WONHO

MONSTA X REACTION TO THEIR S/O HAVING AN ASTHMA ATTACK

*THIGH RIDING MONSTA X

+ GOT7

*SEX WITH JACKSON

*SEX WITH JUNIOR

*SEX WITH MARK

*SEX WITH JAEBUM

YOU WEAR THEIR SWEATER, YELL “KISS ME”, THEN RUN AWAY

*SEX WITH YUGYEOM

LIVING WITH BESTFRIEND!JACKSON

THEIR GF HAS SWEATER PAWS

GOT7 AS FATHERS

BEING FRIENDS WITH JUNGKOOK AND YUGYEOM

*THEIR GF KNOWS HOW TO DEEPTHROAT

YUGYEOM DATING AN OLDER WOMAN

YOU’RE DATING MARK AND THE OTHER MEMBERS ARE JEALOUS

*SINCERELY, YOUR NEW FWB [YUGYEOM SMUT]

*REACTION TO THEIR GF WANTING TO BE SPANKED

JACKSON HAVING A CRUSH ON YOU

*I DIDN’T HAVE TIME FOR “CLASSY” [JAEBUM SMUT]

*SEX WITH YOUNGJAE

YOU’RE SICK BUT DON’T WANT TO WORRY THEM SO YOU KEEP IT A SECRET

DATING JAEBUM AND BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH GOT7

BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH GOT7

TELLING HIM YOU’RE A VIRGIN BEFORE THE TWO OF YOU HAVE SEX

*SEX WITH BAMBAM

TEXTS

BESTFRIEND!JACKSON

SNAPS

[JINYOUNG]

+ C-CLOWN (DISBANDED)

*SEX WITH ROME

DATING CHRISTIAN YU [ROME]

+RED VELVET

YOU CALL THEM YOUR BEST FRIEND

*AN OVERWHELMING FEELING [IRENE SMUT]

+ INFINITE

*SEX WITH MYUNGSOO

TELLING HIM YOU’RE A VIRGIN BEFORE THE TWO OF YOU HAVE SEX

+ IKON

*SEX WITH HANBIN

*SEX WITH DONGHYUK

“I DIDN’T LOVE YOU” [DONGHYUK FLUFF]

*SEX WITH JUNHOE

*SEX WITH BOBBY

+ NCT

SOULMATE!MARK

WHAT DATING LUCAS WOULD BE LIKE

STUDY DATE WITH JUNGWOO

NCT 127 + JENO REACTION TO THEIR S/O BEING 160CM

EXCUSES, EXCUSES [HAECHAN FLUFF]

NCT DREAM REACTION TO THEIR GF BEING 165-170CM TALL

~NCT DREAM REACTION TO THEIR GF BECOMING DEPRESSED BECAUSE HER PARENTS ARE GOING THROUGH A DIVORCE

TEN TRYING TO GET YOUR ATTENTION

WHAT DATING MARK WOULD BE LIKE

DATING TAEYONG

DATING JOHNNY (NCT)

FAKE TEXTS

BESTFRIEND -> BOYFRIEND MARK

WISHING MARK A HAPPY BIRTHDAY

[DONGHYUCK]

TWO WRONGS MAKE… A COUPLE? [Prince!Renjun] [1] [2]

+ F(X)

THEIR S/O HAS FIBROMYALGIA

*SEX WITH AMBER

+ BLACKPINK

BARISTA!ROSÉ

WHAT DATING LISA WOULD BE LIKE

YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON ROSÉ

+ BLOCK B

*SEX WITH PARK KYUNG

+ DAY6

*TENDER LOVE AND AFTERCARE [BRIAN/YOUNG K SMUT]

DATING DOWOON

+ PENTAGON

WHAT DATING WOOSEOK WOULD BE LIKE

+ SHINee [NO LONGER WRITING FOR]

BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH MINHO

LIVING WITH BESTFRIEND!KIBUM

SECRETLY DATING WHEN THEY ACCIDENTALLY KISS YOU IN FRONT OF CAMERAS

SINGING A ROMANTIC BALLAD WITH THEIR CRUSH

THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON THE SAME IDOL

BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH SHINee

THEIR REACTION TO YOU CRYING

BEING SCHOOLMATES WITH TAEMIN

GROWING UP WITH TAEMIN

YOUR CHILD CALLS HIM DAD

+ TWICE

*WHAT DATING JIHYO WOULD BE LIKE

FIRST KISSES WITH TWICE

STUCK IN TRAFFIC WITH TWICE

*SEX WITH MINA (TWICE)

+ GIRLS GENERATION [SNSD]

DATING TIFFANY

THEY FIND A GUY NAKED BY ACCIDENT

THEY FIND TAENY KISSING ROMANTICALLY

SOMEONE FLIRTS WITH THEIR SECRET GIRLFRIEND

THEIR BEST FRIEND IS HEARTBROKEN OVER A BOY

+ MAMAMOO

THEY ARE JEALOUS

AND THEN… [MOONBYUL SMUT] [2]

+ SEVENTEEN

YOU’RE A TRAINEE UNDER PLEDIS

SUCK IT UP [JUN ANGST/FLUFF]

“IT’S TIME” [CHAN FLUFF]

*SEX WITH MINGYU

+ VIXX

THEIR GF HAS WAVY/CURLY HAIR

TELLING THEM YOU’RE A VIRGIN BEFORE THE TWO OF YOU HAVE SEX

+ ASTRO

REACTION TO YOU SQUISHING THEIR CHEEKS

SNAPS

SANHA X CUTE

+ 2NE1

YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON CL

+ SISTAR

BEING YOUR BEST FRIEND IN SCHOOL

+ X1

GOING THROUGH A HAUNTED HOUSE WITH BF!HANGYUL

T.V. SERIES:

TWD

TELLING CARL YOU LOVE HIM

TEEN WOLF

SCOTT MCCALL

UNDERCOVER IDIOTS [PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3]

DEREK HALE

INDISCREET JEALOUSY

COME ON CINDERELLA

*SOLID ALIBI

I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS

DON’T DRINK THE ORANGE JUICE

THE MURDER OF THE BETRAYER [PART 1] [PART 2]

ISAAC LAHEY

I HAPPEN TO LOVE THAT ABOUT YOU

I’LL TAKE THAT CHANCE

STILES STILINSKI

VALENTINE’S DAY

PRANK WAR

TVD

DAMAN SALVATORE

VICTORIAN ERA ROMANCE

~FINDING OUT ABOUT YOUR ANOREXIA

SUPERNATURAL

DEAN

HUNTING HAS ITS PERKS

PROPOSING TO YOU

BLUSH

BANDS:

5SOS

BLURBS:

ASHTON IRWIN

FRATBOY! ASHTON

CALUM HOOD

ROUND TWO

MICHAEL CLIFFORD

LATE NIGHT

BIRTHDAY AU MEME (AKA MY VERY FIRST IMAGINE EVER ON THIS BLOG)

LUKE HEMMINGS

WHAT DATING LUKE WOULD BE LIKE

IMAGINES:

CALUM HOOD

*SAVING WATER

4/4

HE FINDS OUT YOU’RE REALLY TICKLISH

HARRY STYLES

I’LL BE THOR

MOVIES:

THE OUTSIDERS

SODAPOP

~SODAPOP FINDING OUT ABOUT YOUR DEPRESSION

THE AVENGERS

THOR

BEING ABLE TO LIFT THOR’S HAMMER

YOUTUBE

BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH DAN AND PHIL

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chunhua-s · 4 years ago

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Ushijima With A Jamaican S/O!

okay so the first time he heard you speaking patois his brain just.... shut down

what the fuck are you saying? it sounds like english but see because he can only listen to about three english sentences before his mind breaks, he loses track of what you say past the first sentence

it happens everytime a family member calls you — you just.... switch to talking patois, and your poor boyfriend is standing in the doorway of the living room while you’re walking around the kitchen and speaking in all these sounds that make absolutely zero sense to him

it makes it worse that you’re one of the faster talkers (even your family members and friends tell you to slow down because they literally cannot understand a word you’re saying) so whenever he hears you get really excited it just sounds like you’re speaking in cursive

you have these moments where you’ll speak to him, and then if you’re extremely frustrated or passionate with what you’re saying, you’ll just switch to patois without even realizing it. it’s only when you see steam coming out of his ears after you said “no but yuh nah understand weh mah seh to yuh” that you realize what you’re doing and laugh while hugging him in apology

he asks you to teach him 🥺

that’s how he learns that the word bomboclaat isn’t just some weird twitter term but instead a curse word

he starts off fairly well considering patois is kinda broken english, so he can pick up on small things without much help

he understands better than he speaks, but he tries to put in the effort because he’s so interested by it (and by you overall. he loves everything about you. he’ll literally be fine if you say anything to him in patois and he doesn’t even have to understand, he just wants to hear you talk)

he’ll have times when he’ll lie his head on your chest, takes your hand and places it on top of his hair so you can pat him gently, and asks you to talk (that’s a thing between you two actually! just lying on each other’s chests and listen to what they have to say)

he LOVES reggae ( he prefers it over dancehall tbh)

you put on a playlist once during one of your ‘spring cleanings’ (he doesn’t understand why you call it that when you’re doing it in october)

most of the songs are what you heard your uncle play in the yard when you were younger; welcome to jamrock, rocksteady, red red wine and a handful of others

his personal favourite is smile jamaica by chronixx 🥺 it makes him think of you and your pretty ass smile whenever he hears it

when you confess to him that you never really listened to reggae or dancehall much when you were growing up (aside from what you would hear in coaster busses and taxis) he holds your hand and tells you that you both can listen to them together

you love him so much you could cry

you did. you cried because how could one man be so pure and sweet and absolutely wonderful?

his least favourite food is calaloo :( he thinks it tastes too bitter even if he eats it with fried dumplings

he just... you saw the way his eyebrows furrowed in confusion but he continued eating it anyways

when you ask, he looks you dead in the eye and tells you “it’s bitter.”

he still ate it though because you made it

you promise your aunt and mother know how to make it better, but honestly you kinda ruined calaloo for him (he might eat it if you add saltfish though)

but if you give him stew fish and ocra? he eats all of it

i dunno he just seems like that kind of guy

he also loves jamaican curry! your family made it for him when he visited for the first time with white rice

speaking of your family, they love him. all of them were so nice to him when they first met. your uncles shook his hand with the biggest smiles and your aunts all gave him those big hugs with the lil motions where they rock side to side with the hug. each and every one of them welcomed him like they’d know him all his life. he told you later that he was really happy when they all welcomed him like that

your uncles and cousins call him “boss man” and “general.” listen when jamaicans give you a nickname it’s gonna stick. forget your real name, that designated nickname is all they’re gonna call you by.

so anytime you guys visit, he’s the first one they call to, “weh yah deal wid boss man?!” or they dap him up once they get comfortable enough with a “why pree”

the first time he heard them say it he turned to you for explanation, which you told him it’s basically like “how’s it going?”

so you and your family teach him to respond with “mi deh yah” which is like “i’m good.” the first time he says it he actually sounded pretty good! (due in part to hearing you repeat it to whoever you were on the phone with whenever you wanted to hang up.... y’all know what im talking about right? that “yeh man mi deh ere a gwan meds ennuh” when you wanna get off the phone

it was either that or “yuh good though?” those were basically his lil indicators to know when you’re done talking

your uncles tried to get him into playing dominos with them 💀 see i imagine him being absolutely confused the first couple of rounds until he finally catches on, and then he gets into it. you’re just watching him and all your aggressive uncles slam the dominos on the ludi board they use as a makeshift table.

when they offered him a cup of rum he politely declined, but he did get himself a lil bottle of dragon stout to hold on to

when you guys are leaving, he hits them with a “likkle more” (something else you guys taught him to say and you get so excited at how good he sounds!)

in summary, he loves your family and your family loves him 🥰 they always tell you to bring him whenever you plan to visit and when they call they ask about him before asking about you

he basically became their son. you? you’re the stepchild that they forget about whenever he’s around 💀

you’re not complaining, you’re happy they love him so much

and you love him too

this was an incredibly self indulgent hc post and I don’t even know if there are other jamaican hq stans up here but im posting it anyway because 😌 ushijima wakatoshi

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x black!reader #haikyuu x black reader #haikyuu!! x black reader #haikyuu x jamaican reader #haikyuu!! x jamaican reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima x black reader #ushijima x jamaican reader #ushijima wakatoshi x jamaican reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima headcanons #ushijima imagines #haikyuu scenarios

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livingmybestfictionallife · 4 years ago

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As If Nothing Happened

Summary: Colson and the reader have been in each others’ lives since before middle school, secretly dated for two years, and suddenly vanished from one another. Years later, they accidentally reconnect and the pair share what has been on their minds since their falling out.

The smell of liquor mixed with cheap cigarettes filled the air as (Y/N) watched the digital ball spiral around the board before her once more. All around were people--moving, talking, leaning against walls, pacing hurriedly past her, sitting too close, slurring their words, laughing with friends...living. Of the years (Y/N) had been coming to Las Vegas as a sort of annual tradition, she never came to gamble; she came to see the people, because even it's for the smallest of moments, on October 23rd, she needed to be distracted from her own life.

For nine years on October 22nd and 23rd, (Y/N) would make the trip to Vegas on her own, sit in casinos alone, play roulette, and think about the countless possible outcomes her life could have taken if only she could have changed something that happened ten years ago. So far, this year was much like every other: people continued living around her while a part of herself died over and over each year she came to this forsaken city of sin.

Absentmindedly, she placed a small bet on red-even, and sighed as she watched the digital ball spin around yet again. How many times? she thought to herself as her eyes trailed the ball. How many times will I come here? How many times can I stand to watch this ball go round and round throughout the years? The agony over her regret wasn't something she felt she could ever let go of despite how desperately she knew she needed to. Just as the ball earned her an extra two dollars of wealth, (Y/N) noticed a woman wearing next to nothing walk up to her and place a drink beside her arm without making eye contact. The icy green liquid surrounded a bright red maraschino cherry, and she wondered why her favorite drink was sitting before her. If she ever decided to drink on one of her Vegas trips, it was normally a sad drink like wine. It's not uncommon for people to turn their sorrows into vices, but she didn't want to ever be the woman crying over a vodka cranberry or a piña colada. If she let a tear slide over a Riesling, blush, or merlot, that was a different story. In this case, she didn't want to ruin the pleasant memories she had while drinking apple martinis with the sorrow she had in her heart that seemed to grow exponentially on these two days of the years.

"Excuse me," she called out just before the woman was too far away to regain her attention. "I didn't order this," (Y/N) explained once her eyes met those of the waitress.

"From the man at the bar," was the only response (Y/N) received before the woman sauntered away to attend to another patron. That sums it up, she thought to herself, as if there's not about fifty men at the bar. It wasn't that (Y/N) was interested in seeing who had bought her a drink, or even taking in the appearances of the men gathered at the bar not far behind her, rather the curiosity as to how someone happened to pick that drink to send her. After exhaling a sharp breath, she allowed her head to swivel on her neck and she swiftly took one glance towards the bar. Unfortunately for her, that quick glance was all too much, since a pair of crystal blue eyes stared at her from beneath the scraggly bleach blonde hair that overlapped them. Even across the room his eyes were piercing, and she could feel her stomach convulse into angry knots.

