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lloromanic0 · 11 months ago
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2009 BILL
Bill and fem reader ate friends with benefits and after a fancy date things get VERY intense
Hello thank you so much for the request!!
When I read intense I immediately thought about an argument (but ik that’s not what you meant lol) so I did both :D, I hope you like it and that it meets your expectations! :]
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!SMUT MDNI!
Fem! Reader
Content: You feel unsure of your “relationship” with Bill so after your date you tell him about your feelings resulting in a small disagreement,which then leads to make up sex.
Everybody knew that you and Bill fuck, nothing else just sex. Ever since Bill started to gain fame from his band and going on tour you’d barely see him, but whenever he came back to Germany you were the only one he wanted to see. Tomorrow he was coming to see you after two months, even though you missed him you questioned why you couldn’t be in an actual relationship, did he fuck random people while he went on tour and because of that you couldn’t be more than friends? You ignored those thoughts knowing it wouldn’t change anything in your dynamic with him and to be honest you kinda thought being like this with him was just fine.
It was the next morning, Bill had already called you twice a few minutes ago, you returned the call.
Call:
-Hi
-Hi Y/N I just landed.
-Good, how was the flight?
-It was alright thanks. Tonight let’s go out for dinner.
-Hm sure.
-Great I’ll pick you up at 7, is that ok?
-Perfect I’ll see you later then, bye.
-See you later.
You hang up. You felt awkward talking to him for some reason, you ignore it again and moved on with your day. You did some essays you had pilled up, cleaned your room a bit and for the rest of the day you just relaxed in your living room listening to some music. At 5 you started getting ready, you took a shower, dried and styled your hair and went back to your room to change your outfit. You wanted to wear this black leather skirt you got last week,pairing it with some tights underneath, black boots, a long sleeve top and a fluffy jacket since you knew it would be cold. When you were finishing your makeup you heard a car honk you knew it was Bill so you hurried out of the house. He was parked in front of your gate you walked to his car and sat on the passenger seat, he smiled at you brightly.
“How have you been Y/N? I missed you” after saying this he went for a hug, you returned it smelling his intense cologne on his neck and feeling the warmth of his body on yours.
“I’ve been fine…I think, I’ve missed you too.”
He drove to restaurant while making small talk with you,you couldn’t stop thinking about your feelings you never had any problem with the kind of relationship you guys had before he started to leave Germany for months, why did he even bother coming back just to have sex with you and the thing is he probably fucked so many other people out there and you only wanted him.
You arrived at the restaurant a few minutes later, he got out and opened that car door for you extending his hand to help you out.
“You look so pretty Y/N.”
“You also look very handsome Bill…”
During dinner the talk got less and less awkward and you felt you were friends again, after dinner he told he would take you back to his room as you already expected.The time you were there went by fast,he kept teasing you during dinner about how much he needed you, as you slowly gave into his words.
At his hotel room you laid on the bed with him on top of you, kissing and licking on neck, bitting your colar bones, you shifted awkwardly under him which made him confused.
“Are you okay Y/N? You’re acting weird…” he sat up to look at you.
“I don’t know about this we have going on Bill…”
“What do you mean? You’ve never had a problem with it before and you know we can’t really maintain a relationship with the way my life changed drastically.” He spoke firmly.
“I know Bill…but why do you always come back for me if we’re not even in an actual relationship?”
“Because I do love you but you know we can’t be a couple, if I was your boyfriend I would want to be present for you no matter what but I can’t so I’d rather just keep it like this.”
You stayed quiet for a minute.
“Do you fuck other girls while you’re on tour?”
“What!? No! I only want you Y/N please don’t think like that.”
He took both your hands between his.
“Listen Y/N right now none of us can commit to a relationship, it wouldn’t sit right with me to be your boyfriend and not seeing you every day.”
“I know Bill…I’ll always love you and miss you no matter what and if there’s a chance in the future we can actually be together I’d do anything for that to happen.” You looked at him your eyes glossy from trying to contain your tears as you spoke the harsh truth.
“I’ll do everything in my power to be able to do that for you.” He kissed you deeply his hand holding the back of your head as your tongues connected in one passionate kiss, Bill got on top of you once again.
“Will you let me have you Y/N?”
“Yes Bill…” he went back to kiss your neck as he was previously doing,this time you let yourself melt under his touch humming in pleasure as he sucked the tender skin on your neck. He took your shirt off leaving you on your bra, kissing down to your collar bones and between your breasts, his hand was now behind you to unclip your bra freeing your perky tits. His mouth now gently sucked on one of your nipples and played with the other using his fingers, little moans escaping your lips. Your hips grinding against his in a way to let him know that you wanted him, he pulled down his pants and boxers freeing his erection, his tip leaking pre cum. He pumped his length a few times before taking your skirt off along with your tights, he pressed his fingers over your clothed pussy which made you tremble a bit.
“Bill…please I want you…”
“I want you too…” he whispered while pulling down your panties. The tip of his cock now rubbing against your entrance both of you moaning and humming at the sensation, he slowly inserted himself in you his movements deep and firm.Bill’s hips moved slowly so you both could enjoy that moment for as long as you could take it, you clenched around him every time his tip hit your cervix, the way your pussy had the perfect fit for him made him go crazy for you every time. You held him close to you, your hands placed behind his head,you felt his breath on your face as you kept eye contact with him the whole time, intimate moments like this were what you cherished the most in your “relationship” with Bill.
You exchanged wet and sloppy kisses as he thrusted in you unhurriedly making you feel everything vein of his cock, one of his hands reached down to rub circles on your clit making you squeal at the sudden contact. Your hips now moving with his complementing his movements as you both seek for release.
“I’m so close Y/N- fuck…”
“Me too Bill…mmhmm”
His thrusts now becoming faster and steadier as you finally came undone due to the double stimulation he was inflicting on you, the wet sounds of your love making aroused Bill so much, with one last thrust he came deep inside you slowly moving his hips riding his high. He pulled out slowly making you shiver already missing him inside you,looking at him once again his face now red and sweaty as he smiled sweetly at you.
“I’ll grab you a water and I’ll get the shower going for you.” Said Bill as he walked away.
You curled up in to a ball thinking about what just happened, for the first time you felt like Bill made love to you and not just pointless sex.
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everythingwasnormalhere · 1 month ago
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give me as many tati headcanons as you can think of. go. /lh
-north
SRY I FORGOR
The first to meet were Karen and Firkle
Cuz yk she joined the goth kids and all,,
She left soon after though, still being their friend just not goth no more
(Well more like Firkle's friend but yk)
(Kinda henrietta's too :3 she buys Karen food sometimes)
(Anyway back on track-)
Karen had also known Ike for a while
Kenny would go to sleep at Kyle's often, bring Karen with him and all
It didn't take the kids too long to begin chatting
Stayed up too many nights watching streams :3
Tricia and Karen met when Karen began elementary school
They're the same age but Karen couldn't really afford pre-k because... yeah typical McCormick family idk man
Karen saw Tricia all alone sitting at a corner
So she approached her and they began talking
End of the day and they were besties
Karen introduced Tricia and Ike later too :)
They were a nice little group, though Tricia and Karen were the closest out of them
When karicia were in 2nd year Ike started elementary school
(he's 2 years younger but he started school early)
Firkle meanwhile was stuck in first grade because... yeah that's Firkle idk man
Ike didn't have friends in their grade, neither did it, so they became friends too
Ike joined the goth kids
In just a few months, Tricia was pissed
And she let the goths know
"Stop corrupting our computer nerd you assholes!"
Literally dragged Ike out of there 😭
Karen and Firkle meanwhile were like ":o my friend!!"
(they hadn't hung out in a long time)
They caught up and kept in contact and soon tati as we know it formed ✨✨
Now,
Ike is bi, he/him
Tricia is a lesbian, she/her
Karen is a lesbian, she/they
Firkle is... yeah Firkle. It/they though :3
Ike has dated everyone in tati at some point
He's so pissed all his girlfriends are lesbians now 😭
They joke about transing his gender lmfao
Ike is also Clyde's flavor of loser in the sense he cannot date someone for more than a month to save his life lmfao
Karicia canon :3
Tricia is half Peruvian and Karen half Paraguayan :3
Tricia knew spanish since she was a kid because they speak it a lot at home
Karen didn't, but she asked her brothers to teach her bc she's a cutie<3
Kevin and Kenny sharing a look like "yeah shes got a crush alright"
They began by teaching her the insults and slurs bc they're the stuff they know best 😭✨
ANYWAY yes tati-
Firkle is probably in the aroace spectrum tbh
And they'll keep being a goth their whole life that kid hardcore asf
Tricia plays soccer :3
Ike plays baseball (not hockey you guys trust)
Karen likes basketball but she doesn't really play
Firkle doesn't do shit lmfao just like me fr
Karen and Tricia being friends was the main reason Craig and Kenny reconnected tbh
Out of their siblings Tricia definitely has the best relationship with them
Ike loves Kyle a lot but yk... SLV Kyle. Yeah.
Karen got very pissed at Kenny at one point and... yeah SLV lore again 😭✨
Firkle is an only child lmfao it's just vibing 💯
Ike is a streamer and he collabs with Cartman sometimes :3
Cartman's community is a lot bigger than his own so he can use the promo lol
They genuinely enjoy hanging out too. Which weirds Kyle out so much 💀
The rest of tati show up in Ike's streams often too :3
cute little guys i love them so much<3
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daydreaming-en-pointe · 10 months ago
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•°. alive, back from the dead *࿐
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Pairing: Margo Kess (Spider-Byte) x fem!Reader
Type: Fanfic — Angst -> Fluff
Word count: 1.6k
Warnings: use of Y/N, cursing, maybe ooc Margo, me trying to figure out how to write Margo’s universe properly 😭
A/N: soz guys this is based off a t swift song 💔 ik margo would probably be her no.1 hater and proud of it but anyway
This love is good
This love is bad
This love is alive back from the dead (oh)
These hands had to let it go free, and
This love came back to me (oh)
This Love (Taylor Swift)
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“I want you to know this is not related to you at all. And I’m not breaking up with you, okay? I’m not.”
Her pre-recorded voice crackled through the speakers of your phone. She sounded slightly wobbly; had she been crying?
“This… isn’t something I can avoid. They need my help. I can’t ignore that. And I’m going - I mean, actually going. Believe me, I wish I could tell you more, but that would put you in danger, and…” A shaky sigh, then a few beats of patchy silence. “Please just… wait for me. I’m coming back. I promise. Don’t believe anyone who says otherwise.”
Another long breath, as if she was trying to stabilise herself, to hold together something that was falling apart. “I love you. Remember that. Remember…”
The message fizzled out with a few sharp scratches that made you wince. You stared at your phone for so long that the screen darkened and locked. This had to be a joke, right? Something that was so serious that she had to physically go be Spider-Woman, not operate as a virtual avatar that could be controlled from where she was at home — that couldn’t be real. Could it?
Though she wouldn’t joke about this. Wouldn’t joke about anything related to being Spider-Woman, lately. All jokes and sarcastic little quips about her secret vigilante identity had disappeared completely in the last few months.
And she kept missing dates left, right, and centre. You remembered one heated conversation on the phone about that, to which she had snapped, “I can’t help it if I’m needed to help prepare!”
When you questioned her about that, she had mumbled a hasty response (“I can’t tell you more. Baby, please, I know you’re pissed, but I love you too much to put you in danger…”) and cut the call.
That wasn’t a break-up excuse, right?
Right. She just had to… risk her life. With no explanation. No idea what she would be up against, probably, and clinging to the hope that she had prepared enough.
But she had asked you to wait.
So you would wait. And hope that she came back to you unscathed.
——————
3 months later.
“Bullshit,” You actually laughed the moment you saw the headlines on the news channel. Honestly, you wondered how the news reporter managed to look so solemn. “That’s obviously fake.”
Your friends shared a look, reaching towards you and gently squeezing your hand. “Y/N, we know this is difficult-”
“What’s difficult? It’s fake, isn’t it?” You stared expectantly at them, feeling your heart almost stop in its tracks as the realisation slowly dawned. “No, no, no, this is fake, it has to be. It’s not… not real.”
BREAKING NEWS: POLICE INVESTIGATION CONFIRMS SPIDER-WOMAN’S DEATH.
The block letters scrolling across the screen leered at you, obnoxiously large and taunting. Ha-ha, sorry. Guess you just lost someone you love, sucks to be you!
You realised you were tearing up as the words distorted into wavy, psychedelic shapes.
Without a word, you pushed yourself to your feet and locked yourself into your bathroom, sinking quietly to sit on the floor with your back against the wall. A quick glance at the counter made your heart ache even more; on the shelf next to the sink, rested a pair of small, purple bracelets, both hand-made by Margo. While the beads twinkled and shimmered like a normal bracelet, they weren’t actually there, simply an illusion emitted by a hologram chip on the inside of the cord.
You gently picked up the bracelets, staring at traces on the wall of the soft, pulsing glow that they gave off. If you closed your eyes, felt the faint warmth radiating off of the beads, you might just have been able to pretend that everything was alright. That she wasn’t—
“Y/N! You okay?”
Shit!
You flinched at the sharp, sudden call, dropping the bracelets onto the cold floor. Time seemed to slow down as you watched them fall with two harsh clacks on the marble. Surely they would be okay, right? They were holograms, the beads themselves couldn’t possibly break.
