#no i agree with orange shirt actually lmao

[sdj-official-fictive]

Ok ok so

GLaDOS:

Her main colours are white and black, of course. Her eyes, the lacing and accents on her clothes, and the lines on her knee high boots are orange

SHE WEARS A CORSET HER WAIST IS SNATCHED!!!! She wears a straight, long white dress with a slit up the side, a labcoat, and white knee high boots.

She usually wears a helmet that resembles her usual face, but under that she has long, straight white hair.

She also wears black gloves

Tallest person here

Also most expressive, body language is very important to her. She's also very flexible.

Femme lesbian. Obviously.

B.O.S.S.

My man is R O U N D. Sir is built is like a ball.

His main colour is orange-red, and yellow. He wears a pinstripe suit in those colours. His tophat is also those colours.

His face is usually shaded by his tophat and he does smoke. He has a mask that looks like his screen, but under that he has red-orange eyes, and no visible hair.

Big smile. Huge smile. He's pretty devious.

He's like. A few inches shorter than GLaDOS.

I need to emphasize how big this guy is. He is huge. He makes himself big too he takes up a lot of space on purpose.

Uses little body language, but is very verbally expressive.

Butch lesbian. Obviously.

Commander Tartar

Main colours are bluish green, silver and yellow. And black. Most varied colour out of everyone. He wears an Admiral outfit (think Napoleon) just without the tri-point hat

Wears silver rubber gloves, and big silver boots (think Papyrus)

He also usually wears a helmet that looks like his phone, and underneath he just looks like a normal ass guy with gold eyes and very fluffy silver hair. He also has sanitization goo stored in his helmet and if the helmet is damaged it will leak out.

Shortest guy here. Everyone bullies him for it. They also bully him because he likes humans.

He's actually pretty expressive with his body language, but can end up looking sort of awkward because he over acts.

Lil Hal

How everyone draws him. You know.

Hal 2000 (2001)

His main colours are black, silver and red. Red is just for that pop of colour. He wears a formal suit that has pipes like a space suit.

He always. Always wears his helmet, which makes his head look like how he looks in the movie.

Mid-height. He actually seems to blend into walls.

Not expressive at all. Not in his voice or his actions.

Autism.

AM (I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream)

He is here. Someone drew him as a bird man and that's. That's what's in my head. Lmao.

Edgar (Electric Dreams)

He is mostly green and yellow, but wears bright primary colours! He wears a hoodie with a yellow smiley shirt underneath, and brown cargo pants with silly socks. He also has a plug tail.

He has a TV head type head. It is covered in stickers, mostly heart or smiley face stickers. Underneath he has brown hair that covers his eyes.

He's a little shorter than Hal, but taller than Tartar.

Almost as expressive as GLaDOS! He's silly as hell!!!!

Okay i agree with all of this and it is very epic and poggers and amazing and i really like it!! Especially GLaDOS and B.O.S.S because those bitches silly. But absolutely with no ofense and all respect i have some notes on Lil Hal i would like to share if i am allowed to do so-Bibi

[pocketmania]

WHAT IS GOOD CHAT IT'S ME HEIDI

sooooo i really wanna share this kinda long oneshot I wrote that's about a year old and was posted on a separate website (that I am no longer active on lmao) it's a bit old so if it's bad you know why

It's about these kiddos and them going to lunch at school

If you're a saruky fan you'll also know what I'm talking about lol

Also pardon the use of the image these three don't have any gifs lmao. This is just another fic to hold you all over while my requests are still closed

Actually I might start using images sometimes because I actually like the way this looks ^^

Now onto the thingy

‎# School Buddies

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(👽☎️☁️✨️) - sakura mix fluff

(characters) - lilith blackwell, leo garcia, samantha westwood

(‼️warnings) - none ✨️

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Lilith stared at the clock, carefully counting the seconds until the bell released them from their learning prison so they could go to lunch. She was in her English class learning something about Greek mythology. It was probably another story about how the God's couldn't agree on anything for ten minutes. Ugh.

Lilith was a 14-year-old girl with a bandage on her cheek and spunky black hair. She wore a white dress shirt with a gradient blue skirt, blue knee-highs, a faded red tie, and black Mary-Jane's.

After about a minute of staring at the clock and blocking out her teacher's rambling, the bell rang. Everyone in the classroom (including Lilith) began packing up their things and grabbing their bags. The teacher waved goodbye to all her students before sitting down in her chair and sighing.

It was the same for Leo. He was in science class, studying the periodic table with his other classmates. The bell startled him as it rang, making him drop his paper he was working on. He scrambled to pick it up and turned it in on his teacher's desk. His teacher smiled at him and hoped he had a good day.

Leo was a 15-year-old boy with spiky brown hair. He also wore a white dress shirt that was tucked into black dress pants. He had a slightly tinted green bandage across the bridge of his nose and a green tie.

He grabbed his things, quickly shoved them into his bag, telling himself that he'd organize it later and made his way out the door and to the cafeteria.

Samantha (better known as Sam) was in math class learning about two-step inequalities. As good as she was with them, she never understood why they were called 'two-step inequalities'. There's obviously more than two steps, so why name it that? Whatever. She didn't care anymore because the bell had rung. And as soon as the bell rang, she didn't have to think about it anymore. At least not until tomorrow. Or when she had to do homework.

Sam was a dark-skinned 16-year-old girl with a dark brown afro that covered 1 eye. She had a white dress-shirt under a black hoodie, a red jacket over said hoodie (she was very layered), a black skirt, red knee-highs with an orange stripe, black mary-jane's, and some black earrings.

She packed up her things, took out her phone, and began to make her way to lunch area.

Lilith was the first one to make it to the lunch table all her friends usually sat at. She placed her lunch tray down and began to examine what she had just picked up. On her tray was some mac n' cheese, a bread roll, pudding, and apple juice.

To be honest, she really only cared for the mac n' cheese.

Just as she finished examining her food, Sam and Leo sat next to her, leaving her in between them. She waved 'hello' to them. Sam waved back, unwrapping her tamale. Lilith stared at her food in semi-disbelief. "They had tamales??" Lilith said, looking between Sam's food and the counter where other students were getting their food. Sam bit into her food and nodded. "Yeah, I got the last one. Why didn't you get one?"

Lilith took a bite of her mac n' cheese. "I thought those were the nasty pull-apart-bread things!" Sam scoffed dramatically to be funny. "I don't know about you, but I love the pull-aparts," she took another bite of her tamale. "You just don't have taste."

Leo laughed at their banter. He grabbed his bag and pulled out his lunch bag (he didn't usually eat school lunch). He opens it and pulls out a plastic bag full of green juice. He grabs a straw and puts it in the bag, closes it, and begins to drink out of it. He looks over and sees the girls staring at him.

"What?" he asked, continuing to drink out of his baggie. Lilith gave him a stank eye before laughing a little. "Why are you drinking out of a bag?"

"Why not?" He responds, continuing to slurp away at his drink. Sam rolled her eyes and put her fingers in the bridge of her nose before also laughing a bit. "I'm not even gonna argue with you this time. You do you, I guess."

Lilith laughed a lot louder that time. For the rest of lunch, the trio did nothing but chat. They chatted about their assignments, the teachers they did and didn't like, rumors about what happens when staff isn't around, and things going on outside of school.

Their conversation was all over the place, but they didn't care. They're having fun. In fact, it was the best part of their day.

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

look who i found at pride wtf ……. 🤨🤨🤨🤨

HEHEHE I’M SOOOO HAPPY U LIKED THE CONCEPT + THAT IT WAS SIMILAR TO WHAT U WERE IMAGINING the arimickey hivemind lives on…. TAKEDA PLS I WAS LITERALLY PICTURING HIM BUT W BLONDE HAIR PHDHDH he’s perfect for the role he’s the teacher of all time… :3 i forgot to mention it in my ask but OBV professor!reader is a little glasses wearer!!! i’m glad we all agree ANDD I’M SO GLAD TO KNOW WE’RE BOTH GLASSES ENJOYERS i think ppl who wear glasses should get paid every month just for existing and being as pretty as they are idk .. just a thought……

BUT WAHHH MICKEY WE HAVE SO MUCH TO DISCUSS I’M SHAKING IN MY SEAT 😵‍💫😵‍💫 first of all…. the idea of toji getting a crush first is SO cute that’s what we’re going with actually. all ur words are Canon to me. I THINK IT’S SUCHHH A CUTE IDEA mr buff guy ladies man toji realizes that he does in fact like Men………. i think he would very much be in denial but at some point he just accepts it. the idea of him asking another queer guy for advice is so sweet to me too (MORE ON THAT LATER i’m sure u can guess which queer guy i’m thinking abt though…. our one and only…..)

BUT WAHHH MICKEY :((((( literally all ur thoughts made me jump in my seat i’m so excited I LOVE UR READERS ALWAYS like this description……

but yeah he's always wearing the comfiest fits just like u said - sweaters, vests, a button-up shirt and a colorful tie sometimes (he was super nervous about wearing the tie at first bc he thought he'd look stupid but he got over it and now he has a rule of wearing a tie at least once a week)(canon). when it's cold he's wearing an oversized coat and an equally big scarf and toji thinks it's very cute i mean what who said that.

HE’S THE COZIEST GUY EVER I NEED TO KISS HIS FOREHEAD being nervous over the tie 😭😭😭😭…. HE’S SO REALLLL i just know he checks himself out before heading to work every morning…. makes sure his hair is all fluffed up….. gives the mirror a tiny smile to start the day off right………. i Need him as my professor actually. i just know he’s such a sweetheart n treats his students so kindly :(( the kinda prof nobody could ever hate bc he’s so passionate and so silly and cute…. AND THE OVERSIZED SCARF PLSSS toji just gets this warm feeling in his chest as he watches him come into view… giant ass scarf wrapped snugly around his neck….. WHAT COLOUR BTW i’m thinking either a dark green or a BRIGHT orange he’s that kinda guy… i love him actually i don’t think i’ll ever be normal abt ur readers mickey 😞😞😞

AND AND ANDDDD THE SLEEPY DESK SCENARIO that makes it sound like the desk is sleepy and not . the prof. BUT U KNOW WHAT I MEAN wahhhh toji getting all soft 🥺🥺🥺 and then running away LMAOO THAT’S SO CANON he feels an ounce of affection and just FREAKS out…… a big ol awkward teddy bear <333 i do think toji is a morosexual ok i’ll be the first to say it. prof!reader trips on his own shoelaces + faceplants into the grass + spills his coffee all over his nice shirt and toji is just like SIGHHH i like him so fucking much…. smiles all softly to himself like wowwww that guy is clumsy… clumsy little idiot…. who trips on their own fucking shoelaces…….. <- but he’s literally sighing dreamily and twirling his hair :// he has a thing for silly dumbasses ok i firmly believe mamagumi was like that too!!! is this the face of someone w braincells…. no absolutely not she was a golden retriever gf <33

also got this idea of the professor breaking smth in his class idk like he sits on the chair and one of the legs breaks or smth lmao and he goes on a lookout for smth to fix it with (??????) and he finds toji!!!! and he comes to his rescue, teasing the professor a little bc how the hell did he break the chair you know. and maybe he professor blushes a little..................... IT'S TOJI C'MON EVERYBODY WOULD BLUSH A LITTTLE and then maybe the professor brings him a pastry or something the next day as a thank you and now it's toji who's..... cheeks are looking a little pink?????? and he's grumbling that it's my job. no need to thank me. but the professor just dismissed that immediately and just presses the pastry into his hands and waves him goodbye with a smile.

AND THIS????????????????? sorry i had to just copy paste bc it’s so perfect I’M LOSING ITTTTTT MCIKEY :((( THEY’RE THE CUTESTTTT MY DADS I THINK? MY FATHERS??? MAY I BE ADOPTED?????? but no honestly this is THEEEE cutest thing ever i’m so…. T—T toji fixing the chair…. teasing reader……. reader giving him a little treat and toji getting all blushy… sighhhh they’re in Love … i need a whole shoujo manga abt them asap we need to Make it mickey. this’ll sell i just KNOW it…… this has the softest cutest most comforting romcom vibes i can alr feel it healing me.