Him? What is he doing here? After all these years, why now?

(Y/N) tried not to watch as the man slowly rose from the bar stool he'd been reclining in, and made his way towards her. She came here to be alone, that was always the plan, that's how it had always been, and now, after damn near ten years, he's here. As he closed the gap between himself and the woman he'd spotted, as if by fate, from across the room, he gazed hesitantly down over her. Nearly a decade had passed since he'd last seen her--at least in person--and she was still as beautiful as the last time he'd laid eyes on her.

"Can we talk?" his voice was soft and low as he tried not to draw the attention of passersby. (Y/N) bit her lip as her heart turned to lead and plummeted to her knees at how soothing she still found that voice to be. Feeling as if she had no other option but to agree, (Y/N) nodded, but she did all she could to keep her eyes from meeting those of the man she knew as Colson, but the world know as Machine Gun Kelly.

After she'd cashed out of the roulette game, she hopelessly followed him as he tried to find a private place in the middle of a casino in Las Vegas. She knew it was damn near impossible, but Colson had always been...well, Colson. If he was determined enough to do something, damn it he was going to. Today however, he decided not to be stubborn, and since he quickly noticed (Y/N) becoming impatient, he led her to a fountain outside of the casino and sat down on the edge without a word. (Y/N) placed herself beside him and stared at their shadows on the ground before them.

There had been so many times in her life that she'd stared at her and Colson's shadows as they stretched across the pavement because she'd been unable to look him in the eyes: in middle school just after he'd gotten into a fight to defend her about some stupid, inaccurate rumor and she felt ashamed, the summer before she started high school after moving to Cleveland when she learned Colson had also moved to Cleveland and was relieved to have a friend, in high school after him and his girlfriend were arguing over something stupid and (Y/N) had to hold her tongue about the feelings she had for him creeping into her chest, and the day she told him she was pregnant.

Long moments of silence passed without anything more than each of them occasionally raising their drinks to their lips and scanning the crowd around them. Neither of the pair could stand to look the other in the eye. It was too painful for either of them to see the other without thinking of the countless possibilities and outcomes that had plagued each of their minds for the past nine years.

"So, how have you been?" he asked in a voice so small compared to how big he had become.

"Fine," (Y/N) responded in just as soft of a tone as Colson's. "You seemed to have accomplished everything you used to dream about," she said as a way to try and break through the tension that surrounded them.

"Yeah," Colson sighed as he gave in and allowed himself to sneak a glimpse of her profile, "almost everything." Another long silence passed where the pair that had once been inseparable struggled to exist around each another. He would stare at his drink and she would look to the shadows, each subconsciously drawing themselves to their individual flavors darkness that swallowed them the moment they left the other's life; yet they each held their breath in hips that the other would speak again.

A steady stream of air escaped Colson's lips as he tried to bring about the courage to say the word's he'd been dying to relay to (Y/N) had he ever been blessed with the chance to meet her again. Unfortunately, she found courage before he did.

"What are you doing here, Col?" The words she felt as if she'd been choking on for the past ten minutes had finally escaped her mouth. She could tell her voice was hurt, and she didn't intend on hiding any of that pain. In fact, hearing the weakness in her tone sent a lump into Colson's throat, and he quickly brought his eyes to look at her. She'd always been strong; it was something he loved about her, but after the past nine years of thinking, he'd realized it was something he'd taken advantage of. Just because she was strong didn't mean she couldn't be vulnerable, but it was in her moments of vulnerability that Colson could feel his heart break. As his eyes fell over (Y/N), he couldn't help but ache. She sat beside him, slumped over, her back completely curved with no posture to her other than the obvious desire to crumble into a fetal position.

"I- uh, I was going to come next year, but I know I'm not going to be in the States then, so I came on the nine year anniversary instead of the tenth." Softly, his fingertips found her arm and he gently traced his fingers along her skin. (Y/N) swallowed her pain with a gulp of her martini and pulled back her tears.

"I didn't realize you were that sentimental." The words nearly fell from her lips in a hiss hat it not been for them getting caught in her throat.

"(Y/N), I-"

"I have been here every year, Colson," she sighed heavily as she turned her head and body to face him completely. "Where were you? LA? New York? Half-way across the world? You know, there was a time that you made it seem like you wanted me to be there, and then the second things changed, you were gone!" The tears she'd desperately tried to keep from spilling began to fall slowly from her eyes and crated agonizing streaks of sorrow for him to look at.

"I wanted it more than anything else!" Colson's restraint snapped as he took (Y/N)'s face in his hands and wiped away her tears with his thumbs. "I wanted that child, (Y/N). I wanted to have you and our baby--I wanted our family! When we lost him, I just, I didn't know what to do or how to react. I felt you pushing me further and further away every day and I didn't know what to do."

"So you drove to LA and became someone else?" (Y/N) asked with an emptiness in her voice that he hadn't heard since she repeatedly told him "I'm fine," every time he asked about her mental state after losing their son.

"I asked you to come with me! I told you we could start over, we could try again if that's what we wanted!"

"I was nineteen, Colson."

"So are you saying you wouldn't have wanted to have a child?" (Y/N) could feel Colson's walls rising as he misinterpreted her words as rejection. "You wanted him when it was an accident," he immediately tried to counter, "what would have been different?"

"Nothing!" (Y/N) snapped as she brought herself to look into his eyes for the first time since she saw him at the bar. "Don't you see that I have no idea that anything would have happened differently? I had just, suddenly, became inhospitable for our unborn son. Who was I to think that any other child we could conceive would be different?" Her words were firm and felt louder than they were as they left her body. (Y/N) shook as the fear she'd held onto for nine years escaped her lips. The truth that hung from the strands of sentences she'd blurted out were difficult for Colson to grasp, but he did his damnedest to try to hold onto each syllable that came from her mouth, each momentary glance she would give him, and every detail of her face he could gather. "I just needed you. I need you, Col, not to move or start over or become something we weren't. I just needed you to tell me it wasn't my fault, that I didn't fuck everything up, that it wasn't because of me that our son was dead, that I wasn't the reason we left one another's lives, but you were gone."

Colson tried to stretch his fingers down (Y/N)'s arm and take her hand in his, but he could feel her muscles tense beneath her skin, so he stopped and lightly laid his hand on her forearm. "(Y/N), I never wanted to make you feel like-"

"Look, it's been almost ten years since we've seen each other. You don't have to do or say anything because you saw me here today. Honestly, sometime I think that after everything we shared together--the loneliness, our friendship, our relationship, all of it--it doesn't matter, because in the end...the way it ended...it was as if nothing happened."

"(Y/N), please don't say that." Colson's voice was weak--hardly a whisper drifting through the small space that separated them--and he knew her eyes wouldn't meet his again. He wanted to stand up and wrap his arms around her, to pull her into his chest and keep her from walking away, but he didn't know what he could say, or if there was anything he could say to keep her with him.

"Thanks for the drink, Colson," (Y/N) sighed as she walked away from the man she once loved--the man she, on some level, will always love--and down the Las Vegas Strip. Colson's eyes helplessly followed as (Y/N) as she slowly disappeared from his sight until she became just another figure hidden among the sea of people before him. The moment he'd lost sight of her gait amongst the crowd, he ducked his head into his hands, and watched his tears begin to soak the pavement below him.

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alolowrites · 4 years ago

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Creeps, Freaks, and Milkshakes

Summary: Google Maps is usually pretty good with their directions. One night, you stumble upon a place where monsters exist beyond the imaginary folktale pages and movie screens. You’re a little scared, but at least the handsome bartender makes some delicious milkshakes.

Author’s Note: I’m back with another story, and this time it is for Kurogiri! Inspiration came from this fabulous artwork by @/imjustanectoplasm. I had so much fun writing this story, and it’s my first one for Kurogiri. Hopefully I did him justice (if not im sorry :( )

Word Count: 1K+

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The entrance bell chimes above your head.

You glance at your phone and then back up; your brows furrow in suspicion. Google Maps says this is your destination, but something is not right. The place doesn’t resemble any of the pictures you saw online. Plus, you can’t find Nemuri anywhere despite her sending a text saying she arrived. You frown when none of your messages go through. Either your phone service sucks, or this place has some shitty signal. Knowing your luck, it’s probably the former.

Soft laughter echoes into the air. Your eyes roam around the milkshake shop and suddenly feel out of place. Everyone is wearing their…costumes? Sure it’s October, but Halloween is still two weeks away. Yet, here you are completely underdressed while some customers sport some impressive outfits.

A man is dressed as a vampire; his fangs are dangerously sharp, and his black cape flutters elegantly behind him. He sips on a drink that looks almost like fresh blood. Two seats down are a pair of ugly goblins with long, pointed ears and mischievous demon eyes. They slobber down their ooey-gooey vomit milkshakes, banging loudly on the table.

Sitting at the far-left corner booth is a group of clowns. They are not like the friendly clowns you see at the circus. Their creepy smiles and long, razor-like fingernails could make any adult scream in terror. You jump when a clown snaps his terrifying gaze on you. The sinister smile grows as though he found his next victim.

Oh, hell no!

You stumble backward until you lose balance. A gentle hand grabs your arm before you could fall on the black-and-white checkered floor.

“Are you alright, miss?”

“Yeah, I’m fine! Thanks for—” your eyes bulge out in shock when you glance at your hero “—helping me…”

“Please, take a seat here,” he guides you to the retro diner barstool. His deep voice is oddly comforting despite not seeing a mouth. Does he even have one? Better yet, does he have a face? Only his tuscan sun eyes—shaped like slits—are visible; they are warm and kind, unlike the frightening clown whose eyes will forever haunt you in your nightmares. Guess you won't sleep tonight.

“Would you like a drink?”

“Huh?”

“A milkshake? Here,” he slips a menu your way. You skim through the options and arch an eyebrow. Caramel Camel Spider, Sugar Eyed Toad, The Bloody Hemorrhage—the names get weirder as you read on, and the descriptions are equally disgusting. “See anything you like?”

“These drinks are…something,” you gasp out an awkward laugh, averting your gaze from his purple mist face. You peek at his name tag that reads Kurogiri. The name suits him very well. “Do you happen to have a vanilla milkshake?”

“Of course,” he nods and starts making your order. As he walks away, you whip out your phone to contact Nemuri. None of your messages go through. However, a small detail catches your eye—the time hasn’t changed; it’s frozen at 9:47pm. You try not to panic when Kurogiri comes back with your drink. “Here you go, miss.”

“Thank you.”

“So,” Kurogiri wipes down some empty glass cups. You take small sips as if testing the waters (or tasting for poison). He chuckles when you hum in delight. “I take it you’re not from here.”

You smile shyly, “No, I’m not.”

“Well, it’s always nice to see humans visit my shop every now and then.”

You blink when his words sink in. “What gave it away?”

“Your milkshake order,” he leans forward and sends a cheeky wink, making your heart flutter. “Everyone else here prefers the more grotesque drinks. However, I do serve regular milkshakes just in case humans stop by. The supernatural barrier becomes weak in October, which might explain why you’re here.”

Kurogiri waves goodbye to a fellow customer while fixing a dessert plate. Everything starts making sense in this bizarre yet lively diner. You accidentally stumbled into a world where freakish monsters exist beyond the imaginary folktale pages and movie screens—no wonder you feel like a fish out of water.

“And here I thought Halloween started early,” you humor him, sharing a laugh together. This isn’t so bad, you think as your posture finally relaxes. An upbeat song plays from the jukebox and fills the air with good vibes. It doesn’t feel as though you’re sitting in a room full of monsters who can kill you at any moment.

You peek over your shoulders. The creepy clown continues to stare at you; he gives a chilling wave. You whip around and grip your vanilla milkshake. Okay, perhaps one monster might kill you.

“Don’t worry about Pogo; he doesn’t mean any harm.”

“Sure doesn’t feel that way.”

“He probably finds you beautiful,” Kurogiri comments, pouring out a slimy green substance into a large cup. Two eyeballs garnish the drink, and one of them blinks. He hands the order to a waiter who floats away. “With a captivating face like yours, I’m not surprised.”

“I guess your milkshakes aren’t the only things that are sweet around here,” you twirl the straw as your cheeks burn at his compliment. Kurogiri is smooth and charming without even trying. It’s a shame he doesn’t exist in your world. You would go out with him in a heartbeat. You’ll just have to make the most of it for now.

Only you remember about Nemuri. She must be so worried.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” you fish for your wallet. Does Kurogiri even take human money? You wouldn’t know since he shakes his head. A gentle hand touches your wrist to stop you, and butterflies swarm inside your stomach. You stare at him with flustered eyes.

“It’s on the house—my treat.”

“Oh, thank you,” Kurogiri pulls his hand away, ever so slowly. You clear your throat despite feeling like a blubbering mess inside. “Are you sure, though? There must be something I could give or do.”

“Perhaps you could join me for a walk?” Kurogiri unties the white apron and straightens his red bowtie. You perk up at the suggestion. “I would hate for you to get lost while finding your way back home.”

“That sounds lovely.”

Delicious milkshakes and excellent customer service?

You definitely plan on coming back very soon.

Thank you for reading!

Spooky Season 2020 Masterlist

#kurogiri x reader #kurogiri #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #league of villains #bnha halloween #spooky-season-2020

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drarrystan22 · 4 years ago

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You guys this one took a life of it’s own, im sorry it came out so long, i didn’t wanna have to make another part.

well, without further ado, here’s the last part of this marvelous little story for the ever so kind @drarrymicrofic, prompt: Harry in winter ( i absolutely LOVED the song prompt by the way). Hope you enjoy it!

here’s part 5 in case you missed it

It was a cold winter day, and a blond graceful creature sat by the piano, playing a slow Christmas carol, his long pale fingers gently hitting the notes, a warm little smile resting on his lips wile he watched Harry struggle to hold a squirming Teddy on his lap. The morning light shone through the window lightning up Draco’s face, and suddenly Harry couldn’t take his eyes off of him. There was no way in hell that man was real, there was no way in hell he was Harry’s. A warm feeling quickly spread on his belly, and even little Teddy seemed to put a hold on his toddler writhing to watch that mesmerizing being.

Harry woke up to a lingering sense of warmth throughout his body. Hermione was calling his name from the other side of the door.

It took him a few good minutes to remember that the memory his brain turned into a dream was only that, a memory. His heart ached with yearning and he pushed the duvet aside, ignoring the feeling.

“Already awake, Mione, i’ll be down in a minute” Harry forced his body out of the bed, grabbing his glasses and clumsily putting it on his face.

The house was already awake and moving on full speed when he managed to step out of Ron’s old room. The hallway smelled of Molly Wasley’s special pumpkin pie, and Harry’s stomach growled loudly. He stepped foot into the kitchen and was lovingly greeted with a tight hug and several kisses from Fleur.

“Oh i’m just so happy you are going to spend Christmas with family this year! It’s been too long Harry.” Molly gently tapped on his cheek, and he smiled fondly at her “It’s torture you know, having all of my children scattered around the world like bloody ducks on a lake” She turns back to the stove and hands Harry a very full plate pf breakfast.

