#maybe I could just GLOMP YOU

[dreamtigress]

Why you gotta call me out like this, Tumblr?

i’m such a “i want your attention” but “won’t bother you” kinda person

[acey-wacey]

Jealous of Their Tsum

Feat. Deuce, Azul, Jade

A/n: In honor of tsumderland 2!!! (though it took me the entire event to write it). Kalim, Rook and Lilia in the future if there is demand

♠️ Deuce Space ♠️

He gets along with his tsum though it's quite the troublemaker sometimes.

It doesn't have the same honor student drive that he does.

Though sometimes it gets into mischief, it's lack of proper inhibitions also make it bolder when it comes to you.

Deuce has had a crush on you for the longest time and never said a word because he was too scared.

His tsum however is not at all scared and has no problem launching into your arms.

You were initially startled by the little plushie that threw itself at you but once you realized it was Deuce's tsum, you giggled and let it bounce up to your shoulders.

It nuzzled the side of your face and you patted it's head affectionately.

Deuce --who had been running after the tsum to keep it from causing too much mayhem -- stopped short when he saw you cuddling with the little creature that looked so much like him.

"You're just a little sweetheart, aren't you?" You cooed at the tsum, squeezing it in your arms and holding it close to your chest.

Deuce couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the affection you showed the tsum.

Why didn't you ever hug him like that? What did Deuce-tsum do to deserve your cuddles?

"You are just so cute," you said as you pinched the tsum's little cheeks. The plushy bounced with happiness. "Almost as cute as the real Deuce!"

Deuce's eyes widened when he heard you.

You thought he was... cute? Cuter than the tsum even?

His jealousy was replaced with swelling pride.

He smiled to himself, knowing you weren't aware of his presence.

Maybe his dreams of confessing weren't so hopeless after all.

...

🐙 Azul Ashengrotto 🐙

His tsum had mostly been helping out at the Mostro Lounge, being cute and attracting customers.

Azul knew how good the adorable little plush was for business but he never expected to see you drawn to the crowds.

"What brings you to the Lounge on this fine day, dearest prefect?" Azul asked you with his signature charming smile.

"Everyone's been talking about the tsum that's working. He's just so cute!" you responded enthusiastically, looking to where Azul-tsum was filling up a customer's water glass.

Azul's perfect smile faltered for just a second, not long enough for you to notice.

"So even you can be tempted by our most adorable new staff member?"

"Seems so," you shrugged with a smile.

"I'll ensure it is sent to your table then," Azul smiled before turning away.

He secretly scowled at the tsum before walking back to his post.

He didn't hear you mutter "I can think of a more adorable staff member" before he left.

A few minutes later, there was a bit of a commotion in the dining area.

"What's going on?" Azul asked Jade when he saw the franticness buzzing around your table.

"It appears the tsum has attacked a patron," Jade said, though his smile was much too sly for that kind of news.

Azul was much too startled to notice the eel's ulterior motives.

He pushed his way through the crowd to find your table.

"I am terribly sorry about any violent behavior by our resident tsum. If anyone has been attacked in any way, I assure you, you will be reimbursed..."

You interrupted Azul before he could finish.

"Nonsense! I wasn't attacked so much as glomped by this little cutie!"

Azul couldn't tell if he was more startled by the attack accusations or the fact that his tsum was nuzzling itself into your chest. And you were cuddling it back?

Azul found himself becoming increasingly worried that his tsum shared the same feelings he had for you.

What if you discovered that he liked you because of his tsum? You would probably hate him and then he'd never see you again and all because of that stupid ball of stuffing!

First it was going to steal his job, then his crush. Sooner or later, Jade and Floyd would completely replace him with the thing!

Azul collected himself enough to take a deep breath and offer you a hand.

"My deepest apologies for this unprofessionalism. May I offer you a VIP seat while I get everything sorted with our clingy little waiter?"

You smiled and took Azul's hand holding the tsum against your shoulder with the other.

"I'm really not bothered but I'll never say no to a better seat."

While Azul walked you to your new booth, he put on a customer service smile just for you.

"Say, Y/N, you seem to enjoy cuddling with the little tsum quite a bit."

"Can't deny that," you chuckled and squeezed the puffball tighter. It wiggles its stubby arms with joy. "I've grown fond of the little fellow."

Azul's eyes narrowed slyly.

"I have a proposition for you, Y/N. You may cuddle my tsum as much as you like, with a few conditions of course."

"Of course," you repeated with a roll of your eyes.

"I don't even ask much of you," Azul continued as he summoned a contract with his magic. "Just sign on the dotted line and the tsum is practically yours."

You narrowed your eyes at the fine print before chuckling.

"For every cuddle Azul-tsum receives, twice as many must be returned to the original Azul," you read aloud with a smirk on your face.

"A tempting offer, is it not, prefect?"

You smiled and set the tsum down on a nearby table much to its dismay.

Before Azul could react, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight embrace.

"Very tempting indeed."

🍄 Jade Leech 🍄

You were walking peacefully back to Ramshackle from your afternoon classes when you tripped over something soft in the road.

You spit the dirt out of your mouth and looked up to see a mini Jade hopping around on the road.

You sighed and stood up, dusting off your uniform.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you, you little schemer?"

The tsum stopped its gleeful hopping to wink at you.

You laughed and squatted down to be roughly eye level with the plush.

"Well don't think you can indebt me to you. I'm a lot bigger than you after all," you said before realizing the irony. "Huh, that's funny, it's usually the other way around with Jade."

You continued on your way home but noticed the tsum still bouncing after you.

"What? Did Jade send you to collect a payment?"

The tsum shook its head, or at least it would have if it had a head. More like it just shook its whole body.

"Do you need something?"

Another shake.

"Are you gonna follow me all the way home?"

An enthusiastic nod.

"Just like the normal Jade. Can never take no for an answer."

You sighed and held out your hands to the tsum.

"Come on, let's get going. I can't have you tracking dirty stub prints all over my shiny nice desecrated wood floors."

The Jade-tsum hopped eagerly into your hands.

Before too long, it started to rain.

You groaned and looked at the little tsum in your hands.

"Guess we gotta make a run for it, eh, Jade-tsum?"

The tsum bounced in excitement.

You held it close to your chest and made a break down the dirt road to your dorm.

By the time you made it back, the tsum was stuck to you like glue.

"Come on, little Jade, I'm all wet and muddy, I need to take a shower!"

The tsum stayed stuck to your shirt no matter how much you tugged at it.

"Guess this is my life now."

After your fourth lap around the dorm, trying to dry off with a plushie attached to you, you got a phone call from the Jade's cell.

"Y/N," you answered tiredly.

"How fortuitous I was able to reach you, prefect," you heard Jade's easily distinguishable voice from the other line. "Would you have happened to see my little lookalike anywhere? I'm afraid it's gotten away from me and it's much too difficult to search in the rain."

"Yeah, actually. It's kind of attached to me."

"Attached, you say?" Jade's voice perked up with interest. "Whatever do you mean?"

"I mean literally attached. It latched onto me like Velcro and I can't get it off for the life of me which is quite inconvenient."

You heard Jade chuckle.

"That does sound quite characteristic for a version of me," he mused, making you wonder what the implications of that statement were. "I shall be right over to remove it."

About 20 seconds after he hung up, you heard a knock on your door.

"That was quick," you said as you got up to open the door.

Jade was standing in your doorway, soaking wet with a sneaky smile on his lips.

"How did you get here so fast?"

"Oh, I was already on the way."

You laughed as you stepped aside to let Jade in the door. As per his usual polite self, he took off his muddy shoes before following you to the dying room (it's in such poor shape you don't bother calling it a living room).

"Why'd you call ahead if you were already coming?"

"It is polite to give warning of one's arrival, is it not?" Jade cocked his head in fake innocence. "I would never wish to be unexpected."

"Jade Leech, you are always unexpected."

He smiled at you rebuff.

"I shall take that as a compliment," he cleared his throat and turned to you. "Now for the matter of our other unexpected guest."

Jade looked at his tsum double who was still firmly snuggled into your chest.

He bent down to look the tsum in the eye and you didn't quite hear what he said to it but from the way it released it's hold on you and scampered off to the couch, you assumed it was a threat.

"Thanks, Jade," you said exasperatedly though you knew there was going to be a catch later.

"I accept your thanks, prefect, but your payment would be much more appreciated."

You sighed and grabbed your wallet from your pocket.

"If you're going to make me work shifts at the Mostro, I would much rather pay you in cold hard madol."

Jade pushed your hands down and looked at you with a dangerous glimmer in his eyes.

"I'm afraid your little leech has not been removed, prefect, only replaced with a larger one."

You backed up as Jade approached you with a sharp toothy grin. Eventually, he backed you up against the couch and you fell over backwards.

"Poor helpless prefect," Jade tutted, looming over you, his dark silhouette outline by the flickering light of your ancient chandelier. "Who would be able to help you if a slimy eel decided to... latch on?"

Your breath caught in your throat as the wind was knocked out of you by a crushing weight on your body.

You waited for Jade to keep squeezing the life out of you but for some reason it never came.

Instead you felt the nuzzle of a much larger head into your neck.

Once you recovered from the shock, you smiled and began stroking Jade's hair.

He growled under your touch.

"Mine."

...

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[thebearmage]

Hi! Could I request an one shot about Five&Wife!Reader set in S3 at the wedding, where Y/N worries about Five's drinking frenzy and takes care of him that night? Ya know, that usual drunk words are honest words, world ending stuff etc. I'm just into fluff right now 😭 Maybe Five and Y/N are mentally and physically the same age and know each other from the apocalypse to make it make sense. I loved In Their Arms! Five deserves love. If it's not something you're interested in to write don't worry💜

Put that down!!

Five Hargreeves x Wife!Reader

Summary: During Slone and Luther's wedding, Five goes all out on his drinking. You, being the responsible one, remain sober to take care of him. It goes as one would expect.

NOTE: I went for a bit more humor and angst here too, hope that's okay. Also, The Reader is a Speedster like The CW's Flash. So you can also time travel.

Also (F/C), for anyone who doesn't know, means Favorite Color.

Five and reader are both 18+

"Ah, here we go,"

You turn to look and see where Five is going. The alcohol, of course.

"Oh no," You put your face in your hands, "There goes my plans for the night,"

You and Five are happily married. You were once number 8, born with superspeed and the many different abilities that came with it.

When Five ran off that day, you had used your speed to follow him. You both traveled through time, finding it fun before Five got stuck in the future. Your time travel abilities weren't as limited as his, so you could've left. But you hadn't known if you could take Five with you, so you'd stayed. You didn't want him to be alone.

You and Five were happy together. You and Five had a daughter named Delores and lived in an abandoned library. Life was good and simple then.

Then The Handler showed up and swept you both into trauma after trauma. And then, to top it all off, when you both finally went back, you both got stuck in your 18-year-old bodies.

Now, after failing to save the world a third time, you were at Luther and Sloane's wedding watching as your husband went to get drunk.

You were not much of a drinker yourself, you never really liked the taste and HATED it when Five drank. Tonight, however, you'd let it slide, but you knew you'd have your hands full looking after him.

As the night progressed, you watched your husband slowly get more and more drunk.

You had fun though. Everyone dancing together was enjoyable and you had used the (F/C) lightning that came off your body when running to spice up the floor a bit.

You were twirling around in your dress when you heard Five's voice. You watched, trying so hard not to laugh, as his drunk-as-fuck-ass gave a moving speech to Luther.

You liked Five's singing though, you walked up to the stage and joined him. Wrapping an arm around him.

When everyone moved onto the patio, you had gone off to power your nose. So Five had gone out by himself.

When you went to find the group, half of them were gone, including Five.

"Oh no," you mumble, you stop Luther as he starts to walk Sloane inside, "Where's Five?"

Luther chuckles, "Said he was going to the buffet,"

You sigh and superspeed there, looking around. No Five. You growl and continue to run through the hotel. The (F/C) sparks and a strong breeze followed you everywhere you went.

You soon found Five wandering throughout the halls with cereal in his hands. You zip in front of him and smile.

"There you are,"

Five stumbles at the breeze you make but looks up and smiles when he sees you.

"Y/N!!" He jumps up and glomps you. You're so thankful that minor super strength is part of superspeed because if it wasn't, Five would have knocked you over.

"Hey, baby," you whisper, kissing his cheek, "What are we up to, hmm?"

Five blinks heavily a few times, looking at the cereal in his hands before shrugging, "I dunno,"

You laugh and kiss him softly, "Maybe it's time take you to bed,"

Five wriggles his eyebrows and locks his arms around your neck, "Take me to bed, huh?"

You playfully push his face away from yours, "Not like that. That's the LAST thing you need. I mean sleep, mister,"

Five whines, "Nooo, the night is still young!" He throws his arms out dramatically, "and I have plans,"

You raises your eyebrows in mock fear, "Plans?"

"Plans! Yes!" Five slurs poking your chest, "Lots and lots of plans!"

Five then stumbles over to the plant in the corner of the room, you wince as he vomits. Kneeling down next to him, and rubbing his back.

"There, there, sweetie, get it out," you urge, "It's alright,"

“With everything we discussed, it’d be folly to wait,” A voice said. You snap your head around and even Five looks curious.

The white buffalo suite door is cracked open, and you two can see Reginald, “There is no time. I can’t do this without you.”

Both you and Five press against the crack in the door, straining to see who he’s talking to. You use your speed to faze through the door, only for a moment, and see Allison.

“Do we have a deal?”

