#my n key broke again and i think thats funny

[dipplinduo]

If there's anything you could change about your writing setup what would it be?

Probably not at ALL what you're expecting me to answer with but I'd want better air circulation and more humidity in my current room LOL. I have dry eye syndrome and it gets bad sometimes. Literally my biggest obstacle to writing if not my regular life schedule, which is often obstacle #2.

I already do a bunch of things to protect my eyes and I'd honestly advise anyone to do the same if they notice any issues with their own/these are just good things to do for your eyes in general, as needed:

- Sleep enough. No like really, try to get 8 - 8 1/2 hours as often as you can. Sleep is no joke.

- Adjust the night light on your screen so it filters out a good chunk of the blue light.

- Lower the brightness and use dark modes on literally everything. Get extensions for things that don't have them, especially if you're using them a lot (e.g. I use google docs for fic writing)

- Use a humidifier (in drier environments; this literally ensures that I don't wake up with reddened eyes)

- Use a warm compress on your eyes for 5 mins or so (emphasis on warm, not hot. Be verryyyyy careful not to burn yourself, the skin around your eyes is sensitive).

- Eye gellllllll & eyedrops omg. I'd be dead without them.

- Oh and since I decided to unsolicitedly run in this direction with the ask pls wear sunglasses and sunscreen!!! Even in the winter!!

All of the above is legit a godsent for me and it's been my default for everything since before fic writing because yes I do need all that maintenance for my sensitive lil blue orbs. And they still give me problems anyways. 🙄

The orb part was a joke btw

[aakariiiii]

The Necklace! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

features: mikey x fem!reader

contains: intruders, mentions of a dagger….cursing.. thats it?

requests: open

a/n: idk if i like this but..enjoy <3

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“I know you guys haven’t made a sound yet, but keep it down. I’m tryna sleep because I’m really feeling sick” your voice, groggy and tired spoke through the phone.

“Huh? Keep it down? What are you talking about, y/n?” Mikey questioned in a puzzled voice.

“Downstairs I mean—”

“Babe we’re literally outside a bakery getting Taiyaki…what in the world are you talking about?”

As soon as the realisation of these words was processed by your mind, your body sent you a rush of adrenaline that made you jolt up.

“Mikey—I swear to God if you’re messing with me I’m gonna beat your ass. It’s not funny.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

With trembling hands and a shaky breath, you hung up the phone and went on to call Draken.

“Yo y/n—”

“Draken you’re downstairs right?”

“Huh? No..I thought Mikey just told you that we’re at the Bakery…Mikey, Baji, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Takemitchy, and—”

“Fuck”

“Give me the phone Draken.” You hear Mikey shout from the other side

“Huh? What the fuck is happeni—” Draken asked, receiving no response back as his phone got taken away from him

“Y/n what is happening? is everything okay?”

“Mikey—I think some people broke in—” you were interrupted by your own cough.

“Wait—broke into your house?”

“Yeah—I thought it was you guys since…y’know, you have the spare keys and all but I guess not.” again, your cough interrupts you

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, just a little fever and some cough. Anyway, I think I can take them on…though I think I might be burning a little but that’s fine…I’ll update you when I’m done bu—”

“You’re an idiot. You know that, don’t you?” he muttered through the phone, then handed the phone to Draken.

“It’s Draken again. Listen, make your room seem as if no one was there and hide in your bathroom. Lock the door too, and stay there. The guys and I are coming, stay on the phone with me or hang up and call Mikey, it’s up to you, but don’t do anything reckless.”

“I can fight too, you know! Plus—“

“Didn’t you say that you were burning up or some shit? I don’t think your body is gonna like that..So shut up and do as I said.”

“But Draken—”

“No. How are you even talking right now anyways?”

“I told you I’m not that tired.”

“No.”

“fine. Idiot.”

You slowly tiptoed your away around your room, gathering a charger, headphones, a water bottle and your sketchbook and a pencil to sketch your boredom away.

Finally, you went to your bathroom and locked the door.

“I’m in.” you inform Draken, who was on the phone with you.

“Good, it might take us a while to get to you though because you’re dumbass boyfriend didn’t want to go anywhere except for that bakery.”

“Sounds like my dumbass boyfriend.”

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It’s been half an hour and you were feeling sleepy and tired. However, the creaking footsteps of the intruders kept you awake and you weren’t so sure you could fight them off anymore now that you can barely keep an eye open

A shiver ran down your back which caused u to involuntarily reach out for the necklace on your neck, only to find out that it’s not there.

“Hey n/n.” Mikey called out to you from behind, wrapping his arms delicately around your torso as if you had a heart made of fragile glass.

“Mhm?” you hummed as he nuzzled into your neck, immediately feeling warm and cozy.

“I’ve got something to give you!”

As soon as he said that, he pulled out from the hug and took out a small velvet box out of his pocket, handing it to you.

“I-I know it’s not much but I just wanted to show you that I appreciate you a lot and everything you do for me and with me..” Mikey said, a flush of red taking over his cute little face making you giggle.

“Aren’t you a cute one?” you said, taking the box from him and admiring with glittery eyes.

You opened the box and immediately felt awestruck— you’ve just seen the most beautiful necklace to ever exist.

“Mikey—" you tear your eyes away from the shining necklace to meet your boyfriend’s.

“Do you like—like it….?”

“Like it? are you kidding me? I love it!”

And with the box in your hand, you threw your arms around Mikey, nearly falling in process but his hands traveled up to your waist, keeping you safe and sound.

“Can you help me put it on?”

“Of course I can!”

And with that, you promised yourself that you’ll protect it forever and hold it dear to your heart.

“You look so pretty”

“Why thank you Mikey! I love you, thank you for the necklace I promise I’ll keep it safe.”

“I love you too!”

As the memory replays in your mind, you jolt from your sitting position.

“The necklace!”

“Huh? the necklace?” Draken’s voice echoes through your headphones.

“It fell, I’m gonna go and get it, I’ll be back in a sec!”

“Y/n! Are you stupid or something? You can barely stand up. What the fuck are you gonna do if they entered your room at that moment? Just stay in the bathroom we’re about 7 minutes away. They could be armed with knives or guns for all you fucking know so stay still or I will physically kill you with the help of your boyfriend.”

“But the necklace, I need it. I’ll just go and get, I wont take long.”

“y/n I’ll fucking—”

“I’ll call you back bye.”

“Y/n—”

And with that, you ended the call and scurried out of the bathroom, your eyes dancing around the floor in search for the necklace.

The moment you spot it, under your bed, your bedroom door creaks open.

“Oh my fucking—”

“Well, well. Who do we have here?” a masked guy spoke.

You quickly grab the necklace and shove it in your pocket.

“Uh—no one haha—just..a table. Go ahead, continue what you were doing! I’m no one—really!” you fumble, beads of sweat racing down your burning forehead as you eye the small dagger in the gloved palm of his hand.

God dammit I hate you and the fact that you’re always right, Draken.

That fuming thought however, was cut off by the other man’s footsteps heading toward you.

“What did you just shove into your pocket?” he asked intimidatingly

“Huh? It’s nothing!! I didn’t shove anything.” you said, tightening your grip around the necklace in your pocket.

“I dont like to repeat my words—“

“It’s nothing!”

“Then empty your pockets right now.”

“No I won’t.”

He comes closer, and wraps his hand around your arm.

“Oh wow” his partner says.

“I dont like disrespecting women but you’re getting on my nerves. Now show me what you just shoved into that pocket of yours?”

Dizziness is taking over you as he tighten his grip over your wrist, making you scoff.

“What a joke. You’re disrespecting women just by doing that—actually just by existing. Get that filthy hand a way from me unless you want to get a taste of my fist in your face, fucking idiot.”

“What the fu—”

“You heard her, get your filthy hands away from my girl you fucking dimwit.” Mikey said, charging onto the intruders, knocking both of them out in one go before they can even get to react.

As soon as you head that voice, your eyes sparkled.

“Mikey!”

“And Draken. You’re so fucking dead to me, y/n” Draken yelled from behind.

“Haha, sorry Draken I had to do that…” you say, scratching the nape of your neck.

“Why did you even get out of the bathroom again?”

“Because she’s fucking dumb—”

“Because the necklace you got me fell accidentally”

You and Draken both said at the same time, glaring at each other.

“Idiot, you could’ve just let it be..I can always get you a new one y’know?” Mikey said, coming closer to you and flicking your forehead.

“Ouch.” you whine.

“I’m so glad you’re alright though..never do that again or I’ll kill you.” He mumbled softly, embracing you with a hug that spoke the unspoken. That spoke both the worry that rattled through him yet the the relief that overpowered every other emotion because he knew that you were the only thing keeping him going right now.

“I know, I’m sorry Mikey, I’ll never do that again I promise.” your soft voice made his heart beat, illuminated his dark blue eyes. Eyes so dark that the moon fled in fear. Yet those same eyes manage to sparkle with love whenever they spot the sight of you.

You can feel his skin melt at your touch.

“Get a room you two. Disgusting. Why am I obligated to witness this madness.” Draken interrupted our moment, making Mikey pull away.

“Now come on, lets get you to bed. You’re burning! I’m gonna get mitsuya to make you some soup. And I have some work to do with our fellow friends right there.” Mikey glared malevolently at the two unconscious guys.

“Oh god. You really are something..” you mumble, fighting the smile tugging at the the corner of your lips.

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[thestylesfamilysblog]

What Do You Say?

Elodie Styles x Teddy Evans

Summary: Elle’s been waiting too long for this conversation, only now she can’t wait any longer

Warnings: none!

A/N: okay I’ve been so excited to write this and have been loving their story together! A big thank you to Barbie who has not only become a best friend and my source of laughter and smiles, but she is also the one that lets me be creative and interact with her blogs, especially getting to write a little blurb with Bear, thank you B❤️

Elodie had never been more sure about anything in her life, even when she bought her first home all on her own she knew there was no one she wanted to share it with more than Teddy, oh and of course little Lulu, who could forget about the special rescue pup. Suitcases were by the door ready to head to Los Angeles for the Grammys but that wasn’t even on her mind at this point, the table was set and dinner was placed neatly on the tablecloth. Lulu even had on her best bandana, this would be a big deal for not only Elle but her and Teddy’s relationship.

“Did you break something of mine again?”

Came his voice as he stepped through the hallway, a teasing tone to it, many a times had Elle made his favourite meal because she had accidentally misplaced something of his or the one time she broke one of his favourite mugs, that day she’d never felt worse, going as far as to remake it just for him.

“Ha ha very funny, no I just wanted to make dinner..”

“My favourite and Lu’s got on her special bandana….thats a little suspicious babe”

Elodie couldn’t help the blush that arose to her cheeks as Teddy walked closer, picking up the little puppy and standing just a bit closer. Elle’s heart was racing, palms getting a bit clammy as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a keychain, on it was a key to the apartment, a mail key and a little crochet bear and bee attached to it, something she’d been working on while he was at his parents or in class.

“Hey there are my keys thanks Ellie!” He said taking them, not giving a second glance to the rest of the keychain, that was something she loved about Teddy was sometimes it took him just a second longer to realize he missed something.

“Look at the rest of it…”

She watched as he pulled them back out of his pocket, only then did he notice the extra key and little crocheted animals Elodie had placed on the keyring.

“Aw these are cute! Is this just an extra key in case I lose it?”

“It’s a mail key..”

“For what?”

Elodie laughed as she shrugged

“So when you get mail delivered here…you can open it…”

She waited a few seconds longer to see if he’d figure it out before smiling softly

“I’m asking if you want I move in with me Teddy…”

Teddy was silent for a few moments almost as if he was thinking before he looked back up at her

“Really?”

Elodie nodded, biting the inside of her cheek as she waited with bated breath, she’d never been more anxious or nervous in her life, her heart racing even more when Teddy sent her a teasing smile

“I don’t know…you sure you know what you’re signing up for….”

“Bear” she begged not being able to take the anticipation anymore, Teddy only smiling wider before bringing her into his chest and leaning down to kiss her softly, Lulu joining in by licking the side of your face excitedly

“I’d love too”

“You would!?”

He nodded keeping his hold on her

“I couldn’t imagine anything better.”

Elodie was on cloud nine, excitement and utter joy flowing through her as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, earning a laugh from the young Evans boy. From growing up the best of friends, nothing being able to separate them, to experiencing life together and now living with one another, there was nothing else in the world Elle wanted more than for this moment to be framed right now.

“I hope you know though…this means you’ll never escape my jokes, you realize that right Bee?”

Elodie just shook her head, the same smile still plastered on her face

“No matter how bad they are, I’d never be able to get enough of them”

Elodie had all she needed, a new house, a perfect little angel of a puppy and the man who made her happiest of all, this was only the beginning for the both of them, and she couldn’t be more excited about the future.

Thank you B for letting me write this, I hope I did alright and wrote Teddy the way he deserves just like you portray him🥹 this was very cute and I enjoyed every second of writing it🩷😭 @mcrb2dt-evans

[someone1348]

🦷💌; can—can i ask for more??? more turtles x reader tickle fluff? it can be anything at this point, but maayyyyybbeeee take this sugguestion for leooooooooo???!!!

so we all know leo's a teaser...100%...what if the reader finds themself in some sort of stuck situation and leo takes this for advantge? 🧍‍♀️

thats all i got...for the others idk but it can be literally anything—I LOVE THEM SM AH 🥲🥲

ill shut up now im sorry 😔

Absolutely I can! Thank you for your requests!

People in this: Turtles x Reader (tickle fics!)

Key: (n/n)= Nickname

(y/n)= Your name

Apologies on how late this is coming out lol! But I hope you enjoy!

-K :]

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Leo!:

The things you would do for these turtles is absolutely ridiculous! From the minute they walked into your life its been nothing but adventure and greatness but man was it frustrating in times like these.

Leo's TV broke the other day and with Donnie busy at April's house he frantically called you for help, again the things you would do for those turtles, especially Leo.

The hold he has on you is insane so of course you agreed to come and help him. He smiled widely and thanked you repetitively as you arrived on the scene!

He stepped out of the room for a while to give you some space and when he came back he was delighted to see that you not only fixed it but had gotten yourself stuck in the process

"Leo I swear to the Pizza Supreme in the sky if you don't stop laughing and come help me out-"

"Fihihine! I was gonna help you anyway its just too funny!! AHAHA"

"Leooo"

"OKAhay I'm coming! Neon Leon is on the case!" He smiled brightly as he walked over to you trying to pull you out from behind the TV but nothing was working

"You really got yourself stuck in there"

"You think?" You giggled a little as he scoffed jokingly

"Hey! I'm trying to help you here! I wouldn't get all smart in your position if I were you~" he lowered his voice to his natrual teasing tone before tweaking your sides gently watching the reaction it gave

"What's wrong?, You Ticklish?~"

He didn't give you a chance to answer before his wiggling fingers danced across every tickle spot he could find enjoying every laugh, giggle, sound and reaction you made. There was no chance of escape, no room to move, no place to hide, it was just you, him and your tickle spots.

His smirk grew as he found your most ticklish spot

"Awwww is this your worst spot? Hmm?~ Tickle Tickle tickleee~" he continued as any pleads went in one ear and out the other

"LEHEHEO UHUHUSE YOHOHOUR POHOHORTALS AND FREEE MEHE!"

"Great thinking (n/n)! I will use my portals!~" he smirked using two small portals to put his hands through the wall and tickle your worst spot that way

"NOHOHOT WHAHAT I MEHEANT!"

He giggled along with you for a little before stopping and fully pulling you through a bigger portal and onto his lap as he rubbed away the ghost tickles

"You okay?" He asked with a smile

"I am, but you might not be in a few seconds~"

"Ohhh boyyy"

Let's just say that night the lair was filled with laughter!

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Donnie!:

You and the purple clad turtle arranged to hang out that evening! This was going to be great! Donatello wanted to hang out with you!

Now normally your hang outs consisted of you two being in the lab, working on new tech or just enjoying each other's company doing your own things but it was always his lab and it was always something science based, you didn't mind that of course! It was just today was different!

He texted you to leave your equipment at home and meet him in the arcade that they have in the lair. Of course you did just that but something was off.

"Hey D! Why did you want to meet here? And why did you tell me to leave my stuff at home?" He smiled as you entered the arcade area

"Sweet Sweet (y/n)! Today! We are going to be playing video games! Jazz hands" he wiggled his fingers to show his enthusiasm and to put emphasis on the plan as you nodded

"Sounds great! You're so going down!"

"Prepare to eateth' thy words!"

The two of you spent the entire day going from game to game. He mentally kept score while you two had fun, and he was one point away from beating you! Luckily, this next game was his specialty! It's the car game he's always playing with Mikey and he was determined to win!

"Prepare to eat my dust (n/n)!"

"Oh well see about that!"

And the race was on! It was neck and neck and Donnie was prepared to do anything to win and I mean anything! He thought about it for a little bit before a smirk formed on his features. He used one of his robot hands that was now holding a feather to it and swiped it across your neck and face to distract you enjoying your reactions and the light up winners screen he had.

"Hey would you look at that I won!"

"Yohohou cheheated!"

"GASP! I am hurt that you would even think for a second that I would do such a thing!" His smirk grew as he used the robot arm to hold your hands up as he circled you with wiggling fingers

"You know I think you're just a sore loser (n/n), I know exactly what will help fix that~" he giggled alittle before tickling you all over your tickle spots, experimenting with every single spot to find your worst spot and the best reactions!

He pointed out the little things as he tickled you, which became more flustering the more he did it. Stuff like;

"Hmm what an interesting sound you make when I do this!" Or "Wow! You're really ticklish here~" and finally "How fascinating your face just keeps getting more and more red the more I talk, am I flustering you dove~" He was on a roll today, he was finally number one and he was gonna use all of that power to his advantage right now!