As if the universe was yelling out a giant fuck you, the emitter chip popped out of the cord and broke clean in half. The beads fizzled out with a soft pop. And just like that, of the most cherished gifts you had ever received - from your girlfriend, no less - was gone.
“Not anymore, no,” You muttered bitterly under your breath, swallowing back the sour taste and the lump beginning to form in your throat, all telltale signs that the waterworks would soon be beginning.
She was gone, leaving you to pick up the scattered pieces of yourself and figure out how to carry on living the rest of your life. Margo Kess was gone.
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5 months later.
You tried to force a polite smile and act like you were paying attention as the girl in front of you excitedly rattled off completely unrelated facts at light speed.
Partner projects were the worst. There was a time where it hadn’t been so bad, but that was when she had still been—
“Helloooo, earth to Y/N. Hey, are you even listening?”
Oh. “Right, yeah, of course I am,” You blinked at her, quickly disguising your glazed-over, bored-out-of-your-mind expression with a mask of fake interest.
“Well, good. So, about this particular version…” That was about as far as she got before you tuned her out again, gazing enviously out of the café window at the pedestrians and cyclists going about their day. Then you saw something that made you double-take so hard you thought your neck might break.
A flash of shimmery — no, almost glitchy — purple fabric. Hologram-like webs…
“I’m sorry, I have to go,” Your words tripped over each other as you pushed your chair away from the table, practically stalling flat on your face in your haste to get outside. The protests of your classmate went completely unheard by you as you burst out into the street.
“Ma-” You stopped yourself before you could call her real name out, scanning the sky for what you saw. “Spider-Woman! Spider…? Oh, Spider-Byte!” Goddamnit, keeping track of her many names was hard.
You glanced around wildly, beginning to lose hope as whole minutes ticked by agonisingly slowly. Passers-by gave you odd looks like you had lost your mind; and, well, you couldn’t really blame them. If a girl was standing alone outside a café and yelling a dead superhero’s name at the sky, you would think she had gone crazy too.
Then someone’s arms closed around you from behind, you were lifted off your feet, and your stomach dropped to the ground as you were swung through the air onto a roof.
You drew in a sharp inhale the moment your feet touched the ground, then relaxed. You definitely recognised that perfume.
She’s back, bitches, you thought proudly as you turned around and flung your arms around her neck, relishing the soft, amused chuckle she let out. She’s back and probably stronger than ever.
“Margo-”
“Shh. I know. I know. But I’m here now, and I’m fine. We’re all fine. We’re all-”
You cut her off by pressing the button right underneath her earlobe that you knew temporarily deactivated her whole mask, cupping her cheek and pressing a kiss to her lips. The whole thing was almost frenzied, how quickly you had to reassure yourself that this wasn’t just a wishful daydream, that this was real.
You tasted orange and vanilla chapstick, and when you pulled away you saw her lip gloss was smudged pretty badly. Well, that had to be real.
“Welcome back,” You murmured giddily, locking your arms around her again. Her eyes crinkled at the corners with how wide she was grinning. “Missed me that much, huh?”
“God, you have no idea.”
She let out a laugh and hugged you tighter. “Okay, let’s get back. I’m so hungry, I could kill for a bag of chips.”
“Wait, Margo.” The slight seriousness in your tone made her pull away to look into your eyes, raising her eyebrows in question. “Yeah?”
“Is this it? No more… whatever this was?”
She considered your question for a few seconds, letting out a long, slow sigh. “Sweetheart, something as bad as this will never happen again. I promise. We had to fake my death for a few months so that I could lie low and no one would suspect it was me hacking away at their firewalls. I… can’t promise that I will never have to go on a physical mission again, because the other Spiders sometimes need my help specifically, and honestly that’s quite an honour. But you will never, ever have to see headlines of another fake death of mine again. That I can promise.”
You scrunched your eyebrows together as you processed her answer. You were okay with that, you decided. Well, it wasn’t perfect, but hey — you and Margo weren’t that perfect either, and you had gotten as secure as you had because of communication and trust. So maybe you’d need to apply that to this scenario as well.
There was no playbook for loving someone like her, for waiting anxiously every time she swung off to save the city from whatever diabolical virus or villain decided to strike next. You just… had to make the right adjustments at halftime. Reassure yourself that she could handle most things they threw at her, and have faith in your girlfriend’s abilities.
“That’s good enough for me,” You announced, linking your arm with hers. “Now let’s go get some burgers, you must be hungry.”
“Oh, I’m absolutely starving.”
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wanderrlust0 · 1 year ago
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sorry i wont shut up about this but i feel so conflicted right now!!D; and maybe typing it all out will help???
and I highly suggest to not read this unless you want to be here for an hour reading nonsense LOL
im seeing my bestie friday so im gonna tell her everythinggg and get her opinion on all of this before i see him again in a few days.
i just started to hang out with a "new" friend but it makes my bf uncomfortable and idk what to do about it... and tbh im not going to stop being friends with them:/ ik that sounds kinda shitty on the surface but its like asking me to cut someone off right after getting to know them.
im gonna explain almost all of the context....
okay, so... 2020 was a ruff year. it was covid and quarantine. my mom was super super strict about it. once people began to hang out in small circles bc cdc said it was okay to, while still being careful, i was still not allowed to leave my house. i felt soso isolated and alone and it was def one of my lowest moments. me & my bf were basically in a long distance relationship.. or thats what it felt like. all we had was facetime. he started to hang out with his friend from school more often (i had stuff to say to him about that & its in another post). after a couple of months, my mom finally let us see each other.. but it had to be in my backyard only and we couldn't be close. it was okay at first but after a while we got bored and wanted more. he got impatient and petty about it. i understood where he was coming from but i was trying to be as optimistic as i could, even tho it was hard. its bc even for like the 1-2 hrs i got to see him, it made my day. (my friends were also starting to hangout in their backyards but i never told my mom bc i figured she wouldnt let me go.. but when i told her afterwards, she said she would have..??)
it was getting colder outside which made it harder for us to see each other. it was also just a sucky situation and it was creating some resentment. he wanted to talk with me on ft about it and i knew it would be serious. AND IT WAS. he did most of the talking and it was leading to a breakup. BUT (this is important) he couldnt for the life of him break up with me, let alone say the words.. SO.. he suggested that we do a break. neither of us have done that before but its obvious that it means its temporary and you use that time to figure things out and get some space (we DEFINITELY shouldve been clearer about it). he got emotional and i held mine in. he was saying all these good things about me and how he still wants me in his life and that we can get together again; that we would still talk everyday and be friends. at the time, weve been dating for about a year and a half. right after we hung up i bawled my eyes out and immediately facetimed my best friend in FL.
days go by and me and him are still talking everyday, only in a more friendly, platonic manner. eventually, he starts replying later and later, he turns off his location, and its like i feel forgotten about. im so used to knowing what hes doing that now it feels weird to not know and its hard to adapt to these changes.
I download tinder to find some FRIENDS to talk to (only for girls). he was barely talking to me and i was questioning our friendship relationship (situationship i guess). although i dont remember the details of my profile, i DEF made it clear that i was on there for making friends only. i had no intention of pursuing anyone for a relationship... bc i had my "bf" still. HE clearly went a diff route during our break....too much to unpack there but in the end, it just made him want to come back to me.
So.... Snow (that is their nickname ive given them for tumblr) was one of those people who i chatted with on tinder. theyre female but identify as they/them (i dont think they used those pronouns when we first started talking tho). they msgd first and our convo was actually really long-lasting so we followed each other on IG. (theyre also not the only one i've exchanged IG with so its not like i only gave it to them). Yes, I thought they were pretty when i swiped. sue me. i think many people are pretty. its just me acknowledging when someones aesthetically pleasing. eventually, we talked less and i also went on tinder less. After about a month into me and my bfs break, he begins to talk to me more like he used to. Then he asks if he can see me bc he missed me. Still cant leave my house with him but we hang out and its nice. HE ASKS ME IF I MET ANYONE NEW. i say no and hes like ...really?you sure? I ask him the same and he says no (while breaking eye contact,, literal red flag but i was blindsided). he tells me the truth over FT and that ruined me way more than i let on. (i think he's feeling a similar way now but for diff reasons)
we got back together after and the rest of the year (2021) was super fun. weve now been together for almost 4 1/2 years! since our BREAK NOT BREAKUP (not me @ ing him when he wont even see this) me and snow comment on each others IG posts now and again. for ex, ive said they looked so prettyyy & i would compliment their makeup skills. they would reply in a cute/flattery way. thats how they reply to comments. theyre also very embellished, like with emojis. theyve commented on my pics saying i look cute and hyping me up with compliments as well. it just turned into a natural, mutual thing; idk how else to describe it. its like having an online friend where you only interact thru the comments to show kindness. LOL IDK that sounds corny but yeah. girly things i guess. & then irl its so subdued.
so aside from the comments, we would react to each others stories like once in a blue moon. they posted about watching demon slayer so i said its a good anime. i posted me and my bfs halloween costumes and they said we looked so cute. fast fwd to the end of last yr... we said happy bday to each other and i brought up the idea of possibly hanging out one day if theyre down. so yes, i asked first. they said they would love to and that they were glad i asked bc they were too anxious to ask themselves (mood). im surprised at myself that i even asked but i guess i felt comfortable enough.
(i feel like im writing my own biography omg..) anyways, we get each others numbers and talk about our schedules. we were both very busy so nothing happened. we sporadically made small talk, as one does with their internet friend, over a couple of months. we talked on IG more & also thought about the plans for when we hang out. its now like almost summer and they text me asking if i was free last minute to hang out bc they were gonna be in my town but i was busy.
its now like a month later and i see them at the mall with their friend when i was with my bf. (i already spoke about this so i wont repeat it). after that day, we finally made a day to hang out. bf wasnt happy about it; i tried to reassure him; he saw and still sees them as someone to worry about; he thinks im gonna do something stupid and act out on any fantasies i may have. he knows im bi; he sees snow as someone who looks queer. he thinks that our intentions are to get closer to each other in a way that crosses a friendship.
he saw me listening to a playlist titled sapphic energy. it just consists of songs i enjoy by female artists and ive had that playlist for a long time now. i only edited the title.. but just now i switched it back to what it was before so thats ONE thing "fixed" to make him at ease.
he doesnt believe me when i tell him that my only intention and motive here is to make a good, new friendship. THATS ALL I WANT. AND THATS ALL SNOW WANTS. i can see how it can look like its more from an outside perspective bc of our IG comments but it was not like that in person at all!! it just felt like hanging out with a friend and introducing new things to each other like shows and foods. snow even made it clear that once someone is their friend, they cant see them any other way and that formed to protect their feelings. when we hung out there were literally no signs of feelings or anything that would cross boundaries. i didnt get that feeling i get when i have a crush and lose all my brain cells. by our second hang out we were past any awkwardness and it felt like a regular day out with a friend.
I did look cute that day but i always dress up!!! i dress up like every time i see my bf. i dress up for work. i dress up when im going out with friends. i enjoy fashion and makeup and looking pretty,,
last yr he was using bumble friends and he met up with a guy but they havent hung out since. ive helped him swipe on people before and i was okay with it, except when it was like an attractive girl.. would that be hypocritical of me tho?...idk. we def both get kinda jealous over these things. i can get territorial, like he is mine lol i am his. we would never be open or add a third and the thought of him befriending new females made me nervous. especially after what happened during our break. like idk, that still sticks with me and makes me think of bad feelings..and even more especially now after finding out about what he and his friend did.. but me feeling nervous about that is like what HE is feeling (T-T) I JUST DONT KNOW WHAT I CAN DO TO HELP AND IT SUCKS. i dont think i catch feelings easily. i dont get butterflies over people easily. im not an openly sexual person.
like. am i being unfair by continuing this friendship? snow doesnt know how he feels about us. idek if its worth telling but im gonna wait till more time passes and see how things go. would him hanging out with us make him feel better?? would it be too weird? he already doesnt like the idea of snow so how would he be in a room with them.
i wanna fast fwd to friday so i can tell my bestie about it and then fast fwd to sunday so i can see him. he is still not back to his usual self when we talk on snap. he tries to save serious confrontations for in person bc he sounds angry thru text so even tho itll make me nervous, i still wanna work this out so it doesnt ruin our relationship.
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thebreakfastgenie · 1 year ago
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for WIP asks the 4th of july fic.
and ik you were already quite generous with it but would love to hear anything else about 69
Sorry it took so long to get to this one! I was really excited about it and then I was either too busy or too tired to answer it properly!
The 4th of July fic my take on a time loop. It's contained within GFA. Hawkeye relives July 4th, 1953, over and over again, trying desperately to prevent tragedy on the bus, while no one else remembers. I was actually influenced a lot by Slaughterhouse-5, even though it's not a time loop. Billy Pilgrim is unstuck in time and sometimes that means he's living his post war life and wakes up back in the bombing of Dresden. That's certainly what PTSD can feel like. So I started thinking about how I could use a time loop as a narrative device.
The time loop takes the emotional experience of reliving a traumatic event over and over again in your mind, of being trapped in that moment, and makes it a physical one. A common component of time loop stories is that the protagonist must prevent something terrible from happening, and only when the bad outcome is averted will the loop be broken. This, too, reflects an emotional experience, the constant "what could I have done differently? how could I have stopped this?" Maybe the real time loop was the trauma we had along the way.