"Shit," you whisper, gently coaxing Five up, "Come on, baby, we have to go,"

"What why?" Five asked, already forgetting what just happened, "Wh-" then he wobbles "Oh shit,"

Five tips backward into your arms. You weren't prepared this time so his weight sends you both into the elevator. You grunt as you land on the hard floor, with Five completely passed out on top of you.

The doors close and you sigh. You knew Allison was unstable but this...this meant trouble. You look at Five in your lap and smile. Allison will have to wait, you have your husband to take care of.

As the doors slowly open again, you pull Five to his feet and start dragging him down the hall to your room. He wakes up half-way there are starts to protest.

"No! Please! I wanna keep going," he mumbles, you shake your head.

"You're way too drunk to do anything, my love," you say, Five shakes his own head.

"Am not!"

You look at him, "Oh really? Can you look at that clock and tell me what it says,"

"It says 'Five is not fucking drunk'" he turns around, all proud of himself. You only look at him unamused,

"Okay, bed time!"

"NOOOOOOOOO!"

You drag Five to the door and lock the door. He instantly blinks away.

"FIVE!"

You run out to find him running down the hall, cackling.

"You can't catch me!"

"Oh, for the love of!"

You speed up to him, only for him to blink again. You rub your temples.

"Come on, Five. You need sleep and I'm growing tired. Let's go to bed,"

Five, appearing at the end of the hallway, tilts his head in concertation, "Nah,"

"I'll snuggle you," You offer, "Just how you like it,"

"Ooh!" Five seems interested for a moment, then shakes his head, "Nah!"

He's gone once again, causing you to huff. You wounder if it was better for him to just run himself out.

You shake your head, you can't leave him. You run after him.

Soon, the entire hotel is light up with blue and (F/C) lights as you chase Five around the hotel.

You find Five pilling a bunch of mannequins into some machine and pouring soap in.

"No!" You cry, causing him to stop, "Put that down!"

Five beams and holds the soap closer,

"No! Put it down. Put it...down!"

Five pouts and drops the soap, "You're no fun sometimes, Y/N,"

Aaaannnnd there he goes. You decide to just wait it out. The next few hours you run around, following Five but no longer trying to stop his drunken antics.

Before long you find him snuggled up under the radiator in the kitchen. You smile and shake your head fondly before picking him up.

He snuggles your chest as his eyes flutter open, "Y/N?"

"Yes, my love, it's me," You shift him a bit to get a better hold on him, "I'm taking you back to our room,"

He nods and lets his arms dangle under him, "You're so amazing, you know that," he murmurs, "So...so...amazing,"

You laugh, "Thank you, baby,"

Five takes a bit of your dress in his fingers, "Is this the one I bought you?"

"Bought?" You chuckle, "You mean stole, but yes,"

Five sighs happily, resting his head on your chest and looking up at you, "You're so pretty," his smile is dreamy, "I love you so much,"

You smile and finally reach the room, you faze in and walk over to the bed, laying Five down.

His body relaxes into the mattress as he sighs in bliss. You slowly help him take off his shoes and vest before helping him change into more comfortable clothes.

"I love you," he mumbles for the 10th time, "I love you so much,"

"I love you too," you smile, quickly changing your own clothes using your speed, Five smiles.

"I love your power," he picks at his nail slightly, "It's so beautiful and powerful,"

You smile, "Yours is too," you lay down next to him, "Now sleep honey, it'll be alright,"

Five hugs you like a koala, arms around your chest, legs around your waist, "I'm so glad I get to spend my final days with you," he mumbles, "I love you,"

You kiss him softly, "I love you too, now rest,"

Five nuzzles into your chest. You smile and run a hand through his hair, listening the the noises of the kugelblitz outside.

"I wouldn't mind trying one last time," you mutter, "You're worth saving, my love,"

Five makes a noise in his sleep and you smile,

"Sweetest of dreams, Number Five," you kiss his head, "I will always be with you,"

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I love writing this one! It was so cute and fluffy! I tired to add some humor but idk how I did. Requests are still open so feel free to send in some more! Also, a part three to Mindless will be out soon so look for that. Thanks again for reading!

[alastor-simp]

Watching A Horror Movie With Riddle, Leona and Azul

It's finally October everybody, and there is nothing I love more then watching horror movies during this spooky season. I will do the other dorm leaders soon. Enjoy everyone.

And also question of the day: What are the scariest horror movies you all have watched? Comment Below (For me its the Conjuring, The Ring and The Grudge)

Riddle Rosehearts🍓 + Lights Out💡

🍓It was gonna take a lot of convincing to have this cutie watch a horror movie with you, especially with how busy he was with homework and his house warden duties.

🍓"My schedule is quite filled at the moment and I don't have the time to waste it away on some trivial matters." Riddle said, as he continued on with his work. Putting on your best puppy dog eyes, you told Riddle that you just wanted to spend some time with him and maybe doing something together and getting into the spooky vibes of October, might be fun and new for him as well since you knew how stern he was with certain things and that he probably never had a chance to experience them due to his childhood.

🍓Having listened to what you said, Riddle's heart melted, feeling upset with himself for being a little mean to you. After a bit of an internal debate, Riddle, flustered, agreed to the horror movie night with you, but only when he was done with his duties. Ecstatic, you glomped Riddle in a bear hug, saying thank you repeatedly, while Riddle remained frozen like a statue, not expecting the sudden hug, but he didn't dislike it (cough cough tsundere).

🍓After a week had gone by, Riddle was finished with all of his duties and you had invited him to Ramshackle, setting up the living room with blankets and pillows, as well as preparing a bowl of kettle popcorn and warm apple cider to enjoy when watching the movie.

🍓Riddle had never watch a horror movie before so he was quick to jump at every little jumpscare that was in this movie. Not even a few minutes into the movie, Riddle had screamed, clutching one of the pillows close to his chest when the evil creature made an appearance.

🍓It was very hard to focus on the movie and not concentrate on the cute redhead, covering half of his face with the pillow, whispering to himself "please turn the lights on" whenever the movie protagonists were in the dark.

🍓Once the credits rolled, Riddle heaved a sigh of relief that the movie was over, but now he was gonna be paranoid whenever he is in a dark room by himself. Sensing Riddle's discomfort, you leaned over and hugged Riddle, telling him not to be afraid.

🍓Yelp, Riddle was definitely not going back to his dorm tonight as he had gotten very comfortable in your embrace that he didn't want to depart from it. The both of you continued to hug each other until you both fell asleep on the couch.

Leona Kingscholar🦁 + Blair Witch Project🧙🏻

🦁"Not interested" was what you read on Leona's face when you ask him for a movie night together. Leona enjoys spending his evenings, taking naps and not dealing with his annoying duties. Last thing he needed was having to deal with your screams.

🦁Leona knows horror movies are just idiotic, and half of the stuff is so made up that no one could believe in it. Refusing to give up, you challenged Leona saying that he must be a pussy-cat and is just afraid of watching a scary movie with you.

🦁Oh boy, nice job Herbivore, you just challenged the Leona Kingscholar. He leaned closer towards you, giving you his famous smirk and telling you to prepare yourself for challenging him. Honestly you didn't care, you just wanted to watch a movie with him so you were prepared for the consequences.

🦁After getting everything set up at Ramshackle, you made sure to set the mood for the movie. Leona had arrived and made a beeline for the couch, laying his head on one of the pillows, with his arms behind his head. He wasn't really interested in whatever movie you decided to play, so you went with blair witch, as it might be something different for Leona instead of the classic slasher horror movie.

🦁Couple minutes into the movie, Leona had actually managed to stay awake and focus on the movie, wanting to prove to you that he wasn't a scaredy cat, but he was starting to become interested in how the movie was playing out. The characters in the woods were almost like prey, and whatever the witch was in the movie was hunting them.

🦁Leona had taken his eyes off the movie for a second, and turned to look at you, You were covering your eyes with your hands, peeking just a bit so you wouldn't miss anything that happened in the movie, body jumping whenever you heard the scary sounds when the characters were awake at night.

🦁Heh, Leona chuckled to himself, as he was enjoying your reactions to the movie. The movie continued to play, as the characters had arrived at the witches house, hearing the sounds of their friends screaming before ending up in the basement and the camera suddenly crashing to the ground, leaving you wondering what had happened to the two main characters.

🦁Relaxing your body, you heaved a sigh when the credits started to roll. However, you felt something tap the back of your shoulder, causing you to scream and fall off the couch. Leona roared with laughter, clutching his stomach while you sat on the ground in fright wondering what the heck that was. You realized that Leona had used his tail to scare you.

🦁"YOU JERK! YOU SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME!" You yelled at Leona, as you still remained sat on the floor, while Leona was still having his laughing fit. Leona had finally stopped laughing, then he reached towards you and pulled you up from the ground, laying his back on the couch and placing you on top of him, face squished against his chest.

🦁Leona said that since he watched the movie with you, he deserved a reward and what better reward then taking a nap together on the couch. He leaned closer to your head, giving your forehead a kiss, then nuzzling it with his chin.

🦁"He's always so rough sometimes, but he's being very sweet right now. Maybe this is his way of apologizing for scaring me?" Thinking that to yourself, you relaxed against him, laying your head closer to his chest, listening to his heartbeat while breathing in his relaxing scent.

Azul Ashengrotto🐙 + Saw🪚

🐙Asking out to watch a movie with Azul is very difficult without him bringing up the whole "lets make a deal." Honestly, this man needs a reality check and not bring up the whole contract thing left and right.

🐙"Oh ho, you want to go over the contract in private?" Azul smirked, as he was leaning against his desk in the office, ready to discuss parts of the deal with you.

🐙"AZUL! I'm not here to sign a deal with you. I'm hear to ask you if you wanted to have a movie night together at my dorm" Azul, straighten his posture in shock, not expecting that at all. "M-movie night? Me and the prefect? ALONE!?" Internal panic was what filled Azul, but he wasn't going to make it obvious to you and slowly calmed down.

🐙Azul was reluctant to accept your offer, as he wasn't use to this type of stuff, but he would feel very bad if he rejected your invitation, so he said yes

🐙Having arrived at your dorm, Azul was surprised by how much you had prepared for the movie night you had planned. The couch was littered with comfortable pillows and blankets, and a bowl of trail mix instead of popcorn since you knew Azul was on a strict diet.

🐙He was curious what the movie "Saw" was about, but you didn't want to spoil too much, so you decided to tell him it was focused on solving scary puzzles/games. Azul perked with interest once you said game, as he was part of the board game club with Idia, so he was very interested in what this movie had to offer.

🐙A few seconds into the movie, Azul immediately regret showing interest in the movie. He couldn't believe the diabolical games the characters were put through by the killer "Jigsaw". Azul was feeling sick to his stomach, as scenes from the movie continued to play, and the games continued to get worse and worse.

🐙Azul's business facade was falling apart in front of you, as you saw how quickly Azul went from a businessman to a crybaby in a matter of minutes. Feeling bad, you grabbed Azul's hand with yours, interlocking your fingers, as a way to show comfort. That had relaxed Azul a little bit, and he was very thankful that you had done that.

🐙The movie continued to progress and it had arrived at the famous "foot saw" scene. Knowing how gruesome this scene was, you had grabbed Azul's face and hugged it to your chest, preventing him from watching that horrid scene. He was not expecting that hug from you, face bursting a bright shade of red as his head was still against your chest, but he continued to stay where he was, one of his eyes going back to gaze at the screen once you told him the scene was over.

🐙The plot twist at the end of the movie had Azul feeling furious and scared at the same time, he had so wanted the protagonist to survive, only for the hopes of survival to shatter at the end. Azul was going to be having nightmares because of this movie and he was going to hear the phrase "Game Over" repeating in his head.

🐙Azul was trembling in your embrace, feeling traumatized from what he had just witnessed. "Are you okay?" You had asked Azul, who was still leaning against your chest, shaking his head no. Feeling apologetic, you told Azul that he can sleep over at your dorm, and the both of you can stay like this for as long as he wanted.

🐙Leaning your back against the couch, you removed Azul's glasses and set them on the table, then placing your hand on his head, petting his hair. Melting into your embrace, Azul began to relax, eyes slowly closing as he fell asleep on top of you.