"YOHOHOU WIHIHIN DEHEHEE!" He stopped his raspberry and smirked at you

"Why thank you for finally acknowledging the truth!" He smiled, rubbing the ghost tickles away and releasing you from his robot arm.

What an eventful game night!

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Raph!:

This sweetheart could tell instantly that you were stressed. He decided that it would be a great idea to give you a relaxation day! He let everyone know ahead of time and tidied everything up accordingly!

He went out of his way to make sure when you arrived that everything was perfect! His room smelled nice, his brothers were either in their rooms or out playing basketball and he even put on some calming instrumental music for you!

He was determined to make everything special for you. He beamed when you entered the lair, instantly lifting you off the ground and carrying you to your final destination, claiming that you were not to use your legs today or lift a finger! He treated you like the royalty you are it was so special. Even if you insisted you were fine, there was no saying no to Raph!

He smiled as he placed you down onto his big red coded bed. "I had Mikey help me cook you you're favorite!" he smiled, handing you a plate full of your favorite meal which you happily accepted and thanked him again

"Of course! Anytime sunshine!" He smiled brighter before he offered a massage "here this should help!"

Before you knew it, he was getting every single knot out of your back and shoulders, and lt felt great, but holy heck, did it tickle! Raph caught on after a giggle slipped from your mouth while you were exhaling

"How does it feel?" He asked 'innocently' as he moved back to the spot that made you giggle before

"It feels gohohood! Thahanks Raph!" You giggled again as his smile turned into a smirk

"Good im so glad! You truly deserve this! You work so hard and deserve a break I am so proud of you (y/n)!" He smiled brightly again now properly tickling you

"Rahahaph!"

"Why are you giggling so much (n/n)?~ It's just a massage, don't tell me you're ticklish!~" He teased you as he continued tickling all over your tickle spots

"Dawww, I think this will help relieve your stress more! They do say laughter is the best medicine!" He continued enjoying every little sound, laugh, and reaction you made to his tickles and various tickle spots until he found your worst spot

"OKAHAY MEHEHERCYYY!"

He stopped immediately, rubbing away the ghost tickles before picking you up again and holding you close, his heartbeat soothing yours as he rubbed circles into your skin

"Cuddle time!" He exclaimed as you nodded

What a perfect day

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Mikey!:

After tasting Mikeys amazing creations for a long time now you asked him if he could teach you how to cook! He was ecstatic! Today was the day you two scheduled to do this!

He smiled brightly as you entered the lairs kitchen! "Here you go!" He handed you your very own apron he decorated it himself he was really proud of it!

You wore it with pride as you washed your hands and got ready to cook! Everything was going great! He guided your hands through some techniques, you added the spices together to give it flavor and overall were just having fun and learning alot! Mikeys a really great coach!

The waiting was the boring part, so when you got impatient and saw an open bag of flour sitting right in front of you, you knew exactly what to do. You sneakily took a bit in your hand before catching the orange turtles attention and threw it at him

He gasped jokingly as he blinked, now covered in flour "oh that's it! You are so on!" He smirked taking some of the flour and throwing it back on you, soon it was an all out flour war! He eventually pounced on you trying to get the flour on your shirt but his hands slipped accidentally swiping your side in the process

He caught that reaction immediately and had an even better idea then the flour! He smirked as his wiggling fingers scribbled all over your tickle spots like a skilled artist painting his masterpiece!

"Tickle Tickle tickleee~ this is what you get for pranking the prankster (n/n)~" He giggled along with you before he found your worst spot

"Awwww I think someone's Ticklish~" he teased in a sing song voice as he used every trick in the book to get the best reactions out of you

"Tickletickletickletickle"

"MIHIHIHIKEHEHEY!-"

*DING!*

"Oh Goodie! The foods ready!" He smiled rubbing away the ghost tickles and leading you a hand up while you caught your breath

"Ihit smells amazing!"

"It's gonna taste amazing too you know why?" He smiled at you as you raised an eyebrow

"Why's that?"

"Because we made it with love together! Anddd it got your giggles in there for extra love!"

"Mikeyyy!"

He giggled as he started to plate everything. "we eat first, then clean, alright? And you started this so you have to help me! You have no choice, cutie pie!" He giggled poking your sides again quickly before he handed you your plate

"Okahay fair enough!"

You two enjoyed your creation throughly before cleaning the place up and cleaning yourselves up later one at a time, getting into comfy Pj's and enjoying the rest of the night together! It was perfect! This definitely calls for more cooking dates down the line!

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I hope you all enjoyedd! I loved making this! And I hope you all have a great day today! You truly deserve it! I am so proud of you! /p /gen /pos

-K :]

[clementinesjourney]

Record Shop Funk - Pt. 1 Like real people do

A.N. : Hey guys, so i had this idea yesterday, and i really hope you'll like it. <3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Words: 1,9k

Pairing: camboy!Steve x Reader, roommate!Bucky x reader, Stucky x reader (as the story goes)

Warnings: nothing yet :)

Summary: Who knew that having a secret crush, then a hearbreak will end in such a sweet thing..

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You and Bucky shared an apartment above the recordshop you both worked in. Your aunt was the owner of both, so it was a fairly good payment, and a fairly good apartment for a cheap price. It was a bright and big apartment with two bedrooms, so your decided to rent it out, all while searching for a helper to the shop downstairs. When Bucky came in applying for the job, you asked out of joke if he needs a place to live since you had seen around 5 people already and none of them felt right. His eyes lit up as he said he is in fact looking for a place. Since he was fitting for a job, and looked like a decent guy, you congratulated him on his new job, and asked if he wants to see the place today. You still had one and a half hour to close, but after it you would gladly show him the apartment.

He had nothing better to do, so he agreed to it, feeling happy about having a job he might actually like and a coworker he might actually will get along with.

-Do you drink coffee? I was thinking of getting one in the meantime. My friend works close by, and they make the best coffee in town. - He asked.

-I could go for one thank you - you smiled at him - iced cold-brew, no sugar, i'm sweet enough.. - you said with a smile.

He couldn't help but smile back at the joke. When he arrived at the café, he saw his friend Steve flirting with a girl whom he could visibly see trembling just cause he talked to her. Steve always had his way with girls, ever since the serum of course. After he broke up with Peggy, it was mostly just hookups, never finding a girl worth keeping around. Not as if they werent kind, pretty or good to him, it just never felt right. Bucky smiled at his friend, Steve immediately shifted his gaze from the girl, to a very happy Bucky.

-Did you get the job?

-Better.. I got the job, and she has a room for rent which i'll see tonight.

-Wow Bucky, i didn't know you were even better then i am.. sooo how does she look? - asked Steve with a slight wiggle of his eyebrows. He wanted Bucky to get a girl since ages and hearing this, his mind immediately ventured there.

-5'7, ginger, green eyes, freckles, curvy just the right places. why?

-Nothing Buck.. nothing.. - Steve said smirking at his friend.. Bucky never realized when he liked a girl, so he never really acted on it. He last had a woman back in the 40's.

-Sooo i know you didn't come to have chat with me, one black coffee and.. ?

-ah, iced cold-brew, no sugar..

After paying for the coffee, he hurried back to the shop, hoping to get to know his coworker a little bit better.

You thanked him for the coffee, and when you tried to pay, he refused.

-Next round's mine then. - You smiled at him with your 1000 watt smile, which again he couldn't help but smile back at.

-So tell me about you Bucky, what do you do in your freetime?

-Nothing really, just reading, spending time with my friends, kind of thats it.. I have a boring life really. What about you?

-Well, i work here, then i go home and listen to music, cook, god i love to cook, thats a big pro for the apartment.. just saying. - you said with a playful wink. - besides that nothing much. Sometimes i go to a nearby bar with my friends maybe concerts and thats it.

-I like washing dishes if that helps with the application for the room. - he said with a shy laugh which made your heart skip a beat.

- It sure does.. Do you leave your stuff around?

-No i'm a tidy person.. thank you very much. - he said cockily (just for the sake of being funny really).

-Okay okay, if you like it you can have the room, just promise to tell if you bring up a girl so i can leave. The walls are kind of thin.

-It's okay, i don't really...

-Oh um i'm sorry, i didn't meant to intrude, it just something i would really like everyone to add to their rental contracts. - you chuckled embarassed.

-Noo no, it's okay, i'm not embarassed by it. I guess i don't want hook ups, if one day there's someone i'll tell in advance.

-yea me too, i promise. If you end up renting it anyway haha. on that note it's time to close so i can show the room in a min.

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When you opened the door to the apartment Buckyquietly took in it all. It was really bright, white walls with paintings all over the walls, plants in every corner or shelf you can put one on, a comfy looking mustard couch, aztec-y rug under the coffeetable, and a wall fully shelved, filled with books and little trinkets, it looked like a home he never had a chance to have. The livingroom had an american kitchen on the side, island in the middle of the kitchen area, it was white, and blue which reminded him of greece, down the hallway you showed him the bathroom which of course had a lot of plants that liked the atmosphere of a bathroom, a shower in the corner and a bathtub under the window. You then showed the empty room he could rent out. It only had a shelf and a wardrobe, and a queen sized bed. No decorations, no signs of anybody ever living there. You then pointed to the room the opposit of what could possibly be Bucky's in the future, saying that is yours. You didn't show your room, he wasn't gonna go in there anyway, and showing your most private space on the first day didn't seem like a good idea either. You then invited him out to the balcony, watching the setting sun, smoking a cigarette.

-So thats about it, what do you think?

-I really like it, and i mean.. my workplace is pretty close so thats a plus, also you said something about cooking all the time.. sooo if it's alright with you i would love to rent it out.

-It's settled then roomie. I'll give you the keys, you can move in whenever you want to. Tomorrow we are closed, so maybe that would be ideal.

-Yea, then tomorrow it is then. I'll ask my friend to help, then we can maybe hang a bit if you're free.

-Sure, i have nothing planned, and it's good to know who i'll be living with. - you said with a smile.

Before closing the door, you said your goodbyes, and you realized what did you just do, after he wished you good night with a killer halfsmile that almost had your knees buckle. You just agreed to living together with possibly the most handsome man you've ever seen who is also your new coworker, so you will basically spend most of your time with him.. Guess we'll see how this goes you thought to yourself.

Morning came soon enough, you were sitting out on the balcony when you saw Bucky arrive with a very tall, just as handsome man, carrying boxes of books, and bags of clothing. Bucky looked up at the balcony, waving towards you, you waved back, then moved to open the front door before going back out to the balcony, resuming your coffee and smoke.

When they finished bringing all Bucky's stuff in, it was already midday, so you decided you'd order pizza for all of you, as in like a welcome present.

-Hey guys, i'm thinking of ordering pizza, what kind would you like?

-Oh (y/n) you don't have to. - said Bucky, earning a smirk from Steve as he looked back and forth between you two.

- Noo i insist, today won't be the day i'll start to slowly kill you with my cooking. - you said giggling a bit.

- Whatever's fine peach. - said Steve with a wink, that you decided was just out of friendlyness. You didn't veen knew his name, and he seemed like a lady's man anyways. Not really your type no matter how handsome and muscular he is.

- Steve, by the way, nice to meet you.

-(Y/n), likewise. - you shook his hand.

When the pizzas arrived you called them to the kitchen, listening to all their shared stories from their early years. They seemed like really close friends, and genuinely good people. You had a really great time. It was nearly 9 pm when Steve left, for saving a dame from dying cause of boredom he said. You and Bucky chuckled, then he let him out, closing the door, locking it for the night.

-I guess i have some packing to do, so.. good night (y/n).

-Good night Bucky, if you need anything just knock. - you said with a smile, and he couldn't help but smile back. He felt at peace. He had Steve, now he had a job, and a room to make a home of, and you as a new addition. You were so kind, so eager to help if he needed anything, he loved how the scent of raspberries and flowers lingered in the apartment mixed with coffee and cigarette smoke. It seemed to have a calming effect on him.

You heard a soft knock half an hour later. WHen you opened the door you saw a smiling Bucky, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

- Hey, um.. sorry. I forgot i didn't bring a blanket, could i borrow one until i get my own?

-Yea sure, i'll get one in a min. - You said, leaving the door open, letting him see a bit of "you" while you were searching for your spare blanket in your wardrobe. The room really was you. White, with mustardy curtains on the window, plants everywhere, books piled up here and there, a really comfy looking bed, pictures of you and your friends on the walls. And damn, your room smelled even more like you. If he wouldn't pay attention your scent would lure him into your room and never let him leave he thought.

-There you go. - you handed him the blanket smiling.

-Thank you very much.

Then he stood there for a moment drinking in the sight of you in front of him. You were wearing an oversized tshirt, that ended just around the middle of your thighs, hair in a messy bun, no makeup. He could swear he thought you were pretty before, but seeing you as you were made him fancy you even more.

With a small smile you told him goodnight again, then closed the door in his face.

You could hear his little laugh on the other side of the door, then his door closing. For the first time in months he didn't wake up in the middle of the night, and he didn't had a nightmare either. He was afraid he would, and then he would wake you up with his screaming, but looks like the blanket which smelled just like you calmed him enough.

After waking up because the rays of sunshine on his face, he smiled to himself guess i'll wait with getting my own blanket then...

[inesdiary96]

𝐁𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 - Imagine part 2

you can read this as a second part of "Ben Chilwell - 💔" imagine

Here I am...

Crying over a guy who cheated on me, I was supposed to getting ready to my date and I am... While I'm crying for another man...

Y/f/n: WOW YOU LOOK STUNNING (she said looking at me) what's the matter?

Y/n: nothing... It's just mmm... I don't know if...

Y/f/n: is that the dress Ben gave to you on Christmas? (she ask notice now with more careful the read dress)

Y/n: yesss... I try the others but this one... Its my favo...

Y/f/n: wow, I know its been a long time since you date someone other than Ben, and I also know that he was your first boyfriend but... Basic rule!! Never go on a date with something given by other man (she said as of it was the most simple thing on earth)

Y/n: I know but I want to wear this one!

Y/f/n: I thought you were over him... I mean... I know that you have been with him but to help him right?! Because you are his friend... What happen? Because suddenly you came home crying and know you are...

Y/n: we had an argument because... I told him about the date and he didn't like it

Y/f/n: he got the nerve to didn't like the fact that you are now happy again and keeping going with your life? He got the nerve to have jealous over you and some random guy when he cheated on you?

The guy is funny (she said ironically)

Y/n: he said that he still love me

Y/f/n: of course... And you believed him...

Y/n: obviously!! Because I would be lying if I said that I won't loving too... And the way he said it... He makes me believed him... And the truth is... Thats all I'm asking him to do... When we broke up I asking to make me believe that he still loved me and I did...

Y/f/n: look you are about to go on an amazing date with that sexy guy from the gym... C'mon y/n

Y/n: what if I don't want the sexy guy from the gym? What if I want my benji? ... (you said the last part whispering)

Y/f/n: Well... I think it's a bad idea but go for it... If he's the one you want go!!!

I look at the mirror clean my face and took a deep breath...

I grab my purse and run bare foot to the door, I grab my heels and my car keys and drove to his house...

I ring the bell and when he opens the door we both smile...

He recognised the dress and huged me tightly

Y/n: un brake my heart benji, please!!

I love you, i still love you baby...

Ben: me too!! I always loved you and I'm so sorry for what I did to you... I felt so ashamed and I... If I could turn back in time I will took back everything I did that night...

I love you baby so much!!

Y/n: promise me you will fix this... Promise me we will fix US you will in brake my heart?!

Ben: I will!!! From now one it will be me and you!! Just us baby

We shared a depply and lovely kiss, he brought me inside and take me once more in his arms...

We fall asleep in his sofa both with big smiles.

[fraidy-farfelle]

This is my attempt at the Fluff ABCs for Frankie the Undead. Please be gentle with criticism because I cry easily. I’ve taken some ideas from @lovestruck-lasagna.

Taglist: @writingfromthetomb @beebubb

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Your dry sense of humor. It perfectly matches his insults and he doesn’t have to go out of his way to make you laugh. He just says what he’s thinking and you laugh and agree.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Frankie appreciates a good smile, and for many reasons. He learned to read smiles (fake vs real) early on and uses it to gauge people, so he pays particular attention by default. He’s a sucker for cute dimples, and loves the way your nose scrunches and your eyes close.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

He loves late at night when you share the couch and he can read a good book, sip on some whiskey, or puff on a cigar. He really doesn’t care what you’re doing, he can tune out the TV or you prattling on about your day and make comments to show he’s listening. Put your feet in his lap, lay on top of him, make yourselves mummies in blankets, so long as he can reach his glass he doesn’t care. He just wants to be with you.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Stay in date nights are his favorite. He doesn’t really like to “share” your attention. He likes to either cook a meal together or order takeout and watch a movie. Particularly black and white gangster ones, or older horror films. Likes to tease you if you get scared and grab onto him. He’ll pat your head and say something like “oh there there, don’t be scared! I won’t let the big, bad monster getcha!” (Like your neighbor isn’t a 7 ft tall children murdering clown demon) If you go out, he prefers less crowded places outdoors.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He’s a spitfire and he knows it. He tends to explode and then after a few minutes apologizes gruffly and explains himself. “WHY WERE YA OUT UNTIL MIDNIGHT, THATS SUCH A STUPID THING TO DO!” “Sorry, Frankie.” “…… ugh just, please get home earlier from now on. It’s dangerous and I worry about you.” Definitely doesn’t hug you close so you don’t see the relief and worry on his face. Nope!