“Thanks, Molly” he mutters and leaves the kitchen.

The backyard is full of redheads, and each one of them greets him with slaps on the back, hugs and quick peaks on the cheek. He settles in the mess, relishing the feeling of family, wile excitedly discussing the new shop Fred and George plan on opening up at Hogsmeade. Ron is beaming, chatting with Percy about his promotion to Head Auror wile holding a sleeping Hugo in his arms. Charlie, Bill, Rose and Ginny are up on the air, chasing each other around in their brooms, racing to the fence and back. Arthur and Hermione are seated on a wood bench, in the middle of the mess, calmly catching up.

The day goes by as a blur, and before Harry knows, he’s sitting by the fireplace in the living room, side by side with Hermione, telling her all about Scorpius Malfoy and his Christmas gift.

He hadn’t been able to keep his mind off Draco all day, and talking about it with her seemed like the best option, as always, but watching his best friend’s face contort into a frown as he progressed with the story was not helping at all.

“Fuck Harry, I really wish you had told me that sooner” she whispered, a hushed despair running on her voice as she. chewed the inside of her cheek. “Because i’ve done something that is bound to end up badly.”

And there was it. The blonde creature was crossing the living room and Harry’s heart skipped a beat.

Of course he knew things were bound to go sideways, but seeing him, actually seeing him, not just a quick glimpse across the platform, that was all kinds of really fucking difficult.

Hermione had invited the Malfoys over for Christmas. Rose and Scorpius had grown attached by the hip and apparently could not spend two full weeks without each other. Since it had been eleven bloody years, she thought there would be no harm done.

The Weasleys were quick to Welcome Draco and Astoria into The Burrow. They loved Draco, always had ever since he saved Fred’s life during the battle, and quite honestly Harry was really pleased to watch them interact. Draco needed a second family, losing Narcissa took a toll on him, and Lucius had never been family to begin with.

Harry’s blood stopped in his veins as Draco approached, the slightest of grins up on his lips, looking as perfectly beautiful as ever and that was exactly the moment The Golden Boy knew he didn’t have the stomach to face this situation. His hands froze at his side’s and a shiver crawled up his spine as he stared down at the floor.

“Hi, Harry, it’s been a while” Draco’s voice tickled his heart, and Harry lifted his gaze to meet cloudy gray ones, filled with pain.

“Yeah, a while.” He agrees, and the sudden urge to touch Draco flooded him. His fingers moved slightly, raising to meet the pale skin, but before anyone could notice just what he was doing, a wonderful little sound of pure blissful joy filled the room, and Scorpius was throwing himself on Harry’s lap.

“Professor! Dad told me you’d be here! We bought you a gift!” Harry hugged back and turned his amused stare to Draco.

His delicate face was contorted into aa vulnerable expression that Harry couldn’t quite place, his eyebrows stitched together on a frown and his lips locked in a thin line, and then just as fast as it came it went away, and Draco put on once again the solid emotionless grin. Harry recalled seeing that quick exact combination of features in Draco’s face only once before, on top of the Astronomy tower, moments away from taking a life. Pain. Pure and striking pain. Realization hits him like a truck as he slowly lets go of Scorpius, realizing just what he was doing.

Brilliant, Harry. Rubbing it in. Showing him just what it could have been. Oh, Merlin i’m such a moron.

Harry desperately wants to kiss the pain away from his mirror eyes, he wants to take his hands and hold his body, to shield him from any possible harm. It almost felt like he was 17 all over again, falling madly in love with his former nemesis, his best friend, and the sensation sparks courage inside his heart, a little seed of untamed bravery that led him back to Ron’s old room, into the pocket of his dirty robes.

As soon as everyone is comfortable and chatting care-freely, Harry slips away into the pile of neatly folded and not-dirty-enough-to-wash clothes by his temporary bed. His hands find the note, and he ads another line to the letter, two more words that could quite possibly change the world.

Draco is sitting across from Ron when he returns, playing chess. They were talking, but Draco wasn’t really paying attention, his eyes were searching without permission for a glimpse of green eyes filled with guilt. He couldn’t help himself, it had always been that way, he had always been looking for Harry, even when he didn’t quite understand what that meant.

“You lost, again” Ron’s voice was content, relishing in victory

“You know very well I was going easy on you, Wesel” To be perfectly honest, Draco was not even trying to beat him, he was to busy watching Harry cross the room on his direction, holding a piece of paper too familiar to be unrelated. He had a purposeful look on his face, and with nothing but a smile he handed Draco the letter before crossing the room to sit by Rose and Scorpius. Ron looked puzzled, eyebrows almost meeting his hair line and Draco, not wanting to cause a scene, put the letter into his back pocket, praying that, whatever it was, it could wait.

Molly strode inside the living room, and announced dinner, guiding her children to the backyard where a huge table had been arranged to accommodate everyone. In groups, they all left the house, but Draco stayed behind, clutching the paper in his fingers and aching to read it.

When he finally got alone, he unfolded the parchment, recognizing instantly his own handwriting. His heat dropped.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

How in bloody hell was Harry in possession of that embarrassing thing was beyond his understanding. It had been careless, of course. Drunken letter-writing was never a good idea, but Draco didn’t remember actually sending it. It had been written back in October, and Draco could not possibly had been dumb enough to actually send it. Absolutely mortified, he devoured every line, realizing that in the bottom of the papal there was a new addition, fresh ink. Two new words. A world of new-old possibilities. Hope.

Do over?

#so damn long i’m sorry #drarrymicrofic #drarry #baby scorpius #im so sad its over #but at the same time i love it with all of my being

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thithesandofferings · 4 years ago

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Osamu and Octobers

This was one of coldest October days yet. As you walk through the door almost shivering, you was greeted by the sight of your bestfriend in the kitchen making food...again. "Samuuuu what are you making?" He simply peered over his shoulder for a second before returning to what he was originally doing. He's always been like this...standoffish, quiet and even a bit rude sometimes but you've lived with him for almost 4 months now so its something you've become accustomed to. It is true that he can be a real asshole sometimes without even realizing but he isnt exactly void of emotions. You recall seeing him lose his cool and even cursing before....it was Atsumu of course. The only one to drag emotions outta him. "Hey y/n if you're done staring into space now, can you pass me the nori in the cupboard please?" ...'bitch' You hung up your bags and coat, reluctantly, and went to fetch the nori for him. "You know-" you started, "-you never told me what you're making" "I know" he said coldly without even looking from the pot of rice in front of him ....'ass' "Dont use profanity in your thoughts at me" he glanced at you sideways "...how did you.." "Your facial expressions are to vivid, anyone can guess what you might be thinking" "......shut up!" You playfully punch him in the side and turn to leave before he grabs your hand pulling you back "Stay here with me" his eyes finally met with yours causing your face to turn several shades of red, if not for your complexion he would have surely seen up close. "This is called Onigiri..one of my favorite foods" "I know you love these, you remind me to stock up on some everytime i go to the grocery store, but isnt some still here? Why are you making more?" He went silent then, soley focusing on the rice in front of him. You watched as he scooped some rice into an egg dish and set it aside. "So whats that for?" You ask "Its a japanese tradition to serve the fresh rice at the top to our ancestors...never really understood it myself but i do it regardless" and like that hes back to focusing. You watch how he dips his hands in some water and then salt before he begins again. "This is a vinegar and water mixture to help with the molding and the salt is here to season the outside of the onigiri further" You continued watching as his skillful hands began working the rice. His hands were truly beautiful to see. The delicacy of the way he moved them to the way his veins popped out ever so slightly when he began molding it. He glanced at you and then smirked. "....what?" You asked hoping he didnt know what you were thinking this time "Nothing nothing" he went back to molding and smiled. When did it become so hot you wondered...cause you were almost sweating!! He held the finish onigiri to your face. "See? Done" he said happily He seems to be smiling alot now, he always smiles when hes cooking. You smile at that thought. "You love cooking." You said still smiling at him He nodded "I love cooking...i really do. I also love volleyball but.." "...but?? Whats wrong?" "I dont see myself playing volleyball forever. Can i tell you something?" "Sure you can" "I wanna open my own onigiri shop" he smiled fondly whiles looking at the rice molded in his hands "Well i would definetly support! As long as theres vegan options as well" you laugh slightly. He then looks up at you, a puzzled look across his face. "Hmm" he holds it out to you, "taste it" You slowly open your mouth to taste the rice ball, regardless of how embarrassed you seemed to be. "Mmm its good...really good" "I know" he stated before taking a bite himself. He received another sideways glare from you. Damn cocky bastard. "Well i learnt a few things from you today" "Like what" he said still munching on the rice ball "You really like cooking" you said about to walk off again to change "I like cooking...i like onigiri and i also like you" he said passing you in the doorway "......" "Hurry up get changed so you can help me make the rest of these onigiri, atsumu will be here soon and you know his appetite"

".....i...ok"

".no more daydreaming about my hands either"

".........im moving out"

-Krissy

#osamu scenarios #osamu x you #osamu x reader #osamu miya #haikyuu!!

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reversecreek · 4 years ago

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clicks onto the dash wearing kitten heels n coyly holding my bang....... hi. me again. it took me so long to select a gif to use on cricket’s intro n i settled on this one bc he looks so unsure abt his smile n it’s rly his essence <3 u can find his pinterest board here n his (work in progress) spotify playlist here. hmu to plot!!!

* alex wolff, cis male + he/him | you know cricket donahue, right? they’re twenty-two, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, all of their life, on and off? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to should have known better by sufjan stevens like, a million times this year, which slipping on wet leaves to photograph a tree struck alight by lightning, delivering a tedtalk to your own reflection to hype yourself up to buy groceries, hiding your hands inside of your sleeves in case you grew an impromptu megan fox thumb overnight thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is october 1st, so they’re a libra, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt, she/her )

HISTORY:

cricket ws born to a couple tht lived in lilac ridge. their trailer was tucked closest to the woods n always fell under the shade. it was like the leaves wanted to pretend they were a perpetual hanging cloud on the family n that was kind of fitting. their only reason fr having him in the first place was a kind of shrugged like........... we’re under the income bracket we’d get child benefits so why not! may as well try it to rake in some extra cash! needless to say they didn’t rly think it thru or anticipate all of the responsibilities tht came w children n wound up seeing him as an extremely large burden n boy didn’t he know it!

(child neglect & abuse tw) i’ll try to keep this part vague n brief but things were Not Good for cricket growing up. people in lilac ridge didn’t like his parents n it was for a gd reason. he remembers foggy things. being little n wandering around combing the grass with a stick to search for wrappers to suck on bc he was hungry. feeling uneasy when the front door opened. finding out his name was cricket bc the insects used to crawl into their trailer thru the vents n his parents liked to squish them into the carpet -- his mum told him as much once. i think this says a lot. to excessively trim the fat of the story he wound up entering the system at around 8 after his latest and most serious hospital visit. his parents hd to deal w the authorities n last he heard they bounced to evade charges.

(anxiety & violence & trauma tw) cricket sustained a few lifelong injuries from his time in lilac ridge. his knee didn’t heal right which meant he had (n still has to this day) a limp n he’s partially deaf in one ear. he’s always been an incredibly insecure n anxious person so this mde him rly self conscious going into a strange n new environment tht wld b difficult fr any kid to adjust to, nvm w these added worries. he jst felt like something weird to ogle at honestly. he probably wld have felt like that no matter where he was or what he looked like. he cld be in a huge hall of 200 people all wearing the same uniform n he’d still feel like the odd one out. needless to say this didn’t rly help him make friends

cricket’s coping mechanisms were romanticising the things tht other people found ugly or embarrassing or painfully ordinary. he liked it when the rain hit clunky drops against school windows n forbid everyone from playing outside bc he could feel the vibrations through the rubber soles of his shoes n it was a little bit like hearing all of the world at once fr just a moment. he liked medieval fantasy lore about stout gnomes w crumbs in their beards n cheeks red from ale. he liked fallen nests with the remnants of hatched eggs still dirty from the branches n soil they’d hit on the way down. he liked the way the sunlight leaked thru the leaves of the trees in the woods and how, when he sat very still, he could tune into the ringing that was always in his ear n pretend it was coming from the same place, that light thru the leaves, that the angels were trying to talk to him.

he spent a lot of time in the red room at his high skl (i’m begging u this is not a 50 shades reference) (after googling i jst realised it’s called a darkroom bt i’m leaving this fr the sake of sexy bimbo authenticity) n felt quite at home in there. he borrowed a camera whenever he cld (maybe he did yearbook) n photography became his way of immortalising the world as the romanticised version he wanted it to be. his memories were bad bt his photos were beautiful. maybe if he took enough they’d paste over n bleed into each other. maybe bad cld be replaced w beautiful if he tried his very best.

he got placed into fostering w a family once bt apparently didn’t meet the vibe check of their tastes so he wound up returning to the group home he’d initially been placed in. overall this is where he grew up n he aged out the system rather than getting adopted. there was a sense of floundering/isolation/not feeling gd enough in tht bt cricket made do the best he knew how.

that said there were some gd points! (shocking i kno bc his life hs been so fking bleak so far bt please it’s ok........) (is it?) (🤔). basically he interned as an assistant at this local photography studio during high skl working under this kind of whimsical yet endearing old man. suspected wizard possibly in cricket’s eyes, as an avid fantasy genre reader. for one of his bdays said old man / his boss bought him his very own film camera n cricket cried bc he’d never been bought a bday gift. this ws rly embarrassing bc this old man didn’t know how to emote n neither did cricket so he ws jst sort of sat wiping his eyes n sniffling saying he wasn’t crying as the old man pretended to suddenly clean his lenses. when cricket graduated he offered him a full time position there. they do like. wedding photographs n family portraits n all kinds of things...... pay isn’t huge bt it’s something n he Loves taking photos so it’s sexy <3

PERSONALITY:

SUCH an anxious person it’s actually unreal. overthinks absolutely everything he’s ever said. one morning he might hv put green socks on n for the rest of the day he’s nervously looking around like omggggggg they’re all looking at my socks probably thinking im a little green sock boy thinking i’m a fool n a jester this is all everyone’s probably thinking about i hv to hide my green socks..... even tho literally no-one cares

once saw a girl eating a chicken wing n in his head was like ok she likes chicken good future gift idea..... n turned up at her house with an entire rotisserie chicken

probably thinks WAY too hard abt what to write in bday cards n googles like generic ideas that he can use.... u open a card from cricket n it always says smthn weird like “Warmest wishes and love on your birthday and always!” or “You deserve everything happy. Wishing you that all year long!” tht he got off google

nervously fiddles w things a lot. literally anything. his hair. the cuffs of his sleeves. a thread on his bag. u name it

struggles w eye contact sometimes............ it’s like. he wants to talk to ppl n make friends bt he’s honestly so bad at it. he’s fumbling thru life like a nervous headless chicken

ALWAYS has his camera on him. like always. will tke a photo of u bc he thinks u look nice then be like im so sorry im so sorry...... bowing his head shakily holding his camera bc he doesn’t even kno what possessed him he jst thought it’d be a nice photograph bt boundaries exist. probably breathes very heavily over this later in his room panicking thinking he nw seems like hannibal lecter

probably more confident online bc he has time to think abt what he says more.......... i can see him hving a group of online friends tht he’s more confident w. honestly he’s pretty witty at heart he jst has a hard time verbalising things so ppl overlook him sometimes bt once u get to know him more / he’s more comfy he can b a funny little man.....