OH AND AS FOR LIKE … who would make the first move …….. i think i agree that toji would. mostly bc poor prof is convinced that he’s straight 😭 so after toji has done a LOT of reflecting i think he kinda… broaches the subject.:::. really carefully……. but prof is so oblivious and doesn’t realize he’s getting hit on which . ironically would be good i think… idk i just feel like toji would eventually run out of patience and just cup his face all annoyed and blushy and confess…. very gruffly….. ”i like you, dumbass.” <- smth very straight to the point like that …. and reader fucking explodes . tragic 😔😔 but real.

but ok before we go further (and i Forget) OFCCCC U CAN USE THIS IN THE DRABBLE MICKEY U NEVER NEED TO ASK WE SHARE A BRAIN OK THIS CONCEPT IS URS…. U OWN IT I’M SO SERIOUS I WOULD BE HONOURED <33333 it’s our child i think.. we’re taking this marriage one step further…… NO BUT ACTUALLY GO WILD these two belong to u i’m SO excited to see how u write them!!!! i just know i’m gonna explode when that drabble drops….. ure gonna be the death of me….. T—T

WITH THAT BEING SAIDDDD i did….. think of smth after sending this ask……. would love to know ur thoughts i’m just spitballing i’m the loyal employee and ure the ceo ok !! BUT BUT :33 i was thinking of why toji would be at this uni specifically….. and then i was like. what if MEGUMI goes there….. maybe not at that exact institution or whatever but like. he goes to that uni and toji knows that he does…. and maybe he wanted to work there so he could check up on him every now and then?? :(( from afar!! i do picture this as a no curses au i think……. but still canon-aligned in that toji married mamagumi, had gumi, fell into a spiral of depression after she died and worked for very shady people for a while…. and gumi was eventually taken in by Someone (coughcoughcough) and hasn’t seen toji since he was a baby. maybe it’s a lil too angsty for this au but i think it could be a sweet sideplot to the romance….. toji kinda wants to reconnect w him but doesn’t know how to go abt it. maybe prof!reader would give him advice? :’3

OK BUT THAT ASIDE (and this part is Canon to me)…… obviously we HAVE to drag gojo into this somehow. i’m thinking he’s also a professor at the uni and like … the Favorite. the coolest silliest of them all. interacts w everyone and is 100% friends w prof!reader which is how he comes to know toji too!!! just imagine the two of them having a cute lil convo and BAM suddenly our resident freak is there…. slinging an arm over reader’s shoulder (toji visibly twitches) and greeting them both in a cheery voice……….. before rushing away to get some printouts he forgot to give his students <33

aside from being silly and cute and funny and perfect i’m thinking gojo has two roles in this au!! 1) making toji jealous…… 😳😳 and 2) being the resident queer man who helps toji work out his own feelings. i just think he would be the wingman of all time like maybe he notices the shy glances and blushes and he’s like :333 i’m gonna have to intervene. so he’s a lil more touchy w reader than usual….. and he KNOWSSS it drives toji a little crazy and makes him really confused and frustrated and he just delights in it. BUT ALSO i think that when toji eventually has his gay crisis he ends up talking to gojo somehow….. just two bi guys having a chat yk…….. gojo would obviously be wayyy more open w his sexuality (what do we think abt canon stsg for this au 😵‍💫😵‍💫 they’re both profs and toru is famously gross w pda) (it’s ruining suguru’s reputation) (he secretly really likes it)…. so toji just kinda.. nervously asks him abt it….. how he had his awakening and stuff……. (gojo tells him it was angemon and toji promptly leaves <33)

anyway sorry for dragging him into the narrative in my defense one of us would’ve done it eventually 😔😔 i fear there’s no hope for us.

THIS GOT LONG ? SUDDENLY?? MYSTERIOUSLY????? i’m in love w this au and them and u and ur beautiful brain and toji’s tits WHO SAID THAT … it’s really late i feel kinda delirious …… BUT I AM KISSING U SO SWEETLY i hope u have the silkiest softest dreams <33333 and that ur pillow is nice and cold and that ur bed is warm and that u wake up to sunlight streaming in through the windows <33333 MWAH one big kiss for mickey!!!

mickey i am kissing ur brain so gently i literally just woke up but i saw the bi!toji post ……… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 REAL & CANON BTW but for some reason the first thought that popped into my head was. uni au….. janitor!toji/professor!reader…………….. hear me out.

toji who just stopped working as an assassin and is trying to get his life together, who just happened to land a job as a janitor at a prestigious university that he takes fairly seriously…. (i just knowww he hates littering students with every fibre of his being. catches them in the act and reaches for his gun out of old habit LMAO) and there’s this nerdy little professor who always arrives at the uni first thing in the morning, without fail, and always gives toji a cheery little greeting when he does. wearing his cozy sweaters and vests and scarves and smiling all bright and sleepy. and for some reason he almost always takes his coffee breaks conveniently close to wherever toji is cleaning… so they can chat a bit….. even though toji usually just listens and grunts every now and then.

and at first toji feels kinda Threatened by this pretty boy bc ???? whyyyy is he interrupting my precious cleaning time. is he trying to supervise me? show off his fancy degrees??? …. reader has the fattest crush on him but toji genuinely doesn’t realize bc he’s wired to always mistrust others :// meanwhile reader is watching him clean internally going what the fuck what the fuckkk why is he wearing a compression shirt it’s literally fucking freezing??? is he teasing me???? does he know?????? they’re both losers actually. big romcom vibes

BUT YEAH i just picture professor!reader being a sleepy but cheery little guy….. who loves loves loves teaching and talking about his subject of choice and toji starts to really enjoy their talks bc reader’s eyes shine soooo brightly when he’s chattering away… all excited and gleaming….. and toji kinda hates teachers but he decides to make an exception this once. maybe starts to initiate conversations of his own every now and then… who knows…………….

OK THAT’S ALL PDHJDDHJF 😭😭 this came to me in a vision and ofc i had to share…. imagine me at a board meeting pointing at my little graphs and powerpoints while u sit in a big ceo chair overlooking the city… pondering janitor!toji and the future of this company…... mickey ur posts genuinely make me fully insane i hope u know that. bi!toji is real and loves you specifically btw <333333 I HOPE U HAVE A LOVELY DAY MWAH :3

ARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I NEED TO KISS U RN!!!

LIKE THIS ISN'T OKAY BY ANY MEANS HOW DID YOU COOK THIS UP AND WHY IS IT LITERALLY PERFECT AND ALSO HOW IS IT SO IN LINE WITH WHAT I HAD IN MY HEAD?????????????? HOW???????

OKAY FIRST OF ALL WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT PROFESSOR!READER KIND OF BEING LIKE TAKEDA FROM HAIKYUUUU??????????????? LIKE THAT'S IMMEDIATELY HOW HE POPPED INTO MY HEAD AND NOW I CAN'T STOP IMAGINING HIM LIKE THAT I ALS OCAN'T TAKE OFF THE CAPS LOCK BC I'M GENUINELY SO INVESTED IN THIS FUCKING AU IT'S INSANE

but yeah he's always wearing the comfiest fits just like u said - sweaters, vests, a button-up shirt and a colorful tie sometimes (he was super nervous about wearing the tie at first bc he thought he'd look stupid but he got over it and now he has a rule of wearing a tie at least once a week)(canon). when it's cold he's wearing an oversized coat and an equally big scarf and toji thinks it's very cute i mean what who said that.

another thing just popped into my head when u called him a sleepy guy..... what if it's already like afternoon and all of the students are gone and the professor was supposed to be grading their papers or smth but when toji happens to walk by his class he's just sleeping on the table............... PLSSSS I THINK IT'S SO CUTEE i can see it so clearly in my head the professor's glasses are really weirdly on his face and his mouth is open with a bit of drool spilling out lmao and at first toji just shakes his head like damn this guy is stupid but then he realizes that he's smiling? that his own lips just curved into a small smile all on their own and he's kinda freaked out about it and leaves really fast hasgahsaghshgagsha HE'S A LITTLE AWKWARD SOMETIMES OKAY even big scary teddy bears have their little love moments yk

my immediate thought was that toji would actually be the one to develop the crush first btw................ and he'd be a little like ???? maybe this is his first real male crush? and the reader is just kind of oblivious to it like he thinks that yk toji seems like the straighest guy on the first glance lmao and he thinks that he doesn't have a chance but hehehehehe he's very wrong IDK WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT i wanna know

DON'T GET ME WRONG THOUGH I DO REALLYREALLY LIKE the reader kind of thirsting over him hihihihihi he's so real for that AND I LOVE THE IDEA OF TOJI EVENTUALLY STARTING MORE CONVOS!!!!!! FUCK OFFF HE'S SOO SWEET AAAAAAAAA i love him so much have i said that already

who do you think would take the step to go further though? IN YOUR SCENARIO I MEAN it would obviously take time. a lot of it. bc toji is well... like he is and the professor is nervous and he's kind of afraid to overstep even though he likes him sooooo much... okay i kinda feel like toji would....... and it almost makes the poor professor have a heart attack bc WHAT? hihihihiihi stoppppppppppppp i can see them both in my head soooo clearly and i'm so fucking in love with them they're so cute aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

also got this idea of the professor breaking smth in his class idk like he sits on the chair and one of the legs breaks or smth lmao and he goes on a lookout for smth to fix it with (??????) and he finds toji!!!! and he comes to his rescue, teasing the professor a little bc how the hell did he break the chair you know. and maybe he professor blushes a little..................... IT'S TOJI C'MON EVERYBODY WOULD BLUSH A LITTTLE and then maybe the professor brings him a pastry or something the next day as a thank you and now it's toji who's..... cheeks are looking a little pink?????? and he's grumbling that it's my job. no need to thank me. but the professor just dismissed that immediately and just presses the pastry into his hands and waves him goodbye with a smile. AAAAAAAAAAAH I CAN'TTTT I'M SMILING SO BIG RN MY CHEEKS HURT WHAT IN THE FUCK THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

ARI. MY SWEETEST LITTLE ANGEL. CAN I USE THIS IN THE DRABBLE I STARTED? LIKE I'M GONNA LINK THIS IN THERE TOO. i just started the drabble based on one of the asks i got - toji just smiling while he's listening to his little bf ramble about his day but i'd love to sprinkle this in there. like maybe he taught a class on smth he really likes so he's just so excited about it. excited that the students were loving the topic or whatever. BUT I DO NEED YOUR PERMISSIONN!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME YOU ALWAYS DO I'M SOOOO GRATEFUL FOR YOUUUUUUUUUU<33333 i can't believe you just cooked it up are you actually gordon ramsay btw? i know you are don't lie to me ari. BI!TOJI LOVES US BOTH THAT'S WHY HIS TITS ARE SO BIG HE'S STORING HIS LOVE FOR US IN THERE!!!!!!!!!!! I HOPE YOU HAD A REALLY REALLLY GOOD DAY MY LOVE MWAH MWAH MWAH<333333333

[sappynapper]

Couples costumes you’d go as for Halloween x crew boys

Featured CCs: Dream, Sapnap, George, Karl, Quackity

cws: fem!reader, suggestive, alcohol mention in george’s

it was chilly today and now I am so fucking jazzed for halloween LETS GOOOO

Dream:

Percy and Annabeth - Percy Jackson

Nerd alert. He’s a percy kinnie and he wants to go as percy and annabeth and that’s that. you agree when he gives you those puppy eyes and calls you his “wise girl” (i’m going to scream). You spend the evening basically in character bc he keeps knocking things over with his sword and you keep wondering how you got here. you look cute in your matching orange shirts tho, makes it the most obvious-that-you’re-a-couple couple costume which dream is a fan of bc he’s clingy :3

Anakin and Padme - Star Wars

I repeat: NERD ALERT. He needs an excuse to buy a lightsaber and carry it around for the evening quoting that frickin “if you’re not with me, then you’re my enemy” thing. also he gets high key flustered seeing you dressed as his childhood crush, especially in that white outfit 😳 ((padme amidala supremacy🧎)) side note, this is actually not a couples costume because it also includes sapnap as obi-wan lmao. he is only slightly less nonplussed than you are

bonus: mans has the nerve to joke about going as shrek and fiona and then refuse to follow through smh

Sapnap:

I don’t know shit about anime so now neither does y/n even tho realistically sapnap would insist on anime costumes but anyway