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

He misses Amy desperately. He wants a little girl in his life again, although he’ll never ever admit it. He’s hesitant to make relationships because he doesn’t want to be hurt again. But, if you go out with him to the living world, you’ll catch him staring longingly at parents and daughters when he thinks you’re not looking. If you ask him what he’s looking at, he’ll shake his head and spit out a line about children being obnoxious but you can tell he’s blowing smoke.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

If the underworld wasn’t so dangerous, he’d love to drape you in the finest silks with diamonds and rubies dripping off of you. However he doesn’t want you to draw any unnecessary attention to yourself. So, he settles for things you don’t really see in public. He also doesn’t like to be found out about it. Your gas tank is filled, the bill you were worried about has mysteriously been paid, your favorite ice cream is in your freezer when you know you ate the last of it yesterday, and hey, didn’t you spend this $20? Why is it in your wallet? If you ever bring it up he’ll just shrug and say “How strange!”

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

He’s torn about PDA because he doesn’t want you to become a target because you’re associated with him, and people stare at him enough because of his appearance. But on the other hand, he wants to show the world that someone as worthless as him (don’t say that we love you Frankie) has such an amazing person that loves him. Will absolutely grab you and passionately make out with you with one hand on your ass and the other flipping the bird to the cheeky bastard that told the broad beside him to watch out for the zombie.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Panic. Sheer panic. He’s so afraid to lose you, any injury is serious and cause for alarm.

Frankie:*bursting into a hospital lobby, screaming to be taken to f/n l/n immediately**running in the opposite direction the nurse pointed in panic**bursts into exam room 30 seconds later* “Y/N!!!!! I came as soon as I got the message, WHATS WRONG!!!”

You: *sitting on the table, reading phone* “Oh, I have a sprained ankle and they don’t want me to drive so can you give me a ride?”

Frankie:*slowly blinking* “Uh, yeah no problem…”

You: “lemme guess, you heard my name and hospital in the same sentence and ignored everything else.”

Frankie:*hanging his head* “go wait in the car, I’ll go apologize….”

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Not actual jokes, but he loves to sit with you and insult people. He’s an incredibly sweet person to you, but no one else. (Except service people, like nurses and waitresses. Just the general public) he doesn’t think pranks are funny or practical, which is one of the many reasons he and LJ butt heads. If LJ or Will prank you or him, he’s raising hell.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Love kissing your lips. He’s actually really self conscious about his mouth stitches and constantly frets they feel weird to you. Neck kisses are another favorite and are extremely private to him. He also likes to hold the back of your hand against his lips and tell you what he’s thinking, no matter how mundane. Kiss his stitches. Please. Just do it.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

He has trouble saying it to your face. He’ll whisper it to you when he thinks you’re sleeping, and he’s been known to leave little notes around for you to find. He thinks protecting you is the best way to show he cares.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

The day you finally broke down and told him you loved him. He knew as soon as he looked into your eyes and saw your smile his goose was cooked. He was very abrasive and hoping against hope that you’d leave him be. He knew you deserved better. He was so afraid to build a relationship and love again, he wanted to distance himself and if he was an asshole to you, it would be justified and you’d do it on your own. What he didn’t expect is for you to be so kind to him. Upon your initial meeting, he had been a little harsh, but helped you (if there’s enough interest I’ll do a fic about it) and so when he subsequently was a jerk to you, you were curious and determined to find out what he was hiding. He finally had been mean enough to make you cry. He had never regretted something he did before. He immediately wanted to cradle you to him and beg your forgiveness. Normally when he insulted you, you’d have a snarky retort in reply. But not this time. You fell to your knees and clung to his legs and demanded to know why he treated you so poorly and proclaimed your love for him. It was probably by accident and you were so distraught you didn’t even know it flew from your mouth, but hearing it, he couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t care about the consequences, he just wanted you. Hearing that you loved someone like him made him so happy, he knew he’d treasure the memory forever

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Losing you. Period.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

What ISNT odd about this man?! A cute one is he always winks with his green eye.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

I HC that he was born in the 30’s, so he calls you “doll” a lot but only in private. He uses your name otherwise so it’s not as obvious to people watching you’re together. He will absolutely refer to you as “the dame” to others. The equivalent of “the boss” or “old lady.” “William! The Dame is trying to take a nap, so shut up or I’ll shoot you!” You call him stitches to tease him in private and are the only person allowed to do so.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?) Either taking naps or couch potato time. Also, low key likes to cook with you. He can’t cook for shit, but likes to “help” by handing you things or chopping things for you. Is a super good taste tester, self appointed.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Stitches by Shawn Mendez (PLEASE DONT HURT ME!!)

We don’t have to Dance by Andy Black (referring to how he can’t really show you affection in public but he loves you)

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

He’s open about himself and what he’s thinking, and will always take what you say into consideration. He doesn’t like to keep things from you, but he does omit some detail about his jobs if you ask about them. He just feels like you don’t need to be stressed about it.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

LJ picked up on Frankie’s fondness of you almost instantly. He and Will decided to do what they could to get you together in the interest of making Frankie less of a grouch. If it hadn’t been for them insisting that he was good guy to you, you probably WOULD have let Frankie’s prickly nature drive you away. It took a year or so for you to break down.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?) A powder keg of insults, foul language, and bullets. Has actually never called you a name outright, and would absolutely never physically hurt you. When he was deliberately being rude to you, he’d insult your actions rather than you. “Stop acting like a dumb broad!” Vs calling you a bitch to your face. He usually calms down quickly, and is hardly ever angry at you, only when you put yourself in danger.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He likes that he’s scary and tough looking so that when you’re with him, other men scatter pretty fast. Has had many occasions where he stepped away and someone came to flirt with you and he came back and had the pleasure of scaring them.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

You are not allowed to do anything dangerous, ever! Will teach you how to use a gun and how to counter things like chokeholds, so you’re less vulnerable. Will absolutely lose his mind if he learns you’ve put yourself at risk. He will shoot someone so fast for you. Takes every person as a threat to you and will pick fights with somebody that accidentally bumped into you. Do NOT test this man.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

You are an open book to him. He’s learned to read people well, and he takes his time studying you. Can tell if you’re getting sick before you can. More than once he’s handed you a bottle of Tylenol, leaving you bewildered, and shrugged and said to take them because you’ll have a headache in a few minutes. He can pick up on your emotions easily and has learned what to do to handle them.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Honestly, marriage isn’t that important to him. He’s not opposed to the idea at all, but like you’ve been together for this long, you love each other, is it really necessary? You’d have to tell him you want to be officially married. He’ll buy you a ring, to show that you’re taken, if nothing else, but he’ll wear his around his neck under his tie so it’s not obvious he’s attached to anyone to discourage his rivals using you to get to him.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

The smell of your perfume. Holding you in his arms and taking deep breaths makes all of his troubles go away.

[yn-dreamlife]

My Hero

Mirio Togata x reader 

Quirk: emotions; you can feel others emotions and project your own onto others around you, in dire situations you can even shut your own emotions off.

Description: Sir Nighteyes death not only changed Mirio but also your relationship, but are you just being oblivious or did he really mean what he said that day? 

Warnings: Fluff, low-key angst, cuteness, nicknames 

I sighed as I looked at the man in-front of me. The man I loved, once so happy and full of light and now... faded. He smiled still of course but, it was dimmer and more often than not fake. Im sure others have noticed but none of them like I have, how could they? I’m his girlfri- his EX girlfriend. A thought the still broke my heart. 

But that didn’t mater any longer, he was still my friend, just like he promised. He was always there and gave me the space I needed after the break up. But of course I would never allow that for more than a day at most, he had just lost Sir Nighteye, the man he looked up to the man who was like a father to him, wether he told me or not doesn't matter. I knew that was true, that that was how he felt about him.  

And now I watch him talk down to himself saying so many horrible untrue things. “Lemillion? Ha you could barely save one girl, you didn’t deserve your quirk its good it was taken away-” 

“Togata-san!” I called out as he hadn't answered me previously calling him. His head quickly snapped up to me as he wiped his tears. I shook my head cupping his cheek. “Why do you speak so lowly of yourself?” 

“Because I deserve it! I’m not a hero, I was never going to be! I let Eri go, it’s my fault that Sir is dead!” He cried moving my hand away from his face harshly. 

I let it drop to my side limply as I activated my quirk. Letting the calm peace I always felt around him seep into him. “Mirio-san you know that isn't true.”

“But how can I be a hero without a quirk?!” He said frustrated but he slowly calmed down. 

“You already are.” I whispered and he scoffed softly. “You are Mirio-san, to so many people. But most importantly your m- I mean your her hero.” 

He looked up at me then, “hers?” 

I smiled as I held my hand out to the side gesturing to the person he couldn't see because she was hidden by a wall. “Eri-chan~” I cooed softly to the girl. 

She walked out quietly and grabbed my hand I could feel her calm aura as she took my hand which pleased me, I’m glad Mirios earlier distress didn’t upset her. But I made sure to use my quirk once again to radiate the happiness I felt by her being here outwards into the two people around me. 

“Hello” she said softly. 

“Eri-chan!” Mirio said happily and moved and pulled the small girl into a hug, a gesture she had become more adjusted to the longer she was around people like me and him. She was still working on smiling and embracing others back but we slowly got there. 

It took a lot of work from all parties. “But I thought Aizawa-sensei said she had to-” he began but I stoped him.

“ah ah ah none of that, Eri-chan is perfectly fine. Besides with me around everything is fine! you forget you may be part of the top three but I’m the number four student in our school for a reason!” I said smiling as I did my signature two finger salute making sure to add a small flourish of my wrist knowing it made Eri feel happier even if she still couldn't express it. 

A quirk of my own quirk, it pays of being able to feel her emotions as well as to radiate my own. 

“Our quirks are compatible, hers being largely tied to her emotions and mine being well, emotions.” I said shrugging with a smile. I saw the tension leave his shoulders, just like the moment she stepped out from behind the wall. I even thought maybe there was a hint of light back in his eyes... just maybe. 

“So I got special permission from the hospital and the school so I have the day off to take her out and I want you to come with! Nothing to out there like I know you usually like, but Tamaki did give me a few great ideas!” I said beaming at him glad I could come up with a plan. 

Mirio smiled then and we set off to go about our fun outing with Eri. We first took her to a small market and her eyes absolutely glowed when we found the fruit stand, I never thought I would see someone get so happy over an apple. 

So I quickly bought her one and it was worth every last scent once I bought her a whole bag just to see that smile, money wasn't always the easiest thing to come by for my family but I knew if she asked I would gladly buy her the world. 

As we where walking through the little market I was happy to see my thoughts where correct. It was mostly empty due to it being the middle of a Wednesday morning. There was a slight chill but that changed once Mirio placed his scarf around me. 

“Here, I can see your shivering.” He said smiling at me his blue eyes sparkling closer to what they used to. 

My cheeks burned red but I shook it off, “t-thank you.” I stuttered. As we continued walking I saw the Ramen shop me, him and the other members of the top three used to go to. Instantly I had an idea. 

“Eri-chan,” I said smiling down at the girl who's eyes practically glowed in wonder at the market. She looked up at me waiting for me to continue “Have you ever had Ramen?” 

At the mention of his favorite food Mirio perked up, “Ramen? Oooo I love Ramen!” He said happily. 

Eri shook her head, “No but I would like to try it if Lemillion likes it.” she said and I smiled at her as I grabbed her hand as well as Mirios out of habit. But as if I had been burned I quickly ripped my hand away from him. 

“S-sorry.” I stuttered quickly about to go into a fit of apologies, an old habbit I had broken thanks to our relationship but had fallen back into since it had ended. 

“No need, its alright.” He said grabbing my hand, I smiled widely. We went into the Ramen shop ordering all of our food, Eri getting the same thing as me but Mirio and her ended up sharing quite a bit anyways, it was safe to say this food would be a new favorite for her. 

And after a long day walking around secluded parts of our city it was time to return home. You three walked back to UA without thinking, after all Mirio and you had called it home the past few months but he faltered upon entering. 

“Oh,” he let out a slightly nervous chuckle, “guess I actually go back to my own house huh?” I looked down sadly not ready for the day to end. 

I came up with an idea and quickly smiled, “Well im sure the rest of the big three would love to see you!” 

The thought of his best friends caused him to smile as well, “Yeah you’re right! I can visit them!” he said sounding slightly shocked. 

“You always sound so shocked when I come up with a good plan” I said as I bumped his arm playfully as I smiled. 

Out of habit he pinched my cheeks, “Aw can't help it sunshine you're always surprising me!” I basked in the familiarity of the intimate actions but it was quickly ruined as he snatched his hand away. “I-i’m sorry y/l/n-san!” He said quickly bowing I went to reassure him but before I knew it he had hugged Eri said his goodbyes and took off running. 

I sighed willing the tears in my eyes away knowing I needed to keep composure for Eri. You smile at her, and it is only tinted with sadness, as you hold a hand out to her. She takes it in her smaller one and squeezes it gently. Its a moment or two of silent walking before she shockingly speaks up first. 

“Do you love Lemillion?” She asks softly you look at her shocked, how did she know about that? Of course you all had expressed your love to her but no child should truly be able to understand it enough to pick it up from people who don't blatantly show it. 

You wanted to hide it and say no but you never lied to her before so you wouldn't start now, you answered with a simple yes.

“Then why don't you guys kiss and hold hands all the time?” She asks softly. 

“well because we-we can't anymore.” You stutter shyly, shocked she even knew of such actions. But you scolded yourself reminding you she was quiet, not dumb. 

She seemed greatly confused by your answer, “But why not?” 

“Well you see thats a thing couples do and Mirio-chan and I are no longer together romantically.” You stated trying to simplify it. 

“Why?” She asks again. Oh ever the child with her curiosity. But this stopped you, you paused mid step and just stood thinking. 

Why in-fact did you two break up? You remember driving at the hospital after the attack to find Mirio alone in his room crying, you had heard about his quirk and Sir Nighteyes death so you quickly ran to him pulling him into a tight hug. 

“I’m so sorry m-” but he cut you off. 

“Sunsh-” he paused “y/n, we need to talk.” Instant dread filled your stomach. Why would he use your first name? Had something happened and the doctors and Mr. Aizawa didnt inform you about? 

“O-okay Mirio, you know I’ll listen.” He tried to speak but closed his mouth, repeating this process several times. “It’s okay take your time.” You cupped his cheek but he shook his head removing your hand as his eyes turned steely and determined. 

“I’m breaking up with you.” He said seriously. 

“W-what?” The word left as noting but a whimper, “Mirio thats not funny stop joking around.” but I felt it, the determination, the coldness. Things I had never felt aimed my way from him. 

“I’m serious. I’m breaking up with you, we are no longer dating we will now be friends, nothing more.” You wanted to protest to scream at him to stop this nonsesne to say it was just the grief but you didnt. You nodded your head doing the thing you hated most. 

You shut down your emotions, a power only you had. But this was the only way you could be near him without breaking. “No y/n I need you to leave. I don't want you shutting yourself down.” He spoke as I tried to sit down on the chair. 

I stood up then looking to the door, “fine... but im going back tomorrow and theres nothing you can do to stop me, you're my friend,” you looked at him then allowing the smallest emotion through a cracked smile, “I’m not leaving you alone in this.” He nodded and with that you left. You weren't looking and bumped into something. 

Looking up you say your favorite loud yellow haired teacher as well as your favorite much quieter black haired teacher. 

“Hey hey little listener whats going on?” Instantly you collapsed into him and broke down sobbing, Mr Aizawa removing your quirk so his overly emotional friend didn't get sucked down into the void of your despair with you. After a moment or so he left to go and visit Mirio knowing what the source of your pain was thought the sobbed attempt at an explanation you gave to Present Mic. 

You then looked back to Eri and answered truthfully. “I dont know.” I whispered, “I suppose because he no longer felt the same way he did for me before, he had been though a lot of grief and pain its only natural for feelings to change.” I said to her as I tried to keep walking but now she stopped. 

“But Lemillion loves you too why would you not be?” You chuckle at her and before you can dismiss her she continues. “he looks at you like Uravity looks at Deku.” At this I stopped walking again, It was very clear the feelings those two held for each other, could she be telling the truth? 

“She's right you know?” I hear a deep voice behind me and jump as I throw a punch out behind me.”Woah!” I now realize the man holding my fist is Mr. Aizawa and I immdeatly apologize but his chuckles stops me. “You’re good kid, almost got me and that doesn't happen very often.” he paused “But she is right he does still care for you. While you where crying with Mic I went to him he was... in less than ideal shape.” 

“Sensei with all due respect, of course he wasn't in good shape he just lost a father figure and his quirk.” I said as I now picked up Eri to calm her down from my sudden outburst of movement. She cuddled into my neck with a soft hum. 

“And he lost his biggest support system. I know you've noticed how he’s been and unlike most I have as well, believe it or not I observe quite a few things. Like how your grades are slightly slipping and you’ve been staying up later and later and how you’ve been zoning out in class.” 

I stared at him mouth agape, “H-how?” 

“I care y/l/n. I care about all my students wether I admit it or not.” he paused “repeat that to anyone and they'll call you crazy.” I nodded my head smiling and then slowly realized everything he said. 

“He loves me.” I muttered to myself. “He loves me!” I said louder. Eri looked at me and I saw a small smile on her face. 

“yes he does.” 

“I-I have to go!” I said frantically. Eri leaned forward moving into Mr. Aizawas arms. 

“Hurry up now. He needs you,” I ran off not even worried about Eri knowing she was in good hands with Mr. Aizawa. “Now more than ever.” Aizawa whispered as he watched her run off thanking him. 

Bonus of this scene:

“come on Eri ill take you back.” 

“Thank you dad.” 

“... you’re welcome.”

*brushes away tears of happiness from cuteness* Anywho back to the story ~Author-chan (no one ever calls me that :( )

As I ran towards the dormitories tears welled in my eyes. I was still so confused and still hurt, why did he leave me? 

“Togata-san!” I yelled as I got closer, in my distress moving instantly to his surname. “Mirio-san!” I yelled again when I got no response. I now could see him talking to my other two best friends but I didnt care as I continued to run. 