In this case, Hawkeye is trying to save the lives of everyone on the bus. I don't want to say too much about the loop, because part of the story is going to be figuring that out as Hawkeye does. Just as the loop is about trauma, breaking the time loop is about moving forward. This fic gets very heavy and dark towards the middle, but it's not a pure angst fic, it's just what the story requires. In the end I would say it's about choosing hope.
The idea is basically what if GFA was a time loop, and we only saw one iteration of it? That means it's fairly canon-compliant. I'm also trying to incorporate a lot of details from GFA. I can't share a snippet, but I'm hoping to finish it by July 4th, 70 years after the day it's set, so if I manage it you'll see it soon!
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I am more than happy to share more about untitled 69. I'm trying to motivate myself to work on it, at least once 4th of july is done. I had a ton of momentum on it a few months ago and then I got sick and it got left in this very chaotic, mid-draft-reorganization state. This fic was supposed to just open with Trapper at the reception for the new chief of thoracic surgery, where he meets Charles, but in true me fashion, I ended up getting into Trapper's homecoming and emotional state and in the process writing about a bunch of stuff that happened earlier. One thing I'm excited about is how Trapper relates (or doesn't) to his colleagues. He has one friend who's close enough to know about Hawkeye, because I needed someone to bounce Trapper off of in dialogue, and I really love the dynamic that developed between them. I don't think this snippet is as good as the last one, but:
Trapper tugged at his collar. He was having trouble breathing, though he knew that had more to do with the fog of cigarette smoke than the snugness of his tuxedo. If Louise were here, she would scold him—it had taken her ages to get his bowtie right—but she wasn’t here, so she could keep her comments to herself.  Louise hated these things almost as much as he did. Working class girls either grew up into women who loved glamor or hated it, and Louise had never seen any use for it. It was one of the things he loved best about her, and probably what drew him to the nurses in Korea, besides proximity—their short fingernails and practical attitudes. 
This is Trapper being miserable at the party (more on that later!) and me fleshing out both him and Louise a little bit.
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spoofaloofa · 5 months ago
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ooooo (not including years for anonymity purposes but this is in order)
-> FNAF was the first fandom I joined. Basic ik 😔 I never actually got really into it so if you ask me about the lore I will not be able to tell you 90% of it.
-> Okay I didn’t start doing fandom stuff online until about 2 months ago but I learned of its existence around this time so I’m gonna pop Descendants here. GOD I remember being so hyped for D3 and going to watch it with my squad of friends as a leaving party for one of them 😭 Night Falls, Its Goin’ Down, Chillin’ like a Villain and Whats My Name still hit hard. They have earned their spot in my musical playlist. (Also, I am proud to say I have been a Jaylos shipper since the womb. Although only recently did I consider Jarrlos. Back then I didn’t know polyamory existed)
-> BTS was a hell of a journey. Actually I don’t even know if this counts because I never interacted with the fandom online I just did a whole bunch of stuff to do with it with a small circle of friends.
-> Same with BTS, I never did anything online to do with Warrior Cats until way later in my life. So I ain’t sure if this counts but yeah Warrior Cats was a MASSIVE part of my life for ages omg. They could never make me hate you Hollyleaf
-> I didn’t play my first proper Pokemon game until maybe… 6 years ago? Before that I played Pokemon Legends (the fangame that came before Legends Arceus, which funnily enough also focused on Arceus) to DEATH. My Typhlosion was like level 112. It was insane. And I remember fixating on getting a 3Ds to play my first real pokemon game (Which would be Pokemon Sun) for SO LONG it was like the No.1 thing that mattered. I remember coming out of a SURGERY and immediately thinking and talking about Pokemon Sun to my parents. It was crazy. And when I finally got it it DID NOT DISAPPOINT AT ALL. Still my favourite Pokemon game of all time <3
-> MHA …yeah. I actually dk how well the fandom is doing these days but when I was in it it was. Undesirable to say the least.
-> Harry Potter. Okay this is a really problematic series but I still enjoy the story 😭 This is probably where I REALLY started getting deep into fandom culture. Quotev my beloved. You’re a real one for having 12 billion “YOUR HOGWARTS STORY *LONG RESULTS*” quizzes. Love ya (Past me was so real for being a Fred and George fan since the beginning of time. Am ashamed to say I had a Draco Malfoy phase though.)
-> Okay I am not making myself look any better with the X-Men (And Marvel in general). Peter Maximoff my beloved ily ily ily augeuegehhsjrb. Also Loki. What kind of user on tumblr would I be if I didn’t like Loki
-> HERE IT COMES….. Lord of the Rings. BUT I NEVER READ THE BOOKS. Am I a fake fan 😔 /j And what kind of self respecting soul would I be if I didn’t absolutely fold for Thranduil. BSHSHSHSJ IM SORRY I SEE LEE PACE AND I CRUMBLE TO BITS
-> The QSMP. I have no clue how I managed to do this without knowing any of the DSMP lore????? I mean I never really learned the lore of the QSMP anyways I just liked the characters 😭 If you somehow can find my old shadowbanned acc you’ll see some Foolish/Badboy doodles
-> And here it is folks, the grand entrance of the beloved: Octonauts! The very thing that brought me to Tumblr. I was getting into marine biology and I caught myself thinking of this show again and I thought “Ykw? Lets rewatch it. For nostalgia purposes” and then boom I have an emotional attachment to a pirate cat and his green rabbit friend. Its insane. This fandom is one of the best I have ever had the pleasure of being in. Everyone here is so sweet and talented and although there are few of us there is still so much content???? Its so insane y’all are dedicated frfr.
-> I think it was around this time when I started watching every single Wes Anderson movie I could get my hands on. Does this count as a fandom???? 😭
-> Phighting got me back into Roblox no doubt about that. But idk what even happened to make me stop playing I think I just. Lost interest 😭
-> GRISHAVERSE. I love this series to death words cannot explain how much I adore this series. Its such a masterpiece I love the absolutely insane amounts of symbolism in this that is tucked into corners of the book like literally everywhere no matter where you look. Its insane. Leigh is a wizard. Countless nights spent going “Just one more chapter” only to get an insane plot twist thrown at me. And then before I know it the book is finished 😭 Also I am 100% head over heels for Jesper Fahey and Nikolai Lantsov there is no two ways about it
-> I was pretty into One Piece for a while. I never actually got that far into it tho (Episode 50 around?) I practically spoiled the entire series for myself though so 😭 But Sanji ily bbg you’re still my favourite chef character like. ever.
oh dear god
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-> LOST has absolutely taken over my life. And I’m not even done with the series 😭 Im on season 3 rn and my god this show is fken brilliant. My mum introduced it to me when I asked her what the weirdest thing she’s ever watched was (I think I know what she means now) and I just. Absolutely fell flat on the floor because the pilot episodes are so fking good its so insane???? They instantly draw you in its crazy. The amount of times I have finished watching an episode with my jaw on the floor is not okay. I honestly cannot imagine watching this when it first aired because I think I would lose my mind waiting for the next episode 😭 Every single main character has a very special slot in the brain because they are all so. So very cool (Or maybe they are little weirdos. Which is good too) oh I physically need to hug Desmond Hume by the way I love that man so much aurguageuaguageuahgehdg,,, So far I’ve transmitted the Lost virus to one (1) other person (my best friend) so far and she’s losing her mind over Locke and Sawyer. She’s a real one for that. Another friend told me that if I watch Book of Mormon and ATLA I shall be repaid in Lost watching which is a hell of a deal. Oh also my homeroom teacher heard me talking about Lost and he was so shocked that I knew what it was and when he asked me for my favourite character and I answered with Desmond his face immediately turned into complete unsurprise (is that a word?) and he said very slowly and critically “Of course you like the Scottish man, you patriot”
-> I’ve lately been really into musical theatre, but my favourite has GOT to be Newsies. Every SINGLE one of the songs are bangers and all the characters are amazing. Special shoutout to Racetrack Higgins and Katherine Pulitzer my beloveds.
okay I’ll shut up now 😭
No tags. Open to anyone who wants to join in :P
Okay, i'm finally posting this
: ✦ What fandoms were most influential in you throughout your life?
((For me:))
🌙-2013
• PowerPuff Girls
• Bendy and the Ink Machine
• FNAF HS
• Eddsworld
• Hamilton
• Invasor Zim
• Henry Stickmin
• Cookie Run Kingdom
• Los Pilines/un SMP mas
✨-2024
LOVELY MUTUALS AND RANDOM PEOPLE I TAG TO DO THIS TOO BC YES
@anonymoosen @aceisew @ghoul-ish-art @spaceboibrainrot @sandman-0-zzz @laazytoaster @bonbon-rumbling @strawowoberry @momo-roo @circusfreakk @theautumnaldemon @verm1c1de @bonbon-rumbling @aroflowey @crazyufokid @nichiperi @deb-neb @felis-xd
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corpsedaydream · 4 years ago
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Can i uhhh request a headcannon/consept of corpse just carrying you around and picking you up -🐱
lets fucking gooooooo
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carry on
the first time
it’s quick and enough to leave ur mind wondering about what else he could do. you’re at his place and the both of u aren’t the best in the kitchen but tonight u decided to make a meal together. a learning experience. but ur getting a little restless and boy oh boy ur in a ‘i know i’m being really annoying but i just can’t stop being annoying’ mood. and so ur doing little things like poking his side. or when he asks u to retrieve something ur deliberately getting something else. but he’s had enough when he’s about to chop something and u decide on playing a game of chicken by whipping ur hand out over the chopping board. he’d place the knife down and suddenly his hands are on the sides of you and he’s hoisting u up on a part of the bench that’s close enough to still watch but far enough away that u can’t reach anything to keep pestering. “don’t move.” he’d tell u, along with a chaste kiss against the corner of ur mouth. and u listen. bc u knew u were being annoying as hell and also bc it’s the first time he’s ever really lifted u and ur a little thrown off but also excited.
koala cling
when u haven’t seen him in almost two months. and fuck did u miss him so much. you’d jump into him and if he wasn’t ready for it, the two of you would’ve fallen over. but he was so ready, because fuck, he missed you too. your arms would wrap so tightly around his neck and your ankles would cross behind him to lock your legs around his middle. his arms would link so unbreakably around your waist. but even if he was to let go, u wouldn’t go anywhere, u were clinging onto him for dear life.
the jellyfish sting
holy shit it took u so long to convince corpse to go to the beach with u. and of course the one day he finally agrees, it’s the day a jellyfish wraps itself around ur leg and stings u to hell and back. he would be sitting on a towel, not quite ready to venture into the ocean like u did right away. and it seemed he made the right choice bc it was only a few minutes later u were doing an awkward run out of the water and once you’d hit the shore you’d drop down and try to unravel the sea creature from around your leg. he’d hear your sounds of pain and hurry down and at first he’s really not sure what to do. but once he saw the red straps of pain that were quickly forming into welts on your skin, he’d scoop you up. one hand around your back and the other under your knees. he’s extra careful to not bump the stings. there’s no life guards around bc u came to a more secluded beach where not a lot of people went so he’d carry u to the car and place you inside ever so cautiously.
drunk
he’d gotten a call at 1am. actually, he’d gotten about five calls. the first four kept ending quickly bc ur drunken self would get distracted by one of ur fellow drunk friends saying something and you’d accidentally hang up on corpse. only to call him back a minute later. eventually, he’d come to learn the point of the call was wanting to be picked up. and so there u were in his passenger seat on the way home, drunkenly babbling about the antics u and ur friends had gotten up to. he was taking u back to his place bc it was closer. once u both got there, he lost patience with ur slow, drunk stumble kind of walk and instead, hoisted u up in his arms, deciding it was going to be the quicker and more safer way for u to make it to his front door.
over shoulder
ur both in chaotic yet playful moods. and it’s lead to a game of murder in the dark. corpse is too good at being it. each time he finds u, he gives u a scare bigger then the last. this time is no different. he’s spotted u and he’s creeping up ever so silently and when he’s within reach, he yells and uses his strength to lift you up over his shoulder. u yelp at the sudden fright, but laughs quickly follow as you dangle over him from where he’s placed u. “i don’t think murder in the dark is meant to be a contact sport.”
a piggy back
the sun is going down. the sky looks to be hand painted in pinks and oranges by mother nature herself. u were so distracted by the beautiful visuals that u hadn’t felt ur legs going to sleep in your cross legged position. it didn’t help that corpse was in front of u, leaning back against ur legs and front, sending them further into numbness. u were feeling too content, looking at one of your favourite things to look at and having one of your favourite people in your arms. he hops up first when the sunset is almost gone completely. turning to look at u with a questioning look when u don’t make any effort to move. “i will literally fall over and die.” u over dramatise. he laughs but then he’s crouching back down in front of u. “hop on.” and so u do. ur arms wrapping loosely around his neck and your legs hooking over his hips. he’d be sure to get a good grip on your thighs before standing to his full height, shuffling u up a little higher so u could lean comfortably against his back and leave some sweet kisses to the back of his neck.
splash
u could almost fall asleep in ur current position. sun baking was not good for ur skin, but u couldn’t deny that u loved the feeling of laying out by a pool and feeling the sun beaming down on u. that is until a familiar pair of arms are slinking around u and a familiar laugh is sounding out as u gasp in surprise at the sudden lift. “corpse, no-” but it was all so quick, the hold he had to lift u from ur sun baking spot is quickly gone as he instead tosses u right into the pool.
am baby
u were fast asleep on the couch. he knew this would happen. u only had two more episodes left of a show u were watching and u were positive u could stay awake for them. but there he found u after he showered, eyes closed, slow deep breaths leaving ur slightly parted lips, sleeping soundly and missing the episode u had assured him u were going to stay awake for. had the couch been a little bigger, he’d leave u there. but the two seater would cause u to awake feeling all stiff and sore. he turned off netflix first before concentrating on picking you up. “mmm, lemme’ sleep.” you’d whine out croakily, being stirred awake upon feeling his arms slip underneath you. “gotta get u to bed, baby.” he’d respond. “gonna pick u up, okay?” he’d give u a warning before making sure his arms were around ur relaxed body securely to lift u up safely. the movement would wake u a little more but you’d quickly find yourself now resting against corpse. your torso pressed against his as he held you like a baby. he’d be leaning back slightly to support your deadweight, sleepy self. a smile present on his face as he could feel your slow, deep breaths fan over his neck as u rested ur head on his shoulder as he carried u to bed.
playtime in bed
ik what ur thinking and stop it!!!! lmao. u were mindlessly watching instagram stories in bed when u came across someone doing acroyoga. “look,” u tilt ur phone screen towards corpse and he see’s the look on ur face. “we can’t do that.” “why?! it’ll be fun, let’s just try once.” and he rly struggles saying no to u when u get all excited and that’s how the two of u found urself in this position. him flat on his back with his arms stretched upright to where his hands held tightly onto yours. his legs were also up, his feet pressed into your hips as he started to lift u higher. “isn’t yoga meant to be relaxing?” he’d question, bc all he could focus on was not dropping you and it was stressing him out while u just found the whole thing too funny and couldn’t stop laughing. “lift me higher.”