Snorlax and Charmander - Pokemon

It was your idea, and admittedly sort of a cop out. you were busy ok??? but when you brought home the pokemon onesies, Sap was 100% on board. A fun halloween costume and he got to be cosy all evening?? how could he say no. Plus he thought you looked unfairly adorable with your lil flame tail and and literal sweater paws. can’t stop putting his arms round you all evening :))) 🔥

Fred and Daphne - Scooby Doo

mans agrees to go as fred and daphne so he can see you in a mini skirt send tweet

but fr it’d be cute as heck and i can see some of your friends going as the rest of the scooby gang (karl and tina as shaggy and velma? iconic??) dream might even let you put a scooby doo collar on patches for photos 🐾

George:

Flint Lockwood and Sam Sparks - Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs

Basically i think George isn’t super into costumes so the idea has to be reasonably low-key if you want to convince him. this one was perfect bc it really only involved wrestling the boy into a lab coat and attacking his hair with some extra strength hold gel (win win bc you get to have your hands in his hair and he gets to have your hands in his hair 😌) but the effect was still very much there. meanwhile you’re stuck hot glueing pipe cleaners and pom-poms to an umbrella to make a spaghetti and meatballs twister reference prop so your costume isn’t just a blue cardigan lol. george is very nice about the ugly ass homemade prop that you end up throwing in a skip after three drinks :3

Karl:

Ashitaka and San - Princess Mononoke

Karl would basically be down for any Ghibli duo but this is the one i can see him pulling off (as much as i would die to see him in a howl pendragon wig). You guys would put together the costumes yourself (couples crafts 😍) and they come out so cuuuute. I don’t normally include photos but these are the exact vibes i’m envisioning:

Cosmo and Wanda - Fairly OddParents

Iconic and easy to pull off with some simple colour coding. you get those spray cans of non-permanent hair dye from like claire’s and get it all over your dang hands help each other apply it. you also paint each other’s nails and you make little gold crowns and wands with stars on the end. actually adorable vibes by the time you’re done. highly instagrammable and you keep a polaroid of the two of you in costume in your phone case 🥺

also i think he’d wanna go as sword art online characters maybe? but i haven’t played it so

Quackity:

Lightning McQueen and Sally Carrera - Cars

ffsjfkdlfhb somehow he convinced you. i don’t know how. but now your face is smeared with blue face paint and Q has lightning bolts on his cheeks and the whole thing is so unbelievably cursed. it’s smudged before you even leave the house from the tears of laughter streaming down your faces, and you’re both just collapsed on the bathroom floor struggling to catch your breath and starting back up laughing every time you look at the other’s face

Gomez and Morticia Addams - The Addams Family

Last year he made you go as a blue cartoon car so now you can force him to don an outrageous fake moustache and pinstripe suit for the evening :) low-key he actually looked handsome asl though (you were mad your revenge plot kinda backfired tbh). if it helps you’ve got the sauce as morticia and mans is overwhelmed to say the least 😌

[tonberry-yoda]

Hihi, I hope I can write this in time. I'd love to get a romantic JoJo match up <3 Just know that I'm only familiar with parts 1-6 😅

I'm a gay, fat, transman and my pronouns are he/it! I'm a very anxious person, so I'm pretty shy until I get to know someone! When I open up I am a lot more energetic: I love to rant, I like to make a lot of jokes, I just like talking to the people I know. I'm autistic, so I tend to over explain things, I get straight to the point, and I struggle a lot with tone 😓 Appearance wise, I have a buzz cut and I love dying it. I've done every color you can think of, but I've been loving oranges lately. I'd describe my style as vaguely alternative? I don't really have a set aesthetic: I love funky patterns and pops of color, but my wardrobe is mostly black and horror t shirts 😅 and tbh it's the same way I'd describe my music taste, it's mostly new wave and rock, but I wouldn't really align myself with any subculture. My hobbies include writing, drawings, and crochet (seriously I hoard sm yarn it's a problem)! My love language is 100% gift giving and I wouldn't want someone who'd be really touchy, it gets me overwhelmed easily and I'm not comfortable with folks touching me.

omg hi!!!! im so glad you got this here in time!! <3 i actually for the first time struggled a bit im not going to lie to you lmao. but i think i have the perfect man for you!!! i really hope you agree!!

the character I chose for you is...

WEATHER REPORT!!!

HEAR ME OUT FR

this man always deals with chaotic people, so he has absolutely no problem with you

if anything, he adores listening to you talk

he also struggles with tone lmfaooo, so he never gets hurt with tone

he will not touch you unless you ask him to. he respects your boundaries a lot because he wants his to be respected as well, so if you do that for him, he will 100% do that for you!

HE LOVES THAT YOU DYE YOUR BUZZED HAIR

he will definitely ask to help

he just think it looks so good on you

it took a couple pushes for you to get to know each other because you're both so shy, but it ended up working out really well!

he thinks you're so handsome/gorgeous frfr

like will stare at you and then apologize

will ask you to crochet him little hats

loves that you give him gifts, especially if they are homemade because he would never pass down a crocheted gift :)

loves the alt vibe you have going on. again, he will stare at you and look away with a flushed face apologizing under his breath