“Mirio!” I yelled. I now saw him spin around and begin sprinting towards me. 

“Y/n?! Y/n whats wrong? Are you hurt?!” He asks frantically as he takes my face into his hands turning it each way. I nod my head. “Who hurt you?” He practically grows out. 

“Y-you.” I whimper wrapping my arms around him. I feel him tense. 

“M-me?” I nod my head. “Wha-what did I do?” He asks pulling away and wiping my tears. 

“Y-you left me.” I cried and his face dropped again. “Why? Why did you leave me? Did you not think I would be good for you anymore? Did I do something wrong?” He continues trying to wipe my tears before stopping and giving up. 

“I-I thought you deserved someone better, someone with a quirk like Tamaki.” He whispers looking down, “I thought you wouldn't like me anymore because I cant protect you.” 

“Mirio you idiot I haven't liked you for years.” I whispered but he didnt look shocked because he could feel what I was about to say it seeped out of every pore of my body, “I’ve always loved you.” I whisper. 

“But you loved me when I was Lemillion!” He said quickly and I shook my head. 

“No I didn’t, I loved you as Mirio Togata, and then as Lemillion. And you always forget this,” I whisper I pull his head down placing his forehead on my own, “You might not be a hero but you’ve always been mine, just you Mirio. Not Lemillion, just you.” 

“y/n I know I hurt you and I don't deserve it but please,” he cupped my cheeks pinching them slightly “please be my sunshine again.” 

I laughed showing him a bright smile “You act like you had a choice.” And with that I pulled him into a kiss enjoying the feeling I had been missing these past few weeks. 

“I love you.” He whispered against my lips. 

“And I love you.” 

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Hello there! I hope you’re having a lovely day. Any chance you’d write a fake dating story with Tom?

That Day in the Rain

Synopsis: Tom lies and tells Haz you’re his girlfriend, who tells the world

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“Before I say anything, I’d like you to think about how much you love me.” Tom said once you opened your door to him.

“God, what the hell did you do?” You asked him with wide eyes.

“And how much I love you.” Tom continued as if you never interrupted.

“Is there a body?” You whispered harshly. “Are you making me an accessory?”

“And most importantly”, Tom went on with a boop on your nose, “think about all the times you told me you’d do anything for me.”

“Oh my God, he’s killed someone.” You groaned and gave your hair a stressful tug.

“This is one of those times.” Tom went on as if you weren’t talking. 

“Who was it? A stranger? Harry? Jake?” You badgered. “Tom, please tell me you did not kill Jake Gyllenhaal.”

“I didn’t kill anyone! Why is that your first guess anyway?” Tom sounded almost insulted. “I just need a small, teeny tiny favor.” He said as he pinched his fingers together.

“What might that be?” You folded your arms.

“I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend.” Tom said in a rushed voice. 

“You need me to what?” Your voice dropped. 

“I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend.” Tom repeated, whining a little in the adorable way that he did. “Just for a little while.”

“Have you been staying up on tumblr again?” You raised an eyebrow. “You want to have a fake relationship? That is so Harry Styles x yourname, it’s unbelievable.”

“I haven’t.” Tom promised. “It’s just, the paparazzi took a picture of us Lady and the Tramp-ing that Kit Kat last week, so rumors have been off the charts. And then today, Haz and I were having you know a discussion over who’s braver and what not. He said he was because I couldn’t even ask a girl out, to which I replied, “I damn well could”, which we both know-“

“-you cant.” You cut in.

“I can’t. Exactly!” Tom excitedly agreed. “But I wasn’t about to let him win and he just kept teasing me over it so I snapped and “you know why I can’t ask girls out? I have a girlfriend.”, which we both know-“

“-you don’t.” You finished his thought.

“I know!” Tom exclaimed. “But he was really getting to me and I panicked. So he went, “oh yeah? Who?” all macho,” Tom imitated Haz’s voice in a buff manner, “and I started to panic right because I don’t actually have a girlfriend so I was just gonna say a random name but yours was the first that came to my head and I said it.”

“If it’s just Haz, why can’t you tell him you were kidding?” You asked.

“Because he started saying how he knew it all along and I was an idiot to think people didn’t know we were together.” Tom said sheepishly, taking sudden interest in the floor.

“But we’re not.” You stated.

“Apparently everyone thinks we are.” Tom scratched the back of his neck. “So of course, he told Harry who told Sam who told my entire extended family and now my mom is asking me about grandkids and I don’t know what to do!” Tom said in one breath. His eyes were full of panic and you knew he was beginning to spiral.

“Okay, okay.” You said soothingly and put your hands on his cheeks. He immediately stopped panicking and softened his eyes. “Don’t panic. Your family thinks we’re together, so what? We can pretend we’re dating for a little bit and then have a fake mutual break up. No big deal.”

“My mom wants you and your parents to come over for a family dinner tomorrow. Is that too much too soon?” Tom asked, bringing his hands up to your wrists and rubbing soft circles into them.

“Well, we have only been dating for about three minutes.” You joked.

“If you’re uncomfortable, we won’t do it. I’m okay with the years of embarrassment and ridicule I’ll have to deal with if you won’t pretend to be my girlfriend.” Tom sighed dramatically and drummed his fingers on your wrist. You rolled your eyes and pursed your lips.

“Just one dinner?” You held up on finger.

“Just one dinner.” Tom held up a finger and touched it to yours. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Alright, boyfriend.” You emphasized the last word, much to his amusement.

Tom picked you up, spinning you around and kissing your cheeks.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Tom squealed and set you down.

You prepared for the dinner like it was a final at school. You and Tom rehearsed the facts, well, fiction.

“We could say I first kissed you that one time my car broke down in the rain and we had to wait for the mechanic. Remember that?” Tom suggested with a shy smile as you drove to his parents house.

“I remember. We stood in that rain for hours because someone locked their keys in the car.” You laughed at the memory from the passenger seat.

“Well someone was distracted because someone else looked really pretty with raindrops in their hair.” Tom defended. You gave him a bright smile before leaning over and kissing his cheek.

“What was that for?” Tom chuckled.

“Just practicing. We have to be convincing, don’t we?” You shrugged as Tom pulled into the driveway. He kept his hand on your back as you walked up the walkway.

“We should probably hold hands. You know, for effect.” Tom suggested with pink cheeks.

You shyly slipped your hand into his as he rang the bell. Tom gave you an assuring squeeze.

“Tom! Y/n! Come in! Everyone’s here!” Nikki smiled as she opened the door. You walked inside, hand in hand and made your way to the table. Tom pulled your seat out for you and let you sit. You gave him a ridiculous smile as you sat down, finding it hilarious that your awkward-around-girls best friend was now pulling your seat out for you like a proper gentlemen. Everyone sat around the table, and the games began.

“So, Y/n, how long have you and Tom been together?” Dom asked, making polite conversation right away.

“A year.” You answered.

“Four months.” Tom said at the same time. You and him exchanged a look of panic before plastering on fake smiles.

“A year and four months.” You nodded, and everyone excepted it.

“You’ve been together for over a year and you never told us?” Your mom cut in.

“They didn’t have to. It’s not like everyone didn’t already know.” Dom laughed, and you and Tom let out fake laughs as a response.

“What do you mean?” You said through your fake laughter. You squeezed Toms leg under the table and gave him a scared look.

“Well, Tom talks about you all the time. I feel like I know everything about you, just from what he’s said. It’s funny, almost. He was never good in school because he couldn’t memorize facts, and yet he knows every detail about you like the back of his hand. I’ve never seen my son so enthralled as he is by you. He’d give you the damn world if you asked for it.” Dom quipped before taking a sip of his wine.

“Haha, very funny dad.” Tom said through a clenched smile. You furrowed your brows at the news.

“I’m not being funny. I was so happy when Sam told us you were an item because I know you’ve wanted it for so long. I’m proud of you, Tom. You’re really going after your dreams.” Dom said with a raise of his glass.

“Thanks, dad.” Tom said in a more sincere tone, feeling a little guilty for not being able to make his dad proud.

“What about you? Did Y/n keep it a secret that long from you too?” Nikki asked your parents.

“Oh dear.” You gulped. Tom sensed your fear and took your hand, under the table. You found it a little odd, since you were trying to fake a relationship but he was holding your hand out of sight. Nonetheless, you appreciated it.

“She just told us last night. We weren’t surprised either. Well I wasn’t. Y/n’s father just went “Tom who?” and went back to his newspaper. But I’ve known Y/n was in love with Tom since the day they met. She came home on the first day of school and told me she met the her future husband.” Your mom gushed. You sucked in your breath and avoided Toms piercing gaze.

“Alright, alright. I was six.” You defended. “Everyone has crushes when they’re six.”

“But it was so sweet! He used to come over everyday, and she’d talk about him all night when he left. I was so happy when she finally admitted they were together. I just thought it was closer to three years, not one.” Your mom went on, much to your embarrassment.

“You’ve thought Tom and I were together for three years and you didn’t say anything?” You wondered in amazement. Did the whole world see something you didn’t?

“I didn’t want to pry.” Your mom shrugged.

“I’m curious, Mrs. L/n. How did you know we were together?” Tom leaned forward on his hands with an amused grin, loving the embarrassment you were feeling.

“Oh, are you kidding? It’s like she wanted me to know. All the times I’d ask her where she got a T shirt or a sweatshirt and she’d go, “it’s Tom’s” ,with the reddest face you ever saw. I’m pretty sure she uses one of your shirts as a pillow case, right Y/n?” Your mom asked you from across the table. You gave her wide “shut up mom” eyes.

“Mom”, you fake laughed, “thats enough.”

“You do!” She exclaimed. “I remember now because I asked you why you did it and you told me you missed him. Isn’t that sweet? She missed her boyfriend.”

“I did that when I was little.” You told the table.

“Oh, but it was just last week that you said that.” Your mom said, completely oblivious to your efforts to make her stop. Tom, for one, was loving every second of this.

“Last week?” He said as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“She’s old.” You shook your head. “She forgets.”

“No I don’t. I remember it perfectly.” Your mom got ready to set the scene. “I came in your room at like three am and asked you where you got the pillowcase from. You got all shy about it, remember? Apparently it was his favorite shirt or something. I should’ve told you right then and there that I knew. What girl would care about a silly T shirt if she wasn’t in love with the guy who owned it?”

“Haha, yeah. Because we’re so in love, right Tom?” You looked at him with panic seeping in. Tom burst out laughing and took both your hands in his.

“That’s right, Y/n. I love you so much.” Tom matched your slightly sarcastic tone before switching to a more genuine one. “More than you know.”

You and Tom stared into each other’s eyes, having a real moment amidst the chaos.

“Yeah, no. I don’t buy it.” Harry interrupted.

“Buy what?” Tom asked.

“This whole thing.” Harry gestured between you two. “There’s no way you’re actually together. I don’t buy it.”

“Me either.” Sam chimed it with a look of disapproval. “It’s too forced.”

“It’s not forced. We’re in love.” Tom defended sharply. A little too sharply, for a fake relationship.

“No, I believe that part.” Harry laughed a little. “But I don’t believe that you’ve actually told each other that.”

“Boys, please.” Nikki scolded.

“But think about it, mum. Didn’t Tom say he had a thing for Y/n two weeks ago? How can you have a thing for your own girlfriend?” Harry brought up. You felt your heart stop a little at this revelation. Did he really say that? You looked to Tom for answers, who looked at you in fear.

“It’s possible.” Tom said quickly.

“Is it, Tom? Is it really?” Harry pressed.

“Or is it possible you’re pretending to date to get us off your back?” Sam pilled on. Tom wasn’t enjoying this as much anymore now that the attention was on him.

“More tea, anyone?” Nikki pipped up.

“We’re not pretending. It’s real.” You came to Toms defense.

“Do you smell that, Sam?” Harry snuffed the air around him.

“Yup.” Sam nodded and sniffed the air. “I smell clownery.”

“It’s not fake.” You burst out. “I’ll prove it.”

You turned to Tom, who met you with a confused gaze. Your eyes fell to his lips, and hesitated for a moment. It felt like the whole world was holding their breath as you leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips. He stiffened from initial shock before melting into you and cupping your face with his hand.

Right as your lips touched, you saw white lighting flash behind your eyelids, like the flash of a camera. You kept the kiss short, being you were in front of your family and all. When you pulled away, Tom looked at you in a way he never had before. You plastered a smile on your face and turned back to Sam and Harry.

“See? We do that all the time.” You shrugged as if the biggest moment of your life didn’t just happen.

“I stand corrected.” Sam said, visibly impressed.

“Then congratulations, Tom.” Harry said. “You finally got the girl you’ve been pining over for years.”

“Haha, yeah.” Tom mumbled, never taking his eyes off you. You were too busy talking to Nikki to notice Toms love struck gaze.

After dessert and helping to clear the table, you and Tom said your goodbyes and got into his car. As soon as he pulled away from the house and hit a red light, you high fived in celebration.

“That was great! They totally bought it.” You cheered.

“Our parents especially.” Tom agreed. “Good thinking with that kiss.”

“Oh, thanks. I just wanted to prove to Harry and Sam that we’re actually in love.” You said, eyes immediately widening. “I mean, pretend love.” You followed up.

“Yup. Pretend love. I was definitely pretending to be in love with you tonight.” Tom let out an awkward loud laugh. “Especially in that dress.” He fake laughed even harder.

“Oh, me too. I was pretending so hard that I’ve been in love with you all this time. Total make believe.” You nodded way too many times and kept your eyes on the road.

“I hear you. And that kiss? I was totally pretending to enjoy it. I completely forgot it even happened.” Tom shrugged with a squeaky voice.

“Me either. I’m definitely not thinking about it right now.” You told him.

“Oh, same. I’m not even thinking about your cherry chapstick transferring onto my lips and leaving a taste in my mouth.” Tom laughed again, sounding almost like he was in pain.

“It’d be a shame for us to continue this conversation and find out what tonight meant to the other.” You said sarcastically but attempted to sound sincere.

“You know what I’m thinking?” Tom said with a scarily huge smile.

“Pretend tonight never happened?” You finished his sentence, as always.

“Yup! You always know what to say.” Tom admired, sneaking a glance at you in the mirror. On the inside, he was dying to talk about the night. But you seemed to agree that it should be let go of.

“We’re just so in sync.” You faked a smile as you drifted further and further from the real conversation you wanted to have. “You’re the best fake boyfriend ever.”

“I totally don’t want to be your boyfriend for real.” Tom declared with fear in his eyes and a forced laugh. You were both saying the opposite of how you felt, and neither of you knew it.

“Me either. I’ve never even thought about it.” You lied.

“I know, right? I’ve never thought about holding your hand or being the little spoon or braiding your hair when you’re too tired because you stayed up all night helping me learn lines because you’re so selfless and kind that it makes my heart swell and burst.” Tom shrugged. “That’d be crazy, right?”

“Insane.” You agreed, replaying his words in your mind.

“But imagine if we really did get together, though?” Tom said as if he just thought of it. “I wonder what it’d be like if we went on a real date.”

“I bet it’d be terrible.” You forced a laugh. You knew it’d be magical.

“Oh, awful.” Tom agreed, despite the blatant lies. He felt hurt at your words, not knowing they were completely fabricated.

“The worst.” You nodded, feeling a little hurt at the confirmation that he didn’t feel the same. “That’s why we’re just faking it. But I have to admit, it’s pretty fun being your girlfriend. Almost makes me want to fall in love with you.” You said as a joke, but meant every word.

“Haha, I am in love with you.” Tom blurted in the same cheerful tone you’d both been using. The car filled with awkward silence as Tom drove on.

“But just pretend, right?” You asked softly.

“Right.” Tom nodded and cleared his throat, no longer looking at you in the mirror. “Just pretend.”

You got back to your shared apartment and flopped on your bed. You tried to push the nights events from your mind and went to sleep.

The next morning, your phone was nearly dead from blowing up all night. You had hundred of notifications, but only one caught your eye.

harryholland64 tagged you in a photo

You clicked on the notification and it brought you to his page. Right there, for the world to see, was you and Tom pecking each other on the lips. The caption was sweet and simple.

“lover boy.”

Your initial reaction was your heart swelling. That white lightning you saw during the kiss turned out to be the flash of Harry’s camera, but you felt oddly grateful that he’d captured it at all. Otherwise, the memory would fade with time and you’d forget how momentous that night was. Harry had immortalized that spontaneous kiss, and then sent it out into the world.

That was your second reaction.

Harry had upwards of a million followers, and anything he posted of Tom was inevitable posted in every single fan account in existence. That night was no longer between your respective families. Every marvel fan was about to get the surprise of a lifetime. Tom had been steadily denying a romantic relationship with you since he found success with Billy Eliot. All the news reporters wanted to know if the little girl in pigtails doing the dances in the wings and cheering the loudest was “Toms little girlfriend”. It’d only gotten worse when social media took off and your face was splashed all over Toms Instagram. He could count on being asked about you every time he was interviewed. This picture was nothing but air to the fire. There was no going back from it. Harry had unknowingly let all he’ll break loose, all because of a stupid, stupid, amazing kiss.

“Tom!” You screamed. Tom rushed to your room and you immediately held up the photo for him to see.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know he was gonna post it.” Tom apologized, having already seen it. “But it’s up and there’s nothing we can do about it. On the bright side, people are being really supportive.”

“To you!” You cried. “I’m getting death threats from 12 year olds!”

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. I never meant for this to happen.” Tom said sincerely as he knelt next to your bed and took your hand.

“You need to post something about us breaking up.” You said as you pulled your hand away from him. Tom faltered and blinked in surprise.

“You said you’d pretend.” He reminded you with hurt evident in his voice.