[skrunksthatwunk]

one kill la kill detail that's particularly dear to me that ive never seen anyone talk about is how blatant mako's crush on ryuko is from the get-go

like, mako doesn't really go out of her way to make friends. she's sometimes friendly with people, especially when she happens to be around them (i.e. maiko, gamagori, satsuki), but we don't really see her seek out friendship in the way she does with ryuko. they meet briefly before school, but ryuko doesn't even say a word to her. but then mako does stuff like immediately eagerly waving ryuko over in class, trying to tackle-hug her, declaring them besties because they're desk neighbors. do you think she and that guy ryuko replaced were bffs bc of this? or any of the other people mako has sat next to? no. and while one could argue that maybe she tried and failed with everyone but ryuko, her persistence when it comes to ryuko (which ryuko herself comments on and which is evident before ryuko really accepts her company (i.e. before she moves in with the mankanshokus)) doesn't seem to be present with anyone else. mako knows what it's like to be lonely, but she has no reason in particular to latch on to ryuko, other than, perhaps, that shes someone she hasn't tried yet. but she meets new people pretty often, and that doesn't lead to much interest on her end.

it seems more likely that something about ryuko caught her attention from the jump, likely how cool and pretty she is (something she talks about a LOT.) she talks (with her family) about how hot ryuko's body is, how good her old pajamas look on her, compares her tit size to satsuki's (which means she was either staring at both of theirs or that she simply feels that ryuko's are bigger, likely out of loyalty or respect for her (think big dick energy)), etc etc etc. like she's always fawning over her and cheering her on and showing her off as her "bestest friend" to mikisugi and aghhhghdfhgdjdjdh she's so gay man. what the fcuk

this isn't really present throughout the series, but she's often seen blushing or sprouting nose bleeds or ogling ryuko in early episodes. like any time there's a WOAH!!! HOTTIE BOOBA NAKED crowd reaction shot there'll often be a little mako alongside the horny guys blushing or peeking between her fingers or whatever like. she checks her out

she also is immediately very welcoming and supportive of ryuko. she tells her family to leave her alone when she's talking to senketsu and that it's not that weird, defends her in the fight club episode, literally invites her to uhaul on day one (classic lesbian maneuver) like. and she's also always talking about how close ryuko and senketsu are, that ryuko and senketsu are closer to each other than anyone else, that, while she's in ryuko's corner, she never really asserts herself as ryuko's best friend, even though she's very clear that ryuko is her best friend. she thinks she comes second. she's a very good sport about it, but something about that natural assumption that she's not her #1 is a little sad to me, though maybe she's just giving ryuko space and understanding in a very generous way. again, she's very supportive. like she's always doing what she can to cheer ryuko up or help her along, like bringing her lunches and standing up for her when the students of honouji bend the rules in their favor (like in the tennis episode). she's very "ily!!!! no pressure. but you're great :D" and i love that for her (though occasionally when shit gets dire she'll put her foot down, especially as the series goes on, i.e. rebelling against satsuki, the wedding dress scene, insisting this and that about the ryuko she knows (esp right after the time skip)

she's also got her cuddly streak. about half of it's reserved for hallelujah moments but there's also the scooter ride and her calling back monster-ryuko and the post-recovery nuzzling (i love that scene ehehhehdhdhshdgcvzkzh) and the epilogue moments and her GLOMPS

anyway my point is she loves ryuko and she does from the jump and she's great and i love her and ryuko loves her too but that's a separate post and yeah!!!!! girlfriends <3

[bokunoheros]

TAGS/WARNINGS: reader is gender neutral but afab, reader is a hero course student (pretend everything that happened in their first, happened in their 3rd yr instead so that everyone is 18+), that being said this takes place after the provisional license exam, reader kinda sits back and takes it like a bitch sorry i was too lazy to write a power struggle, no sex, blood consumption, lazy ending bc idgaf and needa grind thru my remaining prompts GENRE: not smut but also not exactly sfw either? WORD COUNT: 1K SUMMARY: himiko loves you—and your blood—maybe a little too much. 🦊’s A/N: idk how i’m supposed to act after the most recent two eps so uhm. i WANTED to write sum based on togachako but. that’s too angsty 4 kinktober so uh take this instead ig .. also FORDULA was supposed to write this originally…. when i catch you stanford..

     himiko toga was many things, and a lover was absolutely one of them. a lover of love, of passion, of blood, of you, and, most importantly, your blood. 

     the first time the two of you met one another was at the training camp aoyama had ratted out. she was immediately infatuated by you—which is when it all began. 

     at first, it was just minimal stuff, like looking you up on social media and seeing what posts you were tagged in, and then it quickly escalated to figuring out your schedule and secretly stalking you. whether that be following you home from a distance, your internship agency, or even just an outing with friends, himiko was always there, watching, spying, learning everything she could about you; eventually, it got to the point where she was always around you without your knowledge. whenever she wasn’t with the league, she was stalking you, and suddenly without even realizing it, she found herself sneaking into the dorms late one night, disguised as you, since she had been able to get her hands on some of your blood during your first encounter. 

     unbeknownst to himiko, however, is that for the longest time, ever since the training camp, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched all the time. at first, you thought it was just a trauma response from everything that had gone down, but after talking to your classmates about it, you quickly realized you were the only one someone had their eyes glued on. 

    which is why you started staying up late—tweaking in your bedroom over the fact that someone is definitely out to get you. toga, having expected this, had come up with a plan in advance. 

     knocking lightly on your door, you only get out of bed at the second series of knocks—it was 1am, what could possibly be so important that one of your classmates had to come wake you?

     much to your horror, when you open the door, you’re suddenly standing face to face with—yourself!? what the fuck!

     “wh—” you don’t get a chance to speak, however, when your double is glomping you and pinning you down to the ground.

     were you dreaming? if so, now would be a fantastic time to wake up!

     you’re brought right back to reality, though, when you feel a set of fangs are your neck and your own hair melting away to reveal messy blonde buns—himiko toga. your heart feels like it might pound out of your chest as her hands intertwined with yours, keeping them pinned down against the floor. she pulls away from your pulse point—not having bitten you yet—and looks you in the eye, your own face having melted away to be replaced by her own lovely one. 

     it’s true that her smile gave you butterflies, and you couldn’t deny the way your face felt warm from the close proximity, but that was surely just from your struggles—hey, why wasn’t your body fighting back? were you letting this happen? …shame on you, little hero. 

     “y’know,” she says your name before continuing, “i’ve been waiting so long to see you properly again—i’ve missed you so much,” the blonde says excitedly, cheeks rosy as she smiles wide. 

     “b–but—why?” you gasp out, looking up at the young woman on top of you.

     “because i can’t stop thinking about you, silly,” she tells you, sounding awfully cheerful, as she leans in to press a fleeting kiss to your lips, two more to each of your flushed cheeks, and then down to the pulse point of your throat where you can feel her grin against the thin flesh there. “because i love you—i love izuku and ochako too, of course, but you—i really love you.” her breath is hot against your skin and a chill runs down your spine.

     before you’re able to get another word in, she bites your neck with enough force to break the skin, not that it was very hard to begin with given her fangs, and draw blood.

     “nngh—” 

     “say, you’re not resisting very hard—why is that, hero?” she asks as she begins lapping up the blood. “don’t tell me you have a crush on me?” she inquires, brows raising in interest and smile stretches wide. 

     her words made your body tense even more than it already was, and you actually reflect a bit on her words — the first time you had seen himiko, you had thought she was awfully cute, and you had wished so badly she hadn’t been a villain — and its all you can do to gasp out a quiet no! of denial. 

     “i don’t think that’s quite true,” the blonde insists, picking a new place along your neck to bite at and pierce the skin there. you tilt your head back on instinct in a very weak-willed attempt to get away, naively creating an even better opening for her, something she certainly appreciates. 

     “you don’t— don’t know what you’re talking about,” you spit out, hardly unable to deny the truth of it all. 

     were anyone to walk in right now, they would certainly be in for an odd sight; you with toga’s head straddling the real you’s hips and pinning your hands above your head. 

     “i think i do,” she coos before digging her teeth deeper into your neck and sucking against the skin there, sure to leave a hickey behind in her wake. this continues for about another five minutes, her drinking your blood until you began to feel a little woozy — which is about when you actually began to struggle in her grasp. you thought maybe you could’ve talked things out without creating a scene since it was so late, but now it may actually be too late.

     “t–toga,” you squeak out, vision going dark. she wasn’t planning on taking so much blood that it would kill you—just leave you useless the next couple of days as your body recovered. 

     it doesn’t take much longer before you find yourself faint from blood loss and himiko’s sneaking out your window, dropping to the ground two stories below with a quiet thud and she’s booking it into the forest, sure to come back for a second round.

return to KINKTOBER | LEAGUE OF VILLAINS M.LIST

[ridreamir]

I didn't see the Drayton x Reader hcs before when I sent that ask, I do apologise,

I was also wondering if you could do a Drayton x Reader who's physically affectionate and/or clingy,?

Like, they absolutely love physical touch and prefer to be touching, even if it's smthng as simple as legs touching,,,

Hello there! No worries about the double asks, I don't mind at all! I can absolutely write somethin for ya :^) No established romantic relationship, though it's heavily implied there's feelings that are somewhat sort of being acted upon.

Warning! Potential Spoilers for the Indigo Disk DLC!

Before you came to Blueberry Academy, it was obvious you weren't one for physical touch if it weren't from one of your Pokemon. You'd bristle at a hand on your shoulder and stiffen if he rested his arm on you. So Drayton saw an opportunity and he took it. Any moment he could, he'd be brushing against you, grazing you with his fingers and pulling at your bag straps just to mess with you. Whatever they were doing to you back in Paldea and Kitakami must've been something since you were so skittish and wary of everyone around you.

He got scolded multiple times by multiple people, Amarys even tried mediating. You've been through some things, they argued, he shouldn't be pushing your boundaries. Sounded like jealousy to him. And you know what? He was right, because after months of persisting, you'd gone and eased into it, adverting your eyes and sinking into his touch which had went from teasing to gentle in an instant.

Your little friend has been nothing but trembling with murderous intent since the first time you subconsciously leaned into his touch. Drayton's not against showing Kieran that he's lost again. Everyone who sees him as lazy can't seem to realize that he's actually just playing the long game. Obviously his methods are the best because who else but the Drayster managed to break down those walls you put up? No one! But... maybe he bit off a little more than he could chew, since you are... a lot. No one's even scratched the tip of the iceberg, but at some point he realized that you're less like a regular human being and more like a weird, unidentifiable creature of some sort in terms of your behaviors and mannerisms. Might be all the weird energies you've been exposed to, or maybe you were always this way. Either way, he's just started to crack the code and maybe it's something he wasn't prepared for.

Now it's hard to keep it on the down-low just how needy you really are. You want to be near him, regardless of the consequences. So much so that you've started to skip out on everyone else.

You're physically demanding, too. It's like the game flipped on him, because now he's the one who's scared you're going to be caught glomping on him and he's going to be hunted down for it. Kieran and his sister have already been brandishing their knives, he can't have the whole school after him! Plus, it all must look so... intimate from the outside. Of course, between you, you're nothing but good buds, but if a teacher saw you both entangled together they'd think the worst, and that'd not be good for either of you.

But, well, he certainly feels smug when you come and sit in his lap while he's playing on his phone. Even more so when the thrill of potentially getting caught could mean a furious little pipsqueak and the news getting out that you're his, his.

[falling-star-cygnus]

What do you think would happen if Billy never left the Sons? This could be an interesting alternative timeline

I think if Billy never left the Sons his personality would be pretty different compared to the one he has now, he'd be more serious and from the POV of a son's member Billy is a chill android that acts like a big brother figure to a majority of the sons with Caesar King being an exception a majority of the time

forcing myself to write bc depression is MY bitch 💪 and i will not be letting it dictate one of my favorite hobbies -> and this is a fantastic prompt!

the voices are COOKING despite my lack of motivation though, i've got so many ideas [specifically in HSR] and it's killing me. ah, but i digress

enjoy!!!

"ANBY! IF YOU WANDER OFF ONE MORE TIME I'M PUTTING YOU ON THE LEASH!"

Nicole was going to go grey before she hit her thirties. It was practically guaranteed, especially if she had to keep wrangling in a former weapon that insisted on disappearing all the damn time!

She only looked away for a second! How did she lose not one, but both of her subordinates? The boss of the Cunning Hares could divert and run with the best of them but these two...

Maybe if she shouted louder they'd come back.

"NEKOMATA, THAT INCLUDES YOU!"

"Why are ya yelling?"

Nicole trips over her damn own feet.

"Ack- who are you!?" she practically shrieks, readying her briefcase should she need to make a hasty escape.

It's not so subtly met with the tip of- is that a freakin' flamethrower!? Does she have two freakin' flamethrowers!? Just- on her!?

"The name's Burnice!" the- admittedly pretty cute girl chirps, offering her free hand down to the Boss of the Hares, "What's yours?"

The ashy blonde's hand feels rough, like a bartenders, and she hauls the Hare to her feet with a surprising amount of ease. Seriously, it's like- nothing to her. Nicole finds herself stumbling again.

This was getting annoying..

"Oops," Burnice chuckles, elated as she steadies her current conversation partner, "Sorry about that. Guess I don't know my own strength anymore! Our android, Billy, falls over a lot too!"

She didn't like the implications there. Eh, at least she wasn't being called heavier than a hunk of metal..

"Don't worry about it.. I'm Nicole, by the way, of the Cunning Hares." Well, it's not like it would hurt to introduce herself. The Outer Ring was full of people with... less than legal activities.

It's not like the Hares were a beacon of law abidance themselves, of course, but- still. Maybe they'd think twice before messing with the boss of a known organization.

Maybe.

...hopefully.

"Wait- did you say Billy? Like.. Billy Kid? The Billy Kid? The Enforcer?"

Burnice practically squeals, and Nicole realizes- far too late- that she was being led somewhere.

...honestly, she's just kind of impressed the pyromaniac could skip in such skinny heels. Wow. That took talent. The implications that this cute girl knew such a large name finally don on the pink haired boss.

"Are you a Son?"

"No, silly, I'm a girl!"

"...of Calydon," Nicole clarifies.

"Oh. Yeah!"

Not a thought but fire in that head, huh...

A familiar weight glomps onto Nicole's sides, all skinny arms and puffy sleeves and chubby cheeks. The relief that unfurls in her chest is staggering.

"Aw, look! You found your friends.. unless you don't know them, and they're robbing you. That would definitely make this less cute."

Anby huffs in displeasure at the assumption, and squeezes closer. Ah... she was so cute when she wasn't being murderous.

Nekomata, on the other hand, she could feel stealing her wallet.

"Put it- DON'T PULL OUT YOUR BLADES WHILE I'M BETWEEN YOU TWO!"

Why does she keep needing to have this conversation!? Nicole grabs the thiren girl by the ear and the former weapon by the cheek, scowling herself as the two bicker like spoiled children.

Spoiled children that were trying to skewer each other threw their boss. She feels a vein tick in her forehead.