he is such a sweetheart and will always treat you well <333

~~~~~

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@tonberry-yoda

[talesof-old]

Welcome to Camp Killbuck Creek

chapter one

Welcome to Camp Killbuck Creek

introducing Hawkins’ very own summer camp, Camp Killbuck Creek.

bordered by Prosperity and Lover’s Lakes and settled along Killbuck Creek, our camp features activities such as kayaking, archery, arts & crafts, and more.

the year is 1983, and after the disappearance of one of the camp’s attendees, nothing with ever be the same.

word count: 7.7k

warning(s): unedited, normal stranger things warnings i supposed, things like gore, blood, violence, death, s1 steve being a douche, disappearance of children, allusions to homophobia

pairing(s): eventual steve x reader

masterlist

a/n: we’re doing great 😀 i’m trying my best and that’s all that matters lmao

little side note - the reader is going to be written as bisexual, also these first few chapters might be a little slow and they definitely jump around because i’m trying to make sure i have all the important bits covered

July 7th, 1983

You hummed along to the radio, “Don’t You Want Me” sounding through the nearly empty meeting hall. Nancy was tacking up the Camp Killbuck Creek banner. The ladder beneath her rocked precariously, a sure sign of things ending badly if the girl didn’t pay attention. You set the box in your hands down on the nearest table. Just as you were about to call out to her, a certain tall brown haired boy ducked into the large room, steadying the ladder beneath her. Nancy yelped at the sudden stability before she giggled. You rolled your eyes and turned, catching a glimpse of Barb struggling with two boxes just outside. You huffed at Steve, who agreed to help her, and rushed out into the heat before Barb hurt herself. 

“I wish he would do what he was supposed to.” Barb’s words were soft and mumbled as she spoke, but the venom that seeped into them was enough for you to flinch. Her crush on Nancy had, as far as you were aware, gone completely unnoticed by the object of affection. You chewed on your inner cheek and offered an uneasy smile. 

“Look: Steve’s a player, it’s bound to end badly.” The words weren’t exactly encouragement, but it was the only peace you could offer her. Nancy was head over heels infatuated with Steve, blushing and starry eyed whenever he was around, despite her vehement denials. 

Barb only sighed and you were quick to reach out and grab the top box, groaning as you felt the weight. Barb sent you a small smile and the two of you shuffled into the meeting hall. Nancy was now safely on solid ground, arms crossed and hugging herself as she laughed at something Steve said. You set the box down next to the others. Barb followed suit, eyes focused on Nancy as you glanced around. The meeting hall, which would be the designated area for breakfast and lunches, as well as arts and crafts, still had a lot of cleaning up and organizing that had to be done. Tommy and Steve had already taken brooms through the entire place, sweeping away spider webs and dust while the three of you unpacked the two vans filled with groceries and supplies. Eddie and Jonathan had taken it upon themselves to start cleaning the cabins, Eddie muttering something about getting away from the popular assholes. You’d simply nodded along to his statement and wandered after Barb. 

“I wonder how long it will take for her to admit they’re actually dating,” Barb whispered in your ear. You shrugged, eyes focused on Steve as he leaned against the old wooden panels of the wall. He was obnoxiously rude, even at school, though you had to admit the rumors made you curious. Barb nudged you and jutted her chin at the boxes of t-shirts you would be handing out to the kids this year. 

Apparently, last year the camp shirts had been atrocious, a neon orange with blocky lettering that everyone complained about. Mr. Coleman had eventually agreed to allow you to design the shirts. You’d enlisted Robin Buckley’s help and the two of you had created a light blue shirt with darker lettering that you would actually wear outside of volunteering. Robin had begged you to sneak her in, but unfortunately, she was too old to be an attendee and too young to be a youth camp counselor. You simply patted her shoulder and gave her a “There’s always next year,” in response. 

The two of you made your way through the mess and opened the boxes, separating them each by size. You set aside several, one in your own size and then another two, each in Barb’s and Nancy’s size. The three of you had decided in the days leading up to your summer volunteering that you would get one of the camper’s shirts in addition to your own camp counselor t-shirts. You’d be expected to wear these shirts most of the time you were here anyway. 

Barb sat down on one of the benches, organizing the piles and keeping them neatly folded while you handed them to her. It was mind numbing, these moments. You’d loved the idea of it, you supposed. Back home, you’d gone to summer camps just like this and enjoyed them immensely. Now you were second guessing yourself. The midwestern heat was different than you were used to, though you can’t say you hate it. If you got to be by the water most of the day you’d probably be fine. 

Nancy raced over, clutching the unfolded shirts in her hands as she read their tags. You certainly didn’t miss the bright red blush on her cheeks as you watched her. Barb rolled her eyes and smirked. You raised a brow but continued with the task at hand. Barb’s ability to keep her crush on Nancy from Nancy was mind-boggling, frustrating at best and heartbreaking at worst. You bent over, grabbing a handful of shirts and setting them in their respective piles. 

“So, how’s your boyfriend-” Barb was cut off by Nancy’s insistent and flustered voice. 

“He’s not my boyfriend.” 

July 16th, 1983 

A man ran down the sleek halls. His panting had nothing to do with the quickness in which he was moving down the hall. His heart was thumping hard against his ribcage because of the monster stalking the halls. 

Last he could remember, it was killing his coworkers on the floor below. He slammed his fingers against the elevator button. Screams echoed through the lab and he inhaled sharply, hitting the elevator button again in a panic. 

The doors opened, showcasing an empty ticket to safety. The screams became louder, closer than they were before and his hands trembled as he frantically pushed against the close door button. The elevator doors slowly inched closer. 

He slumped against the wall, heart still racing, when a sharp clicking noise sent the organ skipping a beat. His stomach sank and he tilted his head upward. The monster reached for him, cutting off his scream as it wrapped its teeth around his face and throat. 

The elevator door shut.

July 17th, 1983

“Do you hear that?” Mike’s voice is deadly serious as he peeked over the folder hiding his campaign notes. “Listen…” 

Dustin, Will, and Lucas glanced between each other and Mike, eyes wide in anticipation as the day’s campaign is coming to an end. Empty coke cans are scattered around them on the floor of their cabin room, a nearly empty pizza box courtesy of Y/n is off to the side, forgotten in the excitement. 

“Something is coming.“

Dustin’s mouth opened in disbelief, heart racing as he tried to come up with an explanation as to what he and his companions were going to have to face. Lucas was already shaking his head. 

“... Something hungry for blood... “ 

“A shadow grows on the wall behind you, swallowing you in darkness; it is almost here-” 

All three of them leaned forward, eyes flitting to their figurines. Will was nervous, head tilted as he all but whispered, “What is it?” 

Dustin was quick to offer an option, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“What if it's the Demogorgon? We're in deep shit if it's the Demogorgon-” 

Bewilderment was heavy in the air, a thick taste on one’s tongue as time seemed to still. The possibility that their characters won’t make it out of this was at the forefront of their minds. The idea that things might not end well. 

“It's not the Demogorgon!” Lucas rolled his eyes, gesturing to Mike’s folder as if that explains anything at all. The monster, a Prince of Demons, was more than he could ever expect from this campaign. 

Mike watched with a strange look of knowing on his face. A smile threatened to emerge on his lips, but he forced it away, keeping his gaze on his riled up friends. Their expectant faces turned to him. “An army of Troglodytes charge into the chamber!”

He slammed the figurines onto the floor, exclamations of surprise and relief filling the room. Mike continued on his tirade, furthering along the game as the boys bicker about the adversary. Lucas leaned back, smug. Mike’s eyes grew wide and he looked over his shoulder. His voice trembled as he built suspense. He slammed a two-headed figurine on the table, voice booming as he said, “The Demogorgon.” 

For a brief second, stunned silence filled the too warm air. 

Then, 

“We’re in deep shit.” Dustin murmured. 

Soon, the room was filled with the sound of Lucas urging Will to fireball the creatures to save everyone. Dustin was just as loud, arguing that Will needed to instead cast a protection spell. Tired of their indecision, Mike forced their move. Will scrambled to roll, hands shaky as he threw the dice. It bounced off the ground hard and fast, scattering before the boys knew what happened. 

Dustin spotted it by the door, “Is it a thirteen?” They just barely reached it to examine it before the door opened, Y/n standing with their hands on their hips. Mike groaned. 

“Y/n, we’re in the middle of a campaign-” 

You raised a brow. You’d given them more leeway than most. They were up thirty minutes past lights out, and given how loud they were, you weren’t sure you’d let them get away with it again. A glance at your watch told you it was five til ten. 

“You mean the end.” 

Mike rolled his eyes and groaned, following you as you turned on your heels and started walking down the hallway. Everyone else’s doors were closed and their lights off, though you’d be a fool if you believed half of them were asleep. You remembered how it was. Using your flashlights or lanterns for light and giggling well into the night, only to regret it when it was time to greet the day. 

“Just twenty more minutes-” Despite the way your heart tugged at you, you shook your head. You had a responsibility, unfortunately for them. Your shirt clung to your back, sweaty from the heat as you sighed at Mike’s pleading eyes. He was cute, and reminded you too much of your younger brother. 

“You guys have an early morning, I’m sorry. Everyone else needs sleep, so you’ll just have to finish it next Sunday or something-” He was quick when he cut you off. Any other time, you might’ve let it slide, but you were tired, sweaty, and ready to call it a day. The shitty old shower in your cabin was calling your name, and your body ached just thinking about your bed. 

“That’ll ruin the flow!” 

He ran in front of you, arms flailing as he tried to convince you to let them continue. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose in a plea to whatever divine being was listening at the moment. These kids were going to be the death of you. You heard the mumbles of the other three boys behind you. You glanced behind you but Mike spoke before you could focus on what the other kids were doing. 

“I'm serious, Y/n! It took two weeks to plan. How was I supposed to know it'd take ten hours?” 

You blinked in surprise. What the fuck are these kids on? 

A part of you felt as though you shouldn’t be surprised. Eddie had played numerous campaigns, some of which you’d watched, and they could drag on for hours. You didn’t doubt that these boys had been holed up all day. 

“You've been playing for ten hours?” The tone was far more exasperated than you’d originally planned for it to be, but it was late, so you were beyond trying to reason with him. Mike opened his mouth as if to reply. Then, as if thinking better of it, he darted back into the room the four were residing in. 

You huffed, turning back to see Will with his flashlight walking towards you and the entrance. Strangely enough, you’d heard him mutter something that sounded a lot like “It got me,” as he passed Mike in the hallway. You raised a brow at the young boy. He shrugged, a sheepish smile on his face. “Bathroom.” You nodded, the assumption that one of the boys would be joining his walk to the bathhouse since you’d spent the entire first week not shutting up about the buddy system. 

You left the cabin, eyes drooping. Above you, the light illuminating the door and ground flickered before resuming a steady light. You shook your head, making a mental note to check for a potential replacement, and started back towards your own cabin. If you’d been more awake, you might have noticed just how silent the woods around you had become. How it felt as though something was watching, waiting.

+++

Will made sure to be quick in his efforts to get to the nearest bathhouse. His mother, Joyce, had made him promise to check in with Jonathan each night, and the bathrooms were just a minute walk from his older brother’s cabin. He kept his bike, which Joyce had brought over that morning, steady over the uneven trail, shining his flashlight in front of him to hopefully avoid any less than friendly animals. 

He passed a large sign, one that at this point, he’d gotten far too used to. It wasn’t his first time at this camp. The large, bold letters read: 

HAWKINS NATIONAL LABORATORY. 

RESTRICTED AREA. NO TRESPASSING. 

His bike’s light flickered in the night, and he glanced down. Around him, everything seemed to quiet. The light returned to normal. Will glanced up, a loud gasp tearing from his throat as he took in the tall, misshapen figure standing just yards in front of him. He yanks the handlebars of his bike backwards, a desperate attempt to avoid crashing. His bike veered off the trail. He crashes into the ground, rolling away from his bike and coming to a painful stop. Behind him, a sharp clicking and rumbling noise can be heard. It grows louder, and the thought that it might be coming for him briefly passed the boy’s mind before he’s running. 

By now, he’s long since forgotten the need to pee. No, instead, he’s racing to get to his brother’s cabin. Perhaps, Jonathan will know what to do. Even if he doesn’t, the camp counselors' cabins all have guns, since gun shooting used to be an activity at Camp Killbuck Creek. 

He bursted into a clearing, taking in the shadowed cabin. His heart thumped against his chest. He ran forward, throwing open the door before slamming it shut and locking it behind him. “Jonathan?” His voice sounded weak as he called out. Panic was clawing at his throat as he realized there was no one here. 

He shook his head, peeking out of the front window. For a moment, it seemed as though he’d lost whatever was following him. He blinked, the figure seeming to appear from nowhere just at the treeline. Will paled, eyes wide as he took in the outline of the creature. It didn’t seem human, he realized; its arms were too long, its head was too big. He blinked again and suddenly it was gone. He stumbled backwards. 

He raced down the hall. This cabin had a phone. He’d seen Jonathan use it several times to talk to his mom. He spotted the bright yellow phone hanging and nearly slammed into the wall to get to it, hands shaking as he dialed 911. There is no ringing. Dread filled his stomach as he heard what sounded like the creature through the phone, as though it was trying to tell him something. As though it was trying to talk to him. He glanced at the door down the hall. He made out the silhouette of the monster just outside the door. The lock began to slide out of place. 

Will made a run for it, out the back door and into the shed that holds the rifles. The shed door slammed behind him with a loud wham!, though by now his attention is solely on how he can protect himself. The shed light flickers above him. He grabbed the nearest gun, attempting to load it as fast as possible. His hands shook as he did his best, trying to ignore the fear that resided in his stomach. He finished loading the rifle, snapping the chamber closed and aiming it towards the door. 