“Yeah, for one dinner!” You whined, eyes landing on the amount of likes the picture had already. “The whole world knows now Tom. And there’s nothing to know! I’m getting harassed for dating you and we’re not even dating.”

“I think there’s something to know.” Tom mumbled, feelings once again hurt.

“Tom.” You whined and took his hand. He hesitated before putting his hand over yours and looking you in the eyes.

“They’re just want what we have.” He said gently. “They know you’re the most important girl in my life and you always will be. Can you blame them for being a little jealous?”

“No.” You admitted, a small smile creeping onto your face.

“Listen.” Tom tucked your hair behind your ears and cupped your face. “I can put an end to the hate. My fans will listen to me if I tell them to stop. My publicist wants us to do an interview together tomorrow on Ellen. If we go on and explain that we want our relationship private, people will leave it alone. We won’t have to pretend. People thought we were dating before anyway right?” Tom asked and you nodded. “Nothing has to change. Just do this one interview with me.”

“How am I supposed to lie to the whole world that I’m in love with you?” You asked. Toms heart fell and he prayed you couldn’t tell how much that hurt him.

“It’s not lying. It’s pretending. You can pretend to be in love with me for ten minutes, can’t you?” He asked a little bitterly before mumbling under his breath, “I’ve been pretending I wasn’t in love with you for ten years.”

“What?” You asked, not hearing him.

“Nothing. Will you please do it? I can do all the talking. You just have to sit there and look pretty.” Tom promised. You looked at his puppy dogs eyes before sighed.

“Fine.” You agreed.

You smoothed your dress and took one last look in the dressing room mirror just as Tom came in.

“Y/n, I belive I told you to look pretty. I never said anything about looking as radiant as the sun.” Tom teased as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You looked at his and your reflection in the mirror and told yourself he was only doing it to keep up the act. He didn’t really feel that way. It was just pretend.

“Aren’t you sweet?” You said with a tight lipped smile. “I might just fall in love with you for real.”

“I’d simply hate for that to happen.” Tom muttered and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. For the act, you told yourself, just an act.

“Me too.” You quipped, and quickly looked away.

“Did your mom mean what she said?” Tom asked suddenly. “About you sleeping with my t shirt?”

“I don’t even know what she was talking about.” You fake laughed and shrugged.

You knew exactly what she was talking about. A week earlier, she found you lying awake around three in the morning with tears in your eyes. You’d just gotten off the phone with Tom the night he left for shooting reshoots for Chaos Walking in Georgia. Knowing he’d be gone longer than usual, he gave his favorite black T shirt to wear when you missed him. Unbeknownst to him, that was all the time. You slipped the shirt over your pillowcase just as he rang your phone. You laid your phone on the pillow next to your head with a sigh as Toms voice filled your ears as his scent filled your nose. If you shut your eyes, it felt like you were lying on Toms chest, just like he was there. Your mom had found you in the position long after the call ended, and in the spur of the moment, you told her a little too much.

“Oh, okay.” Tom nodded his head, slight disappointment in his voice. “It just reminded me of all the times I’ve stolen one of your shirts before leaving for shooting.”

“Why do you do that?” You asked, turning in his arms to face you.

“The same reason you do. Or don’t do, apparently.” He said, slight disdain present.

“Because you miss me?” You asked. Tom looked frustrated and looked down at your lips.

“Because I love you.” He blurted.

“Pretend though, right?” You asked.

“Wrong.” Tom shook his head before crashing his lips to yours. You kissed him back for everything you were worth. Your fingers found their way to his hair, like they’d always meant to be there. He lifted you off your feet with arms secure around your waist. It was the fairytale you’d been waiting for since that first day of school when you told your mom you’d met your future husband. You only broke apart when a knock at the door came.

“Five minutes until you’re on.” Someone begin the door yelled.

“Thank you, five.” Tom called, his loving eyes never leaving yours. “I should’ve kissed you that day in the rain.” He whispered.

“That’s in the past. Let’s focus on our future. And my future is you.” You smiled at Tom and pecked his lips once again.

“You ready?” He asked.

“I am. I’m just glad we don’t have to lie anymore.” You said as you made your way to the main stage.

“Oh, Y/n.” Tom sighed dreamily as he brushed hair out of your face. “I was never lying.”

You took your seats in the couches next to Ellen after the crowd died down.

“So, how did you guys get together?” Ellen sat back in her chair and folded her hands.

“Well”, Tom looked at you and smiled as he linked his hands with yours, “it’s a bit of a funny story.”

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Nights out: Tom Holland

I just wanna say thank you for all the love on my last post i woke up to over 20 likes, thats crazy (and posting this there is over 100 what the fuck)

Before i start, if you're not from the uk you probably don't know what weatherspoons is, id describe it as the best place on earth, a cheap pub with even cheaper alcohol and great food. You always go there and get drunk before heading to any club because you're a broke uni student.

You would be lying if you said you didn't like to party, you loved to dance in the club, talk to all the girls you didn't know in the bathroom and share compliments and share lipsticks, you loved the 4am McDonalds trips or cheesy chips from the take away as you stumble home, your heels in hand, your boyfriends arm around your waist and stupid smiles on each others faces. So when Tom decided to go to one of the best clubs in town for your birthday you couldn't say no. Of Course it always started out in weatherspoons, the dirt cheap alcohol always meant it was going to be a great night and tonight wasn't going to be any different.

"Could we get a couple more rounds of shots please?" Tom asks the guy at the bar. He was already past the point of tipsy, his smile never falling from his face.

"You're-so-beautiful" you say in between kisses, resting your hand on his cheek. "I looove you" you drag out.

"I love you too" his brown eyes full of love, giving you another short but sweet kiss. The bartender slides over the tray full of different coloured shots. 

You barely made it back to the crowded table without spilling a single drink.

“Alright, three each” Tom says, handing them out to everyone. You line up your little glasses. “Ready?” tom questions, a chorus of yeses erupt from the table. You quickly throw them back, taking no time to breathe, yet Harrison had beat you.

“Nice try” he laughs, wiping his mouth.

“It's my birthday, you have to let me win. Lets go again” you shout, but the song playing quickly distracted

"I love this song!" Harrison shouts standing up, rain by aitch playing

“When we run down its rain, right wrist and left wrist that's rain! She said wagwan what's goin on? Why ma wet? Girl, that's rain!” you both shout at each other dancing in your seats, you 

"Who's ready to hit the clubs?" You weren't sure who was talking but you quickly finish your drink and grab your back and toms hand.

Standing out in the cold waiting to get into, your instagram story very quickly filled up with drunk selfies and videos

"Are you cold?" Tom questions, referring to your short black dress, luckily you wasn’t all the alcohol in your system keeping you warm enough.

"You're such a gentleman" you laugh. "You don't even have a jacket to give me"

"I do i'm wearing- oh yeah i dont" he smiles.

“Bro, you're so drunk” Harry laughs as you move to the front of the queue.

Most of the night was spent dancing, toms hands on your swaying hips. The music was so loud you could feel the bass in your bones as you dance you hands in the air as your ass grinds against tom

"Are you having fun" tom spins you round, pulling you back against him.

"I think we could go have some more fun" you tell him, resting your arms around his neck

"What?" He couldn't hear you over the music

"I said i think we can have some more fun!" You shout at him this time louder.

"What? Whos dumb?" He looked confused, you roll your eyes.

"Lets go have sex!" You shout, he looks at you for a second before it sets in, a devilish smirk appears on his face, he definitely heard you this time. He takes you hand and leads you through all the sweaty bodys on the dance floor towards the empty hallway

"Harrison, hi!" You smile.

“Hey man” Tom's other hand resting on your hip, giving it a squeeze. You look past him

"Where are you going?" he looks at you both skeptically

"Toilet" you claim, stepping by and pulling tom into the guy's toilet. Harrison quickly pulls you back, shutting down your plan.

"You cant have sex in the toilets" he laughs.

"Why not"

"It's gross" to which Tom agrees, but despite this you still couldn't keep your hands off him, his lips on your neck as your hips swayed to the music. You let out a soft moan as he places wet open mouth kisses on your collar bone.

You all knew it was the end of the night as Mr brightside blasts from the speakers, everyone shouting the words together, jumping to the music.

Your feet were killing as you walked down the empty streets to the 24 hour McDonalds, using Tom's shoulder to help you walk even though he wasn't very stable on his own feet swaying as you walked into the building.

"Can i have a milkshake, no a mcflurry the Oreo one please and a share box of nuggets please"

"Sure what sauce would you like?"

"I don't know" you sigh.

"Get BBQ" Tom suggests. "And get me a cheeseburger please, and some chicken selects" he rests his head on your shoulder. "And a milkshake please" you laugh as he continues to add more items to your order

Your food came out before everyone else's so you happily stood and ate your ice cream.

“I love our nights like this, please don't get anymore famous otherwise we can't do this anymore” you were all sat on the curb waiting for an uber.

“I just hope no one got videos of you two dancing, that wasn't very pg” Harrison laughs to himself. You rest your head against his Toms shoulder finishing your nuggets.

“Right, I'm ready for bed” you announce, clapping your hands and getting up watching the uber come down the road. The drive home was quiet, you all were exhausted and struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Did you have a good birthday babe-”

“Can you turn this song up? I love it” Harry interrupts, it was fourfiveseconds which quickly led to you all singing along. The real reason you loved nights out was the moments like this, everyone chilled out; it felt like home as you all exchanged glances, smiles on your faces before bursting into fits of laughter as someone hits the wrong note or at someone's voice breaks.

“I did by the way” you confess to your boyfriend as he fiddles with the key in the door struggling to unlock it.

“What?” he looks down at you.

“I did have a good birthday”

I miss going out drinking so much it aint even funny

My requests are open i will pretty much write for anyone, i also reblogged a prompt list so yeh

also i hated this but i spent so many hours on it so i thought id post it anyway sorry, im just gonna stick to little blurbs n stuff

[bow-woahh]

She-Ra season 5 thoughts

A chaotic summary of my feelings/ reactions of each episode! Spoilers. Obviously. 

Episode 1 — Horde Prime

- First of...Adora stop throwing yourself into battle challenge - "You're not She-Ra anymore" — TELL HER SIS - The way Catra was so smug but Glimmer was not having any of it "You're just as alone as I am" if that ain't the truth idk what is - Catra wanting the climb up the ranks? Sis I don't think so let's see how long that lasts - The DINNER pissed me the fuck OFF - Oh yeah here's my obligatory SW FUCK OFF CHALLENGE - Micah, King, glare at her!! Yes!! - The way Scorpia said "Catra thought my singing was annoying" honey - That clone was SO annoying stfu about Prime being omniscient and omnipresent and shit like ugH idC - Bow and Adora are the BROTP - Scorpia stinging Adora to keep her safe - and that's on friendship - The way Prime INSTANTLY called Catra out "Adora means something to you" listen I hate the gay but damn he's smart. He saw right through her act. - "Adora chose her side and I chose mine" that doesn't mean you don't still care Catraaa - Also that was REALLL quick lmaoo the way five seconds she was like "imma climb up the ranks" then in about two secs HP was like "sis I have no use for you" - "What are you going to do to me?" IM CRYING - Adora and those weird flashback PTSD things -- are u okay sis?? - This was the first episode and I already want to cry so....wow

Episode 2 — Launch

- Adora omg she's so fatigued girl S L E E P - Bow getting pissed at everyone for not letting her rest...what a king - Catra disobeying HP and talking back to that clone but then HP took its form...fuck man that shit scary - STOP CALLING HER  LITTLE SISTER CHALLENGE JESUS FUCK - Everyone hates Entrapta wow ouch - Literally Entrapta being horny over robots is hilarious lmaoo - Mermista is a great leader and they worked so well together ahhh! I'm loving Scorpia and Frosta's friendship - Entrapta got the signal!! I'm proud -  Adora stop following holograms and illusions challenge -  Adora being all like "I don't know my destiny anymore but I know I need to save my friend." LIKE YES HONEY -  Glimmer is sO volatile like honey,, did you need to break HP's crystal ball thingy?? DID U?? -  also she knows her dad is alive now and that H U R T S ++ I bet she doesn't know the sword is broken so fuckkl -  Micah as She-Ra?? something I never knew I needed -  SW not being in this episode at all? love that for us - "I reinstate my horray" I LOVE YOU SCORPIA - "Can you stay?" MY FUCKING HEART GLITRA FRIENDSHIP HERE WE COME

Every episode I just feel immense f E AR

Episode 3 — Corridors

- THIS STARTS W BABY CATRA AND ADORA?? NOELLE WHY ARE TRYNA KILL US?? - Catra and Glimmer talking about sleepovers and Adora...damn my heart - Adora and her stupid ponytail 💀 - "I'll never say sorry!" - THE WAY YOUNG CATRA WAS SO JEALOUS EYE— - "There's no one in the entire universe who cares about me." - "Im sorry! For everything." IM SO UPSET WTF -  CATRA IS FUCKED BUT SHE SAVED GLIMMER -  HP GTFO CHALLENGE -  I'm so proud of my baby tho wow... -  What the fuck we gone do now? -  so much happened in this episode so this is a lot shorter because my brain is numb. Catra is gonna get brainwashed?? isn't she?? -  "I want to do that one good thing in my life." IM CRYING Y'ALL

Episode 4 —Stranded

- Adora is like "Catra, Catra?? saved you?? wtaf?” Lmaoo - Bow and Glimmer fighting is hurting my HEART - KYLE HAS A CRUSH ON ROGELIO?? SCORPIA DONE EXPOSED IT AHHH - Swifty tryna contact Adora?? kinda cute - him impersonating everyone was onbrand and kinda funny ngl - The way Adora is like "it's complicated" lmaoo girl everything is w you - I live the star siblings omg yeS - "I have to save someone. Someone I—" omFG ADORA - Adora is S T R O N K - she GLOWED OMFG SHE RA?? IS THAT U?? - BOW AND GLIMMER BEING OKAY?? MAYBE - Etherians really are wilding out here - YESSS THEY JOINING THE REBELLION - "Maybe we'll never be friends like we used to be."  Glimmer...I love her sm - "I can't just leave her there. I have to try." Adora actually cares so much about her!! and I love Glimmer being supportive wow we love a queen! - THE BEST FRIEND SQUAD IS BACK TOGETHER!! LETS GOO - "She-Ra is back." Swift Wind is annoying but thank you. thank you for saying that horse.

I literally threw my hoodie across the room and forgot that I did that wow lmao

Episode 5 — Save the Cat

- My friend who's ahead me said wait for episode 5 now I'm fucking S H OO K - this episode name has me shook I can't - its WRITTEN BY NOELLE?? WE'RE FUCKED - I love Wrong Hordak SM what an idiot - Catradora really is gonna be canon wow - WTAF IS THAT SHE IS NOT MY CATRA SHE IS A CLONE her hair tho?? kinda nice - the way HP said "your Catra." like low-key he said gay rights - "You broke my heart. And he has made me whole again." - "We both know I don't matter"  and "you're and idiot" "I know" THESE TWO ARE MADE FOR EACH OTHER - SHE JUMPED OFF A CLIFF FOR HER - the way she's holding her?? so soft - SHE RA IS LOOKING FLY -- and is she taller?? - "You miscalculated" YES QUEEN I LOVE HER. THAT WHOLE FIGHT SCENE WAS AMAZING - FuCK HORDEP PRIME - Darla is the best Light Hope SUX - the "Hey, Adora" was SO SOFT IM SO HAPPY

That episode really hiT different Catradora is DEFINITELY canon EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU NOELLE

Episode 6 - Taking Control

- Adora. Chill. - Catra's trauma...wow - honestly I have SO MUCH TO SAY and so little at all. - The ending w Catra joining was so cute and all the Catradora interactions are SENDING ME this is the development I need - "Adora. Stay." MY HEART - thank fuck that chip is gone YAY - Entrapta and Catra making up? Catra saying "Thank you and I'm sorry" her least favourite words -- characters DEVELOPMENT - The way Catra blushed when Adora transformed GIRL YOURE GAY - SHERAS POWER IS TOO MUCH SLAY GIRL - Horde Prime FucK off challenge I hate him - Micah tryna be a father figure? cute - the endING FUCK WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT SPINNERALLA??? POOR NETOSSA

okay but where tf is DT, KYLE, LONNIE AND ROGELIO??

my mum is so tired of me screaming lmaoo

Episode 7 — Perils Of Peekabloo

- Catra just SAT on Adora's lap the PDA is unmatched - We love a filler wow - we literally can't trust anyone this shit sucks - SCORFUMA STANS STAY WINNING - Mermista and Seahawk kinda cute tho (the  heart eyes) - DT I KNEW IT   - CASH KITTEN? EYE—JUST SAY SUGAR MOMMA AND GO - NETOSSA DOESN'T DESERVE THIS - MERMISTA TO - EVERYONE is chipped WTF - DT is a theatre gay through and through   - THEY'RE FUCKED WE'RE FUCKED - NOOOO SCORPIA 😭😭😭 - "I'm the muscle, remember?" - SCORPIA'S POWER, HER REACH, IT'S AMAZING - everything is going downhill FAST - "Happy Anniversary" EYE—😭😭😭😭😭

well that sucked What the fuck we gone do now?