loves photographs where he cuts something out of them. loves missing spaces n voids. thinks it’s a rly interesting concept when something that isn’t there becomes the focus of a photograph where everything else is. probably loses his mind fr a collage like a front row 1d stan. likes experimenting w light n perception. pretty artistic honestly hs probably made a stop motion film in the past bc that’s just an extended form of photography in his mind bt i doubt he showed anyone

ummm...... very sweet bt like. he reminds me a lot of this quote. “he had the awkward tenderness of someone who has never been loved and is forced to improvise.” feel like tht sums him up quite nicely

WANTED CONNECTIONS

someone he met at a wedding: cricket probably ws forced to photograph a wedding fr his boss one time n it cld b interesting as a place to meet from that....... like. i can imagine either it being rly awkward maybe he accidentally spilled a drink on ur muse n was stuttering rly apologetic n it ws just a train wreck. or mayb they took pity on him or even (in a shocking turn of events) a shine to him n invited him to drink n dance. omgggg the thought of cricket trying to dance makes me wna die n probably mkes cricket wna hyperventilate bt idk maybe he went wild n let loose. mayb they wound up damaging the camera somehow. mayb they had to scramble to get another one n ur muse covered the cost n it was a strange late night excursion tht cricket thought about a lot since. cricket probably vowed to pay them bk somehow no matter what. idk. we can work things out. lots of diff options here. doesn’t have to b a wedding either can b any event tht required a photographer

ppl he went to school w: pretty self explanatory i suppose...... maybe they were frm completely different worlds..... mayb ur muse was popular n cricket was definitely not but they got paired fr an assignment n had to work on a project together....... mayb cricket asked ur muse on a date one time n it was completely embarrassing bc he didn’t realise they had a bf n it haunts cricket at night still bc he’s rly dramatic.... mayb ur muse felt sry fr him n ate lunch w him n inducted him into their group like a lost puppy finding a home.... world’s our oyster

neighbours from his brief time at lilac ridge: not to reference taylor swift but i’m gna reference taylor swift n say we cld do a seven inspired plot here. sighs a little..... then sighs a lot. he was here ages 0-8 so idk. we cld work out childhood plots perhaps....

sickening simp: i mean.............. cricket probably gets crushes on ppl so easily like just. anyone who’s the slightest bit nice to him.................. he’s a disgrace. ok i take it back. bt also please get it together freak............... i didn’t say that. he’d probably b extra nice to this person n try n pay close attention to things they liked so he cld get them little gifts. just a bit embarrassing n lovestruck bless his heart. wldn’t expect anything back tho honestly that just isn’t something he tends to do.

let’s go gays: cricket’s bi but he probably was rly in his head abt liking boys n tried to sort of squash it internally during his younger yrs...... i think he’s more comfy w it now MAYBE idk bt back then i picture him having a friend tht ws kind of like. similarly loserish as him perhaps (no offence to ur muse potentially filling this plot or cricket bt let’s face the facts) n they’d hang out n play games a lot n one time it jst kind of happened n he was like............. *struts in looking around sharply* What going on here? except not. bc it’s cricket. more like *shambles in looking around anxiously* What’s, uh... What’s... the happenings? S--... I’m sorry. (immediate apology for saying what’s the happenings bc nobody talks like that n it was an impulsive panic bc he didn’t know what else to say)

those who grew up in the system w him: maybe at the group home or i’d also like the family that fostered him n said sayonara. honestly i imagine the parents just thought he ws a bit too much of a handful / had too much baggage which is rly quite merciless n terrible but. if u think that aligns w ur muses home situation hmu......

um. can’t think of more bt just anything honestly. jst go wild.......

#irvingintro #abuse tw #neglect tw #trauma tw #anxiety tw #violence tw #DOES A LITTLE JIG #admittedly i didnt include a formative moments section like my other intros bc idk what kind of superpowers i was inhaling the fumes of #for those intros but #i'm a mere mortal now.

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ghoestys · 4 years ago

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and this is ruby! my 4th and final muse! been wanting to use gayoung’s pretty face since she was in tempted and now that shes in true beauty it made me want to use her even more! and the content she gave us while playing yeo hajin? iconic this is ruby <3

STATISTICS

full name: ruby odette im nickname(s): rue, rubes, ro, odette, od, odettie age: twenty two date of birth: october 8th, 1998 hometown: tba! gender: cis female pronouns: she/her/hers religion: christian (raised, non-practicing) sexuality: bisexual & biromantic hair colour: brunette eye colour: brown height: 5'9″ tattoos: dainty colored lavender on her left ankle facing outward (ex) piercings: standard & upper lobe (both), forward helix & industrial (right), daith (left)

PROMPT + BLACKMAIL

a legacy and member of the yale's elite, they're twenty-two and a sophomore undergrad student majoring in law. they are as positive as they are negative.

● was caught with a dui and almost got her license revoked because of it, but she flirted her way out of the ticket and convinced the police officer to kill the report by giving him tickets to a movie premiere where she held a small role. background: this happened in new york after she was attempting to drive home from a party with her 3 model friends who were also all drunk. she was 20 at the time and should’ve also gotten in-trouble for underaged drinking along with driving under the influence, but she truly utilized her fame status and looks. luckily no one got hurt and the road was pretty empty so there wasn’t many cars, but it was still dangerous and irresponsible because if she wasn’t pulled over, then she would’ve hit busier traffic and something definitely would’ve happened. after being pulled over and saving her ass, ruby stopped driving and ordered a lyft to pick up her and her friends to drop them back to her apartment in new york.

● was convinced her father was having an affair with a news anchor, so ruby convinced producers, news channels, and everyone in the business to blacklist them from ever working and essentially ruining and ending the new anchor’s career. unknown to ruby, though, is that the news anchor was never having an affair with her father and it was actually colette who was having an affair with her father at the time. background: her relationship with her dad has always been rocky, but the minute she found out he was having an affair and cheating on her mom made ruby go batshit. she wasn’t sure who the person was exactly except for that her father was having an affair because she was overhearing flirty & secretive phone calls and was seeing bills for expensive gifts that her mother was never receiving. when ruby saw her dad meeting with a news anchor frequently, ruby automatically assumed that was the person her father was having an affair with and essentially ruined that new anchor’s career. the new anchor’s career ended very abruptly and ruby loved seeing it. she loved her mom and she wasn’t going to let anyone hurt her- not her father and not the news anchor. unknown to ruby, though, is that the news anchor was never having an affair with her father and it truly was just business. ruby framed the wrong person and ruined an innocent person’s career for no reason.

ABOUT

family/upbringing/childhood

ruby’s family consisted of her father (randolph im), her mother (marissa im, nee byun), and her three younger siblings (edeline, brietta, and dominick)

her father, randolph im, is a top politician and was formerly a senator before being removed from officer and losing to his component- senator ahn. instead of being a senator, he’s apart of the house of representatives. other than being a politician, randolph also runs a loan business that’s not known unless you’re also apart of the top 1-10%. since they have so much money, he doesn’t mind giving out loans to those in need, but he always expects something in return (like a vote or an endorsement) and he always expects being paid back in time with interest included. if he doesn’t get his money paid back in time, then he’s a loan shark who sends his henchmen to do all the dirty work for him.

her mother, marissa im, is a house wife who happily takes care of her kids.

the family is as tight knit as it can be. it’s not hard for them to act loving and family-like infront of the media because that’s how they are everyday. they have their tense moments like every other family does, but they’re healthy for the most part.

healthy until it involves ruby and her father. these two are constantly butting heads and always arguing over something. maybe it’s because she’s the eldest daughter or maybe it’s because she doesn’t support her father’s shady loan business. she just doesn’t like him and the only time you’ll catching her supporting her father’s political career is when it’s family involved and her presence is required. other than that, ruby is typically absent from whatever political campaign her father does.

ever since ruby was a toddler, she loved the spotlight and performing. she loved acting and she loved when the cameras were on her whether it be for performing something or posing for something. since her mother noticed this, she was quick to put ruby in auditions for acting and modeling and since ruby was a natural, her acting and modeling career began at a very young age. she acted in children’s shows, movies as the younger version of a character and modeled for campaigns and spreads for brands like guess kids.

due to her career being a success at such a young age, ruby never experienced “real school” and was homeschooled her entire life. when she was on set for tv shows where she had to act in a school setting was basically her only experience as a student in a “real school”.

although her siblings would grow up differently (attending private schools instead of homeschool), ruby never minded this and never felt like she missed out on anything because she still learned how to socialize and got to act out wtvr she was possibly missing out on

career/college/the elites

luckily, as ruby got older and went from being a child to a pre/teen, her career didn’t stop and just kept growing. she filmed some tv shows and mostly focused on movies. when she turned 16/17, that was when her modeling career began to become more prominent because she was “old enough”, looked old enough, and was taller. she was having fun, living life, and traveling the world.

since she was a politician’s daughter, she was getting tutored on information about law and politics by the time she was 13. she had interest in law especially so she could spite her dad by telling him what he was possibly doing wrong, but also so she could negotiate her own contracts and understand what’s being said during the meetings. as a minor, she can’t sign contracts without a guardian but she sat there at the meetings feeling lost and wanted to know what they were saying.

although she loved spotlight when she was younger, by the time she was twenty she was starting to get over the fame. her career was successful, but she was starting to see and feel all the negatives that came with fame (especially in the modeling world where they criticized her looks often) and simply wanted out

when she turned 21, as a gift to herself she decided to take a break from her career/the spotlight so she could attend school and actually get a degree in law so she truly could negotiate her own contracts and understand all the legal terms being used during those meetings. she applied to yale and luckily she got accepted (mostly due to her career and philanthropy and because of yale being her father’s alma mater).

her father was a member of the yale elites, which makes ruby a legacy so that made her entrance into the organization very easy.

she still does modeling when she has the time, but her acting career is on hiatus until she finishes her bs in law.

don’t really know where to put this, but her stage name is odette im (her middle name) and only those that actually know her like friends & family call her ruby. she prefers to be called ruby because it’s her actual name, but professionally and in the tabloids she’s known as odette. she will still respond if you call her odette in a non-professional setting and honestly if ur muse met her while she was working then they probs know her as odette

personality

out of all my muses, i think ruby is the most genuinely nice one with no ugly intentions. silvia used to be like this, but silvia was also just willing to do shady things versus ruby who only does shady thing when shes truly hurt or angry or doing it for someone she loves (like ruining a person’s career to avenger her mom)

like taking care of people because shes an eldest daughter but also loves being taken cared of much more. whenever she’s being babied or treated as the youngest she’s happy because she’s used to have to take care of other people instead of herself

is honestly tired of the constant spotlight because she experienced it for so long, so think she’s more lowkey now except for those moments when shes modeling and partying at extravagant places and cities

believes honesty is key and the biggest way to lose her as a friends is to lie to her. she grew up away from the political setting, but it was still something she was apart of nonetheless and she knows how shady that area can b. knowing this, she tries to b as honest as possible and likes to hold people at a very honest level too like pls just be real with her and she’ll be real with u

doesnt mind talking about herself because thats what shes used to (her having to do interviews n shit all the time makes it easy for her to talk about herself)

basically an open book and even tho shes an award winning actress, shes terrible at hiding her real emotions infront of people who know her on a non-superficial level

can be very superficial with others due to her job and having to present herself a the best possible version of herself, but shes usually genuine for the most part like. if ur her friend then ur her friend she wont treat u like a professional associate or wtvr like??? does that even make sense

probs actually enjoys philanthropy work so shes involved n shit

can cook because she was the eldest daughter and also because she had to take care of herself while being in different cities by herself bc she couldnt eat out everyday

cant bake for shit tho like.. that shit is just not her thing. cant even make box brownies

fiercely loyal to those she loves and will legit do anything to protect them. also loves spoiling her friends bc like. if she has the money for it y not

WANTED CONNECTIONS IDEAS

someone that her father loaned money to! ruby is aware of her father’s business and is also aware of the clients because her dad doesn’t keep it a secret within the family. maybe your muse borrowed money and still hasn’t paid her father back for the loan so now the father found out information about ur muse and is holding it against them. ruby could be aware of this and attempt to help you-- if the muses get along tho :)

someone she met thru work! whether it be thru acting or modeling but i think that’d be so fun!! could be a good experience where they became friends or maybe they’re rivals in their careers that the media loves to put against each other. maybe they were even costars who didn’t get along, but the media loves making them out to be bffs!

bffs! friends! close friends!

enemies! betrayals! negatives!

cousins! because why not!

romance! ex flings! flirtationships! someone who leads her on!

ruby isn’t the type to do fwb or non-attachment style relationships because she gets attached to people very easily. with her job shes constantly surrounded by people and while she loves traveling, it can get very lonely. if she fell in love with u then she fell in love with u genuinely and whole heartedly. i think of all my muses, she falls in love the easiest

#intro

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coldsh0wer · 5 years ago

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anti binge tip?

my biggest motivation is always thinking of an event that im excited for (i.e. halloween) and imagining what it’ll be like if im still the same weight vs. what it’ll be like if im at my ugw.

-on the first day of october, if i continue restricting, i could be below my goal weight. cold air and fog in the morning, driving to school or to starbucks or going on a walk, looking down and seeing skinny, pale, fragile legs instead of big, pasty, un ladylike legs.

-smoking a newport in the park and seeing long, skinny fingers with defined knuckles instead of stubby, childlike fingers.

-putting on heavy blush and looking like a cute emo anime biddy instead of ms potts from beauty and the beast.

-being able to overindulge a bit when my family makes cookies or offers me halloween candy instead of having to be left out of things like that because i couldnt manage to keep my shit together during summer.

-being able to have fun getting high and going through a corn maze with a big group of friends without feeling insecure instead of staying home because i dont have the body or confidence to go out in public.

-sitting in my living room at night with my dog under a blanket, light breeze coming through the window, watching nightmare before christmas or coraline or corpse bride and drinking hot chocolate without thinking about calories because even if i gain a little bit, ill be skinny enough to shed the weight quickly without anyone noticing.

-finally being able to truly enjoy myself during my favorite time of the year. painting, reading, writing, baking, playing music. i will finally be able to return to my old hobbies and give them my full attention because my life will no longer revolve around losing weight.

sorry for such a long post, but if youre ever trying to avoid a binge i HIGHLY suggest writing a list similar to this one. its seriously so powerful youll be shocked.

#anareksia #anamia #proana #anorexik #anorexx #not pro just using tags #thinspi #ed thoughts #disordered eating #ana thoughts

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scorpiosanssexy · 5 years ago

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hellohello can i pls request a roommate matchup? basic details: libra, enfp-a, slytherin likes: volleyball (im a D1 athlete) and music dislikes: cooking living habits: can bake but not cook, somewhat an early riser (8-9am), visitors occasionally, and not super organized but always clean hobbies: volleyball, playing piano misc: allergic to dogs, but i love cats

Dear User,

congratulations, we have found you a potential roommate. We have throughly looked through your application and we hope you are happy with your result. Below this post are all the details about them.