Behind him, a shadowy figure rose. Will stilled as he realized he could no longer hear anything from beyond the door. His muscles tensed as he felt a soft breeze long the back of his neck. He turned slowly, rifle lowering as he took in the face of the monster. Tears burned his eyes but all he could do was stare in shock. 

“P-please…” His voice trembled as he pleaded. 

The lightbulb above him grew brighter, steadily becoming too much to bear, but right before it burst, it dimmed.

The shed was now empty. 

July 18th, 1983

You were stocking up your first aid kid when Jonathan rushed into the meeting hall, frantic and followed by his equally distressed mother. You blinked in surprise. Joyce normally volunteered here on her days off to spend time with her sons, or so you’d heard for Mr. Coleman. You set down your backpack as Jonathan beelined for you. 

“Barb said you checked on Will last night?” It was less a statement, more a question. You frowned as you thought back to last night. It was no secret that the two brothers were close. You’d overheard Steve complaining about Will coming to check in with Jonathan some nights if Jonathan didn’t check in on him in his own cabin. 

“Yeah, he was up late playing a game with his friends.” Jonathan ran a hand over his face, turning to his mom. Joyce was shaking as she looked at you. You blinked again, heart dropping as you took in their faces. 

“Why? What happened?” 

“We can’t find Will-” Jonathan’s voice cracked as he spoke. Your brow furrowed at the information. You’d left right before he went to the bathhouse, it was possible something had happened on the way there. But why wouldn’t whoever his buddy was say something?

“Was there anything weird that you noticed last night?” 

You turned to Joyce, mind racing. Did he even have a buddy last night? Now that you thought about it, the woods had been oddly quiet. You gnawed on your inner cheek. If something had happened… 

“All I know was that I heard him say he was going to the bathhouse,” You were careful with your words. Joyce seemed frazzled enough as it was. It would do no good to make things worse. She leaned forward, urging you to say more. 

“I had to go to bed, I just assumed he’d taken one of his friends as his buddy.” Joyce frowned but nodded, eyes turned to the floor. Jonathan shook his head. You thought back to last night again. There hadn’t been anything out of the ordinary. You’d tripped on your way there because you’d scared yourself, scraping your knee bad enough for it to bleed. You’d heard a strange noise off to your right while you were doing your rounds. Tommy was supposed to go with you, but he’d refused in favor of spending time with his girlfriend. 

The pair left and you turned back to your backpack. Something wasn’t right, you could feel it. The noise you’d heard that night hadn’t been like anything you’d heard before. It was a strange rumbling noise that you’d been unable to pinpoint. 

It didn’t take long for Joyce to go to the police station. The off-ness of the situation wasn’t lost on you. Will wasn’t the kind of kid to just up and run away. You continued with your day, teaching kids first aid for burns for an hour after breakfast before eventually making your way to the kayaking station. Eddie was lounging inside the small marked building, annoyed with the sun if his face told you anything. You laughed at his expression, ducking into the small space and motioning out the open front. 

“A kid might’ve gone missing. Do you think they’ll send everybody home?” Eddie was fiddling with a pair of sticks in his hand, mock drumming to some imaginary song. His lack of care was enough to tell you he didn’t think so. Not surprising, given his current hatred of cops and of anyone with money.

“Parents pay to send their kids here. As long as there’s money involved, I doubt they’ll do anything.” You nodded, taking a seat next to him. Yours had been an unlikely friendship. It was still something discouraged, Barb and Nancy begging you to stay away from “The Freak” as everyone had labeled him. You simply ignored them, curious as to why he was so hated by the general population. The reason still eluded you. 

You rested your head on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. The heat, which normally energized you, seemed to have drained you of everything today. Eddie settled, lifting his legs to rest on the counter space. An hour from now, Nancy and Barb expected you to meet up with them at your shared cabin. The other camp counselors were all supposed to be doing things, but you’d convinced Eddie to cover for you. 

The hour passed without incident. Eddie shook you awake when your watch alarm went off, chuckling as you nearly fell off your seat. You sent him a half-hearted glare and turned off the alarm. The heat and humidity seemed especially oppressive today, sticky as if it desired to cling to your skin. You groaned and ran a hand over your face. “You don’t have to go.” His smile was cheeky as he wiggled his brows and you gently shoved him away, laughing at his suggestion. 

“See you at dinner, my dear.” He bowed his head in mock respect and you rolled your eyes, grabbing your backpack and water bottle. Most of the kids had given up on actually trying to kayak and were now swimming in the lake. You smiled at their playful antics. 

A part of you wished you’d brought your bike, all things considered. Instead, it was chained up by your cabin. You huffed as you kept walking, thankful you remembered to spray your entire body in bug spray before going to the lake. Kids ran past you, giggling mischievously as they made their way to wherever they had planned. You shook your head and glanced upwards. You still had a little ways before you got to your own cabin. 

You closed the door with a groan, leaning against the wood. Your face was hot and sweaty, your bra rubbing against your skin uncomfortably. You made your way back to your room, brow raised when you spotted Nancy and Barb sitting on the unused bed. 

“Hi?” Nancy gave you an awkward little wave, ignoring Barb’s teasing nudge. You smiled, dropping your stuff at the foot of your bed and falling on top of the sheets with another groan. You hated the heat. Or at least, you hated this heat. You much preferred being able to sit in air conditioning when it was this hot. Barb’s voice was singsongy as she questioned Nancy on whether or not Steve had called after she’d gone to bed. 

You turned your face toward the two of them. Nancy was red in the face, a sharp “it’s not like that,” coming from her lips as she sent Barb a stern look. You giggled. Her glare turned to you and you raised a brow, daring her to say anything. Steve had been all over her for ages. She’d been all over him for ages. It was bound to happen eventually. 

“Okay, I mean, yes, fine, he likes me, you know, but not like that.” She shook her head, a soft smile overtaking her features. You smiled at the sight. Despite understanding Barb’s feelings, you liked to see Nancy happy. Her voice was quiet and nearly shy as she spoke again. “We just made out a couple times.” 

You laughed louder this time, especially as Barb teased her. Nancy’s cheeks burned cherry red and you relaxed into the covers of your bed. It was hard not to be at ease with the two of them. All three of you were studious, serious in your studying and content to avoid parties. Perfect Nancy, who was sweet with everyone but her family, who was caring and kind and desperate to fit in. Sweet Barb, who was loyal to a fault and spent too much time worrying about her friends. Your heart ached for the two of them. In the past, you might have considered yourself more similar to them than you would have liked. Ever the people pleaser, content on destroying yourself if it made others happy. By the time you’d left your old town however, you’d pushed away that part of yourself. It was one of the reasons you got along so well with the girls. You could understand them, but were still willing to stick up for yourself when the time came. 

“You better still hang out with me, that's all I'm saying. If you become friends with Carol and Tommy H-” Barb’s teasing voice brought you from your thoughts. Nancy cut her off with a scoff, a look of pure disbelief on her face.

“Gross. And I'm telling you, this was just a one-time, two-time thing, alright?” 

The three of you made your way to Nancy and Barb’s shared room. As she opened the door, she spotted a folded up note on the floor. You sent her a knowing look as she reached down and opened it up. Barb smirked as she peeked over Nancy’s shoulder. 

Meet me. Behind bathhouse. Steve  

Barb leaned against the wall as Nancy blushed. “You were saying?”

+++

It’s not until later that afternoon that the police show up and start asking questions. First, they spoke to Mike, Lucas, and Dustin. You didn’t even know they were there until you entered the meeting hall. You were supposed to be preparing the supplies for friendship bracelet making, but instead, they pulled you to the side and started asking you questions. 

You told them as much as you knew. From the look of it, Police Chief Hopper was beyond frustrated. You didn't know Joyce well, but if she was anything like your mother, she would stop at nothing until she found out what happened. Or found you. Or both. 

By the kids’ free time, which hit at exactly 4pm, Jonathan and Joyce were searching for Will in the surrounding woods. A knot had formed in your stomach since talking to the pair this morning, but it seemed to have worsened as time went on. According to Eddie, the police were also searching the area for any sign that Will had run away. 

You frowned. The heat was hard to beat, and you were sure it wasn’t helping any matters. Jonathan had all but dragged his mother into the meeting hall, demanding that she take a break and drink something before she hurt herself. You made sure to get out of their way. If one of your siblings went missing… 

You shook your head. There was no point in thinking about that. 

Joyce was at the phone in the kitchen when the police cars pulled up. You tensed, glancing at Jonathan who was already calling to his mom. A group of kids was headed towards the doors of the meeting hall and you met them outside, informing them that something had come up and that Nancy was leading arts and crafts at the pavilion tables. They grumbled something about the sun and left you to return inside. 

A part of you felt responsible for this. If you’d been paying more attention, maybe you would have noticed that Will was leaving the cabin alone. You would’ve walked with him. Made sure he was alright. You bit the inside of your cheek. 

Hopper had pulled Will’s bike from the back of his truck when you peeked out the window and  your heart stuttered. Jonathan and Joyce were clearly panicked by the sight. You shook your head, stepping outside as Hopper motions for them to follow him down a trail. You sighed, returning to the inside of the meeting hall and grabbing the box of beads Nancy asked you to grab. 

+++

Jonathan’s voice was harsh as he kept his gaze on the police chief. “If you found his bike out there, why're you here?” 

The camp counselors’ cabin was empty at this time, all of the teenagers elsewhere since they were supposed to be supervising the kids. Hopper examined the walls, looked around the rooms. 

 “He come here often?” 

Jonathan shrugged. “I mean, sometimes. He checks in every night since sometimes he gets homesick.” 

“So maybe he came here.” 

Joyce clenched her jaw in frustration. The two of them had already gone over the entire cabin to see if there was anything Will might’ve left behind. Jonathan shook his head. He was supposed to be there that night, supposed to make sure his baby brother was okay before going to bed. Instead, he’d let himself get roped into helping clean when it was supposed to be Tommy’s night. 

A strange noise came from outside and Hopper quickly opened the back door. A stray cat was hissing at the shed, back arched and tail straight as it stared at the unsuspecting building. Hopper’s shoulders tensed and he crept forward, praying to a god he didn’t even believe in that he wouldn’t find a body. The door swung open with ease and he shined his flashlight into the old building. He turned off the flashlight and pocketed it.  

He entered the shed, flipped on the light switch. The light above him shone brightly as he checked over the contents of the building. Dust covered the table, a half empty box of ammunition enough for him to look closer. On the wall, a rifle is missing. The lightbulb began to flicker. He tilted his head upward, a frown on his face as it continued to dim and brighten. It cut out suddenly, leaving him in darkness. Behind him, there’s a strange growling noise that sends him turning, brows furrowed. The hell is that coming from?

He grabbed his flashlight, shining it into the room to find the source. Hopper spotted nothing. Despite that, the sound grew louder. Loud enough that he was reaching for his gun- 

Officer Callahan entered the shed. His face is twisted in what seemed like annoyance. 

“You deaf? I’ve been callin’ you.” 

Hopper shook his head, the light above him flickering back to life. He glanced up at it before brushing past Callahan. He’s quick in his pace. Something isn’t right, he can feel it. 

“You sure you're alright, Chief?”

Callahan’s voice is concerned as he struggled to keep up with Hopper. Even he could tell something was wrong, though his money was definitely on the brother. Hopper barely paused before he said, “I want you to call Florence, have her get a search party together, as many volunteers as she can muster, flashlights too.” 

Callahan bit back a groan. If this turned into something big, the paperwork was going to be atrocious. Just thinking about it gave him half a mind to quit. “Think we got a problem here?” 

Hopper doesn’t answer.

+++

Outside, cicadas sounded. Mike was sitting in the meeting hall with Nancy, his parents and younger sister seated next to them. 

“We should be out there right now. We should be helping look for him.” 

Karen Wheeler frowned. She could only imagine how he felt right now. A pang of sympathy shot through her as she looked at her son. He was angry, she could tell, his eyes glinting hard in the dim lighting. Ted and her had come down to check on the kids, and she still had half a mind to take them home. 

“We've been over this. The chief said-” 

“I don't care what the chief said.” His voice was rough as he interrupted her. She stared at him. “Michael-” 

“He's not even real police, Mom. We have to do something -- Will could be in danger!” 

Karen set down the fast food she’d been eating. Mike had barely touched the fries he normally inhaled. She sighed. “More reason to stay put.” 

Mike groaned a simple “Mom,” before Karen interrupted him.  “End of discussion.” Her words were harsher than she intended, but it got her point across nonetheless. She wouldn’t have her kids just disappearing on her. Even if they hated her for it. 

Mike looked away, frustrated and annoyed at his parents' seeming lack of care. Karen, Ted, and Holly resumed eating. It was dead silent. Mike stared to the side, debating whether or not it would even be a good idea to keep pushing the matter. 

Nancy’s voice was nearly too casual when she spoke. “So... me, Barb, and Y/n... we're gonna hang out with some of the other counselors tonight. That's cool, right?” Karen looked up from her meal. Her features were hard as she stared at her. Her daughter, her intelligent, too smart daughter, was serious in her question. 

“No. Not cool.” She set down her food again. Her children, for some reason, didn’t seem to understand the gravity of the situation. A child had gone missing, and until they found him, she would be keeping an eye on them. 

Nancy fought back, demanding to know why she was being punished when Will was the one who had gotten lost. It was unfair, in her mind, a stupid rule considering he was probably fine. Mike slammed his hands on the table, furious at his sister’s casual cruelty. Karen’s jaw dropped, unsure of how to deal with this sudden display of rudeness from both of her children. Holly whined at the increasing volume around her. Nancy stormed away, back to the room the camp director had moved her into at Karen’s insistence. 