Episode 8 - Shot in the Dark

- The soft smile Catra gave Adora while teasing? love that - loving this new squad - the wAY HER TAIL FLUFFED UP SHES SO SCARED MAN - Wrong Hordak is my main g - the LAUGHING!! THE BLUSHING!! EVERYONE CAN SMELL THE GAY TENSION - omg Catra being the brains of the operation?? yes please - "Catra's first mission" THEY'RE SO OBNOXIOUS I LOVE THEM - "I'm going to kill your friends." "Please don't." we are ASCENDING - Casta? Strike her down anyway please 🙏 - Adora is SO WHIPPED the way she blushed at Catra making the door - "It's such a cute sneeze" BOW KNOWS IT CATRA IS CUTE AND THATS THE TEA - literallyyyy I hate SW GTFO CHALLENGE get OFF my screen 😡 - CATRA WHY DID YOU LUNGE AT THAT THING?? - OMFG MAGICAT?? (Nope dumb bitch) - "I'm coming!" "Hurry." - "I'm sorry. I got angry. It's something I'm working on" ADORA GLOWED AND SAID "You are?" WE LOVE SELF GROWTH AHH - It was Catra's hand OMFG IN THE TRAILER - Adora and cat thing being magic? we love it - MELOG IS SO CUTE and Catra can talk to it?? wowow - they love taking strays lmao - Wrong Hordak's character arc is the best one in the show - CATRA HAS AN IDEA?? YES - Preach Casta shut Weaver up - "That about sums it up, yes." I love them as a team - the hand holding? so cutee Catra don't pretend you're not whipped - oml Glimmer kissing Catra before Adora? EYE— Glitra shippers gonna be so happy at that one moment lmaoo - THEY'RE HOMEEEE

ahhh we're getting close to the end nooo

Episode 9 —An ill Wind

- oh god oh god - Catra is so badass with Melog i LOVE HER EMOTIONAL SUPPORT ANIMAL  - having to fight your own wife? that shit sucks - Erelandia? it's free - omg HP is angry asfff - FROSTA CHILL SHE PUNCHED HER HARD - Adora and Catra are soft 🥺 that's all I have to say

Episode 10 — Return to the Fright Zone

- omg are we gonna see Kyle?? Lonnie? Rogelio?? (also nope, stupid hoe) - okay but Netossa getting screentime? YES PLEASE - I love the intro sm ahhhh - also her knowing everyone's weakness? love that shit - ouch Perfuma ouch didn’t have to go so hard on Catra and YET - omg I forgot Bow's dads existed - "Mostly bad memories" 😔😔😔 - competitive gfs for the win - Catra FLEW tho WOW Scorpia is STRONK - the dad jokes are immaculate - "I'm working is being a better friend. That has to count for something right?" - "We don't throw tanks at our friends" sis you don't give flowers to your them at this current time either - "why did I get stuck with the water Princess?" Catra...baby I love you - omg there's a fail safe THANK FUCK I was legit speechless - "There's real power in love and friendship" preACH IT GIRLIE - SCORPIA FIGHT IT YESSS - legit forgot Spinny and Netossa were fighting lmao oof - FINALLY ANGST OVER THE WIVES ARE BACK - omg THE PAN TO ADORA ABOUT BEING VULNERABLE AHHHH - Perfuma is Catra's therapist that's my headcanon - OMFG I FORGOT ABOUT SW FUCK SHIT CATRA BABY IM SORRY

damn I'm stressed out

Episode 11 — Failsafe

- Weaver STFU challenge - them taking about their abuse? we love to see - "We— I could really use your help" KILL ME NOW THEY'RE TOO MUCH - "Not because I like you" she says SMILING - Melog is Catra's affectionate side prove me wrong - Stan Entrapta for clear skin - SW doesn't deserve rights (as per usual) - DONT TOUCH HER BITCH LITERALLYYYY WHYYY - and now She Ra is glitching?? fuck - Catra is so jumpy eye— "Trust Me" MY HEART SBSBDB - Weaver really called her a DISTURBANCE STFU 💀💀💀 - Entrapta and bird horse ftw what a tag team - OMG NO BE CAREFUL - "Did you just jump in fire to save me?" SHE WAS SO SMUG - can SW burn like... now? - "It's none of your business" LITERALLY BUTT OUT  - "Catra, she distracts you, confuses you." WEAVER I FUCKING HATE YOU SM I FUCKING I WILL PUNCH MY SCREEN - Entrapdak being a thing? I do not know how to feel - "Your imperfections are beautiful."  I am.... conflicted - SW doesn't deserve screen time - Catra is an i no cap (I genuinely have no clue what I meant so sorry about that) - i think the fuck not - this episode is so stressful - Catra saving Adora >>>>>>>>> - what an awful reunion for Glimmer damn - "It doesn't always have to be you!" IKR IT SHOULD BE WEAVER - fuck dark magic fuck it all - Catra's upset?? no my baby 🥺 - this whole episode is just traumatising - Adora's heart do be glowing - Catra's LEAVING?? why?? - "What do you want Adora?" - MY HEART BEEN BROKE SO MANY TIMES I DONT KNOW WHAT TO BELIEVE 😭😭 - omg this time instead of Adora leaving it's Catra (you are a dumbass DUH) - that H U R T S - ADORA TELL HER YEs QUEEN

omg HEART NEXT???

Episode 12 — Heart Part 1

- I am not prepared for this - Adora...baby I'm so sorry - Glimbow moment with a banjo?? that was cute - Adora really is a party popper - "Adora doesn't want me. Not like I want her." AND THAT'S ON LESBIANISM BUT ALSO FUCKING OUCH  - but really Catra...do you really think Adora doesn't want you? girl are youb B L I N D?? - Wrong Hordak is MY GUY - Stan the rebellion for clear skin - NOOO WHAT THE FUCK MY HEART DON'TPLAY WITH ME LIKE THAT THEY NEARLY KISSED AND IT WAS A FUCKING SIMULATION - real Catra be CAREFUL - "We have to warn Adora" YES SIS WARN YOUR GF  - "I thought I could make my own destiny" U STILL CAN SIS - I'm scared I'm fucking scared - my HEART IS BEATINGG FASTT - I really hate Horde Prime uhhhhhhhgg - for once in your sorry life do something good Weaver jfc - "I can't leave her behind again" - BEST FRIEND SQUAD + MELOG YES - "Bow, I love you." GLIMBOW IS BACK ON AHHH - BUT AT WHAT COST??? (literally what am I saying??) - "You deserve love too." AND THAT'S ON PERIODT - Glimmer coming in clutch!! - Mermista and Seahawk do be cute tho - Micah is actually the worst rn wow - "Goodbye, my oldest enemy" CATRA COME QUICK AHH

the last episode....I'm not ready to say goodbye

Episode 13 — Heart Part 2

- ofc this is written by Noelle - "Hey, Adora" MY HEART - "I'll catch up okay? Get to the heart." - SW ACTUALLY DIED?? THANK YOU MY GIRLS CAN HEAL NOW

andd that's as far as I got before freaking the fuck out with everything that was happening onscreen but THE CATRADORA KISS WAS EVERYTHING and the ending was perfect 🥺💖

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Thank you Crew-Ra, Noelle for making such a beautiful and heartwarming show, this will be remembered for years to come because what this show did was incredible and unlike anything I've ever watched.

[itwillbeall-dwight]

what happens in metropolis

david tapp & dwight fairfield; canon-typical violence; saw timeline!dwight; panic attack tw; 3481 words

a/n: did you think i was gonna write things that made sense? HA thats very funny. anyways i hc dwight is from the saw timeline. why? because i like dwight and i like saw ok, shut up. i also want some dad tapp content and if i have to make it myself then i WILL.

i’ve got a couple more fics that are almost done, i promise im not dead. as always, drabble reqs are open, so if you liked this for some reason, get into my askbox ya dingus.

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Preview: The leader gave a weak smile, moreso to comfort himself than anything else, it seemed, wincing as he rolled his shoulder. “OK… what now?” “We’ve gotta that off you. Did she… explain the rules?” “I… no, but I-I think I’ve got it.” Dwight started to shuffle where he was curled up, trying to get to his feet, but he was still somewhat shaky, like a newborn fawn, leaning on the wall of scrap as well as Tapp for support. He inhaled, and exhaled, breath still short. “There were… boxes, I think the key is in there.” Of course, that made the most sense, it seemed. “Right. You start heading to one of those, and I’ll-”

From across the yard, a generator powered on, and from where they sat, the clock started counting down. 

Waking up by the campfire was like waking up from a bad hangover. There was a thump in his head and the taste of iron in the back of his throat, as he shielded his eyes from the distant light of fire. As he stirred, the little company residing by the flames paid him mind, checking on his condition, asking who he was with a pity in his eyes that he didn’t quite understand. But he told them regardless - he was David Tapp, a detective from the Metropolitan PD (former, though they didn’t need to know that, not yet), and, as far as he remembered, he was investigating the Jigsaw murders.

 They didn’t know much, about the fog and forest that surrounded them, but the redheaded Meg told him what they knew, introducing him around the camp at the few people that were there - some of them were in a ‘trial’, she’d said, while also adding she’d explain that later, as well - trying to make him feel as at ease as he could be in the situation they were in. He sat down on a log as she went off to talk to the girl in the beanie again, taking his hat off and rubbing the back of his neck, looking down at the dull police badge that hung around his neck, almost mocking him at a false sense of status.

 “I, um- hey.”

A voice next to him made him look up, meeting the eyes of a man in glasses, fiddling with his tie. The leader of the group, Meg had said. Dwight was his name. Tapp forced a small smile. “Uh… hey.”

“Do you, um…” He seemed oddly nervous, avoiding eye contact and simply moving a hand to gesture to the seat next to the detective. “Do you mind i-if I-”

He silently moved aside, letting the younger man sit down, oddly tense and awkwardly keeping his eyes on the fire in front of them, or maybe to the conversation quickly growing heated between the beanie girl and the tall brutish young man just across from the campfire. Tapp followed his eyes, leaning forward with his elbows on his legs-

“I-I know who you are.”

The phrase was somewhat unnerving, coming from the man in the glasses now staring very intently at him as his head almost snapped back to look at him. The detective hesitated for a moment. “Y… yeah?”

“...That sounded… really bad- god, I-I’m sorry, I just- I- argh, dammit-”

“No, no, you’re good, kid.”

He inhaled, and exhaled, wringing his hands as if to calm himself down. “You’re… Detective David Tapp, aren’t you? You were investigating the Jigsaw murders. I-I saw your… your memorial, on TV.”

A breath caught in his throat, if only for a moment, as he tried not to think about the thought of a send off when he still was still alive, in… some capacity. “I… see.”

There was an empty silence after that revelation, with Dwight still keeping his eyes on the man as he swallowed, seeming to try and wrap his head around the idea that someone had watched him live and die. “You did an a-amazing job, if it… means anything.”

He sighed, sitting up, his voice lower, as if not to alert the others - better not to spread the secret too far… at least, not yet. “Did they catch the bastard?”

He paused. “I… yeah. They caught one of them, I-I think. Kind of. He, uh… died.”

There was a quiet growl from the man. Of course there had to be more than one. For a moment, he thought back to the doctor he was tailing - just who else was involved in those twisted games of playing god? And if not him, who was it?

They didn’t speak much more on it, after that, as the trial had concluded and a hand slapped down on his shoulder, introductions moving swiftly on and leaving the young man who knew too much about him with his mouth hanging open. 

 Despite their first meeting, Dwight was a capable leader, Tapp soon learned. He was a kind man, sacrificial to a point, nowhere near as much of a coward as he’d initially thought, as he watched him push his friends over to take a slash from a machete or a pair of mangled claws. He made plans, gave orders - no matter the weak disposition it was given in, one that felt like paper in a strong breeze - and protected those who he called his friends, no matter the teasing and harsh words thrown his way by a select few. He was a man trying to prove himself, either to those around him or…

 Tapp had learned what trials were, soon enough, guided by Claudette as they tried to evade the Trapper, a large, tall man, armed with a machete and bear traps, as if he was hunting down small game in the forest… in a way, that was almost accurate. That trial, while stressful, soon passed in success, and while the whole situation was still unbelievable, he soon found himself oddly adapting to the new world in the fog that he found himself in - get in, try not to die, repair generators, and leave. It didn’t take long for him to take the initiative and start giving input on plans of attack, earning a joking comment from the old gambler of the group that maybe he was better made for the leadership position than who was currently in employ. He tried to ignore that, for Dwight’s sake. 

 This should have been no different. Though this was his first time in the Autohaven Wreckers, loud annoyed groaning from Nea when the fog cleared was enough to make him think that this wasn’t going to be easy. After catching sight of Laurie and Dwight, the four of them split off, aiming to find generator’s around the wrecker’s yard, for efficiency’s sake. One was already powered by the time he spotted a pair of blinking lights… but between the trees, something else caught his eyes. A box, not like anything he’d seen previously, steel casing rusted, though untouched. But the box, while interesting in its own right, wasn’t what made him approach the damn thing.

 It was the monochromatic ventriloquist dummy sat on top. 

 Seeing that bastard puppet was enough to make him approach slowly, staring at the box it sat upon - it was like seeing an old friend, but one you’d want to snap the neck of. And it stared back, almost mocking him. His stomach turned. Had Gordon followed him? That had to be who this was, right? Tapp gritted his teeth, wanting to punch the damn thing off of its torture throne, but knowing that would probably alert… someone to where he was, someone he didn’t want to know. So he forced himself to tear away, fists clenched. It was like wading through water as he crouched down by a nearby generator, pulling at levers and twisting at cogs to make it sigh and whir… though that puppet never stopped looking at him. And he never stopped looking back, until-

 A loud scream made him duck behind the generator for a moment, wincing at the grinding of metal against a scrap wall, and the begging, the pleading… no one had ever reacted like that before. The curiosity was enough to make him look around the mechanical device to catch a glance of the Jigsaw killer.

He recognized her movements, and the way she carried herself almost right away, and the way he kicked himself would have made him double over. Of course Amanda was involved - the bastard broke her down, and rebuilt her in his own design. And now, she was just as much of a prisoner as he was, stuck in the fog with nothing to do but suffer at the hands of her fate. Though she took hers with pride, it seemed. She enjoyed the hunt, the chase and the kill. Was she too far gone to be saved from that which she thought had first saved her? He couldn’t entirely say. 

 The philosophical waxing had to be paused, though, as quiet, panicked whimpers made him stop, hands hovering over the generator he was about to resume repairing. He listened to the strained, weakened breathing, almost holding his own to listen. It was just in front of him, where the attack had failed. Slowly standing to his feet, the detective did what he did best - keeping his posture low as to not be spotted by the pig-headed woman, he went to investigate.

 It was Dwight, hidden behind a wall with his back pressed against it, and he was in a bad way, holding onto the space around in his collarbone, blood staining his palms as he tried to muffle his panicked That wasn’t what originally drew the detective’s attention, however, as a familiar helmet was strapped to his head, almost entirely covering his face. He felt his stomach drop.

“...Fairfield-” He kept his voice quiet, but it still startled the nervous man, who only started to panic more, it seemed. He put a hand on Dwight’s shoulder, and god, was he shaking under his grip. “Right, right, just breathe, kid.” 

Tired eyes look up at him from inside the helmet, strained and shallow breaths from hyperventilation making his chest move up and down at a worrying pace. He couldn’t say anything, he only held Tapp’s arm in place to keep him there.

“C’mon, you got this, in and out.”

Dwight soon followed instructions, taking as much care as he could to breathe, though he hiccupped and stuttered from tears every so often.

“Yeah… there you go. That’s it.” It wasn’t much, but it was a start. Tapp gave the man a gentle nod, digging into his belt for a couple of medical supplies he’d scraped together earlier in the trial. “Let’s get you up and at ‘em, yeah?”

 He calmed down enough to start panic rambling, and the way he switched from one extreme to another was almost welcome, as Tapp gently wrapped the bandaged over the deep cut from the hidden blade. Dwight spoke of before the fog, when he was alone in his shitty apartment with nothing but two birds to keep him company, barely earning enough to afford to live, but surviving by the skin of his teeth every month when the rent was due. He’d hardly slept before, but murders on your doorstep didn’t make it any better, especially since they were targeting the average man, just like him. And after an accident he conveniently skipped around, his paranoia only got worse.

“I-I saw one, once.” He stuttered, voice almost echoing through the trap on his head, as Tapp tied off the gauze.

“A murder?”

“A trap. In the open. A-and no one could do anything about it, I saw it on my way to work. The girl, she was- I… god, they just-”

“Fuckin’ Christ…”

“Yeah… yeah, that. Exactly that.” The leader gave a weak smile, moreso to comfort himself than anything else, it seemed, wincing as he rolled his shoulder. “OK… what now?”

“We’ve gotta that off you. Did she… explain the rules?”

“I… no, but I-I think I’ve got it.” Dwight started to shuffle where he was curled up, trying to get to his feet, but he was still somewhat shaky, like a newborn fawn, leaning on the wall of scrap as well as Tapp for support. He inhaled, and exhaled, breath still short. “There were… boxes, I think the key is in there.”

Of course, that made the most sense, it seemed. “Right. You start heading to one of those, and I’ll-”

 From across the yard, a generator powered on, and from where they sat, the clock started counting down. 

 That only started to send Dwight off again, eyes growing wide with fear as he looked back to the detective, who seemed equally as stunned. It seemed like she’d been busy, workshopping her craft.

As the leader started to buckle under his own weight again, Tapp grabbed onto his arm - not too hard, but just firm enough to keep him in place - and began looking around between trees for that bastard puppet that he’d seen earlier in the trial. As he tried to keep them both out of sight, he heard the stifled breathing behind him, as the leader tried to calm himself down while the two leaned around a tree, watching the Pig chase after the determined blonde in the blue shirt. He reached to grip onto Tapp’s shoulders, knuckles going white from the force, palms sweaty. Tapp put a hand on top of one, and gently tapped at it for a silent comfort. Once the killer was well distracted, he led Dwight to the first box. No luck.

 A second box, on the same side of the junkyard.  A quarter of the time gone. Nothing.

 Box three, on a hill besides the dingy old shack. Half time. Nothing.

 Now with only one box left, the leader was growing more frantic. Tapp held onto his wrist as he pulled him around the killer shack, pressing his back against the wall, his own heartbeat in his ears matching the beeping from the helmet. He looked back to the younger survivor.