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kreidewaltz · 4 years ago
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more than enough | k.t.
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pairing. kageyama tobio x f!reader
about. he's beating himself up because he didn't have the time to prepare. but his worries disappeared when you offered him a smile and said it's alright.
word count. 1.4k
genre & warnings. fluff. slight comfort. established relationship. timeskip. soft kageyama.
author's note. this is for @marviesss! happy birthday again bub ( ꈍᴗꈍ) ik we don’t always talk but i love it when we do :( sorry for the three day delay sobs i wanted it to make it perfect </3 also thanks to eva for beta-ing this kisses you !! pats myself on the back for posting another fic <3 
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"god, finally." kageyama sighs after as he cocks his head to the side. he opens his suffocating collar button. he fixes his dark blue long sleeve and rolls the sleeves while he admires his work on the dining table. he leans back on the counter and anxiously rub shapes on his legs, checking if the presentation is up to his standards. (you argue he sets himself up for failure and it was definitely a wrong move).
guilt forms in his chest, failing to cook your favorite food. before he could explode with frustration and throw things around the kitchen, which he knew you wouldn't appreciate, he called and ordered your favorite food. snapping out of his thoughts, he notices the baby pink envelope on the table so he slips it under your plate.
the heat he feels on his cheeks makes him curse under his breath. you messaged him twenty minutes ago that you're off work and can't wait to celebrate with him, your king as you quote so many damn times that the nickname is growing on him, for a different reason.
how are you so understanding? he thinks earlier when you just woke up, he brought you into his embrace and whispered happy birthday, love. both of you had indulged in the early mornings full of sweet murmurs in your ear, his hands gently running across your waist and giving you kisses on the forehead.
deep inside him, he wanted to skip practice, take the day off and face the consequences later. he wants to spend your birthday together and make it so memorable but reality said otherwise.
we're adults. kageyama sighs in distress after realizing that the teenage years, where you can have fun with your friends and be carefree, are over. he didn't realize he was drowning in his own thoughts, the loud knocks on his door making him tense, almost hitting his head on the top cabinet.
"tobio! the door is locked!" your sweet voice shouts from the other side and he hastily unlocks the door. he pulls you in his arms when he sees the lopsided smile on your face and whispers another happy birthday while burying his nose in your hair. he grabs your bag and puts it away, fidgeting with his fingers when you see the simple presentation. too simple, he comments in his head but he stops before his negative thoughts go for a drive.
"ah, happy birthday again- sorry i didn't prepare much, i hope you understand-" he rambles quickly while playing with his fingers behind his back. he fails to notice the genuine smile growing on your face. and if he were to cup your cheeks, he'd see the tears forming in your eyes, and you wipe them quickly before they fall. you walked in front of him before hugging him, locking your fingers and tightening your arms, feeling warm and lighthearted.
"babe, calm down. the fact you tried and did this… thank you." you say against his chest and you hope he hears you clearly. he runs his hand on your lower back while the other plays with your hair, partially relieved that you didn't demand for an extravagant celebration. he heard the sniffle you didn't mean to let out, and a chuckle leaves his lips. he didn't comment further and continued to draw shapes on your back, which melted you like a puddle.
"i ordered your favorite." he whispers after a few minutes of silence, you loudly peck both of his cheeks and giggle once you hear him murmuring idiot under his breath. you made yourself comfortable on the chair and started eating the food. you let out soft moans often because you haven't tasted this for a few months now, living off instant noodles even though the refrigerator is packed with all sorts of food.
"you're so sweet, writing me a letter." his eyes widened and he scrambled in his seat before standing up abruptly. he knocked his leg on the table leg in the process and you sent him a sympathetic look, but you waved the letter he wrote while squealing, your happiness leveling up if it was even possible.
"open it when i'm not around." he looks to the side and scratches the back of his neck. you nod too quickly before putting it on your bag, excited to spend time with your boyfriend. 
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"kags! tap it gently on your face." you scolded him while he still looks at you, brows furrowed cutely. after washing the pans and utensils stacked up in the sink for an hour (he got distracted by your dancing to your favorite song).
you're in the bathroom in your comfortable pajamas and you actually convinced your boyfriend to do your skincare routine together. although he has a different one with only a few steps, he'd like to try your products or spend time with you and always be near you but he can't say it out loud for now.
"alright." he leans to see his face in the mirror and attempts to copy you, tapping the cream on his face. after rubbing your face for a few minutes, you watch him in the reflection and see his lips slightly puckered while he taps his face. warmth blooms in your chest while watching him, your mind envisioning doing simple things together and making it memorable.
you squish his cheeks tightly to get his attention before you even out the cream on his face, and don't notice him smiling to himself because of your concentrated face—a pout on your soft lips, the deep furrow of your brows, and the occasional tsk when you do something wrong.
"all done baby!" you quickly clap your hands together in front of him, and both of you chuckle loud hearing the wet sound. he clings to your side and wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his head to your neck, the fluffy headband and his hair making you squirm in his embrace. you swipe your balm quickly before running your fingers through your hair, checking if there are knots before patting kageyama's head.
"babe… the bed." you whisper and tug his wrist and he groggily walks to the bed, the exhaustion after his practice settling on his body you noticed. you plop onto the bed and immediately grab the sheets, hovering it over your body, about to roll over to cuddle your boyfriend. yet he turns you around, covers you with the blanket and rests his hand on your stomach, tangles his leg over yours, clearly not wanting you to go anywhere. 
"happy birthday… i don’t know where to start,“ he mutters softly as if he’s talking to the air, afraid to break the intimacy and warmth of this moment. you don’t say anything and bury your head on the pillow, your heart pounding loudly in your chest because of your boyfriend’s touch and his low and groggy voice in your ear.
even after being together for a while, some things remained the same.
kageyama is devoted to drinking a glass of milk every night, even if he’s exasperated after his practice. his cheeks always turn red whenever you drop him a casual compliment while you’re talking. the way you always peck his lips many times before both of you go out, and a wide grin comes to your face and you touch your lips, as if you haven’t kissed him before. 
“i know we started off bad, we had this love-hate relationship in high school... but when we became third years, things changed. my feelings changed,” he stops for a moment, while you suddenly turn around and hide in his chest. his body is frozen when you move, but he cuddles you nonetheless.
“‘m really glad you also had a change of heart and decided to love me. even after seeing my other sides that i don’t like, you continued to love me.” he ends his little speech with a kiss on the top of your head and he moves you closer. he hears your sniffles and the way you fist his shirt tight.
he hears you say, “thank you… i love you so much.” and a smile appears on his face, content with your response and everything that happened. 
kageyama narrowed his eyes to check the time and he realized one thing. the clock hits midnight which ends your birthday.
but, he thinks to himself, he wouldn’t stop showing how grateful he is for you, and he’ll keep loving you until the end of time. 
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pixiecaps · 2 years ago
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I remember like, the first time I saw you. I hadn’t recognized your pfp, and after seeing it a few times on my dash I decided to click. After scrolling a bit, I came to the realization I had followed you on accident (something that happens plenty to me). I usually would’ve unfollowed, but you seemed just interesting enough for me not too. A few months later, I’m surprised when you follow me back, especially since I don’t make original posts, and am not ranboo-centric.
Nowadays, you’ve managed to become one of my favorite mutuals. I always get giddy when I see you in my notifications, and 90% of the time I make note to see what post you liked and/or reblogged. It’s the “I’m getting a good grade in reblogging, something that is both possible to achieve and normal to want.”
We aren’t close mutuals, though I definitely wouldn’t mind it. I’d love to send more asks, however I’m horrific at carrying conversations and also have some social anxiety that makes me nervous. I also don’t want to intrude, as previously mentioned we aren’t close mutuals, and I don’t want to be pushy or annoying, haha. And I would start by responding to some of the posts you make that expect responses, but I don’t refresh my dashboard enough to see them in time. And I don’t know if it’d be appropriate to ask for a discord, which I’m better at checking, because I know it’s usually used for friends.
All in all though, you are funny and witty, and I often to stop and read your posts when otherwise I’d scroll. I like your opinions when you do decide to get serious, and despite some non-common interests, you present them in such a way I can easily engage in anyways. I wish you lots of love and luck, take care of yourself, and keep your chin up, king!
(P.S. sorry for the rlly long message whoops, I hope I’m not too late to send this.)
helllooo anon i think this was for the ask game:0 im sorry i didnt see this hours ago im pretty sure you sent this around the time i went to sleep but yes hii hello!!
“interesting enough” LETS FUCKING GOOO. okay! i usually follow back people i’ve seen around a lot on dash or urls i recognize in my notifs!! i must have recognized you:)
thats so sweet thank you i appreciate it😭 also wanna thank you for sticking around the idea that you’ve grown to rlly be fond of me after accidentally following me is heartwarming
ah dude don’t worry about. look i started this blog because i had horrific social anxiety and my irls were encouraging me to make new friends!! so even though i was shaking and wanted to throw up (that bad ik) i started posting and slowly but surely it wasn’t as scary anymore. it takes time so you can take your time dont feel pressured to interact if you dont want to. that being said i don’t mind if people who arent “close mutuals” send an ask or dms me. you become a close mutual by doing these things ya know😭 oh!!!! you can ask for discord too!! all mutuals are allowed to :) i however suck at holding conversations too so be aware of that lmao
AW TY!! ehehe you like my takes🤭 genuinely though i try to stay away from discourse or serious topics cus it may come off intimidating and thats the last thing i want to come off as but im glad whenever i do make a few posts like that you found it easy to engage:) i will! i am trying my best to take care of myself and for u i shall hmmm i was gonna say go outside but i already have plans to do that so it’d be disingenuous. i’ll just drink a lot of water today 👍 omg have u ever noticed theres no water bottle emoji on ios. i wait every update to see if they added one but nope. i would use that emoji so much…
anon congrats on getting the award of longest ask ever sent BAHSJD i woke up and saw this and my eyes popped in a good way
( also adding this after i posted this. i know anons dont usually like their own asks to stay hidden so i need you to know you seem lovely:D )
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aremiies · 4 years ago
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DRUMMER BOY.
pairings: drummer!bakugou x gn!leadsinger!reader
warnings: swearing, fluff, incorrect!bakugou (i think), bad writing
other: band au. song prompt (i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys.)
notes: long over due part two, ik, ik. even though the first part of this was a fem!reader, i wanted to make this gn. ok thats it, enjoy <3
part one .
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not my gif !
it’s been less than a month after the bands gig at rolling red, and they’d all begged you to stay. after the performance, an owner of another lounge had asked for you guys to play at his establishment. of course, you all said yes and now you had three weeks until you played there. all had been going pretty well. you, mina and jirou were working on a new song to sing since you thought repetitiveness with your performances may give you a bad rep. the three of you sat in the break room of the music store brainstorming. it was quiet; the only sound being the soft tapping of the mechanical pencil on the notepad in front of you.
mina broke the somewhat silences when she threw her arms up in frustration, “ugh! i cant think of anything else!”
“yeah,” you nodded in agreement “neither can i...”
“okay, we’ve been thinking about this for a while, i think we deserve a break. c’mon let’s go see what the guys are doing.” jirou suggested after a few more moments. you and mina agreed, you placed the pencil down and proceeded to the front of the store where you saw kaminari, bakugou and kiri beginning to close.
“yo, guys!” mina greeted the three, “need any help?”
over the last two or so weeks, you’d come to love the pink haired girl. her positive, bubbly attitude was exactly the thing you needed in your life sometimes. she was a breath of fresh air when you were stressed, and always knew exactly what to say when you were upset.
kaminari, who’d been sweeping the floor, turned his attention to the three of you,”oh hey guys! you were so quiet back there i forgot about you.” he chuckled.