Holly began to cry, reaching for her mom almost immediately. Karen takes a brief moment to stare after her oldest daughter before reaching to gather Holly into her arms. Holly curled into her mom’s chest. Ted continued to eat, apathetic to the argument that just occurred around him. Karen sighed, soothing Holly. Mike threw his hands up. “I'm the only one acting normal here, I'm the only who cares about Will!” 

Ted nearly rolled his eyes at what he viewed as a dramatic statement. There was no point in reassuring his son, in his mind. He was already upset. Anything he said would make it worse. 

“That's not fair, Michael. We care.” 

Mike stared at his father before storming away in a similar fashion to Nancy. A plan to sneak out was already forming in his mind. His backpack was already supplied with the things he would need; flashlights, a poncho, his walkie-talkie. He reached for the bag, already prepared to convince his friends to aid him. 

Minutes later, Mike was sneaking out of the cabin, bike nearly silent as he traveled over uneven ground. He paused at a movement from the corner of his eye. Steve Harrington, attempting to climb through his sister’s window. Mike blinked. Steve froze, making eye contact with Nancy’s younger brother. Both boys paused, an uncomfortable beat passing before Steve sent him an awkward wave. Mike rolled his eyes. Unbelievable. He turned his head, pedaling away and into the night. 

+++

All three boys met up at the front of the cabin they’d been staying in just the night before. They were silent as they rode forward. Thunder sounded in the distance. Eventually, Mike came to a stop. The other two boys huffed, slowing down to a stop beside him. 

“Why are we stopping?” Lucas raised a brow at the boy beside him. Mike didn’t say anything, just kept his gaze on the woods beside him. Dustin and Lucas followed his gaze, hearts racing when they spotted the yellow police tape. A strange feeling overcame each boy. Much like the feeling that occurred just the night before, just much, much more real. 

A loud crack of thunder sent them jumping. Lightning flashed and Dustin glanced up, only for a raindrop to hit his cheek. It was cold enough to make him flinch. 

“Oh man. You guys feel that?” 

He held his hand out. Several drops of rain hit his palm. The sound of the sky opening up close by was enough for him to pause. 

“Maybe we should go back.” 

The realness of the situation was slowly sinking in for Dustin. Will had gone missing, and maybe it was a good idea to let the police handle it. Who knows, maybe the thing that took him was still out there. Neither of the other boys are listening to him. In fact, it almost seemed as though they were convincing themselves that this was the only option. 

“No splitting up or anything stupid like that, but stay on channel six. Just in case.” 

He handed a walkie-talkie to Dustin, already turning and ducking underneath the yellow tape. Dustin watched with wide eyes. Lucas glanced between the dark forest and his friend before following after Mike. Dustin stood there, frozen in both surprise and fear. Another loud boom of thunder sent him sputtering, calling after his friends and following them into the woods.

+++

Jonathan leaned into his mom, tears welled in his eyes. Joyce rubbed his back. “He's gonna come home soon. I know it. I know it... because I feel him. I feel him in my heart. He's close. He's close. You believe me, Jonathan, right?” Jonathan, whose gaze had been trained on the table in front of him, finally glanced up at his mom. Joyce was looking at him with a watery smile. He nodded. 

Joyce glanced down at the pictures in front of her. Several were of Will, but a particular one caught her eye. He was smiling wide, the picture of a happy boy. She let out a weak laugh. “Oh this one--I... I always liked this one.” Jonathan smiled, watching as she picked up the semi-recent photo. His stomach churned as he looked at his brother. “Me too,” he responded softly. 

Joyce stared at her eldest for a moment, only to be startled by the shrill sound of the phone ringing. Both of them paused. If it was news, there was a chance it was bad. There was a chance they would find out something that they really didn’t want to know. Joyce felt faint as she walked to the phone, answering it with a hesitant, “Yes -- hel-hello?” 

There was nothing but silence on the other end. Then, a low breathing. Her brow furrowed as she strained to make out the background sound. “Lonnie? Hopper?” When there was still no response, Joyce felt her heart begin to pound in her ears. Jonathan began to approach her. 

“Who is this?” 

The breathing on the other end got louder. She strained to listen. It sounded familiar, and far too much like the breathing of a child. Tears stung her eyes and she paled. Jonathan was quick to race over to her. “Where are you, baby?! Talk to me! WILL?! WILL?!” But already, the sound of her son’s breathing is gone. Instead, all she could hear was an odd growling, something a little too inhumane for her to bear. 

“WHO IS THIS? WHAT HAVE DONE WITH MY BABY?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!!” 

Joyce was frantic with her words, terrified that her son was just beyond her reach. The growling faded, a long stretch of silence spanning for what felt like an eternity gnawing at her heart. Jonathan was clutching at her. His face was riddled with guilt as he watched his mother panic. 

A high pitched shriek sounded in Joyce’s ear. She gasped, her ear and palm throbbing in pain as she dropped the phone. Her palm is seared, an ugly, furious red as Jonathan screamed into the phone. She backed away. Something acidic curled in her stomach. Her son turned to her, pale in the face. 

The line was dead. 

Joyce’s back hit the wall. She slid down the wall, a sob already catching in her throat.

+++

“Will? WILL???” The boys were shining their flashlights into the darkness around them, the light reflecting off the thick sheets of rain falling. Despite wearing ponchos, each of them has been soaked. Dustin brushed a curl from his forehead, frowning at the other two. 

“Byers?!” 

They try for what felt like hours, desperately calling out to their dear friend. There was never any response. Merely silence, and the steady beat of rain. It was clear that they were not going to get anywhere. Mike was determined though, both Lucas and Dustin could see. It was enough to keep them pushing through. 

“Guys, I really think we should turn back--” 

Dustin attempted to keep any trembling out of his voice, but it was obvious he was scared. He’d be a fool if he wasn’t, in his opinion. There was possibly  something out here snatching up little kids. He had every right to be afraid.

Lucas was quick to cut him off. “Seriously, Dustin, if you want to be a baby, just go home already.” He was tired, annoyed by both the rain and his friend. Though, if he thought harder about it, the rain was a welcome reprieve from the stifling heat they’d been subjected to the past few days. 

“I'm just being realistic, Lucas--” His voice was nearly whiney as he spoke. 

“No, you're being a sissy--” 

Lucas and Dustin bickered back and forth, the latter bringing up his inner thoughts about a potential dangerous kidnapper, despite his friends attempts to shut him up. Mike turned away from his two friends, eyes scanning the woods around him. The sound of something cracking had caught his attention. Dustin and Lucas kept at it, voices slowly growing louder. 

“Shut up!” Mike’s voice rang through the rain. 

By the time the boys turned to him, they realized this had less to do with anger than with something else. Mike was listening to the sounds around them. Dustin crept closer to Mike. Lucas followed suit, each boy pointing his flashlight in another direction. 

Mike’s voice was low, near a whisper when he spoke next. “You guys hear that?”

There’s the sound of something rustling not far from where they’re standing. Mike slowly directed his flashlight to the side, eyes trained on the space he was illuminating. The sound of something moving behind them had them scrambling, each boy whirling around to see what’s there. Their eyes were wide as they took in the figure before them. She was bald, eyes wild as she flinched back from their bright lights. The girl caught Mike’s gaze, their eyes locking. The rain around them fell harder and thunder clapped loudly. The boys glanced at each other. They might not have found Will, but maybe they’d found someone who could help them. 

+++

You groaned as the thunder kept you awake. Normally, you found thunderstorms soothing, but today you could only find it unsettling. Nancy was off at a cabin much closer to the parking lot, which left Barb and you alone in your rooms. You sighed, wrapping yourself in your blanket and climbing out of your bed. You grabbed your pillow before exiting your room. Your feet padded softly against the ground, muffled by your socks as you went next door to Barb’s room. You knocked quietly, hoping that she was awake. You waited a moment. The seconds ticked by, time stretching before you endlessly. Just before you were going to give up, Barb opened the door. A flashlight was on by her bedside, her glasses case open on the bedside table.

“Sorry,” you smiled sheepishly. She smiled back at you, opening the door further and retreating back to her bed. You shut it behind her. She settled underneath her covers, glancing at you before taking off her glasses. You curled up on Nancy’s bed, smushing your face into your pillow and making sure your entire body is covered by the blankets. 

It was silent for a while, save the rain. You were beginning to doze off, legs aching and mind slowing as you began to fall asleep. 

“I don’t see what she sees in him.” 

You jerked awake. Blinking furiously, you turned to her. It took a couple of seconds for your brain to catch up with what she was saying. “Hmm?” 

You stared at her, watching as she kept her gaze trained on the ceiling. A frown tugged at her lips. Sighing, you shrugged. “Barb, I’m gonna be completely honest, the only reason I would be interested in him is his dick-” 

A pillow was thrown in your direction, cutting off your sentence. Barb was laughing despite herself. You smiled. She turned her head towards you, her expression thoughtful. It was startling enough to make you pause. “What?” 

She shook her head and turned her eyes back to the ceiling. It was hard, you guessed. Crushing on someone who would probably never like you back was rough. You’d been in that position plenty of times.

“I’m glad you’re my friend, ya know? Is it weird that I’m actually excited that we’re probably going to be taking a class or two together when school starts again?” You laughed. Of course Barb was already thinking about school. One of the smartest girls in the grade, she was well on her way to getting into her dream school and getting the hell out of Hawkins. 

You closed your eyes again. “I mean, maybe a little? I’m so over school at this point.” She was silent in response. You peeked out of one of your eyes just in time to see her shutting off the flashlight. 

Darkness swallowed the room, and not long after, sleep swallowed you. 

[anyotherwriter]

"What do you mean you never learned how to swim?" -> in which the reader discovers Daryl can barely keep afloat in deep water and teaches him how

Masterlist / buy me a coffee? / art insta

Dear anon, big props to you for literally just typing "deep water" and sending me into a spiral of fear, I love it. You win the entire game LMAO. It's probably not what you expected but I was thinking about sharks and alligators and walkers that don't die and just linger at the bottom of the lake waiting to pull you down and I?????? My b.

Okay, love you, bye.

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You initially thought it was a mirage, the type you'd see in the movies where a dehydrated man traveling through the desert has just found salvation. Right now, you were that man in that movie, except it wasn't the actual desert - more of a deserted road in the middle of nowhere North Carolina (at least that's what the map said).

The group had been walking and walking and walking, much like their dead counterparts, trying to find a safe place. They had squatted in run-down homes, holed up in general stores and bars, and made quick camps in the woods out of desperation. Now was one of the desperate times when their feet ached a new level of bad, there wasn't a building in sight, and they knew they couldn't go any further. So they pitched a camp and gathered twigs and branches to start a fire, hung noisey miscellaneous around, and in a matter of minutes, a few of them had already fallen asleep.

You hadn't; you could've kept going. Instead of sitting and letting your leg bounce out of stagnant frustration, you wandered. Never too far, but also never alone. You couldn't break off alone no matter how hard you may try. Daryl was always a step behind you, 'keepin' ya safe' is what he'd said. He knew you could stumble across trouble very easily, but he also knew that sometimes you liked to search for it when you got bored. This time was no different.

But this was a different kind of trouble. A trouble that really only hindered him. He had no words, and the heat rising up his neck into his face was a huge contender to the hairs rising on his arms as he'd watched you shimmy out of your ratty blue jeans to walk into the lake they'd stumbled across. You waded in until it was up to your thighs and then turned back to him. You waited for him patiently, knowing there was a good chance he wouldn't even follow. And he didn't plan to. The sun was on its way to slip down past the horizon, it would get cold, and wet clothes weren't good in the cold. He told you as much.

But, again, this kind of trouble was different. You looked excited and content and he wanted to slip down into the frigid water with you. Daryl only agreed once you slipped out of the water, your teeth immediately beginning to chatter, shirt clinging to your form, and taking his hands. You tugged lightly, gently, in hopes he'd come with you. There typically was no issue getting Daryl to follow you; you usually never had to ask.

When you turned around and started to disappear back into the water, he slipped out of his jeans and followed behind. Once the water tickled his waist, he stopped. You were floating out a ways, the bright oranges, pinks, and purples of the sunset reflecting off the water around you. You looked peaceful and he couldn't get to you. You peeked one eye open, directed at him, and called for him to come out.

But he couldn't. Even in all of his survival skills, swimming was never put on the table. He made sure to always avoid the water, hugging banks and trees instead. He remembered Merle laughing at him, telling him 'the damn kids next door could do it', that Daryl was just being a 'pansy'. Then Merle threw him into a lake off the ratty boat he used to take out to fish and get drunk and smoke weed. Daryl kicked and clawed at the water just enough to keep his head up, but the panic took over as his arms grew tired and Merle had to grab him by the back of his shirt with both hands to haul him back over the side of the boat.

"You never learned how to swim?"

You asked gently and inquisitively and a little shocked. The man that everyone would put good money on to save them, to unstick them from any situation, to keep them alive, couldn't swim. Daryl felt embarrassed and he shook his head. He was afraid you'd make fun of him, laugh, call him names… anything to make him feel lesser. But you didn't, and you never would. And in his silence, you cleared the distance between them no problem and grabbed at his hands again. You murmured small encouragements and comforts and eventually his feet started to move again. He held onto your hands tightly as he focused on the soft floor of the lake until his toes could barely touch anymore. You offered him a chance to go back, to do it another time if he wasn't ready. He would've panicked had you not been there but you made sure he knew he was safe and that he had a choice.