“It’s just up ahead. Go.”

“She k-knows I’m- I-I’ll die, I’m going t-to-”

“I’ll cover you. Go, grab your life.” He was firm in his demand. But still, the leader didn’t move. He repeated, raising his voice a little. “Go!”

Dwight followed that order, practically stumbling over himself to leap to the box and shove his hands into it, wincing as his hands dug into needles and thorns on the inside that he couldn’t see.

And while the detective’s eye followed him, he noticed someone else following him as well, concealed in the grass, ready to pounce. He gritted his teeth, silently asking her to forgive him someday for what he was about to do (and what he had already done), before reaching down by the entrance to the old shack and grabbing a handful of pebbles. Tapp weighed these in his hand for a moment, before tossing them in her direction.

Bullseye. He heard her squeal from the hit, before growling and standing to her feet, turning in the detective’s direction, where he made no attempt to hide himself, ready to throw another rock should she choose to ignore him. “...Fancy meeting you here.”

“Could say the same to you.”

“I hadn’t realised I wasn’t the only pig that they’d let out of the slaughterhouse. I would have thrown a party for your arrival, Detective.”

The bite of her words was venomous, purposely crafted to throw him off, but he did not let it show. He still looked her in the eyes and stood his ground, until he could smell the rotting pig head she wore. “Would have appreciated it a lot more than this, Ms. Young.”

“Tell me, Detective,” Now Amanda, she was a woman of wearier disposition, broken from circumstances, but this new woman, a woman made of a pig? She thrived in the violence and the fear. That much he deducted, from the way she looked up at him, and though it was hard to see her eyes, he could almost see the fire in them. “Are you sure this is the game you want to play?”

For a moment, Tapp’s eyes fell behind her head, where Dwight had taken his hands out of the box, dripping with blood and sweat and shaking from fatigue and stress, before looking back to her. “It isn’t a game I haven’t played before. I can dance.”

 He tried to lead her some distance away from the puppet-adorned box where they leader still struggled, but the Pig was no fool, catching him by surprise in an open area with a knife to the gut, pinning him to the floor in his surprise with a wrist blade to his neck, threatening to slice it open a second time. The detective gritted his teeth, both from the pain and the strain of pushing her arm away, until he was just able to push her off of him, scrambling to his feet and blocking the entrance to the shack with the palette at the door. He took the time she was taking to break the obstacle to leave the shack, with no choice to run closer to the trap box, closer to Dwight, to a small collection of scrap metal walls, formed with another wooden palette and a window frame, which he quickly vaulted over to avoid a failed swipe.

 “Dwight!” He looked back as he ran the killer around a long wall connecting to the window, still seeing the leader digging through the box, loud beeping ever imminent. “Dwight, come on!”

The timer was so close to flatlining, and Dwight wasn’t doing too hot, panicking as he tried to find some solace in the cold metal expanse in front of him.

Tapp quickly slammed the palette down onto the killer’s head, hearing her squeal as he stood there, breath catching in his throat. “Dwight!”

He pulled his hand out of the box with a key in hand, quickly unlocking the mechanism and ripping the trap off of his head as it snapped open, surely to be his end if he’d messed up just once more. Breathing heavily, he felt along his face, blood gathering on his fingers from where the rusted teeth had dug into his cheeks, among the cuts and bruises from rummaging through the boxes to find his life. 

The detective was almost so caught up in himself that he didn’t hear the growl and the sound of the palette breaking behind him, the adrenaline kicking in to push him forward into a sprint, taking hold of Dwight again and pulling him along as the Pig gathered herself, and got back on their trail. “C’mon, time to go.”

 They were lucky to make it just in time, a failed swipe from the killer catching at their back as they ran into the fog where she couldn’t chase them. Tapp looked down, finally letting go of the younger man and placing a hand on his shoulder. “You OK?”

A breathless laugh escaped him, as he looked up to Tapp. “I- I- you- we- ...I’m alive. I’m alive!”

The detective smiled, about to say something before he was cut off from a tight hug, the younger survivor happily crying into his chest, getting snot all over the front of his vest. Tapp’s hands hovered for a moment, not entirely sure how to react, before he finally decided to just pat his back. 

“Thank you, thank you so much, thank you-”

“Hey, slow down, catch a breath.” He couldn’t help but laugh a little, though it was a lot more awkward than the few times he’d had to comfort lost kids who came into the station. Still, Dwight appreciated it regardless.

 “Well, you guys seem just fine and dandy.”

Dwight pulled himself away suddenly, looking up as he pushed up his glasses and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, as Laurie finally joined them in escaping the trial, sheepishly stepping away. “I… yeah.”

She gave the two of them a look, almost fond. “Nea said she knew where the hatch was, and while I wanted to stay to see her out here, I’m almost glad I didn’t. You’d never hear the end of it.”

“Wouldn’t put it past her.” Tapp chipped in, as the young woman nodded, flipping the flashlight she’d brought with her between two hands.

 The three of them returned to the campfire, Dwight and Laurie sharing a small conversation, taking care to almost dote on his face wounds from the trap he’d barely escaped from, while Tapp listened along. Dwight had almost recovered from the ordeal, though his voice still shook, and it made him think. They knew each other… or at least, he knew of the detective, of the traps, of the killings. How intimately was still up to debate, but the way he reacted in the trial told him that it was something that had deeply disturbed him. And while he’d never been much of a leader himself, but Dwight looked up to him, in the way a student did a teacher - protection, and guidance. Was it because of his attachment to the case? He didn’t deserve the title, or the treatment (he’d still failed, on the larger scale, of Dwight’s account of the public execution trap was to be believed), but if one person still believed in him despite his failures… then he had to get out, if only for that. 

 He needed to catch the Jigsaw killer, or whatever was left of them as a collective. For the sake of people just like Dwight.

[amphii-writes]

How Karasuno And I would Interact Head cannons

Hey! this is just how I think I would interact with the team because I know myself better than I know you, the reader! so i’m sorry if these are a bit boring :,)

TW: swearing, Marijuana 

I feel like id be partnered up with kageyama and hinata for a mfkin project and just absolutely hate myself for the rest of the week

Yes i would run that shit because i know for a fact i’d see kags and hinata as dumbasses and do the entire project myself.

I feel like hinata would mention that he and kageyama play volleyball and ask me to go to a game

Like i mentioned before i dont wanna be a dick even if these two boys are dumb so id go with willingly

So i get there and lets just say for the sake of debate its a home game against nohebi

And like daisho, he's a bit of a fuckboy but that isn't 100% a bad thing but i feel like because im so damn unlucky he’d pick me out of the crowd and just “ok so that bitch” and just gO HAM

Mfker would torment me and be like “im flirting ahaha” when im s c a r e d

Have you seen him?? Mfker is absolutely terrifying and I am 5’2, I am s m a l l h o e

I feel like kags and hinata would mention that i'm talking to daisho and tanaka and noya would just say what?? Ahaha say that again, run that past me one more time? And then destroy them for not telling them that a “cute” girl is there.

Tanaka would be like eH sHiTtY bOy and whatever and noya like a homie would be, would be backing him up and id just be like huh what

Of course, due to the fact that is that noya and tanaka are loud mfkers, suga, daichi, and asahi would of course swoop in and fix everything right up, of course daisho would take that as a “hes stealing my bitch” sorta thing because hes kinda dumb tbh

And then id have to introduce myself to the entire mfkin team and just be like “lol hinata and kags invited me so i came” and i feel like giving that information to the unholy duo that is tanaka and noya would fucking break them like ??? These dumbasses can get a cute girl to go to our games but I can't??? 

Low-key id cling to asahi, id see him as the most sane and poor guy would be so flustered and confused cause he scares girls

We’d get along because of our love of fashion and id teach him what i know from cosplaying

With that being said, I'd also be homies with the third years because I'm more er- level headed than the first years and some of the second years.

Daichi would probably view me as a godsend because i'm good at controlling people, I can read people really well and i'm not proud of it

Suga and i would probably get high before practice or after practice together, we’d just get zooted out of our minds and just show up like “lmao hey guys”

Tanaka and noya would instantly know but i think everyone else would be oblivious to it for the most part- ukai would know but he doesnt wanna deal with that shit so he’d just ignore it lmao

I feel like with my luck that’d be the day i decided to talk to tsukishima and try to befriend him and suga would be like “i fucking bet you 20$ if you can befriend that bastard” and as a broke bitch, id do it. Doesnt help that im higher than the fucking sky so id be like “hey” and thats it, we’d stare at eachother for like 30 seconds and id just start to cry because tSUKISHIMAS SO FUCKING SCARY AND IM HIGH AND WHAT IF HE NOTICES

Everyone would get on his ass and id just say he's intimidating and that's why i busted out in tears tbh

They’d just be like bitch huh i feel like kageyama would laugh at tsuki for this and yamaguchi would understand 100%

Hinata, tanaka, and noya, aka the unholy trinity, would ask me where i came from and if i speak another language- i know they don't mean to be assholes but i'd just think of it as a certified bruh moment.

Noya would call me a “foreign flower” and would hit on me sO MUCH and i bet you 50$ its because im his fucking height

I'd definitely become a manager after all is said and done because i love these dumbasses sm

Ennoshita, tanaka, and i would make memes about the group and would discuss drama from our and other schools together

Yamaguchi and i would probably just be the monster energy bitches of the club, he needs it for awake reasons and i need it for mental health and addiction reasons so we both relate

I have a feeling because my sleep shedule is so fucked id grab a coffee, crack open a monster, ask daichi if this is dangerous and he’d be like “well it cant be good for you-” and then just poor the fucking monster into the cup of coffee. No shame

Lmao he really would be like *sweatdrop* uh are you okay? And i'd just be like “dude i'm never ok” as a semi-joke and he’d be so worried about me hpsoayguhidasbfdgalh

I feel like i would bring food in for the boys as a thank you and a motivator, it’d work so fucking well you cant tell me otherwise

I feel like id be taken to one of those camps that they have in tokyo and just dodge every single simp i find

100% would have yamamoto, tanaka, and noya do that circle thing around me and kiyoko and just ask kiyoko if she's good

I have a feeling that if i were to have any romantic interests it’d be Asahi, Ennoshita, Noya, and Yamaguchi

On the sidelines for the games i feel like id be a fucking cheerleader no cap, While kiyoko and yachi are taking notes im doing cartwheels and getting the crowd pumped up

I feel like after a practice or two they’d add me into their group chat and it’d be absolutely chaotic

I feel like with kageyama and oikawa’s rivalry that oikawa would hit on me because he thinks that kageyama likes me romantically n shit which is fucked but also kinda funny tbh

Lmao tsukishima would fucking hate me for no reason, just because my existance bothers him he’d just wanna punt me

I would give that man a brownie and he’d look me dead in the eyes and ask if it's laced.

Id jokingly say no those are for me and suga- noya and tanaka would laugh with me and suga and they’d make eye contact with us and just be like shit

We’d never talk or discuss it ever again, it'd be like voldemort

Asahi and i would probably share designs for outfits and clothing and have in-depth talk about it like its the fucking economy

The name of the Karasuno group chat is for sure “Karasuno VBC” because daichi needed something sane

thank you for reading!

[kyouxa]

Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Ayato Sakamaki (Story 07)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too! I’m an amateur translator, but I hope you do enjoy it anyway!♡

Place: Orange Mansion — Ruki’s bedroom

Yui: hm...

...uhh... it’s Ruki-kun's room...

(I had a dream when I was at the Sakamaki house... I miss that mansion)

I wonder how Ayato-kun has been doing since yesterday... but—

I may be mistaken but... Ayato-kun’s memories are finally back...

(Ah, someone is coming—)

*someone comes in*

Ruki: Breakfast is ready. We’ll meet in the livingroom

Yui: Alright. I’m coming. Thank you... huh?!

(I- I’m still in my pajamas... !)

Why didn’t you knock tho... !

Ruki: You’re in my room. Do I have to knock to enter my own room?

I have no personal interest in you in the first place.

We just need you to make someone of us the king and thats it.

Yui: ...uhh

Ruki: Change your clothes quickly and then come with me, don’t think about anything strange

*Ruki leaves*

Yui: (...He really acts like I’m just a thing to order around)

The key to become king, is me. Even if I said that I can’t remember anything ...

Yeah, there is something I could remember. But for that they need to let Ayato-kun out!

Place: Orange Mansion — Dungeon

Yui: (... I made it. I used the way which Kanato taught me and I came back without being found ......)

(I'm worried about Ayato-kun's condition from yesterday, he hasn’t eaten anything for a long time)

(After eating, I managed to bring out the food without being found by Ruki-kun)

(I know that vampires don’t need food, but I think it will change the mood)

Ayato: ...oh? Chichinashi!

Yui: Ayato-kun! Are you alright?

Ayato: Of course. Anyway, what brings you here?

Yui: Well, I made sandwiches. They are with ham and eggs. Wanna eat them?

Ayato: Hah? Did you bring it in purpose?

Choices

1) — I want you to get better (white) ♡ ♡ ♡

2) — I want you to eat (black)

— I want you to get better ♡

Yui: I wanted you to get better soon that’s why I made them.

Ayato: It's not like I’d die if I don’t eat anything

Yui: But you will always get bored here, right? I think it's okay to change the mood

— I want you to eat

Yui: I want Ayato-kun to eat. I did my best to make it.

Ayato: Heh, whatever

Yui: Oh, I've been picking apples for dessert. You can eat them if you preferred that

end Choices

Ayato: I don't feel like eating. You should know that my food arrived already?

Yui: Huh...

Ayato: I’m talking about your blood

Yui: (After all, its still like that...)

(I thought you restored your memories yesterday... ?)

Ayato: Oh, let me drink quickly, get closer to the steel grid

Yui: Y-Yes...

*Yui gets closer*

Ayato: Hey, your face, turn it right here

Yui: My face? What are you going to do?

Ayato: That’s good, now close your eyes

Yui: Oh, but ... I'm scared to close my eyes

Ayato: Do it now.

Yui: (His breath... it’s so close...)

Ayato: ...Nn

*Ayato kisses Yui*

Yui: Eh... ?

(Huh! He kissed me on the cheek... what?)

Ayato-kun... ?

Ayato: Heheh... What's with that scared face. It’s kinda funny

Yui: No... ! That was awful. I was really scared about what you’d do... !

Ayato: hehe, my girlfriend really is the cutest.

Yui: (What? Ayato-kun's atmosphere is getting softer because of this ...)

Are you really remembering everything... ? The Sakamaki mansion and all...

Ayato: I do

Yui: ... !

Ayato: Those fake memories were blown away like nothing ever happened

I am Sakamaki Ayato, I shouldn’t forget that so easily.

And you — are the most important person on earth for me

Yui: I’m...

Ayato: You should believe what I’m saying

Yui: (No... I’m too happy that my vision started blurring)

I missed you so much... If your memories weren’t coming back, I wonder what I’d do ...

Ayato: Look directly at me. In front of you is the Ayato, you badly fell in love with and who will protect you.

I managed to remember you. I finally got ride of that dizziness...

Yui: I’m so happy you do...

(As long as Ayato’s memories came back, I’m happy with everything...)

Ayato: I wish I could hold you in my arms but this iron grid is in my way

Jeez, that asshole called Ruki really locked me up in here, without any hesitation.

Yui: Oh... Do you remember what happened after you came to this house?

Ayato: Ah. Not really, the way our memories got changed messed up my whole mind.

Hey, do you know what happened?

Yui: N-No. I just know that everyone’s memories are weird—

*someone opens door*

Yui: Huh... ?

Ruki: After all, you really came here

Yui: (Shin-san! Ruki-kun!)

Ayato: Tch... the trouble arrived

Yui: Why are you here...

Ruki: I thought that you’d get in touch with Ayato now or later, so we decided to pay you both a nice visit

Yui: (Ah... they expected that I’d go to the dungeon)

Ruki: However, it’s unexpected, that Ayato is surprisingly calm.

I was going to collect you before Eve would become a victims of the beasts fangs...

I should’ve been a little earlier. Or did the beast not put his fangs in your neck already?

Yui: Ayato-kun, is not a beast. And he’d never force me to give him my blood

Shin: That's what you think and what your mouth says. Did you forget the other day already?

Yui: No, I remember! But... Ayato-kun is fine now. Because he finally remembered who he is and who I am to him!

Shin: Hah? What does that mean?

Yui: (I tried to explain it so many times by now... It’s just frustrating!)

Ruki: Shin, hold Eve. I suddenly got a good idea for an intense punishment

Yui: Huh?!

Ayato: What?!

Shin: I understand, brother. You see, come here!

Yui: Agh! Stop, release me!

Shin: There’s no way to escape. You’re way too weak against me.

Ayato: Damn it, let her free! She didn’t do anything wrong!!

Ruki: Ayato, I told you many times. Eve is the key to become king. Not a simple toy.

Ayato: That’s wrong, you’re not better! You assholes are not taking her away from me again!!

Yui: Ayato-kun... hn!

Ruki: ...I understand. Shin, hand over Eve to me

Shin: Understood, there you go, brother

Yui: Stop! What are you doing... ?

Ruki: It is often said that curiosity kills cats.

You broke the statement and contacted Ayato without notice. I shall punish you then

Yui: ...Nn

Ruki: And Ayato, it seems useless to tell you anything in words. That’s why—

I have to show you clearly and make you understand

Ayato: What are you saying?

Ruki: Take a good look. At your beloved Eve —

Yui: Wha—

(His fangs are touching my neck... is he going to drink my blood?!)

No... stop! Ayato-kun... !

Ayato: Oi, stop that! Release her now!

Shin: Shut up. Just wait and watch it. Because this is your punishment

Ayato: Shut up! Why are you doing that! Do you want to show me your strength or what!