“he’s right. i kind of forgot you three were here. did you get any good lyrics down?” kirishima added as he finished sanitizing the instruments that’d been used throughout the day.
you sighed, “we got a few lines down, but for some reason we literally can’t think of anything.” you could hear bakugou’s “tch.” from his place by the front door.
“you think you need help?” kiri asked putting down the disinfectant wipes he’d been using.
“yeah actually, do you think you guys may be able to?” jirou asked the trio, to which they obviously agreed.
the six of you then made your way to the back practice room and shut the door, this was about the time you guys had rehearsals anyway, so you were right on schedule more or less.
“okay, so this is what we have so far,” you began, sliding the notepad in the middle of the table for everyone to see.
as the boys quickly read over the lyrics, you watched bakugou’s eyebrows furrow and un-furrow. you watched as he took his bottom lip in between his teeth as if he was thinking; deciphering the lyrics, wondering what they meant.
“well first of all,” the blonde mumbled under his breath, “this is actually... okay progress. you guys have gotten pretty far with lyrics for this to be a new song.”
“thank you!” mina beamed while you just smiled at his attempt at a compliment.
“so, i’m guessing this is a love song?” kirishima spoke up.
you went stiff when you heard kiri’s question. you wouldn’t say love, no, that would be way too strong of a word for your liking. you thought of it more of having a somewhat pining for someone you found attractive; in both ways, not just one.
you felt mina and jirou look over to you, waiting on you to answer. 
you let a nervous chuckle escape your lips, “w-well... i don’t know, i wouldn’t call it a love song-”
“oh, come on. the phrase ‘i wanna be yours’ ? that tells me everything i need to know honestly.” kaminari teased.
“no, no, it’s just.. no. it’s just a song.” you tried to explain.
“the lyrics are nothing short of what someone would write when they’re in love.” kiri joined in on the teasing.
“and if it’s just a song, why are the lyrics so heartfelt? these seem like you’re speaking from experience. who is it?” bakugou chimed in.
mina and jirou kept quiet, though they did have an idea or two as to who it was about. 
“okay, okay, first of all, love is way too strong of a word.” you rolled your eyes.”i prefer a somewhat attraction to said person.”
you felt your face get hotter and hotter with each second the five teens spent looking at you. so what if it was a love song? was it really that big of a deal; not that it really mattered, but you swore that if you had to endure another second of what seemed like judgmental silence, you were gonna combust.
“guys, leave the poor thing alone,” jirou and shook her head and put a hand on your shoulder.
you somewhat smiled in relief.
“let them be in love in peace!” you heard the girl finish with a teasing tone laced in her voice.
you rolled your eyes once more, “okay, okay! let’s just figure out some more lyrics.” the rest of the team agreed, scooting their chairs closer to the table as you all began to brainstorm.
 after half an hour of brainstorming and making a little more progress, bakugou spoke up, “wait- y/n, do you guys even know what you want the instrumental to sound like? do you have chords written down?” he raised a brow, waiting for your answer, though he already knew what you were going to say.
“uh.. no, we don’t, but we’re working on it.” you assured.
he gave a soft “mhm” before he tilted his head back and to the side before running a hand through his striking blonde hair, sliding the hand down to his cheek where he then began to rest his head in it. 
you watched his movements intently with your mouth slightly agape, wondering just how the hell someone could be so pretty. how he could manage to look so good doing the most mundane of things. asking yourself how could he be so mesmerizing without even trying. 
you snapped your mouth shut the second you saw his crimson eyes meet your (eye color) ones. you felt your mouth get abnormally dry as you watched him look you up and down before meeting your eyes again. you felt as if your heart was about to drop into the pit of your stomach, you were sure the others could hear it beating. it felt as if this moment had been going on for hours when it’d really only been about 15 seconds. you felt tingles flow throughout your body as you watched an almost unnoticeable smirk make it’s way across his lips. a smirk nobody else could’ve possibly seen unless they were staring at him as hard as you were. and that’s when you looked away, finally taking the liberty to compose yourself.
‘since when did any guy have this affect on me?’ you asked yourself.
when you finally zoned back in, you noticed the room was unusually quiet, you turned to look at the rest of the teens who were either focused on you, or bakugou.
oh. they noticed.
“the hell was that-?” mina spoke up, turning her head from bakugou to look over at you.
“were you guys speaking telepathically or some shit?” kaminari chimed in which earned a stifled laugh from kiri and jirou.
“staring contest.” bakugou said with a small smile patent on his lips, his eyes still trained on you features. 
you looked towards the boy once more upon hearing his voice, “yeah. exactly.”
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about an hour later everyone had decided that it was time for the six of you to go home and get some rest. you agreed, although you somewhat wanted to continue writing, considering you made little progress today. nonetheless, you grabbed your bag and made your way out the practice room. as you made your way to the front door, you noticed that among the rest of the teens, bakugou wasn’t there. 
you furrowed your brows and stopped before turning back around towards the practice room, “hold on guys, i think i’m gonna stay a bit longer.” you notified your friends. 
upon making it back to the practice rooms, you spotted bakugou sitting in the same spot, looking over the lyrics with a pencil in his hand. you watched as he would hum something before thinking it over and writing it down. it seemed that he already had an idea of what he wanted the song to sound like. he seemed content, and you found yourself sitting there for much longer than you had originally planned. 
“hey,” you piped up.
he looked towards the door to find you leaning against the frame, “what?”
“you okay? er... need any help?” you inquired, walking over to the table and taking a spot in the chair next to him.
“i mean, i guess... i kinda got a few more things down.” he shrugged as he slid the notepad over to you and let you read what he’d wrote down.
not to say that you’d underestimated the boy, but you didn’t think that he’d grasp the theme of the song this well; you just didn’t think that it was his type of song.
“you grasped this way better than i thought you would.” you said to him.
he raised a brow, “what’d you think? that i don’t understand feelings of infatuation? love?”
“oh... no, no, no that’s not what i was tying to say at all. i’m sorry if it came off that way.”
bakugou let out a small chuckle, “i’m joking, dumbass. i understand.”
it went silent for a second before you broke it, “so you understand what the song’s about?”
“of course i do, i’m not stupid. i just wanna know who it’s about.” he turned to look at you, “who’s it about?”
once again you felt your mouth get dry and your heard your heartbeat in your ears. you felt your hands get sweaty and-
“you don’t have to answer, y’know. i can see you getting nervous.”
you made a face that said “huh?” before you answered, “i’m not.” you lied. “besides, you keep asking me who it’s about, when i feel like you have a hunch...” 
he gave you a look before chuckling a bit and looking back to the notepad in front of you. though he looked confident, he was sweating bullets. every alarm in his head was going off saying that the song was about him, not that those alarms were wrong, but he kept on thinking ‘what if they are?’ 
like i said: they weren’t.
“and if i do?” he replied.
now it was your turn to seem confident, “i would tell you to tell me who you think it is.” you said as you rested your elbow on the table and gazed at him.
bakugou felt the tips of his ears turn the lightest shade of pink as his eyes set on you and your expression. did you have any idea what you did to this poor boy?
spoiler: you did.
the both of you stared at each other in silence, just as you’d did before. you waited for bakugou to answer you, while bakugou waited for the courage he needed to do so.
“y/n,” he began
“hm?”
“me?” 
you raised a brow, “what about you?” you asked, already knowing what he meant.
“ugh i- the song... is it about me?”
“let’s finish it and maybe you’ll find out.” you tilted your head and gave him a smile before grabbing the pencil from his hand.
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two weeks later and two days away from the gig, you and bakugou once again found yourselves in the company of just each other as you finalized the lyrics and chords to the song. 
“i really do like working with you.” you broke the silence the two of you were currently in.
bakugou nearly dropped the guitar he was sturmming, “huh? you mean like... the band?”
you shrugged, “i mean, yeah, them too, but when we stay after together? i really enjoy it.”
bakugou swallowed thickly. what was he supposed to say back? it’s not like he didn’t enjoy working one on one, quite frankly it was one of the only things he looked forward to in the day besides going home. 
“i know it’s kind of weird for me to say that, sor-”
“no.” he interrupted.
“what?”
“i mean, don’t apologize. i really like it too...” he mumbled.
a smile involuntarily made it’s way onto your face.
“also,” he continued, “your progress has been... really good... you’re doing a really good job and i just thought you should know that.”
“well that’s only because i had a really blunt, but amazing teacher to help me.” you smiled at him.
bakugou looked at you and your smile, his face softening at the sight.
since when did you become so pretty?
he spared you a glance and shook his head softly, your smile was utterly contagious.
“yeah, yeah. let’s just run through this; make sure everything’s where it needs to be.” he instructed, to which you nodded, grabbed your bass and walked over to him.
you sat down on the floor next to him then looked at him once again, waiting for his cue. bakugou looked back, having to compose himself before he got lost in your gaze.
he then gave you said cue, and the two of you strummed the beginning chords together. nothing except the comforting sounds of the notes filling the atmosphere around you two. and as the two of you continued, bakugou found a smile beginning to grow on his sharp features. he didn’t bother to try and stop it, either.
 why would he? he’d never thought that he’d enjoy these moments with you as much as he did. whenever you two would have these one on one’s, he felt as if time was of no essence; as if nothing and nobody else mattered except the two of you. by the time the song ended, the boy was full on grinning. 
“that was good!” you beamed at him, “what did you think?”
bakugou nodded, “you did- i mean we did great. it sounded amazing.”
“ready to go?” you asked as you began to pack up.
he nodded silently as he did the same.
“you don’t have to talk me home this time, i can tell you’re tired.” you told him before you exited.
“you sure?” he questioned. he would feel somewhat guilty if you were to walk home alone in the dark, but you assured him that it was okay. then, you bid your goodbye’s and you gave him a short hug, eventually the two of you locked up the store and parted ways.
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the night of the performance, you found yourself backstage with the rest of your friends and the people on stage wrapped up their set. 
“you guys nervous?” kaminari asked as he paced back and forth, he couldn’t seem to keep himself still.
“not gonna lie...” jirou began, “kinda... i mean, this place is much bigger than the last, and who knows who could be out there.”
mina perked up, “you’re right! that’s all the more reason to do our bests. we’ve all worked our asses off these past three weeks, and it shows. it doesn’t matter how good or bad someone else thinks we sound, because at the end of the day, nobody else’s opinion matters but ours. plus we sound fucking amazing, so fuck any and everybody who says we don’t.”
“mina is right. we’ve all made amazing progress, and we sound amazing,” bakugou spoke up, “there’s no reason to be nervous. so... just don’t fuck it up on the day it actually counts.”
a couple of laughs were shared at bakugou’s attempt at a pep talk, and then, as if on cue, your band name was announced onstage, signalling for you all to come on out. you looked over at bakugou, who for some reason was already looking at you, and smiled and encouraging smile. one to which his face couldn’t help but soften at.
when the six of you made it to the front stage, there was a welcoming applause. you all waved at the faces in the crowd before taking your places and getting everything set.
moments later, you were ready, and bakugou was giving his famous drummer count off.
the beat was slow and comforting. you could hear each note that everyone was playing perfectly. you swayed to the sound the instruments made while simultaneously trying to keep the note up on your own. then, you took a step toward the microphone and began to sing the first lyrics. 
your voice come out smooth, as if it was some type of silk. although you were nervous as shit, you made it seem effortless. with mina and jirou’s supporting vocals in the background, everything sounded heavenly; just as you knew it would.
bakugou however, could only focus on the sound of your voice. he couldn’t hear anything else but the sound of you singing. in his eyes, nobody else was in the room besides you and him, and he swore thinking about the current situation in that way made him less nervous. watching you sway left and right as the next lyrics rolled off your tongue readily with your eyes closed and the stage lights shining on you just right? you looked incredible.
“secrets i have held in my heart, are harder to hide than i thought. maybe, i just wanna be yours,”
the sirens in the blonde boys head were once again going crazy, and as he leaned up to his mic for leading vocals, he felt as if his heart was going to beat out of his chest. he was absolutely positive that everyone in the audience could see how hard he was staring at you.
the thoughts of your one on one’s, your smile and you in general swarmed his thoughts, and by this point, he wanted nothing more than to be yours and yours only.
“ i wanna be your setting lotion, hold your hair in deep devotion. at least as deep as the pacific ocean; i wanna be yours.”
the whole time you sang, you felt eyes boring into the back of your head, but you knew who it was. bakugou staring at you as if you might disappear if he looked away may or may not have put a tinge of confidence in your play style as well as the way you sang.
oh, and the crowd? they loved it.
the loved the song, they loved the way you all played. you all could tell they were really enjoying this.
soon the song ended and the audience gave you the applause you all deserved. you grinned as you all made your ways backstage where you all joined in a group hug. 
“oh, y/n you did great !” kirishima complimented you, putting a hand on your shoulder. 
“me?! you guys sounded amazing, don’t give me all the credit !” you gushed.
eventually, the group dispersed, and bakugou saw this as his chance to approach you. he was sweating, and he had no idea if it was because of the stuffiness of the air backstage or if he was genuinely nervous about what he was planning on doing. “y/n,” he started.
you looked up from your phone, eyes brightening as they made contact with bakugou’s own, “oh, bakugou, you did really good out there y’know? you were the main one i heard when you guys did the back-up vocals. you sounded amazing.” you praised.