He always knew he was safe with you, even as you pulled him out into the open water, where his feet no longer touched, his shirt waved like silk around his torso, and he learned to kick his feet.

[littledreamling]

about me

Tagged (ish) by the wonderful @landwriter (feel free to be nosy all you like!)

Nickname: Crow, among many others given to me by my family which shall remain anonymous unless some of my irl friends decide to clown me (looking at you @levi1088)

Sign: Sagittarius sun, Libra moon, Scorpio rising so... yeah, do with that what you will

Height: 5'4" last time I checked

Last thing I googled: synonyms for "hollowed" which, I'll admit, is not my proudest google search but it's not the worst either so I'll take it

Song stuck in my head: Currently empty but I had No Cyrano from the Cyrano soundtrack stuck in my head earlier today

Number of followers: a humble 382 (and I'm thankful for every single one of you, I love you all!)

Amount of sleep: Last night? Less than four hours altogether. Normally? Roughly six, though my winter break just started so that will increase drastically soon

Dream job: university professor of some kind, undecided as to which subject (the current plan is biology or genetics, though my heart has been swayed towards history recently and I do love creative writing, so who knows where I'll end up)

Wearing: black and white lounge pants with elephants on them, a black Levi's hoodie stolen from my first ex before the pandemic struck, black socks, and my hair tied in a half-up bun (it's really not long enough to do so, but I bend it to my will with copious amounts of hair gel, clips, and hair ties)

Movies/books that summarize me: I have to agree with Gloam on this one, it feels like a question others must answer for me so hold on, let me ask my roommate... she said The Hunt for the Red October, Cyrano, the All For The Game series, NBC's Hannibal, and the Martian (the book). All very odd choices, yet I do love them, so I can't disagree lmao

Favorite song: oh where to start... I have a rotating spotify playlist of songs I'm obsessed with, but for the sake of the game, I'll say either Wild World by Marc Scibilia or Monsoon by Hippo Campus (though I could list about ten more and still not be satisfied by my answer)

Favorite instrument: the church organ, based on religious trauma and sound alone. For obnoxiousness (because I'm a younger sibling, obnoxiousness is in my blood), the bagpipes (though there is a soft spot in my heart for the bagpipes, genuinely, as my parents hate them so I love them out of spite. The same could be said of the harmonica, which I have recently become intrigued by)

Aesthetic: it can best be described as "dark" and mainly comprises of black hoodies, black jeans, black doc martens, and an inordinate number of piercings (though still not enough). I've been trying to get more into dark academia and thus, half of my wardrobe has been overtaken by white collared shirts and brown sweaters, but I much prefer my signature black. A friend has recently described me as "always looking like you're ready for the apocalypse" possibly due to my penchant for wearing pants with lots of pockets... still unsure about that one

Favorite authors: it hardly needs to be said but Neil Gaiman has to make the list. I also quite enjoy Edgar Allan Poe and I've been recently getting into Nikita Gill's poetry especially her book "Where Hope Comes From." As a former gifted kid, I read young adult novels for far longer than I probably should have, so any foray into "adult" literature (not in the dirty way, get your mind out of the gutter) has been recent and somewhat hesitant. My dad has recently introduced me to Charles de Lint, and I'm excited to unearth what's in store for me there.

Random fun fact: I can lick my elbow, which is a fun party trick, I rode horses for over ten years (which makes me a certified former horse girl, you have permission to clown me), I own over 20 tarot decks (don't ask me why, and also don't ask me exactly how many because I haven't counted in a while and the actual number would probably be astounding), and I currently have blue hair (in fact, I've dyed my hair every color of the rainbow except orange)!

I'm not sure who's been tagged for this but I'm tagging @btwimkindagay @pellaaearien @10moonymhrivertam @staroftheendless and anyone else who wants to do it! (but like Gloam said, please tag me in it so I can be nosy!!)

[sourholland]

hiii, can i request a blurb for a timothée x reader where music is kinda of something like special to their relationship so they’re just talking about music and how similar their music taste is and how beautiful music can be? lmao im a literal musician so i’ve been daydreaming abt that for a while

blurbs & drabbles night

First dates are always the most stressful.

This seemed especially true when they were with big time actors who you’d only met by chance in a coffee shop off a corner in Manhattan. You hadn’t recognized him through his hood and baseball cap, but as soon as he’d complimented your Nirvana t-shirt and offered to buy your coffee, how could you not?

The conversation lasted quite a while, and he was modest as well. He’d introduced himself as any other guy would, said his name was Timmy and that he really enjoyed Nirvana as well and liked your style. If you hadn’t been internally screaming before, his asking for your phone number only added to the carefully contained meltdown you were having on the inside.

You then went on to spend two hours that night rightfully stalking all of his socials. He texted a bit later while you were making pasta and jumping around the kitchen to Pearl Jam. It was a couple lines about how he wanted to wait a few more hours so he didn’t look desperate, but that he had some free time later the following week and wanted to ask if you’d like to go out with him.

With wide eyes, you willed yourself to wait at least five minutes before responding so you didn’t come off like you were waiting for his text. Once you responded with a quick ‘of course,’ he asked where you lived. Turns out, your dorm wasn’t too far from where he was taking you, which he’d explained was a small record store he’d been going to since he was in high school.

Now, you were both walking down the bustling sidewalk, hands brushing every few seconds. He explained how difficult it was for him to get out without being photographed, and that he was sorry if paps started following you guys. However, you both made it to the small, hole-in-the-wall little shop with ease.

The little bell jingled as soon as you stepped in, and an orange cat came out from behind the counter. It was one of those old looking cats with smooshed faced, it reminded you of the one from Harry Potter. The store owner seemed to smirk at Timothée, eyes darting from you to him.

“Bring all your dates here?” You teased, letting him pull you up the small, cluttered staircase.

“I’m hurt,” he joked, hand over his heart. “Actually, I’ve never brought anyone in here before.”

This may have inflated your ego a bit too much, face heating at his words. He brought you to a small little area, there was a couch that looked like it came straight out of the 1970’s and shelves lined with records. He thumbed a few of the vinyls, seemingly trying to choose the perfect one.

“You seem like a Billy Joel fan,” he observed.

“Who the hell isn’t?” You laughed, “when I was seven, my mom put me in piano lessons and all I would play was Billy Joel.”

“I play piano—I mean, I’m not amazing, but I can play. I did a movie a few years ago, I had to learn how to play for it,” he spoke.

He hadn’t talked much of his fame, or the fact that he was a big shot movie star with millions of people fawning over him. It seemed like he was trying to be humble, but you were curious about his career. Maybe he saves that for third dates, you thought to yourself sarcastically.

You leaned over him, looking through the section he was gazing at. He flustered easily, a visible redness spreading through his cheeks. You grinned a bit, watching him pull the record out of the sleeve and place it down. He moved the needle onto the vinyl with ease, sinking down to the floor and pulling his knees to his chest.

Vienna played lowly, a classic that you loved all too much. He noticed this, taking the opportunity to look at you a bit closer. The sweet silence made you wonder if he really hadn’t ever brought another person here.

“Music has always been a passion of mine, it’s like—I don’t know, it’s like everything in music just seems to come together and make sense. I just feel weirdly connected to it,” you rambled. “I probably make no sense, but hopefully you get a little bit of what I mean.”

“No—no, I completely agree. There’s just something about good music, I think I really got to broadening my taste later in high school. I totally see what you’re saying, it just sort of means something more than words can sometimes.”

[may-clouds]

HALLOWEEN COSTUMES

ginny weasley x f!reader oneshot

― the gryffindors are throwing a massive halloween party in the common room, and you're not going to miss the chance to wear matching costumes with your girlfriend

― fluff

― 1.5k words

― warnings: mentions of alcohol and underage drinking.

― ignore the fact that adventure time obviously didn't exist during the harry potter timeline lmao.

masterlist

Music boomed throughout the Gryffindor common room with enough volume to make the beats rumble all the way through your body, drowning out the sound of your racing heartbeat pounding in your ears.

"I can't believe you managed to get me to wear all this." Ginny murmured in your ear, gesturing down at herself.

You didn't know how you managed it either, the pair of you had decided to go as Marceline and Princess Bubblegum from Adventure Time. It seemed like a good idea to your girlfriend at first - but that was until you told her that she would be Bubblegum.

It took a lot of persuading (and a lot of Honeyduke's sweets) to get her to agree, but eventually she caved in.

Your costume was made up of a baggy, red and black striped sweater over a thin grey shirt and some dark, ripped jeans. On your feet you wore a pair of beat-up red converse, and atop your head sat a wig of long, black hair which you'd pulled into a loose ponytail.

Two small, circular bite-marks were drawn on the side of your neck in a blood-red colour by Ginny herself (but the brush she'd used had tickled your skin quite a lot).

And to top all of this off, a few weeks ago you'd bought a pair of fake vampire fangs in Hogsmeade which you had magic'd onto your upper canines.

Ginny wore a knitted cream-coloured sweater with a stripe of orange and another of red across her chest, paired with a pair of pale blue jeans and white sneakers.

The tricky part was convincing her to wear a cheap wig (much like yours) but this time in a shade of bright pink. Precariously balanced on top of that, she wore Bubblegum's crown.

Everyone else was wearing costumes, that was the point of this evening's party. You'd already seen a few interesting ones, but you were still yet to see what your friends were wearing.

"This wig is itchy." Ginny complained, taking your hand in hers as you both forced yourselves further into the common room through the tightly-knit crowd.

"You look adorable though." you tease, watching her turn to scowl at you through her already messed-up pink locks.

"I should've been Marceline." she groans, readjusting her tiara again.

"You didn't know who she was until I proposed this idea." you quip back.

"I don't know much about muggle shows though." she pouted.

Though she wasn't easily going to admit it out loud, she actually enjoyed something as trivial as having matching costumes with you, even if it meant sacrificing her pride to a silly pink wig.

"Aw, c'mon, we need to go find your brothers. I can't wait for them to see you like this." you laugh gleefully at how Ginny's expression suddenly drops even further.

"Oh Merlin, I forgot about that." she groans dramatically.

"You forgot your brothers would be here?"

"I forgot they'd have to see me like this." she sulked, "Do we really have to go and see them?"

"Of course we bloody do." you smirk, "We look cute."

"I'm preparing to be mocked onto a whole different planet." Ginny cringed, "But y'know what? Yeah, we do look cute."

"Glad you agree, because the twins are right over there." you smirk, tugging her by the hand to get closer to the two tall boys. You forced yourself to ignore her groans of protest as you approached the pair.

Ginny started mumbling under her breath as you emerged into the empty space around the twins, "Three... Two... One..."

"Ginny!" Fred cried.

"Holy Merlin, you're so... pink!" George continues for his brother, in just as much shock as the elder.

Both boys were stood still with open mouths, trying to hold back their laughter unsuccessfully.

"It looks like your hair has been thrown up on by Umbridge!"

"It's absolutely not your colour."

They say again, instantly starting to think up their next round of remarks.

There was a few moments of silence between the group, and Ginny turned to give you a stare that screamed "I told you so". You only widened your smile and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

"Got all of that out of your system now?" Ginny bluntly asked her brothers, wanting all of this to be over and done with so she could hang out with you in peace.

"Nope, we're just taking it all in." George nodded, gesturing between you and your girlfriend.

"And I'm taking a mental photo so we can bring this back up at Christmas." Fred smirked, "I'm sure Bill and Charlie will love to hear about this."

"I can do you one better, COLIN! BRING YOUR CAMERA AND GET OVER HERE!"

Upon George's command, Colin Creevey emerged from the crowd with a large smile across his face, his clunky camera in hand as always.

"NO! STAY OVER THERE CREEVEY!" she yelled hurriedly back, waving her arms as if to shoo the poor boy away. Ginny then turned back to her brothers and mouthed, "I hate you both."

"Oh don't listen to them Princess." you tease, referencing the name of her character.

"Not you too!" the girl groans, with a look of mock-betrayal on her face.

"I assume this," Fred gestures to Ginny’s outfit, "Is your doing Y/n?"

"Absolutely." you smile innocently, wrapping your arm around her waist to bring her closer to you.

"Well, thank you for bringing us this wonderful sight." George grins.

"Hey, wait!" Ginny suddenly yells, pointing an accusatory finger at her brothers, "Why aren't you two all dressed up?"

You hadn't noticed their lack of costumes until Ginny pointed it out. The boys were just wearing their normal clothes - there was no way they'd forgotten to get one, everyone had been talking about this party for most of the month.

"Can't you tell?"

"We're dressed as eachother!"

"That's such a cop-out!" your girlfriend groans.

"Ah-ah, we prefer to use the word 'loophole' for these sorts of things." the twins say at the same time with identical smiles on their faces.

"Sneaky gits." Ginny murmurs, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"I think we'll be going now though." you smile to Fred and George, much to their sister’s relief. You could've sworn you could even feel her slouch against you as she sighed out happily.

Ginny didn't let anyone else say another word as she practically dragged you away from her brothers and over to an empty corner of the room. The pair of you sat down on one of the smaller sofas by the windows, away from the main hustle and bustle of the party.

A moment of calm silence passed, both of you simply watching what was happening around you. Occasionally one of you pointed out a particularly interesting costume out to the other; like the girl dressed as a cat, except she could move her ears and tail as if it were a living part of her.

"I don't actually hate this by the way." Ginny suddenly said.

"What?"

"The costume. I think it's cute that you came up with matching ones." she clarified, turning to meet your eyes.