"QUIT IT!"

They quiet down.

Burnice is practically cackling in the background as the two mumble properly chastised apologies and sheath their blades.

"You- you guys are like Lighter and-" the pyromaniac giggles her way through her sentence, "Lighter and-"

"Burnice! Did you wander off again?" a new voice cuts in.

There's no way.

There's absolutely no way.

Running into a Son of literal friggin Calydon was crazy enough! Nicole had hoped to get the hell out of dodge before she ran into another one. Specifically, before she wandered into their marksmen.

This was somehow worse.

Because that was fucking Caesar.

The Caesar King.

Admittedly, she was similarly being glomped on by her pyromaniac like Nicole had been a few moments prior- but she was still the leading lady of a gang.

There was very little that could diminish that!

"Don't you remember what happened last time?" the pale-haired woman continued, scolding like a big sister, "I thought we all agreed that we'd wait to wander off alone until the-"

King glanced at the group of curious Hares.

"...threat had been taken care of. Kid is still out of commission, and he's made of metal. Buddy system, Burnice."

Anby and Nekomata straighten up at the familiar moniker- even as the ashy blonde pouts. Caesar rests a hand on her shoulder, keeping her voice close to a whisper.

"We all want to put this thing in the ground, believe me. But we can't if it picks us off one by one."

Huh... maybe they were closer knit than Nicole had previously thought. They were certainly protective of each other.

. . . . . . . . .

The question burns on the tip of Anby's tongue, but she doesn't know if she can ask it. She doesn't want to potentially make an enemy for the Hares by offending them.

Hm.. she needed an extrovert friend, like in the movies.

Maybe Nekomata would..

"Sorry if this is rude, but... Billy Kid. Is he- ...alright? You mentioned he was out of commission."

Or Nicole would ask, that worked too. Either way, Anby got her answers.

Burnice and Caesar glance at each other- twin flashes of what could only be described as mischief flitting between them.

"It was tragic," the ashy blonde wails, falling backwards into Caesar's arms like a damsel struck, "Our poor boy... crushed into spare parts!"

The leading lady of the Sons sniffs in return, looking similarly crestfallen, "Truly, it was a massacre. It took us hours to find everything. But- by the time we did..."

She's obviously lying- at least, on some scale, but the other two Hares eat it up like it's their first meal in weeks. They gasp, hands raised to their mouth as they're lead to the wrong conclusion.

"It was too late," the pale-haired woman finishes, still holding up her team member.

What could possibly fall a feared war machine?

Throughout this whole spiel, the two Calydon members had been leading them back to their base of operations- something about restocking their supplies and escorting them back to Sixth street.

It was kind of bare bones, to be honest, no shelter from the sky and just a handful of couches around a fire. But maybe Anby had just gotten used to a bed and warm bodies.

"I'm so sorry to hear that-"

"WOULD YOU QUIT TELLING PEOPLE I'M DEAD!?"

There it is.

The voice is vaguely mechanical but human, or- alive sounding. More alive than Anby had ever sounded. A shock of white hair, kinda similar to hers actually but infinitely fluffier, pops up from one of the couches.

Burnice and Caesar practically fall into each other cackling and holding their stomachs.

"You're freaking them out!" the android continues, as he shifts as if to stand up.

Caesar is immediately on his case.

"Ah-ah-ah, sit your metal ass back down," she bites, rounding the corner to push him down, "We're still repairing your wiring and battery- which means you need to take it easy, Starlight."

Something loosens under the white haired girl's chest, something like misplaced relief. She doesn't know why, she's only ever heard stories of this guy, but-

Her surroundings suddenly feel like they've been painted in 4D.

There's so much going on around Anby that it's hard to think- Nekomata is yowling as Burnice tries to pet her, Nicole is tapping on her phone- an insistent beep-beep-beep that clouds her head, and it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts-

She wants it to stop-

Oh.

Cool metal fingers have slid under her headphones, quieting the outside noise as pale ambers meet bright yellows. The leading lady is clearly displeased that he had moved, but understanding and pure fondness is there too.

This close, Anby can see where pure havoc was wreaked on his build. Deep gouges line his lanky arms, his right leg is downright gone, and his fingers have a near imperceptible shake over her tired ears.

Again, what could've caused this to an android built for war?

The world quiets further as the people around the two take notice of the infamous marksmen, and the former weapon feels like she can breathe again. The android pulls his hands away and fixes her headphones.

"Sorry. You just- looked overwhelmed."

Anby shakes her head, not quite trusting her voice, and gestures back towards the couch. Go sit down, she tries to convey.

If Billy Kid had a mouth, the former weapon guarantees he'd be scowling. The flat expression- of his eyes- seems so wildly out of place on his faceplate that it makes the girl pause.

Regardless, the android hops back to the couch- two blonde girls half his height appearing out of nowhere to help him hobble along on his singular leg.

The one in the spiked helmet things say something about 'naptime' to the girl with the flower shaped bun and it sounds vaguely like a threat. Looks like a threat too as Billy Kid squawks and tries to soften the smaller girl's landing.

She had just- flopped into his lap. And fallen asleep.

It feels.... odd. Like she was watching the same plot of a movie with a different filter.

The war android was nicer than she thought he'd be.

Anby finds herself standing behind the couch, leaning forward to drive the seriousness off her offer home.

"Do you want to join the Cunning Hares?"

[shortstrawberry]

OKAY HI can I please request a oneshot of possessive Donna/mc being all fluffy and wholesome and possessive because mc finished their exams and they haven't seen each other for a while because of exam season? Please and thank you ♥️

"I'm back--oof!"

You had barely stepped into the flower shop before you were glomped by a figure clad in black. Well, someone is really happ to see you.

You knew Donna must probably be waiting for your exam to finish and you to come back, but you didn't exactly expect to be greeted this way.

You hugged Donna back, your arms encircling her waist, clutching at her black shirt. You felt the older woman's arms tightening around you in response.

"Cazzo, fuck. I missed you dolcezza. I missed you so much"

Donna nuzzled her nose against your neck, burying her face in your shoulder. God, you could almost melt in this woman's arms. She's as warm as the sunlight that shines in the greenhouse every morning.

Knowing how tough Donna is beneath her oversized clothes, you squeezed her as tight as you can. After being away from her for over two weeks, you just want to make a home inside her and never leave.

"I told you I could visit in between. But you refused!"

Donna groaned against your neck, before peppering several needy kisses against your skin there.

"I know, I know, and I regretted every single time I refused, Dolcezza. But I needed to make sure you do well in your exam."

"Why? What harm would one visit have done?"

Donna pulled back, looking down at you with a gleam in her gray eyes.

"I would never have let you go back, Dolcezza. We can't have that during your exam, right?"

Aah, yes. Its getting harder and harder for your florist to let you go back to the dorm. Hell, it's hard for you to sleep alone in your dorm bed. You miss the warmth of your broody dollmaker. You know it's only a matter of time when you yourself move into Donna's little cottage.

You reached up to kiss Donna's lips in thanks. Despite her obvious desire for you to stay around her, she would always put your studies above her. You adore just how sweet and selfless Donna is.

"Thank you for your patience. But I'm here now, and not going anywhere."

Donna pulled you closer, a slow mischievous smile coming on her full lips.

"Careful with your words, love. I might take them seriously."

You kiss her again, this time longer than before.

"I want you to take them seriously."

Donna blinked, and you swear you see tears in the corner of her beautiful eyes. You immediately cup her face in your hands, your eyes looking up at her in concern.

"Donna? What's wrong?"

The older woman shook her head to assure you, but you didn't miss the slight wobble of her lips.

"It's nothing, dolcezza."

You refuse to believe that.

"C'mon, it cannot be nothing. Tell me."

Donna's shoulders finally sagged, and her hands curled on your back.

"It's just, I thought you'd never come back. Every single day for the past two weeks, I waited in front of the door, hoping to see just a glimpse of your face. So, to finally have you back in my arms, it's a joy unlike any other. Impazzirò di gioia, dolcezza."

You wanted to remind your precious wallflower that you had texted Donna every single morning and night. But you know that isn't the same reassurance for Donna. For some reason, unless and until you're in front of Donna's eyes, she would believe that you'll leave any time.

You wonder just what makes your strong florist so insecure. But now is not the right time. Maybe sometime later, when you both are together under the same sheets.

For now, you will reassure her with words you always say to her.

"I'll come back to you. I'll always come back to you, sweetheart."

Donna pressed her lips against you, whispering on your mouth.

"Always?"

You hummed against her, letting yourself fall against the florist.

"Always."

[3d-wifey]

And They'd Find Us in A Week - Chapter 11

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Reader Word Count: 8.3k Synopsis: Here! Playlist: Listen up! Tag list: - @melancholicmelanin, @yvy1s, @glomp-me, @honethatty12, @swftlore, @hashcakes, @antoheartit, @finnickodaddy, @lilifl0wer, @antoheartit, @kermitcrimess, @persophonekarter, @aawdrea, @obaewankenobis, @xyxlyn A/N: LADIES N GENTLEMEN, THE MOMENT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR! there are multiple POV changes in this, I'm training yall for the arena and Mockingjay. FYI: I was so disheartened bc this felt like the worst past I've written for this story :(((

Past (xii) - Finnick

[21 & 22] - DISTRICT FOUR

Finnick is sitting at his desk, probably looking as worn out and exhausted as he feels. It’s early morning, and he hasn’t slept for two days. He’s been writing for hours, trying to find the right words to say. The sun had just set when he poured himself into the seat, and now—he glances to his left—the first tendrils of sunlight are peaking up.

The room is quiet, except for Finnick's labored breathing. His hands are shaking, a side effect of the stress that's been building inside him like a pressure cooker. Snow's visit has left him reeling, unable to process the implications of the deal he's been forced to make. He knows he must write you a letter, but the thought fills him with despondency. Something that normally fills him with insurmountable excitement and anticipation fills him with devastation. It feels like, like… There’s nothing he can compare it to. Not everything feels like something else and Finnick knows this kind of grief is very rarely experienced. 

What is he supposed to do? He hasn’t opened the last letter you sent, knowing it will be the last one that won’t carry the weight of mourning. He knows that you'll write to him again, that you won’t take this lying down. You’ll write and write, and he...will do nothing.

It sits in front of him, innocuous and unassuming. Something devastating folded in a green envelope and wrapped in your scent like a well-dressed bomb. Does his fear outweigh his longing for you?

He picks it up, holding it gingerly in his hands.

No, he realizes, it doesn’t.

He’s careful to tear the seal on the flap and your perfume wafts up like a surprise. He takes a deep breath, savoring the scent, trying to steel himself for what comes next.

Dear Finn,

I feel like I’ve missed you longer than I’ve had the chance to know you. It's been three months now, but maybe by the time this letter gets to you, we'll both be on our way to the Capitol. I'm working on being more optimistic, but that uphill battle is becoming steeper the longer I'm away from you. 

I keep thinking about when I first met you. When I looked into your eyes, I didn't see fireworks exploding or any of that other shit they depict in those gaudy Capitol romance novels. I looked into your eyes and saw you, something far more breathtaking than fireworks. And what a sight you were.

Three years back, you said something I never agreed with, that it was hard to love you. At the moment, I didn’t get to say what I really wanted to because I was eighteen and the thought of being so emotionally vulnerable made my teeth itch. 

I wanted to say that you aren't hard to love. I wanted to say loving you has been the easiest thing I have ever done. And that's why it was so difficult. I could never let myself love you—let myself have you because how could I possibly deserve to? But that’s the kicker. It’s not hard to love you, Finn, it’s impossible not to.

Something happened recently that made me realize that I’m not the most forthcoming person when it comes to my feelings. But, Finn, know that my love for you is never in doubt. How I feel about you may be complex, but it’s not complicated. I love you desperately, humanly, simply. Without even trying, you peel me back to my core, but if you only dug a little deeper you’d find your picture framed and hanging along the walls of my soul. 

I miss you, more than I was prepared to—and I was prepared to miss you considerably.

We may not be next to each other, but we’re under the same sky, and each glowing point on that backdrop of black is a star—a sun at the center of someone’s solar system. 

In some other universe, on a different Earth, there’s a girl in love with a boy whose freckles run like constellations. On another, there’s a girl who’s in love with how her boy’s eyes squint when he smiles.

That's the one constant. There are billions of stars, billions of universes, and I love you in every one of them. 

Tears are blurring his vision before he can read how you close the letter and he has to sit back as the full weight of what he’s about to do hits him all at once. Your words are like a balm to his soul, but they burn him just as much as they soothe him. A reminder of what he’s losing just as much as a reminder of what he’s fighting for. There was never a need to put a label on what you two had, what you were to each other because it would never be replicated. It had always just been ‘yours’. Now, with a flick of his pen, it’ll be nothing.

Maybe, he thinks, maybe there’s a way I can explain why I’m doing this, some kind of code or something. Maybe I can still meet with her, just in secret. But Snow… It always comes back to Snow. 

Snow reads these letters, and surely he'll be more vigilant of Finnick to make sure he keeps his side of the deal. Besides, if you knew the real reason he’s doing this—that it’s against his will, that he wouldn’t even think to do this in his worst nightmare—you’ll latch on, consequences be damned. 

He’s doing this for you. He has to remind himself that it’s your life on the line here, not just his heart.

Still. 

He's careful when folding the letter back, only bending it along the preexisting lines. He sets it beside himself. 

He picks up a piece of paper from the stack in front of him tucked against the wall, twirling his pen along his fingers. His leg bounces, nails tapping on the desk. 

He writes something down and comes to a stuttering halt. It isn't good enough. He crumbles it up, throws it in the trash, and picks up a new one. 