“oh shut up, it was all you. your voice is gorgeous, y’know.” he stated. 
you felt your cheeks heat up at his words, something about bakugou complimenting you in such a way made you feel warm inside, “thank you. that means alot coming from you.”
“i- uh... i still have one question...” the boy quipped
“go on.”
“who? who was the song about... you never told me.”
you felt a small smirk find it’s way onto your lips, “and who did you say you thought the song was about?”
bakugou swallowed hardly, “m- me.” he said, clearing his throat mid-way through.
“and what if i told you it was?” you implied, inching your face closer to his.
you watched bakugou’s cheeks turn pink before he replied, “i’d say... i wanna be yours.”
you took that as your invite to connect your lips together. the moment bakugou felt your warm lips on his, he didn’t waste another second before he kissed you back. you ran a hand up the back of his head as the kiss continued, and bakugou swore he was in heaven.
once you broke away, you looked at him with a teasing smile, “you be mine, and i’ll be yours?”
“deal.”
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i had absolutely no idea ho to end this, but i hope you enjoyed <3
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frozensriracha · 4 years ago
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💙🖤Fluffy Eyeless Jack Headcanons🖤💙
AW YEAH SEXY DEMON MAN TIME YOU GUYS
he’s 6’8, built like a greek god, and could bench press you
also the most well-kept of the male pastas
showers every day, brushes and flosses his teeth 2-3 times a day (likely due to the others’ complaints about kidney breath,) wears deodorant, and does his laundry on the regular
one of slender’s secret favorites without trying
he can play the acoustic guitar! he first learned late in high school to impress a girl, and later joined a band with a couple of his buddies. he’s memorized where the strings and tuning pegs are and still knows a couple of songs, and sometimes he’ll play a song for the pastas
ej, jane, hoodie, and masky are workout buddies! sometimes they go for a run or hike in slender forest together and they occasionally pack a lunch and eat together
in school, he was that one kid everyone asked to copy the homework of
because he’s a good influence, he just helped them with it, maybe let his buds copy a problem or two they were really stuck on
however, if he really hated a person and they asked him to copy his homework, he’d get an extra copy of the work from the teacher, fill it out all wrong, and let them copy that one while his real homework was safely tucked away in his backpack
he’s not very proud of it but at the same time he has no regrets
you guys,,, ej is a big softie for dogs
not only has he joined masky in convincing slender to get some proxy attack dogs to baby and call good boys/girls, but he discovered a female hellhound and started feeding her. he named her artemis, and she’s good friends with seedeater
she recently had a litter of 4 or so puppies, and he helped deliver them, and sally got to name them
on that note, he is very sweet to sally, will 100% scare the pastas into coming to her tea party and wear a tutu for her (and maybe brimg cookies)
he’s not one for pranks and stupidity, but he is passive-aggressive as fuck
once, one of ej’s victims had prepared a lovely rare steak with roasted veggies and buttery dinner rolls, and having not had a home cooked meal in a long time (and living off kidneys, ramen, and black coffee,) ej helped himself and brought the rest home hoping to have it for lunch the next day. well, he’d made the mistake of putting it in the communal fridge and jeff ate it all. come christmastime, ej got jeff for secret santa, and so he made a rare steak, roasted veggies, and buttery dinner rolls and put it in jeff’s stocking since he clearly loves it so much.
moral of the story: don’t touch a broke young adult’s leftovers. we will fuck. you. up.
yes yes ik i’m technically 2 1/2 months away from adulthood but still don’t mess with my leftovers >:((
likes horror, sci-fi, and sometimes mystery novels along with nonfiction books (usually about biology but sometimes cody recommends a good chemistry journal) and has a large collection of them in braille and a lot of audiobooks downloaded onto his phone
he also listens to podcasts, his favorites are ologies and welcome to night vale (both fantastic, check them out!)
he and cody are science buddies, sometimes they conduct experiments together
loves heat, HATES the cold, if slender has a fire in the fireplace he spreads out in front of the fire and will not move until some of the pastas pluck up the courage to move him.
he has three tongues, one main one and two longer, thinner side ones, both of which are bifurcated like a snake’s. the main one is pierced, and he once tried to pierce the others so they matched. it didn’t end great, but it could have ended much worse.
the mom friend and voice of reason among the pastas, usually the designated driver if they go out together
that being said, he does have a rather,,,, feral side
once, toby came down for a glass of water in the middle of the night and he found ej devouring poptarts, wrapper and all. when he saw toby shining his flashlight on him, he hissed and flew up to the top of the fridge
they agreed never to talk about it
uses echolocation to hunt
ok, hot take: ej has a tail. it’s kind of like a cow’s tail, but it’s gray with a tuft of brown-auburn hair at the end and six and a half feet long
he also has pawlike hands and feet with claws, which he sometimes paints black
he can be summoned with “pspspspspspsps”
despite all the paranormal goings-on around him and being host to a demon, he remains stubbornly logical
he has tattoos on his chest and arms that look kind of like this:
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he makes nests! he has an ass-ton of blankets and pillows and a few stuffed animals that
if he’s comfy enough with someone, he’ll invite them into his nest and snuggle them ^_^
but only if they’re okay with it because CONSENT IS FUCKING IMPORTANT
he has a few demon host friends in hell that he visits via the hell portal near slender mansion (see slenderman general headcanons +mansion au headcanons to see what i’m talking about), they’ve all bonded over their demons’ mutual bullshit
and speaking of his demon’s bullshit, there’s a rather,,,,,,,,,, interesting crackship i have involving chernabog
you see, the nightwraith is also possessed by a demon: the heart of darkness. after a weird ass roleplay with someone some years ago, i started shipping the two demons. ej and nighty, however, are not together in my canon, and they don’t really appreciate it when their demons make out with each other and they’re both standing there awkwardly like 5 feet away
they’ve tried to break up their demons before, but they’ve not been successful so they’ve stopped trying and just kinda sit there and play go fish or smth while cherna and the heart smooch
god i could go on about that ship but that’s a post for another day
i could also go on about ej but i probably shouldn’t please stop me i’m procrastinating again
or don’t. ej’s amazing
@hell-isnt-that-hot @blue-mask-boii COME GET YALL JUICE >:))
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alivehouse · 7 years ago
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anyway finished decoding what i could of my 3rd (maybe 4th??) grade diary and some items of note include:
endless complaints about gym class (still relatable) 
a surprisingly thorough record of everyone who annoyed me over the course of several months, the word ‘annoying’ almost always misspelled 
a list of common body language hints that someone is lying, i dont know who was lying to me often enough for me to think this list was necessary but uh ok 
“uggs are UGGly”
apparently i was pretty convinced i could channel the spirit of john lennon at some point
a passage about how happy i was about being ‘bffs’ with this girl despite her wanting to keep quiet about it, complete with little heart doodles, quickly followed by a passage that just said ‘i dont have a crush’ like yeah sure you dont you fucking lesbian
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haijimee · 4 years ago
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authors note: I thought of this fic while high ah 4am, bare with me. Yes I usually write x reader but let me have this.
Fantasy AU Iwaoi— slight angst?
also yes ik Oikawa isn’t that clingy and reliable on iwaizumi, but this is just a fanfic. Ong I don’t want to get attacked for writing abt two fictional boys in love thx.
(Sorry for the lame ass cover I’m rlly tired.)
(unedited - not proofread)
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MY IWA-CHAN ♡
by haijimee
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— OIKAWA TOORU was jealous. So unbearably jealous. So jealous that his Iwa-chan, yes HIS. His Iwa-chan was walking around with that stupid rag-tag group of heroes to try and “defeat him.” How could this have happened? Everything between them was perfectly fine until that night.
That night..
Oikawa had a map spread across his desk in his lavish room, as Iwaizumi leaned over his shoulder to see it.
“So..what is this?” Iwaizumi asked, and Oikawa smiled.
“It’s my plan! All the little red pins are the kingdoms we’ll take over!” He chirped, as the map had red pins on every kingdom. Iwaizumi’s eyes narrowed.
“What happens if the kingdoms resist? Will anyone get hurt?” He asked, and Oikawa laughed in his head. Silly Iwa-chan didn’t know anything about taking over!
“Well duh, if they rebel we kill them!” He said, as if it was nothing. Iwaizumi stared at him in shock.
“But, Seijoh is on here, where our friends live! They’re not going to take kindly to someone trying to take them over!” He said, his eyes wide as he slammed his hand on Seijoh Kingdom on their map. Oikawa tutted, rolling his eyes.
“They have to bow down to us Iwa-chan. Whether they want to or not.” He said, and there was a short silence.
Iwaizumi broke it, his voice cold and quick as he spat,“Not us. You. I’m leaving.”
“What..?” Oikawa looked at him, smiling in disbelief. Leaving? No, Iwa-chan would never-
“You’re not the Oikawa I’m loyal too. You’ve lost it. When you finally come to your senses and become yourself again, come find me. Bye.” He spoke quickly, and Oikawa didn’t even realize he was gone until he heard the door slam, and then another door. The sound of drawers being pulled and things shoved in a bag, then the sound of the castle drawbridge going down. Finally, the neigh of a horse and the sound of galloping.
Leaving. Oikawa choked on the thought, as he ran to the nearest window. He saw his Iwa-chan riding off on a white horse, not even stopping to look back.
No. No no no no no no- Oikawa couldn’t believe it. No, his Iwa-chan would never leave him. He promised. He never broke promises, no, this wasn’t true.
He was gasping for breath, it wasn’t true. It was a hallucination of course. Of course. Some trick played by Kuroo or Bokuto. That was it.
He ran to Iwaizumis room, pounding on the door as he yelled his name.
“Iwa-chan! Iwa-chan open up this isn’t funny!” He cried, panicking. He rammed himself into the door and it gave in. He stood in shock as he looked around. The room was a mess! There were clothes everywhere, his drawers were empty and his wall of weapons was empty as well.
No.
Panic swallowed Oikawa as he stumbled back into his room, falling to his knees as he struggled to breathe. Hot tears burned his eyes and he tried so hard not to cry but gave in, covering his face with his hands as he cried. His body shook as it was racked with painful sobs.
As he finished his throat was raw from crying, and tears still slipped from his eyes and down his cheeks.
“Iwa..*hic*..chan...” he sobbed, as snot dripped from his nose and his eyes were red and puffy. He didn’t like this. He didn’t. How could this have happened? Why? Why did Iwa-chan leave him?
Months later Oikawa sat watching the crystal ball as he did everyday. He watched with an annoyed glare as Iwa-chan bumbled around with those loser heroes. The weird wizard Kenma, the creepily quiet giant Aone, the strange eyed elf Akaashi, the annoying short little knight Hinata...and Tobio-kun..
He felt disgust flow through him as he cringed at the thought. How could Iwa-chan leave him for...for TOBIO? He couldn’t understand it.
He watched as the group sat around a campfire, telling jokes and stories and completely unaware that they were being watched. Oikawa felt his heart pound and a soft smile cross his face as he watched Iwaizumis barking laugh and smile, the one that made his eyes close and his cheeks be so upturned it creases his eyes. It was Oikawas smile. He was the only one supposed to see it. Bitterness nipped at his heart as he realized that.
As he came back from his daze and looked back at the crystal ball he felt anger boil in his veins, his nails digging into his palms at the sight.
Little Tobio-kun tapping Iwaizumi on the shoulder, asking something softly as Iwaizumi stood up. He said something and Iwaizumi made that smile again, before hugging Tobio. Close.
Oikawa was shaking with rage as he watched. And that dirty Tobio had the audacity to bury his head in Iwaizums shoulders.
Get off him, get off him, get off him. His mind chanted as he stared. This brat was getting on his nerves. Oikawa felt jealousy burning in his gut. It should be him. He should be hugging Iwaizumi and burying his head in his shoulder. Feeling that immense body warmth and those strong arms wrapping around him. Whispering words of encouragement. To him. Not Tobio. It should be him.
Present day, Oikawa sat atop the pile of stone rubble that was his castle, as he put his elbow on his knee and cupped his chin. He watched in disgust as everyone else got their happy endings. Even stupid Kuroo and Bokuto.
Kuroo was hugging his childhood friend, who was in fact Kenma the weird wizard. Bokuto was spinning around, the strange elf Akaashi in his arms. He only stopped for a few seconds to hug Akaashi and squish their cheeks together. Akaashi looked happy as a clam. It made Oikawa want to puke.
That quiet giant Aone was beet red as a flirty tree nymph named Futakuchi blabbered about how strong Aone was. Gross. And stupid stupid Tobio-kun was with little knight Hinata, who was jumping around like an idiot.
Oikawa was so jealous. Everyone else got what they wanted it wasn’t fair it wasn’t-
“Oi are you going to keep brooding or get up?” A voice asked. He froze, looking up as the sun almost blinded him, but the shadow in front of it was something he so longed to see.
“Iwa-chan...” he whispered, his red eyes staring into those lime green ones. He was here. Iwa-chan. His Iwa-chan!
“You finally came to your senses, huh?” Iwaizumi laughed, giving that eye creasing big smile. He reached out his hand and Oikawa almost fell trying to grab it, standing up as he looked at Iwaizumi. “You look like shit.” Iwaizumi said, smirking.
Oikawa couldn’t take it, he leaped, practically sobbing as he tackled Iwaizumi.