Shin: Aren’t we allowed to play a little with our toy too? Oh right, she belongs to our selfish Ayato

I think you would be forgiven if you're willing to follow your brother's order from now on?

Ayato: Orders...? Don’t talk shit! I’d never follow any orders you’d give me!

Shin: Haa... it’s already too late I see

Ruki: That’s right.

Yui: A-Ayato-kun...

(I hate to be sucked from any other vampire then Ayato... but this—)

That’s alright... yes. Because I’m fine.

Ayato: Hah?! What are you saying!

Yui: There is nothing I can do against it. I really hate being sucked by others

But the person who I love, is nobody else then Ayato-kun.

Ayato: You...

Yui: (As long as I can afflict Ayato-kun at least a little)

(I’m sorry... this is the only method...)

Ayato: Fuck... how can you smile over that...

I don’t want someone else to suck your blood.

Yui: Ayato-kun... ?

Ayato: Realise her now...

Ruki: What... ?

Ayato: I told you to let Yui go!!

*Ayato breaks the iron grid*

Yui: What are you?!

Shin: You must be kidding? The Iron grid...

Ayato: This prison is way too weak to hold me back from taking her from you.

Now pass her over!

*Ayato pushes Ruki*

Ruki: agh... !

Yui: Ayato-kun... ugh..

Ayato: Finally, I got you back...

Yui: I...

(After such a long time... he’s holding me in his arms again)

(I’m so relived. I just... I... )

We finally... are together again.

Ayato: You idiot... you look so speechless right now...

Yui: What is that supposed to mean? I’m just happy... I wanted to be in your arms again... its kinda funny...

(My vision is getting blurry... no, I shouldn’t cry now)

Ayato: Jeez, why are you holding them back? If you want to cry do it

After all, I can’t continue my life without seeing your face everyday

Yui: Yes, without Ayato-kun in my life, I can’t continue living.

Ayato: Heh... you didn’t change. Well, of course. At the end you’re still the one I treasure the most.

My dear. The person I want to protect at all cost...

I won’t allow you to go to any other man besides me. Even if you die, I won’t allow it.

You’re only allowed to love me, and me only.

Yui: ...Yes!

(I can’t hold back anymore... I’m just too happy I don’t care if I cry)

(I like this mood...)

Ayato: ...ugh, nh... !

Yui: Huh...?

*Ayato collapses*

Yui: A-Ayato-kun?!

(He collapsed? What happened?!)

Ayato-kun?! Wake up!

Kanato: Shut up. I just lost my temper already because of how reckless that day was

Yui: K-Kanato-kun. Hes alive right...?

Kanato: That's probably right. That idiot Ayato can't die that easily

Yui: We should get him in a bed... ! Ruki-kun please help!

Ruki: Let's allow Ayato to return to the room. Instead-

You should tell me what happened between you two very detailed

Yui: ... !

Yes, I understand... please take care of Ayato-kun.

Ruki: Understood

Monologue

Ayato-san, who fainted, was safely taken out of jail.

He started sleeping so peaceful, my chest got warm when I watched him.

Finally I got him back. His memories finally came back

Most importantly, I love you — Ayato.

[mistymark]

the one with the drunken confession.

part of the 100 things we’ve said project // jung jaehyun x reader // 1.1k words // best friends to lovers!au // masterlist // send requests here

summary; in which jaehyun realises he might be in love with someone and its not the person he just broke up with

warnings; mentions of alcohol consumption // cliffhanger ? // mild angst????

request; “Hi! I read your Taeyong story (the latest one) it was so good I thought I should send request too.. If it's still okay? 30 & & 35 with Jaehyunnie? Thank u 💐” // this was such a sweet ask, thank you anon!!

notes; a drabble thats actually about the length of a drabble // prompts are “fuck it, let’s just get drunk” + “I love you, asshole”

“We broke up… I don’t know why I’m so fine with it. Y/n, can you call me as soon as you get this? Please?” You listen to Jaehyun’s voicemail as you walk to your car, your last class only finishing fifteen minutes ago. When you reached your car, you sat in the front seat silently, the keys sitting unmoving in your lap. You listened to the message again.

“Hey, it’s me… Funny thing, actually: we broke up. I don’t know why I’m so fine with it. Y/n, can you call me as soon as you get this? Please?” You could hear it in his voice, the simultaneous sounds of unaffectedness and brokenness. Maybe he was fine with the breakup, but there was something that was getting to him.

It broke you a little, too. The heartache you felt for him caused your heart to feel like it was being clenched, but it was Jaehyun that was holding it. You’d loved him for a long time, and seeing him dating other people was painful. You always hoped his relationships would end, but every time they did, a new one blossomed not too long after. It always crushed you. Maybe that’s why they call it a crush.

It didn’t help that Jaehyun, your best friend since forever, loved to share about his romantic escapades. You always smiled and nodded along, the faux smile on your face masking the sadness within.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you called him back. Clearing your dry throat, you held the phone up to your ear, “Hey, I just got your message. You okay?”

You could hear his small smile through the phone, “Am now. Are you on your way home? Come over.”

You wrestled with the keys in your lap to try and put them in the ignition, “On my way. I’ll see you in ten.”

“Can’t wait.” He hung up.

The drive to Jaehyun’s apartment was short, but you let this one drag out, preparing yourself for the onslaught of post-breakup wallowing. When you arrived, he buzzed you in and left the door slightly ajar, so you could walk straight in when you got to his floor.

“Honey, I’m home!” You tried to enter with positivity, throwing your bags on the floor and hanging your coat on the hook by the door.

“In the kitchen!” Jaehyun called back with a mocking tone, leaning back on the couch to watch you walk in.

You laughed and sat down next to him, instantly reaching into his lap for some potato chips, eyeing the ending scene of The Notebook that was currently paused on the screen, “Any reason why you tore me away from my mountain of homework to come over and watch sad movies?”

“Not really, I just wanted to hang out,” his smile wavered slightly as you both pretended you didn’t know the real reason why you were currently sitting on his couch.

“Are we going to watch Titanic next?”

His smile broadened, “Of course. You know, I’ve decided I’m going to be Jack for next Halloween.”

“You’ll make a brilliant Jack,” you grinned cheesily as you popped another handful of chips into your mouth.

There was a brief bout of silence as you both thought about what to say. “She said she was wasting her time with me.”

You felt your mouth pop open at his words. “Did she really say that?”

He nodded, facing the screen and not you, “Word for word.”

“Did she give you a reason?”

“Did she give me a reason why I was a waste of time? Does there really need to be a reason?” He looked over at you then, his eyebrow raised. You didn’t answer. “It doesn’t matter. I’m more bummed about the way she said it rather than why. I’m surprised by how fine I feel. It’s like I don’t even care, and it’s weird because I really liked dating her.”

“You wanna talk about it?” You leant forward, concern written on your face as you examined his.

“No.” He pushed you away lightly, a small smile making its way onto his face. He was silent for a moment, his mouth opening and shutting as he debated whether to say something. When you began to ask what he was trying to say, he stood up, “Fuck it, let’s just get drunk.”

You smiled as you untangled your limbs from beneath you to stand up and follow him to the kitchen, “If it’ll help.”

The alcohol was making you feel fuzzy, the room felt warmer and appeared cloudier. Jaehyun was bathed in darkness as he sat on the floor of his living room, a bottle of God knows what between his legs. Neither of you had bothered to switch on a light after the sun set, choosing instead to wallow in the dark.

You had been laughing about something stupid, but as music began to play from one of the apartments beside his, he furrowed his brows and sat in silence, deep in thought.

Even in your drunken state, you knew to give him some time to think, so you leant back on your hands, letting your head fall backward to stare at the ceiling. It was a stark white, but there were stains and old, unilluminated glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to it. They gave off little light, but when you squinted, you swore they glowed.

After a moment, you lifted your head to focus on Jaehyun, who was already staring at you. “She broke up with me. Not the other way around.”

You were confused, “I know.”

“I should’ve broken up with her. It’s not fair.” He looked almost distraught over this fact.

“You said yourself you liked dating her. You wouldn’t have broken up with her.” You watched him in the dark, as he fell backwards, lying drunk on his living room floor.

“I didn’t want to tell you why she broke up with me, because I know she’s right,” he hummed, the hand holding the large bottle coming up to rest across his face, covering his eyes.

Your voice was barely above a whisper, “Why?”

He mumbled into the dark, “She broke up with me because she thinks I’m in love with you, and she’s right.” Jaehyun sat up, letting the bottle sit beside him as he scanned your face. “I’m so in love with you, Y/n.”

You tried to fight the smile that was making its way onto your face. “You know I love you, asshole.”

[lihikainanea]

Drama when Heartbreak Boy is coincidentally at the same hotel Tiger, Bill and all their friends were at for vacation... She would see him getting the free breakfast, before Bill could even ask why her face dropped, he noticed him and he felt angry. She was experiencing every type of emotion possible, running up to her room with her best friend shortly following. She ran to the bathroom, throwing up a tad as tried to remain calm.

YES I LOVE THIS. God let’s just all beat up Heartbreak Boy. Piece of shit, he is.

ANYWAY. I did a thing, and slammed a few kink buttons in the process. I don’t smoke, but daaaaaang I could use a cigarette right now.

***

You wished, in that moment, that you had at least made some attempt to get your trusty knife past the customs agents at the airport. But Bill had threatened you in a way that actually seemed like he meant it, had mildly frisked you before leaving your house and again more surreptitiously when you got out of the cab, and had grabbed your chin and made you promise him that you didn’t have it anywhere on you. He was becoming increasingly more worried about drawing attention to himself, causing a scene, and the poor guy looked the exact opposite of relaxed before a beach vacation. He was stressed, he was in dire need of this vacation, and when you rolled your eyes as he asked if you had your knife anywhere on you, it wasn’t a good answer to his question. He held you in a vice grip with one arm as the other patted down your chest, your thighs, your stomach.

“Bill, I don’t have it, I swear,” you said honestly, “I’m not bringing it with me.”

He turned you, grabbing your chin forcefully and pointing a finger at you.

“You swear?” He asked, “Promise me, tiger.”

“I promise, I don’t have it on me,” you trailed your fingers lightly over his to try and ease his grip.

“Look at me,” he demanded, and you reached up to bring your fingers to his jawline.

“Bud, I swear, I don’t have it. Alright? It’s tucked away in my secret hiding place.”

He had eyed you cautiously, wearily accepting your answer as he nodded. Kissing your cheek, he turned to bring your suitcases down the stairs. At the airport, he gave you one more threatening look as you took your items out in the security line and you held your hands up innocently.

And now, a few days later, you wish you had lied. You wish you had at least tried to bring it. Because in this moment, with the guy who broke your heart all those months ago—the guy who had torn you to shreds, had left you in shambles trying to piece yourself back together, the guy that you still just never quite got over—was standing at the tiki bar, his face buried in the neck of a girl who looked a lot like the one he left you for.

You could feel the bile rising your throat, your fists clenched, your heart hammering as you felt the heat creep up your face. He was here. Of all the resorts in the world, he was here. Your mind was screaming at you to run, to turn around and bolt before he could see you and make this so much worse, but your body wasn’t obeying. You stood rooted to the spot, watching the demure nature of the girl he was with, remembering how submissive he had always asked you to be, remembering how he was the first guy you had well and truly fallen so hard for. Your breath was coming in rapid gasps, and you bit the inside of your cheek to keep your eyes from welling with the tears that were barely being held at bay. You watched, almost in slow motion, as he stirred his drink and looked up, scanning the perimeter—and landing directly on you.

You felt like you were going to faint.

You watched helplessly, completely unable to move, as he murmured something to the girl and stood, making his way towards you.

Run your brain screamed, but it was useless. He stopped in front of you, his chest puffed and his hands in his pockets, eyeing you up and down. You were sure he could hear your heart beating out of your chest from where he stood.

“Hey,” he beamed, “Fancy meeting you here.”

You wanted to lunge at him and tear the smile off his face, you wanted to swear at him and throw a kick at his head and just scream. But you couldn’t, you couldn’t seem to do much of anything except stand there and stare at him.

You opened your mouth to speak, entirely unsure of what was going to come out, and then you felt it. 

Bill. 

You felt his presence behind you, tall and confident and strong, before he even touched you. 

But then long arms reached around your waist and pulled you back into him, his nose dipping to your neck as he left a wet kiss on your pulse point, sucking it for a few seconds.

“There you are, baby,” he murmured, but loud enough for the man in front of your to hear, “I was looking for you.”

Another suckling kiss, this one just under your ear. You sighed, closing your eyes and leaning back into him. He smiled against your skin as he trailed his lips up your jaw, and the idiot who had broken your heart shifted uncomfortably in front of you.

“I always knew you guys were fucking,” he mumbled, “It was so obvious.”

Your eyes flew open at that and you caught the final few seconds of Bill’s glare, before his arms left your waist. You didn’t realize how unsteady you were and you swayed, but he gently tugged your ponytail back with one hand and tipped your chin with the other, so the top of your head was flat on his chest and you were staring upside down at him.

He brought his mouth down to yours, keeping your chin in his hand, and made an elaborate show of licking along your bottom lip before taking your lips in a passionate kiss, one that lasted far too long for such a public place. But you melted into it, relished it, wanted to beg for more as he pulled away and flicked his eyes to the man in front of him before bringing them back to yours.

“What did I tell you about wandering off, sweetheart?” He kissed your chin, the corner of your lips, as you still gazed at him upside down.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered your apology, and then an idea hit you full force and you couldn’t stop the small smirk from forming on your lips, thinking back to all the things this asshole had asked you to do before you found out that whatever you said no to, he was just getting from some other girl on the side.

“I won’t do it again….daddy.”

Bill caught on quickly enough, his eyes devilish as he returned your smirk. Emboldened, he lifted his head slightly to stare the guy right in the eyes.

“Good girl,” he whispered, maintaining eye contact as he pressed his lips to yours again. He didn’t blink, didn’t look away as he slipped his tongue into your mouth and you groaned. He pulled away just barely, wiping your bottom lip with his thumb.

“Did you hear that?” He asked him, “Because thats what a real moan sounds like.”

“Funny, I think I heard that on some voicemails. Or was that…no, that was crying, wasn’t it? And begging? Yes, I remember now. A lot of begging,” the guy’s eyes bore into yours, “You’d think you would have gotten over me a little quicker, if you were already fucking your best friend.”

Bill rose up, his shoulders squaring as his hands left you. He took a second to steady you when you wobbled, tears rushing to your eyes and the hot flash of humiliation creeping up your chest.

“You’re okay,” he whispered to you. He said it in Swedish, it was one of the phrases he repeated so often to you that you understood it perfectly. And it gave you strength.

“You and I are going to take a walk,” He moved to grab the guy roughly by the shoulder, spinning him around.

“No we’re n—“

“I wasn’t asking,” Bill locked an arm around his shoulder bringing him to an area out of your eyesight.

You managed to finally get your legs into gear, adrenaline making them slightly wobbly still, but they carried you quickly enough up to your room. Closing the door behind you, you slid your back down a wall as you couldn’t hold back your tears anymore. Sniffles turned into sobs that turned into dry heaves as your whole upper body convulsed,  and you wheezed as you tried to get air in. You tried to get it under control, to regulate your breathing and calm your heart rate, but your mind kept playing back memories that wouldn’t stop. Good memories, happy memories, and they almost hurt more than the other plethora of horrible ones.

You heard the beep of a key card being scanned, the door slowly opening, but you didn’t lift your head. Bill crouched in front of you, listening for your breathing, and pried one of your hands away from where they were wrapped around your knees. He placed it on his chest over his heart.

“You’re okay, tiger,” he repeated in Swedish and it was oddly calming, hearing him address you in his native language, “You’re okay.”

He exaggerated his breathing, puffing his chest out on the inhale and blowing the air forcefully out on the exhale, so that you could match it. It was a noisy, wheezing thing, but you managed to get one out.

“Good, kid” he encouraged, “Another one.”

But the second one was harder still, memories creeping back, and you started to struggle for air again. With your hand still cupped within his on his chest, he reached into his pocket and brought your inhaler to your lips. You reached shakily for it but he shook his head gently.

“I’ll do it,” he said, “Just breathe, tiger.”

Once the medicine puffed into your airway, you were able to gulp in the breaths that you needed. Only then did Bill actually sit, crossing his legs in front of him and reaching to draw you into his lap. He wrapped his arms around you, resting his cheek on your head.

“What did you say to him?” You mumbled, and he ran his fingers through your hair.

“Nothing you need to worry about.”

“Bill.”

“Tiger.”

“What did you say?” You tried to look up at him but he kept your face buried in his chest, kissing the top of your head and rocking you lightly.

“Just everything I’ve been wanting to say to him since the first time I met him.”

“Oh god,” you grumbled, “Bill, what if I run into him here again? The resort is not that big.”

“You won’t.”

“But how—

“We’re sorry, Bill Skarsgard isn’t taking anymore questions at the moment. Please check in with his agent to book him at a later time,” his tone was deadpan and rehearsed, having heard it thousands of times in the same manner from his publicist. It made you laugh, though, which made him smile and hug you tighter.

“How did you know what was happening?” You asked after a bout of silence, shifting to look at him. He rubbed his thumb across your tear-stained cheeks.

“I really was looking for you, I figured you’d be at the bar. But I saw him first, and followed his line of vision and there you were,” he explained, before bringing a finger to your lips.

“Now no more questions,” he chided, “But I’m sorry, kid. For what it’s worth.”

You smiled, a small one that still had far too much sadness in it, but it was enough for now and he drew you back into his chest.

“But we’re going to talk about that daddy thing.”

You huffed, groaning in annoyance.

“Can’t I ever just get away with one thing, Bill? Just one?”

“Sure,” he said and you could hear his smile, “But it just definitely won’t be that thing.”