Write, crumble, trash, repeat. 

He's stuck in a loop, unable to find the right words. The pressure is building, and he can feel himself starting to crack. He needs to get this done, needs to find a way to say goodbye.

Write, crumble, trash, repeat. 

He's lost track of time, doesn't know how long he's been sitting here. The words are eluding him, and he's starting to feel like he's lost his grip on reality.

Finally, he puts pen to paper and the words flow out of him like a dam breaking. He writes about his love for you, about how much he misses you, about how impossible it is to imagine a future without you. He writes about his fear and his grief, about the weight of the world on his shoulders.

He writes you goodbye. 

When he's done, he holds your letter carefully, tucking it back into its envelope. He knows what he has to do, knows that there's no turning back now. 

With trembling hands, he picks up the tan envelope and slides his letter inside. He seals it with a kiss, feeling the weight of his decision like a physical burden. 

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, and places the letter on the stack in front of him. It's done. The words are written, the decision made. 

He sits back in his chair, feeling numb and hollow. He doesn't know what comes next, but he knows that he'll face it head-on. For you.

Past (xii) - You 

[21 & 22] - DISTRICT ELEVEN

Finnick's reply came faster than you expected it to. 

You plop down in your office chair, giddy as you rub at your sore cheeks. You've been smiling like an idiot since you picked up the letter from the Mayor's office. You tear into the envelope and pause. 

The words are kind of smudged, dried drops of something smearing the ink. Luckily, you can still read it. 

My heart, 

My moon and stars. 

I must have rewritten these words at least a dozen times by now. You should see the pile of crumpled paper next to me. You'd call it wasteful, but I'm sure you'd be secretly charmed by how nervous you make me after all these years. 

There's no way to dance around it, and I know how much you hate when people mince their words.

It pains me to think it, let alone write it.

This will be my last letter to you. 

I know you have a hundred and one questions bouncing around that beautiful brain of yours, you'll want to know why. And the answer is, there is no why. I've decided that it's best, for both of us, to stop. Stop the letters, stop the meetings. 

It ends here. 

I don't want you to hate me. But if that makes it easier for you to stay away from me, then despise me. More than the Peacekeepers, more than the Capitol, more than Snow. Take that loathing and hold onto it like you used to hold me. 

But, selfishly, I want you to know what I'll be holding onto. 

Those little moments outside of time where you and I were the center of each other's universe, two stars orbiting each other. The balcony of my room, the floor of yours. 

I want you to know this because I don't want you to doubt that I love you. 

Because I do. I love you. I could say it a thousand times, and it still wouldn't be enough. I could say it until my tongue falls off and I'd find a way to sign it to you. 

I could live a thousand lifetimes, be a thousand different people, and I will never love someone like I love you. 

I think of your smile and I fall in love again. I think of your touch and I fall in love again. I won't leave you without you knowing this. I'd sooner stop breathing. 

There are plenty of things I should be thanking you for, but if I tried to make a list, I'd run out of paper. 

I felt...free with you. As free as anyone can be in our situation. I've never felt so close to another person before—I never let myself. 

I thought it would pass eventually, like a sand castle when it's high tide. Noticeable, beautiful, but temporary.

But I can tell you now, that was such bullshit. Since that first dance, there was never a moment I wasn’t in love with you. I loved you before I knew I was capable of it, before I knew I had it in me, and you had my heart before I even knew it was there. I saw the thorns of your past and held my hands out, ready to bleed if it meant I could touch you.

And that scared me. The very thing that gave me strength was my biggest weakness. That’s a hard pill to swallow at sixteen and it’s just as daunting at twenty-two. 

Years ago, you asked me if I could wish for anything, what would it be? I still wish I was a different person, someone you could be proud of. And I wish that person got to grow old with you. 

God, you don't know how badly I want to grow old with you.  

I have no doubt that there's a planet out there under a different sun where we end up together. Hand in hand with the two kids we always talked about. A little girl that'll have me wrapped around her finger because she'll look just like you. And a little boy that'll drive you up the wall because he's a little too much like me. That universe is where my heart lives.  

We'll find it someday, just you and me. Until then, they'll find our love written in the stars. In every constellation.  

-Yours until words lose meaning,  

Finnick O.  

You reread the letter.

Then reread it again. You keep rereading it until the words refuse to sit still, letters blurring together. 

It ends here? What’s he talking about? He can't possibly mean the two of you. He can't. 

But he’s ending it. He ended it.

Why would he—?

He said there’s no reason, but…but there has to be. 

You try to think of anything you did—anything you said that could have led to this but you're coming up blank. 

This doesn't make any sense. It doesn't line up with the Finnick you know. 

The letter says that he loves you, and you thought you knew he loved you, but it’s pretty hard to believe that when he’s leaving you.

He promised he'd stay with you, he promised, and Finnick doesn't break his promises. Not with you. No. Not after everything you've been through together. You only have each other. 

The paper falls from your trembling hands to the desk. 

No. You only have Finnick. But, Finnick—he doesn't want you anymore, right? So, where does that leave you? What else do you have? 

A grandfather clock ticks in the background, though it sounds muted to your ears. 

You look down at the paper and find wet spots, and ink more smeared than before. Your cheeks are wet. Are you crying?

Stupid. You grit your teeth, fury mixing with despair. Stupid tears. Stupid Finnick. You wipe at your cheeks roughly, angry at yourself for being weak enough to cry over him. There are a million and one reasons this could have happened and they all begin and end with you. You have no one to blame but yourself.

You know what it feels like for your body to break. You know what it is to be drained down to your skin, nerves, muscles, and bones. You've come eerily close to knowing what it's like to have your mind broken. 

But this is new. This is what it feels like to have your heart broken. It's sudden, and it rips you apart on its way in. Not an arrow, but a knife. Cold and serated. It's quicker than you thought it'd be, but it hurts just the same. 

You’re so cold. You don't think you've ever been this cold before. Not even when you were nine and you got such bad hyperthermia that you couldn’t work for the rest of the winter. He always ran hot, you think distantly. And all his warmth has left you. 

You hold on to yourself because no one else will. You would have preferred your body breaking. At least that heals. 

“I can’t,” you weep, stuttering over betrayal and loss, “I can’t do this alone.”

You press your forehead into the desk, your body shaking with the sobs you’re holding back. It hurts so bad. Pain sits rooted in your chest, sharp and rigid like a peach pit. Your heart doesn’t beat, it throbs. Throbs like a festering wound, irritated and infected. 

You pull at your shirt and dig your nails into your chest. If you press hard enough through the skin and fascia and muscles, you could pull out the problem.

But that’s impossible. There’s nothing there. It’s the absence that hurts, that gaping Finnick-shaped hole. 

Did you get ahead of yourself? Thinking anything could last with someone who shines as bright as him? Maybe…maybe if you were a little more like him, if you shined just as bright. 

You snort, anger flaring briefly. 

You’re not a star, you’re not even the moon. How can the sun love the same darkness it chases away?

He described the ocean to you once. Vast and endless, like it could go on forever. And he told you about all the people who get lost at sea. Now you’re one of them. 

You have capsized, water rushing up past your neck and into your mouth and nose, just as salty as your tears. Your lungs burn from the lack of air, you can’t breathe and no one will come for you because you're as good as dead.

Here you sit in your study in your home that isn’t really yours, far away from any ocean, but you're drowning anyway. 

You drown and you drown and you drown and you do it alone.

Present (X) - Finnick 

[23 & 24] - THE CAPITOL

It’s a last resort, a unanimous choice between them all. A wordless decision that the victors made to appeal to the Capitol citizens. Though they’re all using different means, it’s all for the same result. That’s what Finnick has to remind himself when he’s called on stage after Beetee. 

The crowd screams at his entrance and he locks his hands behind his back. He smiles, nodding to his adoring fans as he stands beside Caesar.

“Finnick, I understand you have a message for somebody out there. A special somebody.” The crowd hoots and hollers at the dramatics of it all and the idea of one of them being the special someone close to his heart. He chuckles and looks down. The Capitols being painfully predictable is finally paying off. All according to plan. “Can we hear it?”

He could spew some generic flowery shit that could apply to literally anyone he’s come in contact with, but…

He looks at the camera. Fourteen victors will perform before you, so you should still be in your dressing room. Are you watching? Watching him?

"My love, my star. My heart is yours. And…and if I had to pick a place to die, it would be in the warmth of your arms. Your smile, the last thing I see and your lips, the last thing I taste. Everything I have ever done, I have done for you.”

Caesar pouts at the audience as they coo at his love letter and he wishes they never heard it. He wishes he could have said it to you directly. Those words, they’re yours and they should have been for your ears only. And, yet, here he is, relaying his heart to you through a screen.

Look how far we’ve fallen, Star. 

“Oh, my. That’s very touching, Finnick. Isn’t it? I’m sure whoever it is, is listening and feeling truly loved.” 

“I hope you’re right, Caesar.”

They allowed Mags to opt out of her interview on account of her not being able to speak. How kind, he scoffs. He settles on the raised platform beside her and he briefly squeezes her hand. 

You okay? He mouths and she nods, smiling. 

One by one, each victor comes with their own approach to sway the masses. Oh, he knows there's no way they'll be canceling the games. Finnick is more likely to drain the ocean with a teaspoon before Snow even considers stopping this cruelty. But it’s worth a shot, he supposes. It can’t possibly make going into the arena any worse.

Besides Johanna's impassioned speech, nothing the other victors do stands out to him. Then, you're called out.  

He sinks his teeth into his lip as the audience applauds at your entrance.

From what he can recall, your outfit is a remix of the dress you wore in your first interview as if it has aged and matured with you. It’s gained a long train and the hip-high thigh slits that your stylist is known for.

You blow kisses to the crowd and they, understandably, go wild. You turn to Caesar with a smile and the overhead lights shine on you, painting your skin in soft lighting like a blanket. He takes a breath. And another, until he notices he’s breathing in sync with you.

He blinks when the crowd breaks into raucous laughter and realizes he’s missed something.

"Oh, we all know just how shy you are." Caesar smiles, holding his laugh behind clenched teeth in that way of his that reminds Finnick of an overachieving beaver. The crowd laughs with him and your cheeks must hurt from holding that coy smile. "Now, the last time we talked, you said you were composing a new piece." Caesar pulls a violin out from…somewhere behind him and presents it to you like a gift. Finnick doesn’t know what he was expecting, but he didn’t think you’d use the violin as your strategy. Mostly because of how much you hate it. Or maybe you don’t anymore. Perhaps you’ve grown to love it and he’s none the wiser. “Can you play it for us now?" The crowd clamors in ooohs and ahhhs at the idea. It's always been a privilege to hear you play. Finnick watches your face closely.

It wasn't your favorite thing to do, but you took to it like a fish to water. Usually, Snow would have you play at the more "personal" get-togethers. But every once in a while, you would compose a song for Finnick . And when it was just the two of you, you'd share it with him. He'd sit in front of you in awe as you played. He doesn't have a musical bone in his body, but he can hum every piece from memory. 

“You’re kinda putting me on the spot here, but, sure. I would love to play it for you all.” You laugh. You place the instrument under your chin and position your fingers and bow.

And you play.

It's not showy like the pieces you usually play for the public. Not grand or performative, but soft and soulful. Melancholy. It feels nostalgic almost, like something you would write for him. 

The haunting melody carries throughout the silent room, and it is as if everyone is breathing with the lilting notes. Everyone but Finnick, who can't seem to catch his breath. 

He looks down, squeezing his eyes shut, nose scrunching as he fights back tears. Because as much as you may hate the instrument, you play it as if it's an extension of your body. And you've always been better at showing how you feel than saying it. 

It sounds like a goodbye. 

You come to a stop and Finnick's lungs stop constricting with your movements.

When you finish, it’s quiet before Caesar clears his throat and gives you a small smile that almost looks genuine.

“That was marvelous, my dear. Truly moving—wasn’t that moving?” He asks the audience, and Finnick will be surprised if there’s a dry eye in the crowd. Even their applause sounds sad. 

“Thank you, Caesar.” You nod at the praise. “You taught me so much—all of you. If I had known this would be the last time I got to play for you—” You trail off into a sob and the crowd coos. The words may be fake, but he isn’t too sure about the tears. He wonders if you think you won’t make it out of the arena alive—not that he would let that happen. If he could just talk to you, and have an actual conversation, he could know what you’re thinking.

Caesar pats your lower back and Finnick’s eyes narrow. “And you played beautifully.”

You hand the violin back with a watery smile and, fake or not, Finnick hates to see you cry. 

You’re met with a standing ovation as you climb to your place on the platform. With the way the victors are positioned, he stands directly behind you. Or, well, strictly speaking, he’s more diagonal than directly behind you. Still, how lucky is he? He could, theoretically, lean forward and catch a whiff of your perfume—

He gathers himself, straightening up and lacing his fingers behind his back. He squeezes the space between his thumb and forefinger.

Katniss spins and her wedding dress transforms in a flurry of fire before their eyes. 

“Again with the fire.” He mutters under his breath.

The crowd is in awe as she spreads her wings, but he isn’t so easily cowed. Though, he might not be the target audience. Finnick’s never been particularly fond of birds, even if they are mockingjays.

"You know Katniss and I, we've been luckier than most. And I wouldn't have any regrets at all if it weren't…if—" Peeta stops himself, glancing around nervously.

"If it weren't for what? What?"

“If it weren’t for the baby.”

Now, that catches his attention. Gasps echo throughout the room at Peeta’s revelation. Finnick’s eyebrows almost touch his hairline with how high they raise. Caesar tries to do damage control, but the situation is quickly escalating. 