Yours Sincerely

The Accommodation Team

Name: Miya Atsumu Birthday: 5th October (Libra) MBTI: ENTP

I headcanon Atsumu to be in Slytherin as well so I imagine you are both have big plans for the future and you help each other grow as people.

Also you are both as snarky as eachother, sometimes when someone is being a dramatic you both look at each other like you are in the office

Not that you’re any better atsumu

Being a Libra you are naturally very charming and sweet and Atsumu defienetely would apprcieate this about you because he is normally a grump

You generally cheer up when he is having a shitty day

anyway also joint parties too!!! ( he would rather share his birthday with you than his brother lol)

He most definetely likes to flirt and tease you but you either completely oblvious or absolutely roasts the living day lights out of him.

Osumu loves it

He comes to you for girl advice tho and you help him becoming a little less intimidating

Atsumu loves the fact you play volleyball at quite a high level

He loves to train with you at weekends, if you are a wing spiker it’s a bonus because he loves setting to all different type of player

When he comes to your matches, he 100% starts to coach you like he can’t help himself. He gives you pointers

He also tries to piss the other team off (eg: making loud noises when they are serving etc...)

You both go out shopping to buy volleyball trainers and equipement together

Also you go to all his games, because he forces you whaaaat

Now when it comes to your piano playing at first he will hate it

but if you keep persistently playing he soon grows to love it

like if he comes home from a hard day at practice and he doesn’t hear the music, then like a over dramatic hoe he is he demands that you play, (his personal fave is Claude Debussy)

He secretly thinks it’s really cool

Now Atsumu hypes him self up to be a really great cook but the only thing this man can make his favourite - fatty tuna

Unless you want to be eating this for the rest of your life I suggest you turn to his good friend or should i say brother Osamu

yeah he pities you too so he comes around cooks for you, which you are forever grateful for whilst Atsumu just broods in the cornor

Thanks your natural people skills, the brothers are slowly becoming friends

Now I don’t see Atsumu as a sweet tooth kinda guy, definetly more savory

but one day you made a green tea cake (for your friend) and you caught him eating it

Thanks to him, you can now also bake some savoury goods which he loves to have during his off seasons

Osamu heard about your infamous green tea cake and now demands you make it for their birthday every year

Atsumu is also the same when it comes to keeping a tidy space, like things are all put away but it is no where near organised.

You too do sometimes lose things quite a lot but it always turns up eventually

You have lots of funny stories because of it.

*kita signing in the distance*

Now Atsumu is one the lasiest mf i know

Every morning at 8am you blast the radio to get him out of bed

He says he hates it but let’s be honest without that wake up call he would be very late all the time

It is the only way to wakeup him ,you have tried pulling the blinds open and pulling the blankets off him but he is an incrediably deep sleeper

Now i headcanon as well that Atsumu is not really a fan of animals especially dogs ( i am sorry to any dog lover rn)

so he is cool with you being allergic because he doesn’t like them too much either so you just avoid being around them

However, when you suggested getting a cat he was horrified

but he eventually warms up to the idea, cats are more independant than dogs so Atsumu can still concentrate on his volleyball without having to worry too much about the pet

You have a photo of him cuddling the cat awww

Overall, you have a funny, intelligent but slightly grumpy roommate

Other Potential Matches: Kuroo Tetsurou and Tsukishima Kei

thank you for your patience

#haikyuu matchup #haikyuu roommate #haikyuu roommate matchup #atusmu miya #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #inarizaki #home is where the heart is

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pynkhues · 5 years ago

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5 and 11 from the October prompt list! 🙃

“I might just kiss you.” / “It’s not always like this.”

+ anon prompt: Alright I know you probably have a bunch of these but I have a prompt for Playing House. Prompt: Rio has a really tough day at work(like real shitty) and Beth senses it even though he tries to put on a brave face for her and the kids. She does/plans something to make him feel special and loved.

(This was actually originally just based on your prompt, @lilliloves, but anon prompted this today and it fit wonderfully, so I hope you both don’t mind sharing!)

Set in The Centre and Circumference / Domestic Fic universe

(Early-ish. Probably three or four months after I Could Be Your Welcome + See You in the Light)

There’s blood at his knuckles.

Ain’t the first time, and he’s sure it won’t be the last, but still – he finds his gaze fixed briefly on it anyway, flexing his hand, feeling the ache in it already. His skin ain’t split though, which means the blood belongs to the guy in front of him, this wiry fuck who’s already spat out two of his teeth on the floor between them, drool oozin’ out of his mouth, so thick with blood it’s almost black, and ain’t that a picture, Rio thinks, resting back into his heels.

His gaze flicks to Demon, and it’s all it takes for him to start rolling the silencer onto his gun.

“No, please,” Vinny moans, squirming back against the chair, hiccupping, feet leavin’ smears of dirt against the concrete floor of the warehouse. “I’ve got a family, I’ve got kids.”

And sure, Rio thinks, rolling his head back towards Vinny, keepin’ his face carefully blank. There’s a chill in the air, but Rio ain’t feelin’ it, not in here, not with the heat of the fight still thunderin’ through his veins, not with the righteous fury still boilin’ in his gut because shit, none of them should even be here, none of them would if it wasn’t for Vinny. Rio raises an eyebrow, pulling his expression into a look of faux care.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, yes, they - - I have - - my eldest is barely six years old. You know Emily. She’s just started school, she - -”

“You think about her when you stole my product?” Rio asks, voice lowly drawlin’. “You think about that little girl when you took out the connect?”

At least that’s enough to shut the fucker up, leave him splutterin’ on his own blood like he’s bein’ waterboarded, and Rio just watches him. Watches the lines of his throat twitch, his blackened eye swelling shut. He remembers getting shawarma with the guy. Remembers beers at Cisco’s. Thinks he might even remember the guy’s daughter for real – blonde, dimpled, all puppy fat cute like one of his sister’s old Cabbage Patch Dolls.

Mostly though he remembers this fuckin’ trip. Remembers sending this guy, days ago, out to pick up pills from Marta in Canada only to hear that the pills were gone and Marta was dead, and this fuck was nowhere to be found, and shit.

Marta had kids too.

“Rio, man, please. I fucked up, I know that, I - -”

Rio gives Demon the nod.

Demon offers him a cigarette, but Rio shakes his head, pulling his keys out of the back pocket of his jeans as he watches Diego hurl his guts up onto the concrete a few steps away. Kid’s pretty new – can’t be much older than 21, but both Dags and Bullet had vouched for him. Said he was loyal, quiet, got the job done. They’d worked with him on one of their smaller side hustles, and Rio figured what the hell. New blood could be good for the operation. This sorta trial was always good for the new intake too – let them see what waited for ‘em if they got in their egos, if they thought they could pull one over.

And Rio had been impressed enough. The kid hadn’t complained, had helped get Vinny here, even thrown a few good punches and helped Demon clean the body of any prints or DNA before gettin’ rid of it. The vomitin’ was a good sign too, for a kid this green. Death should matter. Should scare you. It means you treat it serious. Means you ain’t cappin’ people without cause.

It’s what keeps you kickin’.

“A drink then. Fuck, I need one,” Demon says, and Rio flicks his gaze back to him. “Back to the hotel?”

And he probably should. Their rooms are already booked, paid for. They’ve been stayin’ there for a few nights – had crossed the border and holed up as soon as Rio had gotten word of Marta, knowin’ just how quick they had to move to pull Vinny out before he could burrow too deep. Knew how quickly this situation needed handlin’.

Elizabeth hadn’t liked it.

Had done that thing where she’d tried to come with him – goin’ so far this time as to pack a bag and put it in the trunk of his car, plant herself in the passenger seat, and he’d practically had to drag her outta the thing. It hadn’t been until he’d told her she needed to stay to look after the dealership, the drops, keep business runnin’ that she’d agreed (although she’d still been prickly at that).

Truth was, it hadn’t just been business – although he couldn’t exactly deny it’d been good not to have to worry about it, to trust her enough to keep it runnin’ smoothly. Hadn’t even just been about the house neither, although it had been about that too. The kids were still gettin’ used to the new house and the new routine after all, especially hers, and he’s learnt fast how quick those seeds of guilt plant in her when it comes to them, knows how easily they grow, how ripe their fruits are, had known how twisted up she’d get herself if anythin’ happened while they were in Canada and the kids were in Detroit with her sister or her friend or - - worse - - that dumbass ex of hers.

Nah, it wasn’t just that.

What it was was he didn’t like her on these jobs.

Didn’t like her reckless ass ignorin’ plans or mouthin’ off, didn’t like her stormin’ into situations like that face and that body was some sort of armor, and, hell, didn’t like none of these guys lookin’ at that face and that body. Didn’t like them seein’ her, didn’t like them standin’ so close to her, didn’t like the fact that he dreamt of it sometimes. That clenched jaw of hers, somebody else’s gun underneath it, somebody who didn’t have anythin’ stoppin’ them from pullin’ the trigger, and just - -

Shit.

Rio rubs at his head.

He does want a drink.

More than that, he wants a fuck. Wants to release this livewire of tension in him, wants to lose himself in a body underneath him, but the only body he wants is Elizabeth’s, and he could drive home tonight, but that would mean talkin’ to her. Would mean gussyin’ up to her Bambi-eyed interrogation.

She’d be in her ugly ass pyjamas, he thinks, and the picture of it comes too quickly.

Probably the ones he hates the most. The cream satin ones with those little orange flowers. Sittin’ up in their bed, nipples hard, pokin’ up through her shirt, those pale cheeks of hers flushed pink, her eyes a little wet, her hair a mess, waitin’, breathless, for him, and - -

He snorts.

Who’s he kidding?

More likely angrily scrubbin’ dishes at 2am and ready to ask him a million questions he don’t wanna answer.

Shit.

Marta and Vinny.

“You know Vinny’s family?” Rio asks, turning back towards Demon, who nods. “Send ‘em the usual?”

“50g? You wanna send it cash or wire transfer?”

Rio tilts his head from side-to-side, considering.

“Cash,” he decides. “Send a hundred to Marta’s. Deliver it in person. We’re gonna need a new connect for the pills.”

Demon just hums in affirmation, flicking ash off the end of his cigarette, before he says: “I’ll stick around a few days. Get it sorted. Take it this means it’s a no for the drink?”

Rio blinks, surprised, hadn’t even quite realised that that was what he was doing, but as soon as Demon’s said it, he knows he’s right.

Thing is, it ain’t even like Elizabeth’s the first woman he’s wanted to lose himself in after bad days, just it’s barely even about fucking her at this point. Just - - he wants to bury himself in her until she’s all he can smell, until the taste of her skin is hot on his tongue, until he’s close enough to her he can count her eyelashes, and shit, that ain’t a thought he’s used to. Ain’t even one he’s particularly comfortable with.

Just - - he thinks of another cold night in the hotel alone and tense, and then thinks about bein’ home instead, thinks of her asleep, thinks of not wakin’ her to postpone her questions and the inevitable argument, thinks of crawlin’ into bed beside her, layin’ his head on her breast, the softness of her beneath him remindin’ him of all the ways he ain’t, her heartbeat fluttering beneath his ear, the way, only half awake, she runs her nails down his scalp, the way she smooths her too-smooth fingers at the base of his neck, and it’s urgent suddenly. The need in him.

He could be there in two hours.

“Call me tomorrow, yeah? Let me know how you go? Keep Diego with you. Show ‘im the ropes.”

Demon makes an acknowledging gesture with his hand, and Rio heads out into the night.

The house is dark when he pulls up, the only light comin’ from the back porch because Elizabeth swears it makes her feel safe (like the half a million dollar security system he bought doesn’t), and it means she’s not expecting him. Means she might actually be asleep. Means maybe she took him seriously for a change when he told her to stop waitin’, stop callin’, that he’d back when it was over.

He slips into the house, disarming the security system and beelining for the laundry. He kicks his shoes off, washes his face, his bruised hands in the sink, before filling it to soak his bloodied clothes in, adding the disinfectant from the cupboard, and stripping off to his boxer briefs there and then. It had been at Elizabeth’s insistence the first time he’d done this that they add the lock to the laundry room door, just to keep the kids out, and he’s glad for it now, for the ability to leave his shirt there, reddening the water, without worry.

Running a hand over his face, he grabs a pair of sweats and a t-shirt from the pile of clean laundry in the basket, steps out, fixes himself a drink at the bar cart in the living room, finishes it there alone, trying to steady his hands, his breath, to calm his frayed nerves before he allows himself the comfort of bein’ beside her. Tries to wrestle out of the maw of the last few days, of Vinny’s slack jaw and Marta in a body bag, scrubbing briefly at his face and finishing the last of his drink before starting up the stairs towards bed.

There’s somethin’ to be said there about the moonlight through the window, the too soft glow of the night outside of here, softening everything in its path, and Elizabeth is right there in the middle of it, curled up on her side in their bed, her hair fanned out against their pillows, bags beneath her eyes like she hasn’t slept well in days, which - - fuck, somethin’ in him twists at the thought, but then – right there, nestled into her chest, is Marcus.

It’s enough to make Rio stop in the doorway, dig his arm into the doorframe, enough it might leave a mark, enough it pinches. He should leave him, he thinks, slide into bed beside ‘em and leave it be, but then - -

Vinny’s blood is thick on his hands tonight, the weight of him heavy on his back, and he needs Marcus just - - away from it. Away from him, at least until the mornin’ comes, at least until he’s had the time to put this night behind him, to wash the stench of it off, and shit, he thinks, almost crawling out of his skin, leg jittery with tension beneath him. This ain’t somethin’ to be shared, not with him.

He strides quietly over to the bed, gently tugging his son out of Elizabeth’s arms, relieved more than anything when Marcus comes easily. He lifts him up, carrying him quietly down the hall and flipping on the light to his bedroom. It’s neat at least, which makes it easy to take him down, to flip over the sheets of his bed and lower his son into them. His head’s barely hit the pillow when suddenly big, dark eyes are bein’ turned on him, the kid’s little mouth fallin’ open like a spell.

“Daddy?”

“Go to sleep, pop,” Rio hums, and when Marcus tries to sit up, he gently pushes him back down.

“You’re home!”

“Nuh, but I will be tomorrow. You’re dreamin’ right now, yeah?” he keeps his voice low, dulcet, brushes his hands through Marcus’ hair, tucking him back down beneath the covers. “Faster you fall asleep, faster you’ll wake up, faster I’ll be home.”

And he doesn’t think the kid really believes it, but still, Marcus hums sleepily, happily, back at him, his eyes driftin’ shut again and Rio just - - watches him. Watches the rise and fall of his chest and the flutter of his eyelashes and he thinks how easily he could never see it again, like Marta won’t, like Vinny, and just - - shit.

He rubs a hand hard over the back of his head.

Not worth thinkin’ about now, he tells himself, slipping back out of his bedroom and heading back towards his own. It’s only then that the exhaustion really catches up with him – hits him square between the shoulders like somethin’ out of a cartoon, and he swipes at his forehead as he heads back towards their bed, gaze only flicking up to see Elizabeth sleepin’ soundly, the soft curve of her body like an invitation, and his eyes travel too easily down her, from her peaceful face to the arc of her shoulder and the dip of her waist, the long trail of her legs and - - he just - -

Stops.