“IWA-CHANNNNN!!” He cried, as Iwaizumi howled as he fell. Oikawa had his arms wrapped around his knights waist, sobbing and blubbering as he tried to hold Iwaizumi as close as possible. “Iwa-chan please don’t ever ever leave me again!! I’m sorry I’m really sorry I’m so dumb please stay with me!!” He begged, apologizing and crying.
Iwaizumi sat rigid, before barking out a laugh.
“Shittykawa that was a one time thing. I made a promise remember!” He said, and Oikawa stared at him, “but if you ever let your ego get that big again I won’t come back next time!” Iwaizumi growled, pinching Oikawas cheek.
Oikawa whined, sitting up as he hugged Iwaizumi properly. His arms wrapped around Iwaizumis neck, his face buried in his shoulder. Iwaizumi was frozen, before melting. He wrapped his strong arms around Oikawas back, softly leaning his head on Oikawa’s.
“Iwa-chan don’t ever hug anyone like this again Okay? Only me. I’m the only one who gets to see your smile too. Those things belong to me..” he mumbled, and Iwaizumis face grew hot, a red blush spreading across his face.
“Hey Stupidkawa are you screwing with me-“
“And You. You belong to me too.!And I belong to you. You’re the only one who gets my hugs and dumb smiles. That’s how it works.” Oikawa said softly, hiding his pink face.
Iwaizumi said nothing, just held the demon a little tighter, inhaling his scent of burnt caramel and charcoal. Oikawa smiled as he buried his head into Iwaizumis neck, feeling the warm skin against his cold cheek.
My Iwa-chan...
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taechaos · 3 years ago
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Idea series oc sneaking Tae in the house after he had big fight with his father about something (your choice if it's smutty or fluff or angsty) with a peek of a vurberable Tae? Honestly i think he would change the topic as soon as he started it and prob with sex.
Anyway I'm really interest in their family dynamic since I remember don't know if it was in part one or two that you mention they have really religious parents? And seeing how harsh their dad is with Taehyung it have me wondering how is his relationship with the mother and ocs with both parents, despite everything the seem really distant from their kids, maybe thats why Tae and YN find comfort in each other. OC is the first real bond Tae made with someone so maybe that's the reason of his fear of being replaced and his obsession with her, and ocs mother probably don't pay that much attention to her so that's why even after the incident she still want him to be there. At this point I'm just rambling I'm sorry. And this ask is all over the place, started with a request and ended questioning characters life 💀💀. Sorry hehe.
when i read this yesterday i was literally blown away by this like hOLY shit your analysis is so in-depth at first i was like damn do my characters have more than oNE DIMENSION?? WHICH IS RLY FLATTERING BUT I THINK ITS JUST UR WORDS THAT MADE ME SOUND SMART 💀💀💀 the ending is chef's kiss tho made me bust a lung SHFJJD thank you so much for taking the time to write this its honestly so fucking amazing. hopefully u can see more of their family dynamic in this drabble :)
Rays of sunlight slither through the cracks in the blinds of the living room, allowing Taehyung's father enough light to scan the newspaper he holds in his hand, with the musical, happy chirping of mockingbirds filling in the silence. All of these beautiful signs of nature and peaceful rotation of the earth makes Taehyung tense up even more.
The moment he got back home from buying drugs, his father greeted him in monotone with a, "would you sit with me for a moment?" and he hasn't spoken since. The zipperbag in his pocket crinkles every time he shifts in his seat, making him cringe momentarily before he starts nervously fidgeting again.
This is so awkward and yet equivalent to hearing: we need to talk. God, why is he so silent?
Clearing his throat, Taehyung stands just as his father flips a page with a lick of his thumb. "I'm going to my room really quick."
"No."
"Oh." When will his step-mother return? She's his only hope as he sits down while avoiding looking at his father, whose gaze is set on the black and white printed pages.
It's only a minute later when he talks without diverting his gaze.
"Your sister is in her room, researching her major to get a headstart on a typical syllabus."
"Smart," he comments with disinterest and nibbles on his upper lip.
"Taehyung, how was your attendance in college?" he folds the newspaper and curiously peeks at his son, who is doing a poor job at hiding his nerves.
"It was alright–"
"Lying is a sin, son," his movements are aristocratic when he leans his chin on his fist. "Don't lie."
"I'm not," he stammers and his eyes flicker, "it was bad at the beginning of the year, but I fixed it."
His father pinches the bridge of nose where his frames lie. "I love your sister, Taehyung," he sighs and takes off his glasses, "I want her to do well. I've given up on you, but her? She can accomplish great things if you're not there to influence her. You're a bad influence. Are you following me?"
Taehyung nods dumbly with a racing heart before registering his words and shaking his head. "What?" he blurts. "I used to help her with her homework all the time–"
"You were home once every month."
"Just because you didn't see me doesn't mean I didn't see her," he coldly says. That's not entirely accurate, but it is true that he saw you more than he saw his parents before he started living here again. For you.
His father is taken aback, offended as he scoffs, "You avoided me and your mother, and yet have the face to stay in our home?" He stands up and passes the coffee table that was Taehyung's only barrier to hover over him with distance. "I expected so much more from you, but you can't even do the bare minimum. An adult without a stable job, respectable girlfriend, and embarrassing grades. I'm ashamed to have raised such a boy, for I can't even call you a man."
Taehyung abruptly stands but he continues, "If you can't even pay rent, go back to that landfill you came from."
"I have to pay rent to live with my family?" He's livid and his hands shake by his sides; they're taking you away from him because what? He isn't the son they wanted him to be?
"You've made it clear that the only thing keeping you here is my daughter," he blindly points at the closed door of your room, "and you will have to try much harder to see her again. Get your life together, and you can come back."
Taehyung's face is heated with anger from the injustice. "What the fuck?! This is such bullshit; you're kicking me out?"
His father frowns at his language, growling, "Taehyung! I will not let you drag her down that path with you. When you stop destroying everything you touch, I'll gladly let you live here."
Destroy? He hasn't done any harm to anyone—especially not you. He knows he's self-destructive, but it doesn't extend to his environment. If he fails, it's his failure, but his father takes it personally instead of encouraging him to do better.
The importance of reputation and success in this family enrages him; he's aware that he's not much of an affectionate person either, but a little love wouldn't hurt to witness in the household.
Instead of defending himself or speaking his mind, he obliges bitterly.
"You need to get laid," are his last words before he slams the door and opens the zipper bag to pop a pill. Ecstasy isn't so fun when you're not around, but he can use the distraction. It's been a bad day.
He flips off a stray cat idling around the garden before casually leaving the property.
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Studying isn't fun for you, never has been, never will be. Though you hate every second of it, it does give you something to do to make time pass faster. You've been tutoring yourself about things you'll learn sooner or later anyway, but you guess it doesn't hurt to have to study less when the time comes.
You check the time. It's approaching night at 9 PM, and your father wouldn't protest against a break now, hopefully. He only suggested that you should start studying, but you know what his suggestions really mean.
Do it, or get shamed into doing it with subtle glances.
As if that isn't enough, he constantly checked up on you throughout the day. He wasn't exactly giving you a choice, which irks you.
But that's done and over with, and there's a more pressing matter at hand: where is Taehyung? You heard bits and pieces of the argument, but you couldn't get the whole scoop. You worry he's going to go back to his old habits of never being here, rarely seeing you. He would've been hanging out with you six hours ago out of routine... It can't just be you being clingy. Something happened.
You: are you coming home tonight?
The response takes a few minutes.
taehyung: nop
taehyung: but i am coming to ur room
taehyung: cuz ik u cant sleep without me 😖
You: actually the opposite but ok lol
You: when are you coming
taehyung: whenever u want uwu
You: uwu...?
You: just come before it gets too late
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So that was a lie. It's 1 AM and still no word from Taehyung. Okay, maybe you're just being clingy now, but it's unlike him not to be clingy. Maybe he wanted to cool off for a long time after his tak with your step-dad, or simply wanted to hang out with his friends after spending all of his time with you.
That makes sense. What doesn't is the slide of your window and shuffling of your curtains. You instantly sit up in your bed and clutch your blanket closer. You watch a silhouette enter your room as you pick up your limp, your tense muscles relaxing only when you recognize the intruder. You put down the lamp with a click of your tongue, ignoring the relief in your pounding heart.
"Hey," he stupidly grins at you. He looks disheveled, clothes untucked and wrinkled, and from the little light you have, you can see his redshot eyes.
"There's also the door," you remark sassily. "Are you um... high?"
He shrugs and crawls in your bed, dismissive as usual. You both make an effort to keep your voices quiet.
"I talked to mom earlier," you ease into the discussion until he butts in.
"That's great."
You roll your eyes and prop an elbow to look down at him. His head lies on his hands while staring at you, mood strangely upbeat. He's definitely high.
"She was a little sad about something, and I know it involves you. I heard you talking to–" You're interrupted with a lingering peck, a little rough in its force but not unwelcomed.
"I've missed kissing you. Shouldn't you be asleep, by the way?"
Recovering from the unexpected attack, you reply, "It's not that late. I don't have to wake up early."
"You shouldn't ruin your sleep schedule," he tucks a hair strand behind your ear without taking his eyes off of you. "Staying up is hard to stop once you start."
"Yeah, you're a great example," you joke with a quiet giggle. Whispering with him feels intimate in a heart fluttering way. His heart pangs with a feeling he can't put a finger on. "You didn't answer my question."
"Hm?"
"Don't play dumb, I'm really curious. What happened with dad?"
"A lot of things happen with dad," he shrugs, "sometimes we play catch–"
"Taehyung," you give him a pointed look, and he giggles.
"You're right, he'd never play catch with me." He groans as he stretches in your bed before trapping you with his arms on either side of you in one motion. You don't know what he's trying to do, but you watch him above you in amusement. "No offence, but when is your mom not sad when my dad is around?" he laughs with a huff.
"That's rude, Tae," you remark seriously, "she's happy when you're around."
Taehyung's smile falters like yours, his happy guise crumbling when he says, "Are you?"
"Pfft," you roll your eyes, "What do you think? I was up waiting for you."
Ah. That's not a very good influence.
"I'm here now," he whispers, "go to sleep. It's okay, I won't do anything, I know you worked hard today."
You agree with a yawn and nod. But even in your sleepy state, you can read the room—Taehyung is especially attentive of his tone and volume aside from being so tense. "Are you alright?"
"I'm in and on ecstasy," he falls back on his former spot, "I can't not be alright."
"Taehyung, I haven't seen you all day–"
"Yeah, because I didn't want to be here," he looks at you dead in the eye, "and I don't want you to be here."
You blink rapidly, slightly shaking your head in confusion, "What are you saying?"
"Move in with me."
He's met with cold silence, so he persuades persistently, "Don't you want to get away from here? You'll have so much more freedom with me, and I can help you with your assignments and everything. It'll be perfect."
"I— do you... Where?" Taehyung is high and he doesn't know what he's saying is what you believe because this is so out of the blue, so irrational, but he describes it like it's utopia; you are not completely against the idea.
"I have enough money from drug dealing to rent an apartment, and you can tell dad that you want to move out to be like an adult or whatever, that you have a stable job, without mentioning me," he rambles, and his dilated pupils are more noticeable up close; it slightly puts you off.
"Wh-what about mom?"
He scoffs, "If she wants out, she can get her second divorce. Don't worry about them; after all, they're apparently the only real adults here," he relates back to not being worthy of being called a man. You shift away from him little by little. "Just trust me."
The phrase is triggering for you, a reminder of the time you were tricked into trusting him moments before your trauma. "We'll talk about this when you're sober," you meekly say, avoiding eye contact.
A wicked smile grows on his face, "I can't wait, princess."
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satoruvt · 5 years ago
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the color of you - white (5)
ik keigo’s like a hero n he has his hero costume on all the time but for this chapter (for no particular reason) imagine him in light jeans and a black t-shirt ok thank u i hope thinking of that makes u as happy as it does me
pairing → keigo takami x bakery owner!reader
word count → 2368
summary → you’re not really dating, so you can’t really be in love with him... right?
song inspo → converse high by bts, somebody loves you by jeremy zucker, and some of can’t we just leave this monster alive? by tomorrow x together
this chapter → compromising positions, a flour war, a Moment, y/n realizes some things and keigo’s a little shit
part one | part two | part three | part four | part five
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The sun has never been your friend in the mornings, and you’re reminded of that fact every single time you wake up. For someone who doesn’t like getting blinded first thing in the morning, you sure were bold to put your bed right next to the window, knowing full well the first few hours of sunlight shone directly onto your pillows.
Your brain wakes up before your body does, a few lingering thoughts from your dream swimming in your head in fragmented colors and sentences, and once you’re more coherent you open your eyes, flutter at the sunlight - wait, this isn’t your bed.
There’s sun nearby, sure, but the window’s too distant. Your vision’s a little blurry from sleep but you think you know your colors pretty well and these sheets do not match the ones you picked out from Target, like, two years ago. And then you remember, oh, awards ceremony. Hotel. Suite. Okay.
You move to stretch, manage to get your arms above your head, but even when you move the arm around your waist stays put. For a second you think holy shit, I’m paralyzed, but then you realize that you don’t have three arms. And then you realize that the arm around your waist belongs to Keigo, who’s still in your bed.
For the first time this morning your brain catches up on time with the sudden thought of “he’s not your actual boyfriend, what is this” but when you turn your head to wake up him with a flick on his forehead you stop. 