“Call off the games!”

“This is cruel!”

He purses his lips around a growing smile, but he can’t hide it for long when the crowd starts shouting. That’s…certainly one way to get the audience riled up. He catches the slight smirk on Peeta’s face as he watches the commotion he caused and Finnick’s a little jealous. 

Chaos unfurls in a way he never thought the Capitols were capable of. They’ve always been so docile; sheep shepherded into any direction Snow lead them. But it makes sense. The romance act was meant to fool the Capitol and fool them, it has. He hides the vindictive glee he feels at the riot breaking out in the name of the victors, but only barely. He would kill to see Snow's face right now. 

How does it feel, he wonders, to see your people rebel in support of the savages you tried to paint us out to be?

He looks over, brows furrowed, as Mags takes his hand with a proud smile and he glances down in time to see you take Chaff’s hand. He pauses for a moment before taking the hand the woman from Five offers him. In sync, the victors all raise their hands in a show of solidarity. 

“Stop the games!”

“Call them off!”

Finnick grins big at the mayhem unfolding before him and they keep shouting long after the lights cut out.

Present (X) - You & Finnick

[23 & 24] - THE CAPITOL

“Star!”

It didn't take long for the tributes to be escorted off the platforms and as he chases after you, Finnick realizes that he vastly underestimated just how many people stood between you and him. He isn't sure if he's too far away for you to hear or if you’re actively ignoring him.

”Star!” Finnick pushes through the crowd of victors and stage crew to get closer. Chaff glances at him and now he knows for sure that you’re ignoring him.

“Stubborn.” He mutters as some of his fellow victors let him pass, glancing at him before continuing their conversations. But, as he’s said before, he’s just as stubborn as you. He racks his brain for something that’ll catch your attention before he loses what might be his last chance with you. “The message was for you! ”

You pause at the entrance of the elevator at Finnick's shout. You're so close to getting away, so close. Your escape is a hair's breadth and a footstep away, but you remember how you felt sitting in your dressing room watching Finnick's interview. Was there a pang of jealousy over the possibility of the message being for someone else? Honestly, it couldn't even be categorized as jealousy. 

You look over your shoulder and his lungs stop constricting. He’s got you. Now, for the hardest part: keeping you.

There are dozens of eyes on him, people milling around as if they aren’t honed in on whatever this is. He can’t blame them for being curious, he’s a little confused himself. He went into this with no plan, not that he would have been able to stick to one with how you’re looking at him.

“What?” As he approaches, the lingering crowd fully parts for him. You regard the gathering audience warily. 

“What I said, the message—it was for you.” He repeats. 

He can’t afford to be coy, that hasn't worked the last dozen times he's attempted a conversation with you and it definitely won't work now. He knows if he doesn’t catch you now, there won’t be any more chances.

Peeta dropped a baby bomb, and, somehow, this is the most dramatic thing to happen tonight. His eyes are locked intently on you, either unaware of all the attention he’s captured or just uncaring.

You look over to Chaff for help but he just smirks at your growing embarrassment. You watch in disbelief as he walks away using the excuse of finding Seeder to escape. 

“Finnick, this isn’t the time.” You glance between him and the floor, tracing the threading in his boots instead of the desperation in his eyes. 

"Can you please just,” he shifts his weight on his feet, "can you look at me, Star? Please, look at me." He lifts his hand like he aims to reach you, but hesitates. 

This situation is developing into something far more intimate than your current company should allow. More intimate than you should allow. You can always walk away, turn your back to him, and get on one of the idle elevators—let it end here, once and for all. The only thing stopping you would be the completely unfounded guilt and regret. 

You don't owe him anything, let alone your time. 

And, yet. Yet, yet, yet.

Maybe you can get some sort of closure and set clear boundaries before you go into the arena and—that reasoning sounds weak even to you.

Both of you could die tomorrow and truthfully, you don't want to walk away from him; you've never wanted to.

Besides, it's not like he can hurt you any worse than he already has. 

Finnick jolts when he feels your hand wrap around his wrist, a sensation he should be accustomed to but has grown foreign. 

You pull him away from eavesdropping ears, but not from nosey eyes. With how front and center Finnick has made this, you feel like a spectacle, but when haven't you?

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You question him in a harsh whisper. “I don’t know what this is or what you think this is, but it is not the place for it. What if this gets back to Snow—”

“I don’t care.”

“—There’s already so much…what?”

“I don’t care.” He shakes his head, and for once, he’s not lying. “I don’t care if they hear us, or—or if this gets back to Snow.”

Your jaw shifts as you narrow your eyes up at him and there’s that anger he’s been expecting.

“Please, Star. Just…just let me speak.” He begs. Your face goes blank, a mask slotting into place like a lock with a key that Finnick has long since lost the right to. He blocks out the chatter around him. 

“Not here.” He thinks he’s being rejected for a moment until you grab his wrist and drag him behind you. The elevators are filling in droves and you just so happen to pick the one housing some of the last people he wants to witness this. 

Haymitch takes one look at your faces and the grip you have on his wrist and raises his hands in defense. 

Haymitch turns to Katniss and Peeta. “Nuh-uh, believe me. You do not wanna be locked in here with them.” He shakes his head and steps out without a backwardsqasz glance and you contemplate going with him. “I’ll meet you guys up there.”

Johanna steps on in his place, elevator doors closing behind her. She looks between the four of you and whistles. Finnick sighs.

“There’s the happy couple.” You glance at Peeta and Katniss because she certainly isn’t talking about the two of you. “You caused quite the stir out there. Why didn’t you tell us you were expecting? We could have thrown you a baby shower.” You sigh through your nose. You don’t even have it in you to intervene in this conversation.

“What the hell is a baby shower—”

“We didn’t know how everyone would take it.” Peeta cuts Katniss off. “We’re already the newest victors. The baby might’ve painted an even bigger target on our backs.” He says without stuttering once.

“That’s a fantastic answer, Peeta.” Johanna crows sarcastically. “Did Haymitch prep you on that one or did you come up with it on your own?”

“No. No, it’s all me.” He assures with a downward smile. It certainly is all him. He’s the mastermind behind all of this, right? Ironically enough, Finnick doubts Katniss had any real part in making this ‘baby scandal’.

Finnick opens his mouth to make a quip but thinks better of it. You’re already aggravated at his presence and he honestly doesn’t want to remind you that he’s here. His only consolation is that you’re still holding his wrist, all five pads of your fingers are searing points on his skin.

Peeta gives you an imploring look, eyebrows raised as if to ask if you’re alright and you nod and—when did that happen?

It’s quiet, with no other sound than the nearly inaudible woosh of the elevator going between floors. No one makes an effort to break the steadily growing awkward silence. Finnick does, however, make the mistake of making eye contact with Johanna. She mouths you’re dead at him over your head and, yeah, that definitely fills him with much-needed confidence. 

Present (X) - Finnick

[21 & 22] -  THE CAPITOL; TRAINING CENTER; ELEVENTH FLOOR

“Alright. You wanted to speak.” Your dress flutters around your legs as you settle into a big green chair. That same giant green chair you sat in three years prior. You’ve both grown considerably since then. Just in two completely different directions. What a juxtaposition. “Speak.” 

He stays where he’s standing a couple of feet away. He probably should have figured out what to do on the elevator ride, but, again, he’s without a plan. “Did you hear my message? When I was up there with Caesar? I know you were still getting ready—did you hear it?”

“I might’ve.” You shrug and cross your arms, still so stubborn. “Great strategy by the way. I’m sure you’ll reel in plenty of sponsors.”

“God, Star, it wasn’t for them. It wasn’t even for the fucking movement.” You raise a brow at his words but give no further outward reaction. He moves to stand before you, each step more unsure than the last. Your glare is scorching, but there’s been enough space between the two of you to house the sun. “Do you remember when you said my poetry was a gift? And—and that I shouldn’t waste it on them? You said you would never be tired of anything I do. Do you remember that night? What I said?” He implores. It was a special night full of promises and you gave him more than he deserved.

You look him over with a critical eye long enough that he’s sure you’re not going to answer. Especially when you turn to stare off to the side before sighing out of your nose.

“My heart, who am I to deprive you of what's yours by right? The air in my lungs, I breathe for you. The blood in my veins pumps for you. A leaf can’t stop itself from falling and neither could I. Everything I do, I do for you.” It only takes him half a second to recognize the lines and he’s stunned, transported back to that garden under the stars. “I remember all of them… I remember everything you’ve made for me.” You give him fleeting peripheral glances and avoid his gaze like you’re ashamed of that. 

He nods, frantic and eager. He’s making headway. He honestly didn’t think you’d let him get this far. Your eyes widen when he drops down onto his knees before you smooth your face into a blank mask. “They’re all yours. And they’ll keep being yours even if you still hate me when I leave this room. Everything I’ve written since I met you has been for you.’’ He confesses, hands moving to grip the arms of your chair, but is it really a confession? The Capitols love his poetry because they adore the idea of Finnick Odair being devoted to them, longing for them and, for that, you’ve always been his muse. 

You stare down at him, giving no indication that anything he’s said has swayed you. He grits his teeth through the sting of rejection and sighs, arms falling to his sides.

“I can’t tell you how sorry—”

“Why now?” You cut him off. “It’s been two years. You don’t owe me anything, Finnick, so if this a guilt thing—”

“I–It’s not. I mean, it is, but it’s not…it’s not why I’m here.” He sits back on his haunches, running a hand through his hair. “We could die tomorrow. And I don’t want you going into that arena thinking that I don’t love you or…or that I wanted to leave you.”

You squint at him, face twisting into a sour scowl.

“You said,” you drawl, slow and drawn out like you’re explaining something fundamental to a child, “you thought it was best if we ended it.”

He shakes his head. “I lied. I had to and I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know I hurt you and I know saying sorry won’t be enough, but please know sending that letter was the last thing I wanted to do. Leaving you was the last thing I wanted to do.”

“What? What are you talking about? You said—”

He holds his hands up, stopping your completely warranted stream of questions.

“I know. I know what I said and I never would have said it if Snow hadn’t shown up at my house—”

“Snow showed up at your house?” Your arms unfold and you lean forward so suddenly that he almost flinches back. “When?” 

“Uh, a few weeks before I sent the letter. He’s the only reason I even sent it.” He scoffs, remembering the state he was left in after Snow offered the ultimatum. He doesn’t need to try to remember the words written in the letter he sent you because he’s never forgotten. They’re tattooed on the back of his eyelids, seared into his memory every time he blinks.

“What did he want? What did he say to make you…” He watches you try to articulate your confusion. What led to this? What could have possibly been worth giving you up? 

“Snow, he was convinced that our relationship would somehow lead to—to civil unrest. His solution was to get rid of one of us, get rid of you. I couldn’t let that happen. He never explicitly said it, but you know how he is, how he speaks …I was scared. I was. I didn’t—” His voice cracks and you stare down at him with stunned, wide eyes. He wants to shuffle closer. He wants to sway into you and take some kind of comfort. But he doesn’t. “I didn’t know what to do and I couldn’t just tell you because you would have tried to find some kind of loophole and we couldn’t afford to make him more hostile than he already was.”

You look to your left out of the wall-length windows and smirk, completely throwing Finnick off. 

"Star?"

You stand. He watches as you pace the length of the room before turning on your heel and walking onto the balcony. He can do nothing more than follow you. 

“He came to my house too, you know. Around the same time, I think. He wanted to remind me about how privileged I am.” You snort and that sick feeling is developing in his stomach, organs twisting to make room for the settling dread. He isn’t sure what he thought you’d do in light of the revelation, what he expected you to say, but it’s not this. “Went on and on about how thankful I should be that he was allowing us to be in a relationship and…and that as long as I kept myself in line, I could keep you.” You sigh, propping your elbows on the railing and placing your face in your hands.

He doesn’t know what to do. Speechless doesn’t even cover it. His anger is there, and he doesn’t see that ever leaving him...but he’s been angry for so long and tired for even longer.

“We played right into his hand, Finnick. He gained something from this, bastard that he is.” You scoff. You turn and sit with your back against the glass railing. "That's all that matters to him."

Finnick stews on it and many things are starting to make sense. In the months leading up to the event, the two of you started seeing each other less and less—long stretches of time where all he had was your perfume and words to keep him company. And considering Snow was the only way either of you were allowed to come to the Capitol… Of course. It all seems so fucking obvious now.

"I should have known better. Snow was never gonna kill you, he's too fucking—dammit.” He stops and shakes his head. So much lost time, so much pain. All unnecessary in the end.

“Come sit down, Finn.”

Finn. 

He hasn't been called that in a long time. He takes a second to stare unseeingly at the stars before sliding down beside you.

It's quiet. He doesn't know what to say, doesn't know if there's anything he should say, and he's sure you feel the same. But he does know if it was up to you, you'd both sit in silence for the foreseeable future and he has two years' worth of confessions to make. 

“The mo—” he stops, overwhelmed by how much he wants to say, but nothing feels good enough, “I loved you the moment you laughed at my stupid joke the first time we danced together and I have loved you ever since. Even when I wasn’t there to show you, even when I—I left you. I’ve loved you the entire way, Star. There are billions of suns out there, billions of universes, and I love you in every one.”

Your head whips up.

“I remember everything you’ve made for me too.” Your mouth twists, brows furrowing as you stare at him and he can’t express how good it feels to be seen.

"I don’t hate you.” You shrug a shoulder, smiling small and quick. “You said ‘even if you still hate me’, I don’t hate you.”

“...You don’t?” 