There’s a lump at the foot of their bed, tangled up in the sheets, and Rio steps slowly towards it, eyeing off the mound of it when the lump squirms back suddenly, and shit, Rio thinks. He rolls his eyes, reaches for the blankets, lifting it just in time to see Jane peer back up at him, dubby in her fist, her little face scrunched up, half hidden in a bunny rabbit onesie and it must be a hand-me-down from Emma, because she’s swimmin’ in it.

“’ey,” he hums, and Jane blinks up at him, bright eyed, before she pants like a dog, wiggles her butt, goes to bark, but Rio frowns, pushes a finger to his lips and jerks his head to where Elizabeth is sleeping.

“Don’t wake your mama up. C’mon.”

He holds his hands out for her to leap into, only she pulls her face into a little scowl, shaking her head.

“No,” Jane growls, and Rio rolls his eyes again, frustration sparking in his belly.

“I ain’t playin’, darlin’, c’mon. It’s way past bedtime.”

And Jane just - - shit, she sticks out her tongue, and Rio exhales sharply, feels the stress of the day and the exhaustion of tonight press hard at his temples, but he smooths out his expression as best he can, reachin’ over to her, only she’s trying to tangle herself up in her mother’s legs, and Jesus, Elizabeth must be real tired if this don’t even wake her. Before Jane can get herself too wrapped up, Rio moves closer, pluckin’ her out of bed by the back of her onesie and pulling her unceremoniously away from Elizabeth.

He intends to lift her straight up into his arms and walk her to bed like he’d just done Marcus, but Jane starts thrashin’ the second she’s in the air, and shit, Rio grunts and then he’s gotta loosen his grip or he might accidentally hurt her, but loosenin’ his grip only serves to make Jane spring off the bed and sprint down the hallway in a flurry of pink fleece and animal ears. Behind him, Elizabeth stirs, and Rio’s head whips around, waiting for her to resettle before he moves quietly to the doorway. Jane’s standing at the top of the stairs, her little face peering out from beneath her bunny rabbit hood, and Rio frowns at her, gesturing his head to her bedroom.

Jane shakes her own head furiously in reply, and Rio exhales sharply, stepping out into the hallway, unsurprised when Jane retaliates by clutching at the railing and starting down the stairs, and shit, he thinks, picking up his step. The booties on her pyjamas are so big she’s gonna trip herself up, tumble head-first over them. He moves quickly enough to grab her underneath the arms and when she starts to yelp and thrash again, he spins her quickly in his arms, until they’re practically nose-to-nose.

“What’d you want?” he asks her, staring her down, because shit, his nerves ain’t here for tantrums tonight, and Jane just looks back at him, long and hard, little jaw rockin’, and this kid really is somethin’ else, and as much as he hates to admit it, if he were in a better mood, he might be amused.

“Special drink,” Jane settles on, and Rio arches an eyebrow at her, about to tell her it ain’t the time, but then - - shit, Elizabeth’s concoction of milk heated on the stove, honey, cloves and cinnamon really does seem to knock ‘em out. Maybe he can ground in a Nyquil to help.

“Then you go to your bed?”

Jane nods, and Rio does too, resignedly pushing her onto his hip and taking the stairs two at a time until he hits the bottom. He thinks about just depositing Jane on the couch, lettin’ her watch somethin’ bland and g-rated on the TV, but then he doesn’t really trust her not to sneak up the stairs, back beneath Elizabeth’s arm, and if she gets there again, Rio’s knows he’s gonna be subjectin’ himself to the couch.

So he deposits her on a stool at the kitchen island instead, glancing around the kitchen only to stop when he spots the pot on the stove and the spice packets already on the bench. He walks over, grabbing the pot and looking at the thin rim of milk build-up cooked into the sides of it.

“Looks like your mama already made special drink,” he says, rinsing out the pot and Jane just shakes her head.

“She made it for Marcus, not me,” Jane tells him. “She always makes it, so it’s not special anymore. It’s just regular drink.”

Rio arches an eyebrow, glancing back at her.

“That right?” he asks. “But it’s special drink when I make it?”

“Yup.”

And shit, she might be right. He ain’t ever made it before, and at least the fact that Elizabeth’s already made it for Marcus tonight means the ingredients are there for him. He racks his head for the steps, for the muscle memory of havin’ watched her make this thing a million times before, and - - right, milk on the stove. He grabs a jug from the fridge.

“Your hand looks funny.”

Rio glances over at Jane as he moves to flick the stove on, that damn blanket of hers half shoved in her mouth, the floppy rabbit ears of her hood hangin’ down past her shoulder. He looks at his hand and the bruises really are bad – a dark, bloomin’ purple that he knows will only stiffen over the next few days. Will swell and throb and he resists the urge to shake it out.

“Yeah?” he asks, and Jane rocks her head from side-to-side, considering.

“It’s like when I felled over. Did you felled over?”

“Fall,” he corrects, and when he looks over at her, Jane’s blinking at him in confusion, her blue eyes wide, her lips parted. He clarifies: “Did you fall over? Not felled, darlin’.”

“Did you fall over?” Jane echoes, and Rio turns back to the milk on the stove, reaching for the cinnamon. He looks at his knuckles as he shakes in the spice, and wonders if he should’ve worn gloves, somethin’ that might’ve covered them from view.

“Somethin’ like that,” he replies, capping the spice cannister, and it takes Jane a minute to reply, like she’s processin’ it, workin’ out what she want to say, and Rio lets her, his gaze fixed down on the way the cinnamon turns the colour of the milk, brownin’ it up. He blinks and sees the cinnamon, he blinks and he sees the blood on Vinny’s pale cheek.

He grabs the packet of cloves.

“Is that why you went away?”

Shit, how much of this stuff does Elizabeth usually put in? He shoves a finger into the packet of cloves, nudging them around, and finally scoops out a handful, watchin’ them bob around in the milk.

“What’d your mama say?”

“That you had to work.”

“Your mama ever lied to you?”

“No.”

“So I was workin’,” he tells her easily, glancing back around to look at her, and it ain’t exactly sudden, seein’ Emily in Jane’s place, propped up at the kitchen island, but it still takes him by surprise, makes him rock his jaw, jerk his head away, try to focus on the simmer of the milk and the sound of Jane’s feet, thumpin’ against the chair.

Jane ain’t Emily, she ain’t gonna lose a parent to this. She -

“When my daddy goes away for work, he brings us presents home,” Jane says, and Rio snorts.

Okay, maybe she’ll lose one parent to this. Rio can’t exactly say he’s keepin’ Dean off any lists. Shit, might be addin’ him to a few. (Not really, although - - he ain’t rulin’ it out). Still, he shifts his weight back, grabbing a spoon to scoop in some honey.

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Like candy or dollies.”

The honey oozes off the spoon into the milk, like Vinny’s bloodied drool to the concrete floor, and Rio’s voice is duller than he means when he says:

“Huh. Why you think he do that?”

Jane pauses, and the question must surprise her, her little mouth hangin’ open for a moment, until she shoves the dubby in it instead. Rio has to resist the urge to tug it out, had made that mistake only a few weeks after movin’, had had to endure Jane’s hysterics and Beth’s frustration (“She only started doing it after Dean moved out, it comforts her, just - - leave it, please.”)

“I don’t know,” Jane replies now around a mouthful of blanket, and Rio hums, grabbing her sippy cup off the strainer and pouring in the milk, making sure it’s not too hot in the process. He puts the top on, and glances at her, considering. He could just give it to her here, but in the end he holds up his hands, and Jane moves easily into them this time, lets him carry her to the couch, lets him hold her as he flops down on it, her body sideways in his lap, cradled in his arms like he’d do when Marcus was a toddler, like he still does sometimes, when he’s sick or needy.

And it’s funny, coz Jane fits like Marcus used to. Kid had a growth spurt recently after all, overtakin’ even Emma, and it all serves to make Jane all the tinier. Like her aunt, Rio thinks, briefly amused, then – more so, huffing out a laugh – like her mama when she finally pulls her pumps off at the end of the night.

(How big are Marta’s kids? Does he even know?)

“Order’s up,” he tells Jane, passing her the cup and letting her wriggle up until she’s practically using his arm as a hammock, her legs sprawled out across his own. She takes a generous drink only to reel slightly up.

“Yuck,” she says, spluttering, and Rio groans looking down at her, grabbing the cup and taking a sip, only to cough because shit - - it’s bad. Way too much cinnamon, enough it tastes almost like ash in his mouth, and maybe he’ll just leave it out entirely this time. Can’t fuck up just milk and honey, can he? He moves to get up, to make another, when Jane suddenly snatches at the cup again, clutching the sippy to her chest before shoving the nozzle back into her mouth. “No, I like it.”

And figures, Rio thinks, arching an eyebrow down at her as she wriggles back against his chest, sucking on the sippy cup, her eyes already half-lidded. He feels his own lids drop too, like they’re playin’ some game of Simon Says (go to sleep), and he could almost doze himself when Jane reaches the hand not holdin’ the cup out to his. She pushes out a tiny pointer finger and taps him on each of his bruised knuckles and he just - - watches her do it. Watches this scrap of Elizabeth play the hand he broke Vinny’s jaw with like a piano.

“Marcus and mommy are upset at you,” she says suddenly, half muffled around the sippy cup, and Rio’s gaze shifts from their hands to her face, but she ain’t lookin’ at him. She’s lookin’ at their hands, and after a minute, he sighs.

“I know,” he tells her. “They don’t like it when I gotta go away like that. I don’t like it neither, but sometimes I just gotta.”

Jane sucks the nozzle back into her mouth, staring up at him now, her eyes unblinkin’, and he always thinks it’s her sister that looks most like Elizabeth, but this one doesn’t go without, not with the steadiness of her gaze and the set to her jaw.

“It’s three,” she tells him, and Rio blinks down at her.

“What’s three?”

“Three times you gone away.”

Whatever he was expecting, it wasn’t that, and Rio stares at her, unblinking now, as Jane holds up her hand.

“Just after we moved here,” she ticks it off on her fingers. “Then the other time, now this time. That’s three.”

And shit, she ain’t wrong. He mostly thought Jane barely noticed. Not like anyone would ever mistake her for the most perceptive of Elizabeth’s kids (not that any of ‘em really are), but Jane’s all energy and distraction and shit. He’s been busy. He’s always busy, and Marcus has never liked it. Never liked the fact that sometimes he just gotta move, gotta bring things back, gotta handle things, but - -

“It’s not always like this,” he says, and Jane looks up at him, and there are too many expressions that pass over her round little face – disbelief and childish frustration until it finally settles on somethin’ else, somethin’ softer, less certain, somethin’ he ain’t seen on her face, at least not somethin’ he’s seen directed at him.

“You didn’t say bye,” she says finally, her voice small, and Rio exhales, annoyed.

“I did, darlin’,” because he did. Shit, got to fight about it with Elizabeth and leave Marcus red faced and weepy, made sure of that, but then - -

He looks at Jane and any self-righteousness dies on his tongue.

“Not to you though, huh?” he says softly, and Jane shuffles back into his arm, presses her forehead into his chest, out of sight, the nozzle of the sippy cup sucked into her mouth like a bottle, keeps herself looking away from him, and Rio exhales. He looks down at his bruised hands, then at her feet, where the booties of her onesie hang limply down the side of the couch, her feet lost somewhere in the legs of the thing, the hood of it hangin’ so far down her face it almost covers her eyes, and he reaches up to tug it back, just enough he can see her.

“’m sorry. Think maybe I’m still gettin’ used to this,” he says, because he hadn’t said goodbye to any of Elizabeth’s kids. Had trusted her to do it for him, had treated them like they were just a part of her, but - -

They ain’t.

They’re - -

Well.

Fuck.

Jane looks up at him, her eyes a little glassy and just - - he ain’t sure what that is, the feelin’ in his gut, hollowing itself out. “Can you be the first one I say hey to instead?”

She makes a show of turnin’ it over, her squirming against his chest and drinkin’ that goddamn awful drink he’s made her, but then she nods, and Rio tugs on one of her rabbit ears.

“’ey, Jane,” he says quietly. “You been good for your mama while I been gone?”

And she grins a little at that, shakes her head into his chest again, giggling before she can stop herself, and Rio smiles too, but rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

He almost reaches out to her, but before he gets the chance to, Jane wriggles up his body, curls her arms around his neck, and Rio leans down, scooping her up closer, feeling her collapse sleepily into his chest, still slurping at that drink, and hell if that ain’t commitment. He exhales a laugh, dropping a hand to her back, and it practically takes up the width of it, and he can’t say what he feels, feelin’ the rise and fall of her chest against his, her snufflin’ breaths against his shoulder.

And it’s hard enough, but then he exhales and he hears Vinny’s last one, and his hand tightens on her back, and he just - -

Needs to put her to bed.

Needs her safe and happy and dreamin’ of her mama and Paw Patrol and out of his nightmares, and when he stands up this time, starts up the stairs, when he finally does put her to bed, she don’t make a sound.

And then just, tuckin’ her in - - all his energy’s gone, sapped out of him, and any jittery tension he’d needed to lose has gone cold in his chest, left him pulled thin and stretched out, and shit, he thinks, rubbing furiously at his forehead, it’s just - -

Just is, he reminds himself.

There wasn’t a way around it. Not a way that’d keep him and his safe.

And he can do this for his ma, he can do it for his sisters, he can do it for his son.

Can do it for Elizabeth and her kids too.

Can - - he exhales, leavin’ the thought alone, pulling his hand away from his face, grabbin’ the sippy cup from Jane’s iron grip instead and droppin’ it to her bedside table so it don’t soak through her sheets, flickin’ on her nightlight before slipping out of her room.

And it figures, that Elizabeth would be awake now, when he finally gets back to their (freshly) childfree bedroom, her blue eyes blinkin’ sleepily back at him, from her - -

Nah, he realises, his pillow.

“You put the kids to bed?” she whispers, pushing herself up onto her elbow, and Rio nods stripping off his t-shirt, arching his back, hearing it crack.

“You’re home earlier than I thought you’d be,” she adds, and Rio nods, padding over to the bed. He should leave his sweats on, knows he should, but for whatever reason, he can’t quite make himself. Just wants to be rid of them, rid of his underwear, rid of all of it. Wants to shower, but doesn’t have the energy to, so instead he just strips everythin’ off, sliding into bed beside Elizabeth.

She doesn’t complain for a change, doesn’t squawk or pout or nag him to put his clothes back on. She just watches him, her blue eyes too clear, her features drawn.

“Is it done?” she asks, and Rio sighs.

“Would I be home if it weren’t?”

It’s sharper than he means it to be and she looks a little wounded, and Rio exhales, because shit, he’s the one who don’t want this fight. Just looks at her for a moment, and it ain’t fair, that she can look this sweet, that her eyes and her body can sing like a siren in the night, callin’ for him across borders, across countries, callin’ him home, and he reaches a hand to touch her face because he wants to - - needs to feel her, but shit, it was the wrong move, because she’s gaspin’, grabbin’ his hand instead, a high-pitched sound escaping her throat when she sees how bruised it is.