You’re a fan of him. It’s not hard for you to admit - it’s just an add-on, at this point, because Keigo is definitely more of a friend than an idol to you. You’re a fan, no less, you’ve dabbled in buying cute keychains and pens stylized with colors that he wore often. That’s why, you reason with yourself, you’re suddenly very aware of how gorgeous he is.
The sunlight isn’t on either of you, but it casts a gentle, warm glow into the hotel room through the break in the curtains and it dresses Keigo beautifully, subtly. Makes his skin look sunkissed and golden. His hair’s a mess, wild and sticking in every direction, but somehow it’s fitting for him. You can’t stop your eyes from tracing over his face, taking in his proportions and then dropping to his lips, and you keep your eyes trained on him as you turn so you’re on your side, facing him. You think about it for a moment, stopping your already-raising hand, then tell yourself that in the times he’s fallen asleep while you two were hanging out, he’s never woken up, so he won’t now. 
You get one push of your fingers through his hair - as soft as you can - and when you refocus on Keigo’s face he is definitely awake. You freeze, absolutely mortified, while he only raises an eyebrow at you. He doesn’t move his arm from around your waist.
“Morning, sunshine,” and oh God, that’s what his morning voice sounds like? “Is this your way of telling me you’re actually into me?”
Heat flushes to your cheeks and you take your hand away, laughing nervously and way too loud for the morning. You try to think of anything to say that’s better than “sorry, I couldn’t help myself, you just looked so good” but nothing comes to mind and you stay looking down as best you can.
“Couldn’t help yourself, huh?” Keigo says, and you realize you said it out loud, God fucking - “Hmm, I don’t know. Sounds like you’re harboring secret feelings for me, sweetheart.”
You fight a losing battle against a smile and roll your eyes playfully, shoving Keigo away from you as he barks out a laugh. “Get out of my room, you’re not allowed in here anymore.”
Keigo doesn’t give his usual protests outside of a smothered “nooo” into the pillows after you get out of bed - how cute, you think to yourself - and gather your toiletries and clothes so you can shower. You yell an “out!” for good measure before you shut the bathroom door, waiting for a moment until you hear the door to his room shut.
Your shower is quick, making use of the high-end hotel body wash, and you half expect Keigo to still be in the bed when you walk out of the bathroom. You dry your hair with a towel and your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You unlock it to see a text.
keigo baby 🐦
Can i come back yet i miss you
You snort at his text, send back a “get in here, bird boy” but then realize it’s almost nine thirty and you need to get to the bakery. Keigo walks in and you rush to find your usual sneakers. When you finally look at him, sitting on the edge of the bed and tying your shoes, he’s got an eyebrow raised.
“In a rush?” He asks, and you send him a playful glare, but you’re already too late to think about banter.
“Yeah, I gotta get to the bakery,” you tell him, finalizing the knot on your shoe. You only brought a small bag with your things, and it doesn’t take long for you to gather them up. You take a quick glance around the room to make sure nothing’s forgotten, finding nothing that looks like it’s yours.
(Your eyes land on your dress from the night before, and you aim a look at Keigo that says “what should I do with that” and he tells you he’ll take care of it.)
“Okay,” you breathe, looking at Keigo. You feel the urge to kiss him on the cheek as a goodbye. “I’ll see you later?”
“I’ve got nothing to do until, like, noon. Do you mind if I see you to the bakery?”
You murmur an “of course not” with a smile and the two of you are off.
It’s a short trip - you take the subway to a station that’s only a few blocks from the bakery and walk the rest of the way. At one point Keigo slips his hand into yours, intertwines your fingers, and despite this now being a whole two-month (or something) endeavor it makes you choke just a little bit at how casual he is about it.
“Text me if you need anything,” you tell Keigo when the two of you reach the bakery, and he raises his eyebrows at you.
“Yes, I’ll be sure to call my fake baker girlfriend when I’m in a pinch with a villain,” he says, and you pout at him, pushing on his shoulder. He laughs, kisses you, murmurs “I’ll see you later” against your lips before leaving with a wink and a gust into the sky.
You open the door to the bakery and it’s only when you finally get to working fifteen minutes later that you’re sure you hadn’t seen any paparazzi around.
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Keigo comes back about ten minutes after closing, when you’re in the dining area and setting chairs on top of tables. You’d given the employees working today the go-ahead to leave, since the last hour of business consisted of a couple coming in to ask for directions. The bell above the door rings and you turn your head, meeting Keigo’s eyes.
“Fancy seeing you here,” you say, mock surprise in your voice as you fold your arms over your chest and walk closer to him. “What can I do for you?”
“Ah, I’ve been craving your signature donuts for a while now,” Keigo replies, sending you a playful grin. “Think you could whip some up for me? I’ll even pay extra.”
“Sorry, hero, but we’re already closed.”
Keigo gapes at you and you snort before walking behind the counter to take the food out of the display case. “Come on, not even for your favorite hero? Your idol? Your boyfriend?”
You pretend to think about it for a minute, tapping your finger against your chin. “Hmm, I suppose I could make a quick batch…” you stare directly at him, point at him assertively. “But you’re helping.”
Keigo seems less than excited to do so, shoulders deflating at your words, but he walks behind the counter and into the kitchen after you without a complaint. In the back of your mind, you know you shouldn’t be wasting ingredients like this, but at the same time business has been really booming - you can afford to buy more. 
It’s fun, baking with Keigo. Even if he’s not keen on working and you definitely don’t trust him to measure liquids, he seems… eager to please. You tell him to mix and he does, to crack an egg and he does. The entire time he’s making jokes (some of them… really poor, painful dad jokes) and there’s a warmth in your heart.
Keigo pours out flour into a sifter over the large mixing bowl you have set up, but instead of batting the sifter against his hand like a normal person, he holds it like a pan and he’s sauteing something. You frown, taking the sifter from his hand (as gently as you can without spilling). “You’re doing it wrong,” you say.
“What, there’s a right way to…” Keigo pauses, and you raise an eyebrow.
“Sift?”
“Yeah, that - there’s a right way to sift something? Does it really matter?”
“...no,” you start, then furrow your brows. “But it’ll make a mess.”
“It doesn’t matter, you’re gonna have to clean up when we’re done anyways.”
An idea crosses your mind and you know, whole-heartedly, that it is probably your worst idea of the day for multiple reasons. But the knowledge of its consequences still doesn’t stop you from reaching into the sifter, grabbing a little less than a handful of flour, and spritzing it on Keigo’s chest.
“You’re just gonna take a shower when you get home, right?” You say, innocent as can be. You take another not-handful and rub it on his shirt. “A mess doesn’t matter.”
You look up at Keigo and his gaze says something like “this shirt was ten thousand yen” before he grabs his own handful of flour - not from the bowl or the sifter, but rather from the twenty-pound bag you opened specifically for him. He throws it at you and it lands in a puff in your hair, dusting you in white.
An unspoken agreement is passed between the two of you when you meet his gaze again - this is war.
In three seconds flat both of you are grabbing anything you can - flour, sugar, anything - and using them as weapons, throwing them in the general direction of the other. It’s gonna be a pain getting it out of your clothes, but you find you don’t really care. Milk is thrown from a measuring cup over your shoulder, lands on the floor with a splash mixed with your alarmed yelp. A single egg yolk hits Keigo in the chest, breaking like a water balloon on impact. Music you barely remember starting before the two of you got to baking plays like a soundtrack in a movie.
The Baking War of 2020 is short, though, and soon enough you both are panting and laughing as you stand in the kitchen covered in baking supplies. “Truce?” you pitch, wiping what you think is baking powder off of your eyelashes.
“Hold on,” Keigo says. He grabs an egg from the open carton on the counter, steps so the two of you are almost chest-to-chest. Your smile fades because oh, he’s really close, what is he doing?
He cracks the egg over your head. That’s what he’s doing.
You close your eyes, sigh, try to forget about your momentary panic as you feel the egg coat your hair. The yolk breaks somewhere between the top of your head and your eyebrow and you close one eye in hopes it won’t drip into it. “Truce,” Keigo grins.
“I hope you know that you helped waste my ingredients and you didn’t even get your donuts,” you mumble, pouting up at him. Keigo’s grin grows fond as he shrugs, uses his thumb to rub most of the yolk off of your forehead. You find yourself wishing that someone with a camera was around so you have an excuse to kiss him. 
“I’m rich, I can buy you more,” he says, and you really cannot stop looking at his lips.
It’s like last night - a part of you wants to shrug your heart pounding off as Keigo just looking good in all black and expensive rings, because anyone could tell he was easily the most beautiful person at the ceremony, but your heart is pounding just as hard - if not harder - right now and he’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt. It startles you, makes nervous butterflies erupt in your chest and stomach and blood rush to your cheeks, because you’re pretty sure this is -
Keigo’s phone rings and it makes both of you jump; you end up a solid three feet away from where you were before. It’s really hot in here, is it hot? It’s definitely hot. You need to turn off the heater.
“Shit,” Keigo curses to himself, and when you look at him he’s doing his best to brush off flour and sugar from his clothes with a rag. “There’s a villain downtown. I gotta go.”
You nod immediately, understanding, but you don’t trust your voice to speak that much. You swallow - gulp, really - and hope he doesn’t notice how jumpy you are. “Be safe,” you say, and cringe at how small your voice sounds.
“I’ll text you later,” is all Keigo tells you before he’s leaving through the back door of the bakery. You hear his wings as he takes off.
You don’t move for a moment, instead choosing to slump against the counter. Usually when you started liking someone, it was gradual, it wasn’t surprising or - or like this, you knew and it was fine, regardless of outcome. This didn’t happen to you. 
You sigh, close your eyes and try not to freak out too much about the very sudden and very scary realization that you like Keigo.
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destinyc1020 · 4 years ago
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based on the audrey tea, there was said jealousy on both ends. wasn’t JE still in a relationship with cari when they were filming euphoria? I could see maybe z being jealous or wary about T following O but T possibly being suspicious about JE even tho he had a gf at the time? i’m just wondering but ik jealousy doesn’t always mean in a romantic way jealousy can be based on other factors but based on the audrey tea that’s what i guess she was saying? 
Yes, JE was still in a relationship with Cari up until towards the ending of his filming TKB2 & 3 in SA.  
Keep in mind though, that Tom had visited the Euphoria set (at least a couple of times from what we know of lol), so he may have picked up on a few “vibes”.  Guys know other guys very well (they are both guys duh lol), so sometimes guys can pick up on subtle stuff about other guys faster than even women can. (Same with how women can pick up on subtle things about other women - since they’re also women - faster than men can)  👀
***CAUTION: LONG dissertation coming through***  
It may not have even been anything that Tom picked up on specifically, but let’s say that you and your bf (or gf) are already having some “issues” in the relationship, and then, you go and visit your SO at work and in walks his/her very beautiful (or handsome), attractive co-worker with an Aussie accent that he/she works with ALL day, for 16 hours a day, every week, for MONTHS.... I mean, even if that co-worker already has a SO of their own, you might kind of start to get a little jealous of just the time that your bf (or gf) is spending with such an attractive person for hours on end for most of the year.  Ykwim?  
Plus, you may trust your bf (or gf), but that doesn’t mean you trust that attractive co-worker that they work with! 
Who knows? Maybe Z told Tom that JE was just a friend and nobody to worry about at one time as well.  🤷   All I know is that this picture always seemed so weird/odd to me.... 
(I apologize in advance if this picture is in any way triggering for anyone lol 🙈 ) 
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Sometimes your gut picks up on stuff even before stuff actually starts happening.  Does that make sense? So maybe Tom was also “picking up” on stuff w/JE & Z, just like maybe Z was “picking up” on stuff with Tom and his “family friend” O? 👀  Who knows? We’re all just speculating of course... So none of this is fact. 
But it does kind of make you wonder which people Audrey was referring to when she mentioned there was jealousy on both ends!  I’ve seen Z get slightly jealous (or uncomfortable) on at least 2 or 3 occasions with regards to other girls/women and Tom lol... But it was Tom I was most shocked about in the tea that was spilled, cuz he never strikes me as a type of guy that gets jealous really (he seems pretty secure w/himself), but then again, I’ve been learning a LOT about Tom through interviews in the past month, so maybe I didn’t really know as much about him as I thought lol!  🤣😂
Either way, I’ve always personally felt that them (TZ) hiding their relationship for so LONG was always going to bring problems eventually later on down the line.  I don’t mind them being PRIVATE and uber protective of their relationship, but (imo) people should at least know that you two are definitely not “just friends” after a certain time has passed.  I mean, you tell the world you two are “just friends” and pretend like you’re “single” (when you’re not)...what did they expect would happen?  🥴  
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Of COURSE jealousy would start to develop btwn them... 
I feel like when ppl know that you are “taken”, it actually serves as a protection for you. I know their close friends and family knew, and I’m sure even ppl in the industry who knew them well knew... But it doesn’t stop the others who don’t know, and might be sliding into your dm’s, or flirting, or whatever.... Idk... Like I said, I didn’t mind them being private or even hiding their relationship....to a certain POINT. My biggest issue was that they hid for FAR too LONG.  After 6 months - a year, it’s time to start coming clean with ppl (imo).  You don’t have to make an announcement, but the media, your fans, etc it should be general common knowledge that you two are an “item”.  I guess it sort of was kind of common knowledge since they were always linked together anyway lol.   But still... Anyway......
Whewww chillllle.....
Okay, sorry for this looong dissertation y’all lol... I’m off my soapbox now haha. 😅
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