“I tried to. For a while, I thought I did." He shouldn’t be surprised by that. He shouldn’t be hurt by something he explicitly told you to do in his letter. Finnick shouldn’t be a lot of things that he is. “But I just…couldn’t." You grimace "I didn’t even want to, after a while. I was just tired.”

His head thumps against the railing. He closes his eyes. There's a question on his tongue, an answer he shouldn't need but wants regardless. 

“Is that why you stopped sending letters?” When he opens his eyes again, he’s relieved that you’re still facing him.

Your face twists like you’ve tasted something sour, something rotten. “I just…I was fine waiting for you, Finnick. It was hard, but it didn’t hurt. Not too bad, at least. I would’ve waited a thousand years because it would have been worth it to hold you for a second. And I could get through that because I knew you were waiting for me too. But, I realized you were never coming. And, eventually, I realized…you weren’t waiting either." You whisper, wrapping your arms around your legs as you pull your knees up. He stiffens, freezing in place as he tries to slow his heartbeat. 

He drops his head, brows furrowed as he tries, and fails, to stop tears from forming. It's just, it's cruel. The one thing he promised himself he'd never do—leave you, hurt you—he had to do for you. 

He wipes his face, pressing the base of his palms into his eyes. 

"Star, I…I would never…It killed me to write that letter, you have to know that, right? Right ?" He implores, voice rough while his breath hitches repeatedly. His throat feels tight and swollen as he stutters over the words in his chest. The words you have to hear, the words he needs you to hear. You stare forward, refusing to look at him anymore and he turns to face you full-on, refusing to look at anything but you. "How can I let you know that? What can I do—to prove—that I'm sorry?"

He thought you both had changed too much to be fluent in what you two used to have. He thought it was a different language, but here, up close, he can see that it’s not so much a new language as it is a cipher. You just had to let him get close enough to understand again. He always thought you had such an open face, it was a wonder to him how you could lie so eloquently when you could never lie to him. But it wasn’t until he was shut out that he realized you were letting him read you, subconsciously or otherwise. He reads you now, eyes tracing your face eagerly—hungrily, and finds…remorse?

"I know you’re sorry. I know. And logically, knowing the truth should make it easier to get over it.” Your mouth opens and closes, hesitating. “But you left me." He nods hard enough to hurt his neck. "I did." And he's sorry, he's sorry, he's so sorry. He doesn't think there's enough air on the planet for him to tell you just how sorry he is. "You left me, Finnick. I know it isn’t rational to feel this way knowing you didn’t want to, but…” You lick your lips, resting your cheek on your knee. When you look up at him, actually look at him and not somewhere over his shoulder, the glossy state of your eyes has him digging his nails into his hands to ground himself. "It’s just—it’s a real challenge to separate you from that hurt." I’d take that hurt from you if I could, he thinks. I’d grit my teeth through the pain and wear it proudly if it meant you’d have a moment of relief. He doesn’t say any of that. Instead, he says, "I'm sorry, Star." Because, really, what else is there to say? There’s no way to describe everything he’s sorry for.

"...I'm sorry too." You say and he wants to tell you there’s nothing to apologize to him about, but you lock your pinky with his and it’s enough to make his throat tighten, and all he can manage is a wistful sigh at the feeling of coming home.

Far below you, the sound of the city is dampened by the distance but no less heard. He goes to speak but spots a flash of blue out of the corner of his eye. It’s your ankle. Or specifically, what’s on your ankle.

“You wore it?” He asks, touching the fraternal twin of his own bracelet. He appraises what he thought was lost reverently. Tracing the grooves of the shells, the divets in the charms, the rough twine of the rope—it all feels like a live wire under his fingers.

“I never took it off.” You slip your heel off, loosening the straps of the bracelet and wiggling it down your foot. “I just thought it might be a little sad to parade it around when you didn’t want me.”

“There will never be a moment on this Earth of me not wanting you, not while I still have air in my lungs. Not even after.” 

“And how’ll you manage that?” You ask, your eyes crinkling in that old mirth you used to wear around him like a beauty mark.

“For you? I’ll find a way.” He promises.

You hum, appraising the jewelry briefly before passing it to him. He smiles when you lift your hand, silently prompting him. He places the bracelet on you, tightening it on your wrist. It feels like muscle memory when he lifts your hand to place a kiss on the center shell.

The corner of your mouth twitches up and you nod. “Okay.”

He leans in, placing a hand on the base of your neck and pulling you towards him and he’s still in awe that you actually let him. He holds the back of your head as you bury your face in his chest, wrapping your arms around his slender waist. 

"I'm not asking for forgiveness, it wouldn’t be fair.” He murmurs into the crown of your hair. “But after we do this, I want the chance to make it up to you." If you'll let him, he'll spend the rest of his life mending what he tore apart.

“I think…I’d like that.” You speak into his chest and he feels your voice more than he hears it. “It was for you too.”

“What was?”

“The song I played onstage. I wrote it after it all happened. I couldn’t touch the violin without thinking of you, Finn. You were the only person I ever wanted to play for.” You whisper and it feels like he’s been punched in the stomach. Finnick’s taken by the sudden need to look in your eyes more than anything, to see and know you and be seen and known in return. He pulls back enough to look down at you.

“Star.” He begs you beseechingly, and there’s no hesitation when you look up at him. He grins. It feels like it’s been years. “There you are.”

You smile. It's small and heavier than he remembers, but it's there and he is as whole as he will ever be.

A/N: IMAGINE POURING YOUR HEART OUT AND EXPRESSING HEARTFELT INTIMACY TO THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE JUST TO GET DUMPED yeesh. fun fact: "...but if you only dug a little deeper you’d find your picture framed and hanging along the walls of my soul." I actually texted this to my beta reader about Finn from Adventure Time after seeing an edit bc I love him so much, but then I converted it into Finnick love. also, Finnick's letter was one of the first things I wrote for this story months ago. That balcony talk was inspired by Hozier's Unknown/Nth WE IN THE ARENA NEXT CHAPPY

[vodika-vibes]

Hello lovely! Could I please request Ruby for Dogma x female reader where they both have huge crushes on each other, but are too shy to say anything; one day after Dogma comes back from a long tour and she just decides to go for it and she glomps him, kissing him on the lips over and over again while his brother's are just standing there, jealously gawking lol. I hope this inspires you and I hope that what you're coming down with doesn't last long!🌼

Take A Chance

Summary: You’ve been crushing on Dogma for, what feels like, years. But you’ve always been too nervous to actually put your feelings into words. But, after your closest friend tells you that she’s going to invite Dogma into her bed when he returns from his deployment, you decide to take a chance.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Dogma x Reader

Word Count: 852

Warnings: Some angst at the beginning, but there's a happy ending. Also, reader has a toxic friend

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So, I didn't follow your prompt to the letter, but I think I'm happy with this, so I hope you are too!

Anxiety twists your stomach as you lean against the flowering tree on the base that the 501st call home when they’re not deployed. 

The Resolute docked about an hour ago. It’s only a matter of time before they actually come back to the base, and that’s the thing that is making you so anxious.

Not that they’re coming back, no. 

But the fact that you’re going to see Dogma.

Kind Dogma. Handsome Dogma.

Dogma, who you’ve been crushing on for months. Who you’ve been too shy to confess to, because he might not feel the same.

Dogma, who your best friend decided that she was going to try and bed, even though she knows about your crush on him. Her argument was that since you haven’t said anything yet, then he’s free game.

You warned her that if she did this, she would lose your friendship forever. And she just didn’t care.

So that definitely isn’t helping your anxiety. It’s not like you have so many friends that you can afford to lose any of them…even bad friends are better than no friends, right?

You lift your head when you hear the familiar sound of heavy boots on the paved road, and a small smile crosses your lips when you see the 501st trekking back to their barracks.

Knowing them, most of them are going to change and hit up the bars or go and find their partners.

They deserve it.

And then there’s Dogma, talking to Tup, joking about something based on the wry grin on Tup’s face, and your heart lurches. You love him. You want to be his and him to be yours and…

And…

And you can’t do it.

Your hands curl into fists and you drop your gaze away from the man that you love so much.

He deserves…more. So much more.

You jump when a pair of boots stop in front of you, “Credit for your thoughts?”

“They’re hardly worth that much.” You reply automatically, before you lift your gaze. Dogma is standing in front of you, concern written clearly on his face, “Ah…welcome back, Dogma.”

“Thanks.” His dark eyes scan your face, “What’s wrong, you look upset.” His brow furrowed, “Did someone threaten you?”

“No. Nothing like that. Just…coming to a realization about myself, is all.”

“Wanna share?”

“It’s not important.”

“It’s important enough that it upset you.”

You hesitate, “Well…” You fold your arms, “There’s a guy-” Dogma’s expression twitches slightly, but he just motions for you to continue, “And I just realized that I’m never going to be good enough for him.”

“If he thinks that then he’s a karking idiot.” Dogma replies, “You’re amazing.”

“No, he didn’t…” You hesitate, “That was me coming to that realization, not…” You sigh, “Like I said, not important.”

Dogma is quiet for a moment, “Well,” He finally says, “Since you have this…guy,” His tone is odd, but he continues before you can question it, “I guess you’re not interested in getting a drink or something with me?”

“...what?”

“Like, caf. Or maybe something else, since you don’t drink caf.” Dogma adds, and then he flashes a wry smile, “Sorry, I had a plan, but now that I’m standing here, I can’t quite remember it.”

“A plan?”

“For asking you out. On a date.” He rubs the back of his neck, “But, you just said there’s a guy, so I guess you’re not interested-”

You stare at him, blankly for a moment. And then you step into his space and press your lips against his in an awkward kiss. You pull away quickly, and Dogma stares at you, as though his brain needs a moment to reboot.

He stares at you for long enough that you shift nervously, and avert your gaze, “U-um…I shouldn’t have-”

You’re not able to finish your sentence before Dogma’s lips are hot against yours, and he has you pressed against the tree behind you. Unlike your kiss, which was hesitant and very chaste, his kiss is sure and quickly becomes passionate.

And you’re helpless but to match his intensity, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck and he pins you against the tree.

There’s a loud whistle and a shout of, “Get it, Dogma!” Which causes him to break the kiss, but he doesn’t pull away, instead he presses his forehead against yours, and he raises his hand to flip off whichever brother that was.

There’s the sound of laughter, and then the audience disperses, not that you notice that, as your focus is locked on Dogma, who has all of his attention focused on you.

“So,” Dogma says as he leans in slightly, his lips hovering just over yours, “I’m the guy?”

“You’re the guy.” You agree.

Dogma exhales slowly, his breath fanning across your face, “Good.” He breathes out.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” His gaze drops to your lips, “So…that date?”

“I’d like to go get some caf with you, Dogma.”

“Then I’ll go change and we can do that.” He murmurs, “But…first…” He trails off as his lips catch yours one more time. 

And, eagerly, you kiss him back.

[baby-xemnas]

more people would understand why lawbepo is so magnificent if they stopped viewing bepo like he is some type of pet just because he doesn’t have a human appearance:

law, who is demonstrably not a touchy feely guy, lets his adult male crew mate hug him and glomp him and cuddle him and fuss over him like a worried wife, all the time. law often entrusts his sword to this one adult male crew mate. law takes naps with his adult male crew mate regularly, so often that his adult male crew mate gets jealous seeing him nap with someone else. law rubs his adult male crew mate’s tummy to comfort him when he’s sick. law rarely scolds this adult crew mate and even when he is frustrated he caves quickly because his adult male crew mate is just that cute. law takes his adult male crew mate to a concert, just the two of them, no one else. a concert that law wouldn’t normally ever be interested in going to, but he goes to this concert because he knows his adult male crew mate really wants to go. there was a time when law never expected to see his crew again, he was fully prepared to die when he went after doflamingo, but he still holds on to this one adult male crew mate’s vivre card. interesting…

fr tho, lawbepo has A LOT backing it up, one might argue the most of all possible law ships. it makes no sense to me that there is backlash to lawbepo because like. this is ONE PIECE. it has been established in canon that there are races in the world of OP that don’t have a typical human appearance, and we see this very early on when we meet the fishmen. it really shouldn’t be seen as outlandish in OP fandom for there to be ships that include non-human appearing characters.

if the haters don’t get lawbepo, it’s because they don’t want to get it. and i think that’s their loss because lawbepo is an amazing ship and enhances all characters involved (and surrounding characters if we are including the rest of the heart pirate crew) but especially law! anyway, i just want to thank you so much for drawing lawbepo and heart pirates, i love your art and how you have fleshed out these characters !

WHO IS THAT ADULT MALE CREW MATE????

ITS BEPO!!!

fr tho, lawbepo has A LOT backing it up, one might argue the most of all possible law ships

one might and i will! cuz its true!!!

thank you so much for the nice message ♥♥♥ agreeing with everything ♥

sorry everyone who doesnt like that their sexyman fave might happily be a furry...it does however enhance his character greatly. why are you so sexy but it's one of the best thing ever cuz its pretty rare to have a mixed pair like that especially when its a story filled with humans.

maybe i didnt read enough manga that to me their relationship is so unique exactly because bepo is not a pet - you have plenty characters in other stories that just have very loyal pets that are semi sentient and very useful but cant speak and ultimately are animals. but bepo is a guy and a friend and thats so awesome

he doesnt have a lot of scenes sadly (and doesnt have any COOL scenes, but i can kinda live with that) so he is not taken seriously as a person ppl just oh right law's pillow. YES HE IS BUT HE IS ALSO LAW'S OLD FRIEND

thankfully the ship doesnt have THAT many haters, but the fluffiness roundness and cuteness that law loves co much is bepo's curse to forever be a mascot while law is shipped off with human characters he is barely friendly with 😔

but we live, we happy, lawbepo family is strong, more than i could ever imagine and i love you guys so much ♥♥♥

[verydeadaten]

Sleep

Nora: Hey Jaune? Could you give me and Ren the room for the night?