“Let me see it.”

He yanks his hand out of her grip, curling it around her waist instead, pulling her beneath him, entangling their legs, hidin’ his hand half up her pyjama shirt.

“Are you hurt?” she asks, and he can tell she wants to squirm out of his grip, to try and flip ‘em over so she can look at him properly, find somethin’ to nurse, but she ain’t got a clue how hurt he actually is, so won’t do it, and for once, he don’t want to correct her.

“Keep askin’ questions and I might just have to kiss you,” he drawls, the to shut you up implied as he nestles his face into her chest, nosing between the buttons on her pyjama shirt so forcefully that the tip of it brushes the inner curve of her breast, inhaling deeply the faint smell of sweat and peach bodywash and that smell beneath it all that’s just her.

“You say that like it’s a threat,” she replies, the words light, jokin’, but her tone ain’t real, and he knows she’d let him, but he also knows she don’t want him to. That she’d give him sex tonight like a gift, and that’s not how he wants this, not with her, not now. He just - -

Shit, he just wants to hold her, but he don’t know how the fuck to say that.

She inhales above him, a little wet, a little damp, like she might be cryin’ a bit, and she says, “Rio, what – ”

He sucks in a breath, clenches his eyes shut, hand tightening on her waist.

“Not tonight, darlin’,” he says, his voice hoarse, cutting her off, and then - - because how can he say the rest of it? He just says: “Please.”

The word hangs between them, and then it’s those too-soft fingers of hers, pressin’ tentatively to the back of his neck, and he exhales, harsh and wet against her breast, sinking his head heavily down against her chest, his mouth open as her fingers firm there and he knows she’ll be back on this shit tomorrow, that he’ll have to tell her somethin’, that he’ll have to make sure that money gets to Marta’s kids and to Vinny’s, that the compensation will be nothin’ but he lets Elizabeth massage the guilt out of his neck for now and finally he lets his eyelids flutter shut.

#beth x rio #prompt fills #the center and circumference #domesticity #beth boland #rio #marcus #jane boland #my fic

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Losers Will Stick Together

Request: Stan x reader cute domestic fluff with kids and happiness and stan doesn’t d** and they get a visit from the losers and it’s just soft fluff because i miss my baby and he deserved the world and more but didn’t get it and iM BITTER😭thanks lovely your stan work is honestly the best i’ve seen

A/N: So this is some sort of thing I wrote as a promised part two and also a thing for myself to have a family feeling in my heart, a closeness to something, you know? I hope this meets all your standards :) I got such deja-vu from writing this, taking that LST was one of my first works on here. Hehe. I promised you all a second part :))) Happy reading and seasons greetings and happy New Year's! :) <3

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Warnings: talks and descriptions of IT, Neibolt, injuries. Also spoiler warning for IT: Chapter Two (come on, man)!

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Stanley and his wife decided that they could let his friends stay the night after the dinner. It would be a very friendly and close-contact sleepover for the Losers, but they had done that as kids for years, so why should that be a problem now? There's no awkward feelings. Eddie and Richie would be sharing a mattress, of course, as would Beverly and Ben. Before they did, though, there had to be cleaning up, putting kids to sleep and talking to do.

Everyone helped. Richie had Louise on his shoulders while he cleared the table with Bev and Eddie's help. Nathaniel was carried on Ben's shoulders as he and Mike helped Stanley pull out mattresses, pillows, sleeping bags and blankets. Bill and Y/N were in charge of washing the dishes, drying them and putting them in place. That's how Bill got familiar with the Uris kitchen organisation and Ben and Mike learned the house plan. The Losers got familiar with the house that'd become one of their second homes.

Little Louise loved pestering Richie's hair and taking off his glasses, but he never got annoyed. He always played along, joked, tickled Louise and made the little girl laugh. Ben and Nathaniel seemed to have something in common - Nathaniel is quite a restless spirit, and Ben's characteristic ideally corresponded with that. He was just as ready for wrestling or running around as the little guy. Stanley was starting to worry Nathaniel would grow up a rascal, but as long as that influence was from one of his best friends, he didn't seem to mind that much.

At the end of the night, when everything had been cleaned up and Y/N was almost done putting their kids to sleep, Stanley gave his friends each a beer bottle, like most their fathers did back in the day, and they sat down in the living room. Richie had told Richie there was a lot to tell him, and Stanley himself had a lot of questions for his best friends, taking that they'd told him quite strange words upon their own arrival.

“So, wait--what happened when Mike called you all? You went back to Derry?” Stanley asks, his elbows resting on his knees as he has leaned forward. Three of his friends are sitting next to him on the sofa, the other three are sitting on lounge chairs in front of the sofa. It feels like an actual sleepover, all of them have a deja-vu feeling in their whole body and heart. Also it feels like a story-telling night Derry Library used to have, cause a major story would be told.

His friends nod in answer to his question. “I mean, it was weird. So weird.” Eddie's the first to speak up, and as he does, he shakes his head and looks down. “I crashed my car when Mike called me. And, like, I didn't know who he was at first, but then… Everything kept coming back to me, to all of us. But the most came back when I finally met everyone.”

“Yeah.” Richie nods from next to Eddie. “I mean, I threw up when I got my call. But meeting them was a big relief. You know, I felt safe.”

“Something happened to all of you when Mike called?” Stanley asks, looking around at his friends. They nod again.

“I got into a bad fight.” Beverly says, and Stanley worriedly eyes her after her confession. His eyes hold empathy, but she only shrugs with half a smile. Half a real smile.

“My new project didn't get approved.” Ben says. “I don't know if that's an… an unlucky thing.”

“I also got into a fight.” Bill admits, looking down at his left hand, and Stanley notices how he eyes one specific finger. The finger that should have probably been still holding a marriage ring, but it's naked, no ring on it.

“Wow.” Stanley sighs. “That's a lot.” He takes a swig from his beer, as does Bill and Richie (almost in sync).

“A pity you couldn't make it, Stan.” Mike says, a hand landing on Stanley's shoulder. Now is Stanley's turn to nod. “But, you know, there was a strange thing that happened.”

“More than one.” Eddie points out.

“What?” Stanley asks. “What happened?” All his friends give him scarce looks, which only tells Stanley that what happened was something they still haven't gotten over. Stanley remembers Y/N telling him there's a Mike Hanlon on the phone for him, he remembers talking to Mike and he remembers that the call was in May. It's October now, almost half a year since.

“Well, I was trying to tell everyone why you weren't at the restaurant with us,” Mike starts to say, “but I couldn't get the words out. It's like…”

“You st-started vomiting, Mikey,” Bill points out, almost reminds Mike of what happened.

“Oh, God.” Stanley says, only imagining what Mike could have been barfing up.

“I was vomiting up blood.” Mike says. “But I wasn't hurt. And we couldn't stop it. So I figured I'd just give it a rest, at least while we were in the restaurant. Then we got our fortune cookies, and from each message we got a whole one.”

“Remember when I was in the Deadlights, Stan?” Beverly asks, looking straight at Stanley. He nods. “I saw… horrible, disturbing things. And I saw… I saw you.”

“So, we were heading out of the restaurant and Bev thought to call you up.” Ben says.

“And I… well, Y/N picked up the phone. And she told me that you had… You had passed.” Beverly continues.

“What?” Stanley's face twists in confusion. He feels like he's been accused of a crime he hasn't done.

“It's what I saw in the Deadlights. You… laying in a bloody bath… with your wrists… open.” Beverly takes silent pauses between the words that are hard to say. Stanley puffs deeply and looks down to his feet.

“She basically saw all of us die. Pennywise told us you.. couldn't cut it, through the fortune cookies.” Richie says.

“But it's not--it's obviously not true. Nothing like that happened. Y/N didn't answer a call on my phone. I didn't get no call, and there was no bath, guys--”

Richie shakes his head. “Don't worry.” He says. “It's quite obvious, man.” Richie makes a funny look on his face, wide eyes and eyebrows raised. The Losers share a breathy chuckle. “It's what would have happened if we hadn't done… what we did when we came back to Derry.”

“So that's why you said that it's good to see me. I thought you were being weird.” Stanley shrugs now and takes another sip from his bottle. He now leans backwards, resting in his sofa with Bill and Mike on his sides, concerning looks in their faces. “You were all looking weird at me, but I thought that was because, you know, we hadn't seen each other in so long.”

“Oh, it's definitely that, too.” Eddie says. Ben grins, Bill laughs an airy chuckle.

“Well, okay, um…” Stanley doesn't really know what questions to ask. “Well, tell me everything. I don't know what to ask, really.”

“Bill's great at story-telling, but he's still got his stutter, so I won't nominate him.” Richie says.

“Yeah, remember how you nominated me as a sacrifice and then I almost died?” Eddie asks, shooting a sceptical look his way. Richie only pokes him with his elbow, but that makes Eddie groan in slight pain. “Bill's lucky not to get nominated.”

“Sorry. I nominate everyone else.” Richie says.

“Why don't you do it, then?” Eddie questions. Richie looks at him.

“Well, I can. If nobody else wants to.” He responds. “Mike would be great to tell this.”

But the man in question shakes his head. “You go right ahead.”

“Alright, then.” Richie shrugs, takes a deep sip from his beer bottle and gets into a comfortable position. He crosses his legs in front of him in the lounge chair and leans with his back into the back of it. “So, five months ago in a town not so far away, we all met up again. Mike told us the real reason he asked us to come back, which was to defeat IT. He believed and had proof that IT was back again. Me and Eddie, and, well, everyone, I think, except Mike, wanted to leave after we found out the truth. So we went back to the hotel where our stuff was, but Bill over here went with Mike to his place. Mike showed him a ritual that we would later be performing--which also turned out to be bullshit, Mike--” Richie pointedly looks at Mike, who only sighs and everyone tells Richie to keep his comments to himself, ”and Bill told us about it.

“Meanwhile, at the hotel, Bev told us she's seen all of us die. And we would have, if we hadn't kill IT in this cycle.” Richie continues. “So we realised we can't go back home, and so we stayed. Mike and Bill told us about the ritual of whatever, and said it's the only way to kill IT. So we got some sleep, and then Mike took us out again. Guess where he took us.” Richie genuinely waits for a guess from Stanley, but he's got none and so he shrugs. “Mike took us to the Clubhouse. Remember? That Ben built for us and we went there after the rock fight with Bowers?”

“Oh, yeah, sure, I remember that.” Stanley nods and speaks as if it's not that big a deal. His friends pause.

“You remember?” Eddie deadpans.

“How much do you remember?” Bill asks a more precise question.

“I think I remember everything. But that's not important, I'm trying to hear your story.” Stanley looks at Richie again now, waiting for him to continue. The Losers lose their tense shoulders and relax in their seats, also listening to what Richie's telling them despite knowing it all.

“So, we go to the Clubhouse, where more memories come up, we found your shower cap can.” Richie continues and Stanley chuckles at the fond memory. “And Mike tells us for the ritual to happen we each need to get a token. And we need to find it alone. It's something that we buried when leaving Derry, a piece from our past. So we split up, which we voted against, to each find our token.

“Mike told us to meet him at the Library at seven, and I was the first to get there. Mike was being attacked by Bowers, he was strangling him. So I took this ancient-looking axe-thingy and did best as I could from the movies I've seen.”

“He killed Bowers with that axe thingy.” Beverly frames it better, since Richie is still a bit wary of the event and his violent action.

“What!” Stanley almost screams, lunging forward over his knees again, wide eyes boring into Richie. “No shit! Really?!”

“Yes, really. He saved my life.” Mike confirms the statement.

“Wow, man! I can imagine what it took to do it.” Stanley says, looking at his best friend in amazement. But Richie shrugs.

“Just some anger.” He says and everyone laughs.

“'Some'.” Eddie echoes, and everyone laughs again.

“So, I killed Bowers, then everyone else arrived, except Bill.” Richie continues the story. “He met a kid while he was looking for his token, which is also a kid I accidentally yelled at previously, and IT had warned him about this kid, sending a warning on a skateboard, yeah?” Richie looks sceptically at Bill as he asks. Bill nods with a defeated sigh. “So Bill went to the carnival to save the kid, but unfortunately, he couldn't save him. The clown ate him up in front of Bill's eyes.”

“Richie!” Eddie scolds him. “Have some empathy, fuck's sake. Oh, sorry!” Eddie's face immediately changes in realisation that he used a swear-word.

Stanley shakes his head. “They're probably asleep already.” He says and then turns to Bill. He's lost in his own thoughts, and Stanley reaches a hand around his shoulders. “I'm sorry, man.” Stanley tells him, and Bill only nods, now looking down. “It's not your fault, Big Bill.” Bill gives him a sappy smile.

“Then Bill decided to go kill IT alone, but of course, we went after him. To Neibolt Street.” Richie keeps telling, and only the name 'Neibolt' sends shivers down Stanley's spine. “We went in together, and man, that was something. We saw some horrible version of you… Younger you... “ Richie looks like he's trying to tell Stanley what they saw, but also that he can't and that he doesn't want to. He shakes his head. He can't do it.

“It's okay, man.” Stanley tells him. “You don't have to.”

“You wanted to know everything, Stan!” Richie says, and there's disappointment in himself in his voice. He's angry at himself for not being able to tell the story.

“If you can't, I don't want to.” Stanley tries to convince him. Richie shakes his head again, and looks down at his hands again.

“It's gonna be hard for him to tell the rest, so I'll take over.” Eddie says, and he clears his throat. “So, there were multiple tricks from IT on our way down Neibolt, but we got through them. We went down into the Sewers again, it was disgusting, of course, and the water level had gotten higher. Oh, and the toys weren't there anymore, remember the pile he had in the huge sewer room?” Stanley nods. “Yeah, well, there was basically only water and a small island from what his lair had left behind. And there was a door, a round door, that we had to go through. At first I thought I couldn't do it, I… I'd had a few doubtful moments before that and I thought… I thought I'd make everyone die cause… Eh, it doesn't matter. Richie made me feel brave and hopeful again.”

Richie's hand is laying on the hand-rest of his lounge chair, and Eddie reaches over it protectively, grasping Richie's palm between his fingers. Stanley smiles widely and in slight surprise, even a tear pricking his eye. Eddie's words touched his heart, and the hand contact between him and Richie touched Stanley's empathic heart even deeper.

“Oh and Bev, too, she gave me this spike and told me it kills monsters! That was also cool. Thanks again, Bev.” Eddie looks over to Beverly and she smiles. “There was a tunnel under the door, and it led down to the real lair of IT. It looked weird, it looked like something out of a museum, honestly, if it didn't have that horrid smell and ugliness. Um, well, we performed the ritual, we burned all of our tokens--realistically, most of them can't even be burned, but whatever--and we were chanting and holding hands, and there were these lights--the Deadlights!--coming down from above and we were still chanting, and we got the lights inside a prysm-thingy that Mike brought, and we thought we'd done it.

“But it was another trick from IT. A huge balloon started to grow out of it, making us all run to the corners of the room, but it burst right at the last second. We were deaf for like, a few minutes, but then we got back on our feet and uh… Oh, then we found out the ritual was bullshit, um--IT appeared again. We saw its true form, I think, the lights appeared again and then Pennywise himself. He was huge, like his head or the top of his body was on a gigantic spider. He basically told us how he'd had this weird obsession over us for the last twenty-seven years, talking about how he wanted to eat us and just--eh, it was really weird.