Jaune: Yeah sure. I'll just room with Ruby for the night.

Nora: *glomps him* Thanks Jaune-Jaune! You're the best!

After getting Nora off of him, Jaune walks to Ruby's room.

Jaune: *knock knock knock*

Ruby: *opening the door* Oh, hey Jaune!

Jaune: Hey. Uh, is it alright if I room with you and Weiss for the night? Nora and Ren want the room for themselves.

Ruby: Sorry Jaune, me and Oscar are having our movie night/sleep over today.

Oscar: *on Ruby's bed* Hi Jaune.

Jaune: Oh. Where's Weiss?

Ruby: I don't know.

Jaune: Alright. You guys have a good night.

Ruby: You too Jaune! I hope you find somewhere to sleep.

As Jaune walked down the hall, he passed the room where Blake and Yang were sleeping. He was about to knock on the door, but then he started to hear certain... sounds. He wisely decided not to knock on their door.

Maybe he could sleep in Qrow's room? Surely, he wasn't sleeping with anyone. He knocked on his door, only to be greeted by not Qrow, but Winter. Wearing one of Qrow's undershirts.

Winter: ...

Jaune: ...

Winter: Do you need something?

Jaune: No! No, I'm... I'm good. Uhhh, have a nice night.

Winter: I hope you have a nice night as well, Mr. Arc.

Jaune was desparate. There had to be a room somewhere. He walked passed Emerald's room. No. He was desparate, but not that desparate.

Jaune sighed, and went to the kitchen. Maybe he could drown his sorrows in snacks and hot chocolate. But to his surprise, Weiss was there, making coffee.

Jaune: Weiss?

Weiss: *tired* Jaune. Would you like some coffee?

Jaune: No thanks. You couldn't find a room either?

Weiss: No. Every room was occupied. So I've decided to stay up all night.

Jaune: This sucks.

Weiss: Mmhmm.

Jaune:

Jaune:

Jaune: Fuck it.

Weiss: Hmm?

Jaune: I'm getting my sleeping bag, and sleeping on the balcony.

Weiss: That's... Not a bad idea. I'll get mine.

Jaune: Are you sure? It gets pretty cold at night.

Weiss: Please, I'm an Atlesian. I was born into the cold. This will be nothing.

It wasn't nothing. It was freezing. Weiss couldn't stop shivering, and her teeth were starting to chatter. How could a desert be so cold?! She should've brought a jacket, or something. She looked up at the starry night sky.

Weiss: Stupid stars, mocking me with their cold light. Aren't you supposed to be far away suns? Why can't you warm me up like it?

She then looked at Jaune, sleeping next to her. He looked unbothered by the cold. His eyes were closed. He looked warm.

She had an idea.

She poked Jaune in the face.

Weiss: Jaune. Jaune wake up.

Jaune: Hmm? What is it?

Weiss: Combine your sleeping bag with mine.

Jaune: Huh? Why?

Weiss: I'm cold. You're warm. Move. Now.

Jaune: Okay, okay.

They both unzipped their sleeping bags and attached them to each other. Jaune continued sleeping on his back, while Weiss slept with her back to him.

Weiss: *teeth chattering* I'm still cold.

Weiss had another idea.

Weiss turned around, wrapping her arms around Jaune, and laying her head on his chest.

Jaune: W-W-WEISS?!

Weiss: Shut up and hold me.

Jaune: What?

Weiss: Now.

Jaune: A-Alright.

Jaune turned to her, and held her in his arms. Weiss felt much warmer, both from the body heat, and the sheer embarrassment she felt for even having the courage to Jaune to do those things. Any other day, she wouldn't have been able to fall asleep. But now, she was just too tired.

Her eyes started to get heavier. Her last thought of the night was of how warm Jaune was, and how she'd like to feel that warmth again.

Maybe tomorrow, she could ask Jaune if they could sleep on the balcony again?

[cheesus-doodles]

I don't know if anyone has asked this before but what about Tokyo Revengers boys with a reader who loves plushies or like stuffed animals. Like the reader has so much that they can't fit all of the plushies on their bed. Do you think the Tokyo Revengers boys would try to get the reader more? Or do you think they would try to take some to their respective houses so then the reader goes to their house to see the plushies?

Anonymous asked: No thoughts, head empty, just yan plat toman getting jealous of your plushies.

hey yall! sorry for the silence, work has picked up quite a bit and ngl the job is killing my soul - the answering of asks has been slow but I've been trying to work on some of my longer fics! your patience is appreciated!

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I think at the start, before the boys actually knew what your collection was already like, they would be happy to contribute to your love of plushies. Draken and Mitsuya would go out of their way to win whatever kind of plush they think you would like from the arcade, Pah and Baji would team up to strip festival stalls of anything remotely cute. I would argue that in this case it would be Kazutora and Mikey who would surprisingly come out as the winners because they would refuse to get or buy you any new plushies, insisting that they were the best plushies you could possibly have and then proceeding to whine and cry for cuddles if you laugh that them. But not that the rest of the Tokyo Manji Gang founders would know yet.

To these delinquent boys, plushies are an easy way to keep you happy and close to them, plus help to signal to anyone who might be watching that you were theirs, especially when you carry an extra-large stuffed toy around that has their gang jacket draped over it.

But when your Toman friends finally get the opportunity to break into visit your bedroom, no doubt the boys are horrified at the absolute mountain of plush you have on your bed. The various plushies, a small percentage of which would be the ones they gave you, that formed a small mountain on your bed, barely leaving just enough space for you to sleep, let alone for the boys to share for snuggles and cuddles. Which is obviously unacceptable. Mikey and Kazutora would throw a fit, but that would be when the boys would unfortunately find out just how attached you are to your plush, and your refusal to give it up for them.

Obviously you didn't understand - the Toman boys were your only friends, and they would not be accepting any competition, inanimate object or not.

Out of pure jealousy, Baji would be the first to cave, sneaking out one of your plushies (a cat one, which he thought he would give to a community cat to take away) and bringing it home with him. More surprised that you could actually pinpoint which one was missing from your bed in an instant, but none of the founders would be not happy to find out that you were downright pissed to find out that one of them had taken your stuffed friend from your bed. That is until the black-haired boy just up and lied to you, telling you that he had grown to like that particular stuffed toy, and that he had trouble sleeping and your cat plush helped him sleep.

Baji made the rest of the Toman founders cross their hearts never to tell anyone else what he said that day, but it worked. Your anger instantly melted into sympathy and delight, and you glomped the black-haired boy, much to everyone's surprise. "You can take them home!" You excitedly tell Baji, loading up his arms with more stuffies of every size and type.

But then you start to miss your inanimate friends, and suddenly you're the one initiating, asking a very delighted Baji whether you could come over to his place to see your plushies and maybe cuddle for a bit? And then all hell breaks loose because now Mikey, Kazutora, Mitsuya, Draken and Pah are all scrambling to take plushies for themselves as well to lure you over to their place. The more you favoured the plush, the more they would beg to borrow it from you, because they know you would come over more often to visit, and maybe even ask to sleepover to cuddle with your sorely missed plushies. That would be the life.

Would even stop mattering to the Toman founders that they could be seen walking down the streets of Tokyo with their arms loaded with stuffed toys in broad daylight, trying their best to not drop any because you would cry and maybe even stop coming over in anger at their "lack of respect" towards your "friends". The boys would still try to wean you off your reliance on plushies and shift it to a reliance on them, but until then, taking your stuffed friends home would be their next top priority.

[siren-serenity]

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characters: samuel seo, gn!reader warnings: fluff a/n: - the first time i saw samuel, i fell in love - LIKE SIR?? YOUR CHEST *drools violently* - his titties could practically feed a whole orphanage - feedback is appreciated!

His body is a canvas and he is his own masterful painter. He is his own Michelangelo, carving out the perfect immortal onto his body. Careful to never exercise too much to stretch the thousands of tattoos, careful to never do too little to shrivel up the inkwork, careful to always take care after a session, careful to always adhere to his tattoo artist's advice. Samuel Seo regards his body highly; He never fails to catch the eyes of hundreds in the average city of Seoul. (He’ll never admit it but his ego swells up in pride.)

But tonight feels...different. As his expensive car (bought and given by Eugene, of course) races down the streets, maybe the street lamps having that golden hue of light to it, made him feel slightly romantic. Maybe it was as the abnormal number of couples going on with their normal average life haunting the streets. Maybe it was the way your perfume stuck to the leather seats like glue and wafts in the air, still. The ghost of Jake’s voice (his friend) reminds him of his hypocrisy. Romance? He gave it all up in the foolishness of his youth once upon a time.

To think that he would even reminisce on the aspect of romance, to even be in a romantic relationship, sounds ironic. Yet, as Samuel takes a quick, slightly dangerous U-turn and his other hand lingers on his phone, he feels none of it.

Only love. For you.

———-

His skin feels that familiar burn again. The familiarity of the pain is nothing to Samuel. His body is already a canvas, what’s adding one more brushstroke going to do?

“Samuel?”

Your voice rolls his name around with love and care. As he reaches down to take off his loafers, he spots you dashing in the corner of his eye and straightens up just to get glomped in a hug.

“Miss me?” Samuel murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and your shampoo scent invades his sense of smell. He greedily takes it in, urging his subconscious to engrave the scent into his memories.

He feels you nod against his chest.

“You were back later than expected…I thought you-“

“Didn’t I say I would never leave?” Samuel suddenly lifts you in a bridal carry; a rare, boyish laugh escapes him as you let out a small shout of surprise. Your arms instinctively wrap loosely around his neck and your elbows thump against his chest, bouncing against his round pectorals. “It’ll take more than a couple of stupid minions to take me down.”

Your head tilts back as you let out a laugh and it rings in Samuel's head, recording it so he can play the wonderous sound over and over again like a broken record.

"Of course," You lean in, pressing a kiss to his cheek and lingering there. "That's my man."

Samuel huffs, squeezing you tighter before finally laying you on the couch and kneeling between your legs. He looks up with adoring eyes and you get a good glance at his bandaged chest.

"What happened?!" You quickly unbutton his chest, eyes widened in worry. He only laughs in response, helping you slide off the article of clothing and slightly unwrapping the bandage to reveal the new tattoo.

Y/N L/N x Seo Samuel

He waits for your response with labored breaths. It was a risk to do so, an uncharacteristically impulsive decisive made late in the night. But he loved you.

"...Samuel..." You breathe out in awe. Shaking fingers lightly trace the inked skin and he shivers. Not even seconds later, you crash your lips onto his, fingers grasping onto his hair and pulling him onto you until his knees hit the couch and he is leaning over you.

He lets out a laugh between kisses but complies. His muscular arms hold onto your skin, gripping onto them to leave bruises while you lean in to tilt your head at a better angle.

"I take it that you love it?" Samuel murmurs between kisses. Your hand squeezes his narrow waist as you grin.

"Of course!"

Your hands cradle his face as if he were a precious jewel as you pepper kisses all over his face.

"I love you, Samuel Seo."

"I love you too, Y/N L/N."

[kingstoken]

I've been sick for the past week, so I been binging Doctor Who again. To everyone who said that I would love Twelve you were right!

I have to admit I didn't like him at first. At first he is a little darker, a little colder, and really lost, but he goes on a great character progression over his three seasons.

First of all, his relationship with Clara is so interesting and complicated. He glomps right onto to her, more intensely then I think with almost any other companion that I've seen so far. He has this enormous fear of losing her, especially in the first season. Which does make sense considering how lost he feels, but again I think this is the first time I've seen this dynamic play out.

Previous companions really push the Doctor to be better, Donna does it for Ten, Amy does it for Eleven, but it's different with Clara. There are moments where she does remind the Doctor to be a more caring person, but the feeling I got was more like the Doctor was pulling Clara down to his level more often then not, and often to Clara's determinant.

I do think a third companion could have been helpful some times, someone to provide a different, more rational perspective at times, because the Doctor and Clara were often in this intense feedback loop bubble, especially in the second season.

Clara's ending was heartbreaking and lovely at the same time, and I'm so glad he got his memories back of her at the very end, because she deserved to be remembered.

Secondly, I love Bill Potts! She was so refreshingly normal. After a couple of companions that were extra super special, the impossible girl, Amy saving the universe with her imagine alone, etc, it was so refreshing to have a companion who was just a normal everyday person. I loved her friendship with the Doctor, it just felt so sweet and chill, not that things are ever really all that chill with the Doctor, but that is the term that comes to mind. Also, Nardole was hilarious! I loved that he really wasn't afraid to call the Doctor out on his bullshit.

Lastly, Missy. I loved Missy to bits, the best version of the Master so far for me. I loved her when she was unhinged, and when she was trying to change. My only compliant is I wish we had gotten more of her. More of her being unhinged and more of her and the Doctor trying to work out things between them. They had part of one episode near the end where Missy was going to try and do a good mission on her own with the Doctor as her guide in her ear, and God I would have loved a full episode or episodes of that. And yes, I ship it! I ship it like crazy. I love a friends-to-enemies-to-allies-to-maybe friends again-to lovers. I'm so sad the Doctor will never know that she chose him in the end.

I'm probably missing a lot, but overall I loved Twelve and his companions, and his Master.

I'm probably going to take a long break before I start Thirteen's run. I just need to sit with what I've seen for a bit.