“Mike wanted to die for us, but we wouldn't let him. IT had his game with us, he chased us around his entire lair, we saw a bunch of weird shit. Basically, we were separated - I was with Rich, Bev was with Ben, and Mike and Bill were on their own. Then we came back to the center, where IT was about ready to strangle Mike, but then Richie stopped him. He got himself trapped in the Deadlights. But then I… I had the spike Bev gave me with me and I threw it at the huge Pennywise-spider.”

“You did what, Eddie?” Stanley gasps and opens his mouth in shock again. Eddie nods, a prideful smile on his own lips.

“Yeah, he saved my life, I think.” Richie says, a grateful look in his eyes towards Eddie.

“You think? I did save your life, you asshole!” Eddie gets offended, an accusatory look thrown at Richie. Everyone laughs. Eddie is back. “Anyway, Pennywise fell on a spike and got impaled and um, I went over to Richie to tell him I'd done it, and then I got impaled by Pennywise.” Stanley's breath catches in his throat. “They dragged me into one of the caves that was there and I told them I'd crack the way to hurt IT. I found it when I was looking for my token. It was… to make him weaker. Basically, insult him.

“We tried to run away through a tunnel, but IT caught us. We were back in the center. And then, because I was wounded, I was in a corner while they just started insulting IT. I think you'd be best at IT, Stan. I also think us as kids could have really killed IT then, I mean, the way we talked and the words we used, but I guess as a kid you're more afraid, perhaps you're weaker then. So, anyways, they 'killed him with insults' until he got to a really small size and then they crushed what you could call his heart.

“And, then, of course, we moved out of there. As quick as we could, since they had to carry me and since the entire sewer system and Neibolt House started to come down. And--would you believe it--as they were getting me to the hospital, going through town, our scars healed. All our scars healed. Even my huge wound in the--in my abdomen.”

“Wow. I thought it had been weird that my scar disappeared. Two days after Mike called.” Stanley says, a look of realisation crossing his face. He takes another swig of his beer and sighs.

“Yeah, and, well… We're all fine. We did it. We killed IT.” Richie finishes the bed-time story. Stanley nods, and then takes a minute to process their words.

Even though they weren't together, his friends had done it. They'd killed the thing that had fed on fear and fed Stanley and his friends' own fears and anxieties. And the journey, as well as the process of killing IT, was not easy. Stanley would never imagine that it would be rainbows and daisies and unicorns. But what they went through - and the fact that they went through it all for a second time - was horrible, and it still takes a toll on his friends, their hearts, their minds.

Bill's obviously still feeling guilt for his brother and the kid Richie talked about. Richie is still processing what he saw, processing what happened to Eddie. Beverly is still getting over her childhood abuse. Ben's still quiet, he's still shy and insecure, even though he's turned into the hottest man on Earth. Mike and Eddie are the ones who seem the most free, most free from their self-created fears and trauma from IT and their childhoods. Stanley can only hope and wish the rest of his friends to achieve the same freedom.

“You guys are… Wow, I can't even find the right words. Um,” Stanley runs a hand over his face and looks over his friends again, “you really are heroes. No one might know it, you might not be world-famous heroes, but you guys are heroes. For yourselves and for me.”

The Losers can only give him shy smiles in response, nod, look down. They clearly don't think so highly of themselves, but that's the crystal clear difference between them and Stanley. Stanley always saw them as the most beautiful, the best, best, best people in the whole world. He saw them as the best friends ever, the best friends in the whole world and the only people he could be friends with. They understood him, they cheered him up, they loved him and they made him laugh and made him smile. Most of all, they filled up his heart and made him believe in himself. That's the best part.

“Let's do a group hug.”

And so they did.

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「 avan jogia. cismale. he/him. 」i hope that #lexsquad member「 SLATER MALIH SAVALIA 」adds me to the squad ! the 「 TWENTY THREE 」year old 「 LAW 」 major has been apart of the squad since 「 OCTOBER 2018」and seems to be the 「 DELPHIC 」of the group.「 SLATER」is a「 SENIOR」 and seems to enjoy 「 WRITING & PLAYING MUSIC 」but you can always find them at a squad party , too !

TW: CHEATING, ABANDONMENT, PORN MENTION, DEATH, DRUGS

Anyways lemme give you some info about my man and try to keep it as short ( I lied ) as possible I’ll have some wanted connections at the end so hit me up to plot cause I live for that :)

NAME: SLATER MALIH SAVALIA AGE: 23 MAJOR: PRE- LAW SENIOR @ LEX POSITION: A DADDY HOBBIES: givin 0 Fucks, living life to the full, writing, being an PI on his dad, spiting his family n causing problems as a FUCK U. BORN: LONDON, ENGLAND. SEXUALITY: A truE WILD BISEXUAL :”)

BACKGROUND:

So Slater was born in London, England however when he was younger he moved around a lot with his parents until they settled in LA. Mainly for his dads business and his mum had previously lived there too.

His mum was a travel writer which explains why they traveled a lot, his father runs a few escort agencies + brothels ( nevada only we do it legal here ) and also started up his own pornographic production company / film studio in LA. it would probably now be one of the biggest in the world. ( think vivid entertainment meets brazzers ) u know FILTHY RICH SHIT.

Both his parents were obviously away quite a lot, his dad ran so many businesses and hmm was hands-on lets say but the household was pretty calm when he was fairly young. his mum was super attentive and loving and just such an amazing role model and always wanted to take him with her to show him the world when she had to leave. i think he definitely was a mummas boy.

at about 8/9 however would’ve been when things kind of came crashing down for him. he really caught his dad cheating on his mum w/ one of the porn stars he hired from the studio. His dad would’ve really asked him NOT to tell him mum because it would break their family up. obviously, slater was like terrified of the chance of losing his family so he just pretended nothing ever happened.

he was so conflicted because he was keeping this huge secret and he had so much guilt but he didn’t wanna be the one to ruin things. Like his dad basically used him as a cover like expecting him to lie for him for a long time. it would’ve really eaten away at him. like it would’ve not been a one-time thing, but slater was in denial for sure.

i think one day slater would’ve slipped up in one of his lies for his dad and his mum ended up fighting out what happened and it was such a mess. it would've led to their divorce and god that was.. SOO messy. they defs didnt have a prenup and like the custody.

I think lowkey he was miserable being with his dad, he had so much resentment and sadness there. he would’ve been okay being with his mum the whole time.

His dad was really the type of parent that would use his kids against each his ex wife like they would use slater to pass on messages and being like no u can’t have him for that day etc etc And not taken slater into consideration.

his dad though really tried his absolute best to bring his mum down which was sooo sad to see, like watching her get put through the ringer by his dad and she just became a bit of a shell of who she was, because he obviously had more than enough money to do it and didn’t want her to see a dime of it even tho he.. RLLY BE LIVING THE HIGH LIFE.

slater would’ve just been back and forth between them both up until he was about 15 when his mum, unfortunately, passed away due to drugs. which was SO UNEXPECTED. i think there was definitely a lot more to it, like she definitely was self-medicating to help go through the still pending divorce. which would’ve lasted years.

anyways losing his mum devastated slater because truly she was like a best friend to him, she was. he always enjoyed the weeks at his mums more than his dad and now he knew he’d be stuck there.

he fights a lot with his dad still about everything that happened and what he did, he blames him for it and putting a LITERAL KID in the middle.

anyways though since the separation his dad had like a myriad of “ girlfriends” around who were probably all young enough to be like a step sibling tbh. he never took to any of them until his stepmom. who shockingly he actually really likes. shes one thing keeping his family together atm.

Anyways as you can imagine slaters dads business was huge and his dad is truly raking in the money but slater has always felt uncomfortable spending or even benefiting off it which is why he’s extremely secretive considering he knows where it comes from and he doesn’t exactly support his dad let alone he doesn’t want to have to explain that to people and get them looking into his family.

his father has really tried and put up this front though as if he’s a huge family man now and is conservative and super religious and smh that pissed off slater to the max. he’s like that dont make no fucking sense..

when he high school hit though they were going to country clubs all that shit slater hated basically. he truly didn’t mind acting out just to spite his dad knowing hey your a family man what are you gonna do about it??

this drove his dad so crazy and only meant more rules were put on him, it was about the only attention his dad gave him.

when hey fight though its really wild, you know slater throws it in his dads face basically just some fucking pimp and exploits people and he’s never gonna do that and he’d rather have nothing than follow in his footsteps

i think his dad has been fined multiple times for some shady shit going on in his businesses. plus its been common knowledge in the depths of the industry they heavily provide them w/ alcohol drugs etc. probably has had an issue with the treatment of the people hes hired. lawsuits. there's more under the surface that even slater doesnt know.

there would’ve been a bit of a scandal where his dad employed one of his dumbass country club friends daughters aka someone even slater knew to star in one of his adult films

but regardless like he knew he really was fortunate he lived an extremely privileged life, like he would be set for life, could sit do nothing and its good. he just never had a huge interest in it unlike his father who really always said that he would take over everything someday and it would turn into a huge family business. and he was like yikes someone come tell him.. no thanks.

His dad and him definitely had a rocky relationship after his moms death, he didn’t parent very much and just left his stepmom in so many uncomfortable situations but honestly

He saw her more as a friend though then a mum but she was the best parental figure he’s ever even had. She’d genuinely try so hard to make sure his dad was acting like one like telling him he’s going to his sons gigs or else even though slater knew his dad would come for 2 seconds to appease his wife then leave.

But growing up he’s always been super careful of who’s around him and who he lets into his life probably as a result of how secretive his family has always instilled in him to be.

Like his dad keeps saying we’re family we come first, and he never wanted slater to be sharing that with people about what they did.

But he has such a resentment to his dad, like he thinks he’s a mess he has a wife he doesn’t give a fuck about a son he doesn’t see, he does god knows what he just is so convinced he can’t turn out like him ever.

I think people genuinely think he must not come from money because the amount of people who have ever met his parents or seen his house is a handful if that.

Like he’s always hanging out at other people’s places and just he’s never been really extravagant unless its to purposely spite his dad yikes. that comes from anger.

Like he really got himself a job even though his dad said he could come work for him just cause he was like yeah I don’t want to run ur dumb company and make money off it u pos?

His dad has definitely been investigated a few times for shady practices. slater definitely started looking into law for that reason, like he genuinely thought he wants to actually be able to put guys who screw the system and own huge corporations and think they can pay outta anything in jail.

meanwhile his dad thought great a lawyer who can defend our family business smh so he supports him He has no clue slater would rather take him down.

hes on the dl investigating his dad himself. who wanna help.

PERSONALITY

losing his mom AND one his best friends showed him that he needs to really do everything he wants to and in that moment which does make him selfish at times

i think he has abandonment issues, i think like when his best friend who was kinda the reason he came to lex, happened to pass away also triggered that again ( TBD WHY im leaving this open for plots ) and that really shook him all over.

he really almost feels cursed at this stage.

he was pretty sheltered tbh because his dad wasn’t trusting AT ALL and at first was homeschooled until High school so he didn’t exactly grow up outgoing or being able to have many people at his place or tell them about his life.

i think theres not many people who know he’s related to his dad business, even tho his dad business iS HUGE and legit is his last name. and hes like yeah ha coincidence right??? not my dad at all.

He’s super fucking blunt though like he may be secretive with his personal life but his ass does not hold back which has gotten him into way too many problems.

He just feels like he grew up lying about so much, his dad was like we don't want people taking advantage of you if they find out who you are and use things against me.

he hated that and all the secrets about his dad he kept so don’t expect him to hold back on feelings or thoughts back at all

LOVES to spite and piss his dad off even if that means 30+ students at his dads place during a business meeting lets do it.

He acts a lot without thinking like he sucks at planning anything and a lot of time he seems a little flighty and that he doesn’t take things serious enough esp his relationships

.He’d really go above and beyond though for anyone who’s proven to him that they can be trusted like he’s been known to be all in he either gives it everything or nothing so he goes extravagant

will try everything once.

wild child tm.

his ass was kinda like living it up. he’s like on the brink of i dont want to just use my dads money but he’s like if i am though i wanna use it to actually do something decent, like get a law degree and be something, travel like his mum did. hes obsessed with the thought of like following in her footsteps BUT HE. NEVER ADMITS IT.

feelings who are u?

He’s definitely a realist and a little bit cynical too, like he’s seen way too much shit to really have some ideal look on life.

He doesn’t believe in some fairytale or things just happen for a reason or really in fate or anything like that.

Like he doesn’t think love fixes everything and someone can be your happiness at all . hes like clearly its only problems so.

He’s only ever really had one serious relationship and a bunch of other casual things but that was just nothing to him

He’s not closed off to them but he picks and chooses what he gives, but he’s just doubtful how someone’s gonna mix well into his life

He definitely seems aloof and a bit cold but I mean after a drink and 5 minutes he’ll be picking your brain on just about anything

loves writing in general, usually lyrics and music though.

secretly Loves a good midnight dnm overlooking the water with a trusted friend

Awesome at getting himself out of situations he can be pretty convincing lbr

lowkey has abandonment issues.

connections: donnt say im trash i know.

extra drama - his STEP sibling. aka child of his step mom.

his best friends sibling, aka the one who passed away :”(

someone whose mum dated his dad WILD.

A TABOO FLING OR CRUSH, basically he got with someone he shouldn’t of, we can decide reasons HOWEVER I’D LOVE if the other chara was the ex of his friend who passed away. HED FEEL LIKE SHIT for having feelings. the angst. and the we cant do this its wrong.

I mean... someone who actually WORKS FOR HIS DAD. i would die, could be an escort, a sex worker, someone who is signed to his dads production company, can be a pornstar or more like a cam star too.

someone who is a huge tease and rlly makes his ass beg to be with them. make him work for it honey.

ooo a really GOOOOD friend and they’ve always been “ platonic” but theres this weird sexual tension and they both know it, but like ooo it could risk the frienndship n makee it weird and like ugh.

like someone whose parents hates them hanging around w/ slater bc of his family, maybe bc they ran in the same circles from back home but they just.. cant stay away from each other.

someone hes kinda dated but they realised we’d be better off as friends even tho weve seenn each other naked, it was fun.

One of the people from back home that found out all about his entire family when the scandal was exposed. They could’ve been friends or enemies.

AN ex!! pls he defs has broken some hearts or THE ONE WHO BROKE HIS :) IF U DO THIS U WILL GET SO MUCH LOVE

An enemy Maybe someone against his family or someone he just can’t stand!

THE damn girl his fucking dad tried to employ to be in his damn movie! My ass would do wild shit for this one wild WILD SHIT.

unrequited love, someone's heart he broke without even realising it

A confidant someone he can really confide in tell-all his dumbass shit too, like his protective ass would really care for this person

Someone who’s into music as much as him pLS!! like someone who can just jam with him late nights

He needs that dnm kinda friend 😂

A fwb that’s self explanatory:)

RIDE OR DIES etc

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS.

ANYTHING IM SOOO OPEN FOR PLOTTING

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