"Well, I'm glad." you beamed, grabbing her hand that'd been previously resting by your knee.

"I like this sort of simple affection." Ginny murmured, eyes now fixated on your lips.

She didn't wait another moment to press her lips to yours, weaving a hand into your plastic-y black wig as you gripped onto her shoulders.

But much to your displeasure, she pulled back pretty quickly, "Bloody hell, it's really hard to kiss you with those teeth in." she frowned.

Frustrated by the shortness of the kiss, you run your tongue over your teeth to see whay she meant, finding your fake canines still attatched to your teeth. You'd forgotten all about them.

"The charm wears off in a couple of hours!" you pout, remembering the instructions you were given by the store clerk, "I won't be able to un-stick them."

"No more kisses for you then." Ginny laughed, doubling over at your dropped jaw.

"What, would you rather me bite you?" you scoff in response.

"Sounds kind of hot, but no."

You didn't expect her to be so blunt in response to your joke, so you were rendered still, brain racing to recover from her words.

"I think I just overheard something I shouldn't have."

Both of you snapped your eyes onto who spoke, though it was quite an unusual sight. Harry was stood (or at least you assumed he was) as only a floating head, his body was quite literally invisible.

"Holy Merlin, how long have you been there?" Ginny gasped, unphased by his lack of body.

"Too long apparently." the boy grumbled back, shrinking away under the glare of your girlfriend.

"Then sod off Potter." she barks, and Harry doesn't say a word. He only walks away, flipping his hood up with an aim to scare someone else.

"I think we'll need some drinks if we're going to get through tonight." you laugh as Ginny turns her attention back to you again.

It was certainly going to be a long night.

[homoose]

Teach Me Something I Don’t Know: Part IV

Summary: The Halloween parade. Will and JJ are adorable. Anita suggests that Spencer become a classroom volunteer. Reader has a rough week.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: fluff, a smidge of angst

Warnings/Includes: none

Word count: 4.4k

a/n: I wish we’d seen more of Will and JJ as parents because I imagine it would be adorable and hilarious. Let’s see if you can guess all of their costumes before the reveal lmao. Your only clue is that Spencer loves keeping with a theme and the brown vest (I literally learned how to make my own shitty gif bc I couldn’t find the right one in the search and I do not understand embedding lmao) makes an appearance.

Series Masterlist

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“Did you grab the bags?” JJ swept the pleated, platinum braid out of her face as she bent over to zip up her boots.

“No, I thought you did,” Will called, bouncing down the stairs.

“I put them in the car already,” Spencer informed them, popping his head back in the front door. “There was just the one box, right?”

“Yeah, that was it,” Will confirmed. “Shit— where’s Michael’s sword?”

“Should be on the counter,” JJ huffed, standing up and adjusting the bodice of the blue dress.

“Got it.” Will came around the corner of the kitchen, patting his hips where his pockets would be— if he weren’t wearing an adult-sized onesie. “Keys?” Spencer held them up. “All right then, let’s get this show on the road.”

The trio headed to the waiting SUV, Spencer climbing into the backseat as Will and JJ got into the front. Will and JJ chattered on about dinner plans and schedules for the following week, and Spencer smoothed down the brown wool vest layered over his white linen shirt. He’d spent entirely too long putting together the costume over the last week (with a little help from Penelope). He’d scrapped the Spock getup he’d been working on since September— he could always wear that next year. But he’d only get one chance to attend the Room 105 Halloween parade, and once the idea had wormed its way into his brain, he had to make it happen.

“Spence?” JJ’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Hmm?”

“Would you be able to pick Michael up on Monday?”

He ran his hands down his thighs over the mint green cropped trousers. “Sure, as long as we don’t have a case.”

Will smirked at him in the rear view mirror. “How’s Ms. Y/L/N?”

“You’re about to see her yourself, so you can ask,” Spencer replied.

Will laughed, and JJ turned in her seat. “Whoa, coming in hot with the snark. You really do like her.”

Spencer fought and failed to keep the blush from rising, irritation at being teased blooming sharp inside his chest. He tried to shrug as nonchalantly as possible. “She’s a great teacher.”

“That’s not a no,” JJ noted, eyebrows raised.

“She’s Michael’s teacher,” Spencer said, like it meant something.

“Yeah, so?” Will shrugged his shoulders. “You’re his godfather. Technically, you’re not related, so it wouldn’t be breakin’ any rules.”

“Well, it’s not like that, so it doesn’t really matter,” Spencer insisted.

Will hummed and JJ turned back around in her seat. Spencer drummed his fingers on his knees and watched DC roll past through the SUV window. It really wasn’t like that. Y/N was just… very nice. A nice, beautiful, sweet, silly kindergarten teacher that he couldn’t stop thinking about no matter how many books he read or coffees he drank or chess games he played.

Monday was the last day of his sabbatical, and he was even more relieved to be headed back than usual— grateful that he’d have something to occupy his mind other than her. Because his mind was, indeed, occupied. The way her smile beamed like the spotlight on a stage, illuminating whoever happened to be on the receiving end. The way her hands moved in unbound, buoyant illustrations of her thoughts. The way her laugh felt like the first warm sip of tea or the wrap of his favorite scarf. It was getting out of hand, to say the least.

Will pulled into the parking lot, and instantly Spencer’s palms began to sweat. He glanced at the headband on the seat beside him and felt the mortification clawing at his insides. The costume was ridiculous; he was ridiculous. He should have just worn the Spock outfit.

Maybe he could just wait in the car and pretend like he hadn’t been able to make it. Or he could just leave the headband in the car. But then he’d just be in mint green capris with a sweater vest and platform sandals, and she’d have absolutely no idea who he was supposed to be. Then he’d have to explain it, and it would be even worse.

Will parked the car, and he and JJ immediately stepped out. Spencer watched them near the hood of the SUV, enjoying a rare moment of co-parenting without work hovering right out of frame. Will pulled the hood of the onesie up and JJ laughed, brushing her hand over the brown fabric twigs sticking out of the top. He supposed that if Will Lamontagne, Jr. could strut his stuff in adult footie pajamas, his handmade costume was probably all right.

With one last resigned sigh, Spencer slid the headband on. He grabbed the box of Halloween treats, opened the door, and hauled himself out of the vehicle. He pushed the door closed and looked in the reflection of the window, adjusting the headband around his curls and blowing out a breath.

“Ready?” JJ called, peering around the side of the SUV.

“Yeah—yeah,” Spencer agreed. He moved around the vehicle to join them, the three of them walking to find a spot in the crowd of parents standing around the carpool loop.

When they found a suitable spot, Will looked up at him and shook his head. The sandals added three extra inches to Spencer’s height, putting him a good six inches taller than Will. “Those shoes make you look like an actual giant,” Will chuckled. “I know that’s the point, but I feel like even more of a shrimp next to ya now.”

Spencer set the box of candy bags on the ground and would have shoved his hands into his pockets if the linen trousers had any. Before he could respond, JJ pointed to the door of the school, cooing, “Oh my god, look. Remember when the boys were that small?”

The PreK classes came out first, and Spencer could acknowledge that they were very cute, barely out of the toddler stage and holding hands with a line buddy. But he was waiting on a very specific cutie.

He’d barely had the thought when the kindergarten classes started to emerge from the door. He almost didn’t recognize her at first— just an orange blob and green shrubbery. But the converse gave her away.

“How is she so cute?” JJ threaded her arm through Will’s. “Even when she’s dressed as a giant orange blob.”

“It’s a gift,” Will agreed. He glanced up at Spencer. “Right, doc?”

Spencer nodded but didn’t take his eyes off Y/N. “I think so, yeah.” Will grinned and bumped JJ’s shoulder, but Spencer barely even registered his own response.

Thankfully they’d picked a spot near the very end of the loop, so he had plenty of time to get himself together before she was in front of him. While Will and JJ waved at all the tiny superheroes and princesses, he watched Y/N. She was all orange fabric from her shoulders to her knees, with bright orange Chucks to match. On her head was a strange variation on a party hat, bright green ferns sprouting from the tip of the cone and falling into her face. She looked absolutely ridiculous and entirely adorable, and he was in so much trouble.

When the class finally approached the final curve of the loop, Will nudged Spencer and gestured to the box of goodie bags. Spencer crouched down and lifted the box, standing back up to see Y/N laughing at Will and JJ. “Very cute, Lamontagne Family.”

Her gaze traveled across, then up, and then her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open. Spencer wondered if maybe the earth could just open up and swallow him whole.

“Oh my god, are you—?” She stepped forward and ran her hand lightly over the vest, and he didn’t dare breathe. “Are you the BFG?!” Her hand dropped from his torso, and he didn’t have time to be disappointed before her face split into quite possibly the biggest smile he’d seen from her yet.

A tiny Superman shouted, “Ms. Y/L/N, we’re making a gap!”

Y/N came back to herself, gesturing to all three of them. “Don’t go anywhere.” She accepted the offered box of treats from Spencer and then turned to help her class catch up.

Will gave him a look. “It’s not like that, huh?”

“Oh my god, she likes you.” JJ clapped her hands together. “This is amazing.”

“I’m takin’ credit for this,” Will bragged. “I’m a regular ol’ matchmaker.”

Spencer couldn’t even be bothered to attempt a denial. He was still thinking about the feel of her palm on his chest, how it might feel to hold her hand, the way her eyes practically sparkled when she saw his ridiculous headband. He was in so much trouble.

Fifteen minutes later, the classes filed back out into the parking lot for dismissal. Y/N led the class down the sidewalk, grinning at the excitement coursing through her line. As they approached the end of the loop, Y/N caught sight of them and waved. The kids lined up in their normal spot, chatting excitedly about their costumes and candy bags.

“Lord, Ms. Y/L/N, you’re something else,” Will laughed.

“Is it not the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever seen?” She laughed and tapped the green shrubbery hanging in her face. “I have the kids do a little persuasive writing thing every year. They draw a picture and write a sentence about what they think Ms. Y/L/N should be for Halloween, and then we take a vote.”

She waved her hands in that way Spencer loved, the way that was so similar to his own. “Usually the options are pretty tame, you know—ghost, witch, bumblebee. This year was a near tie between runner-up Jojo Siwa and well,” she gestured at herself, “carrot.” Y/N cackled, and the leaves on top of her head shook with the action.

They all laughed along with her, and then JJ added, “The details are truly incredible. Is this an actual plant on your head?”

“I really thought about it,” Y/N laughed, “but no, it’s just fake ferns stuffed into a cardstock funnel.” She gestured at Will and JJ. “But also, excuse me— this family costume is ridiculously cute. Mr. Lamontagne, loving this onesie. Mrs. Jareau, I didn’t even know it was possible to look prettier than you usually do, but here you are. And Michael’s Anna costume?” She held her hands up. “Incredible. Show stopping. I wish I had an aunt Penelope to enlist the help of, because that cape is the actual height of fashion.”

“She helped Spence, too,” JJ prompted, stealing a glance in his direction.

“Oh yeah?” Y/N asked, turning to smile at Spencer.

“We um, 3D printed the ears,” he clarified.

“No way!” She took a step closer to him, peering up at the detail on the headband. He leaned down a little for her to get a closer look. “That is so cool. I’ve never actually seen anything 3D printed up close before— did you design them yourself?”

She met his eyes briefly, and he realized how close they were— close enough that he caught the faintest whiff of sandalwood and cardamom. Of course she even smelled like warmth and home. “Well. I, um— I drew a sort of sketch, I guess. And then Penelope did the software coding. I— I’m not very good with technology, honestly.”

She ran her fingers lightly over the plastic, and he decided she was really trying to kill him. “Yeah, I’m not sure I really understand how it works.”

“Well, first you create a blueprint file of the design you want to print, which you can do through modeling software or three-dimensional scanning. Then you convert the file into an STL file— named for Stereolithography which was the first ever 3D printing process. The STL file is made up of triangular mesh polygons, which is the data that describes the surface of a three-dimensional object. After that, you use a software program to complete the process of slicing— essentially dividing or chopping the 3D model into hundreds or thousands of horizontal layers that the printer can print one at a time to create the 3D object. And then the printer prints each layer until you have your finished product.”

Y/N was quiet, and he pulled back to see her grinning at him. “I thought you said you weren’t very good with technology?”

“I’m not good with using technology,” he clarified.

She nodded. “Gotcha. So you just know everything about it.”

Her joking tone had a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I read a lot.”

“How much is a lot?”

“I can read at a rate of 20,000 words per minute, so… a lot.”

Her eyebrows shot up into the tangle of ferns on her head, and he was just so overwhelmed by how adorable she was. “Well, if I ever have a question about anything, I know who I’m coming to.”

He was sure he was blushing, but he couldn’t really bring himself to care. “I’m happy to answer any and all of your questions.”

She let her gaze travel over the rest of the costume. “Oh my god, the sandals! Man, you really nailed it. I’m very impressed.”

“Thank you.” He cleared his throat. “I thought about being Trunchbull, but I couldn’t find the sweatshirt,” he joked.

She laughed, and he wanted to bottle it up to keep forever. “As much as I would have loved to see your hair in a bun… you’re much too sweet to have been able to pull that off.” She smiled softly at him. “Much more suited to our friend the BFG.”

He rubbed a hand down the back of his neck, and it was only then that he realized Will and JJ had gone to the car. He looked back to Y/N, opening his mouth but unsure of what he was going to say.

“Y/L/N!” He turned his head to see Anita jogging toward them. “Did you—” The giant cardboard box she was wearing knocked into one of the few kindergarteners left in Y/N’s line, nearly sending them to the ground. “Oh my gosh, sorry sweetheart!” She righted the startled child, and Spencer gave her a once over, completely at a loss as to what her costume could be.

“What in the world are you supposed to be?” Y/N asked, choking out a laugh.

Anita looked at her deadpan. “A monopoly piece. Remind me that I’m never participating in team costumes ever again.” She rolled her eyes and gestured at Y/N. “Next year I’m gonna wear an orange t-shirt, call myself a carrot, and be much more comfortable.”

“I’ll have you know this costume was a lot of work,” Y/N remarked, crossing her arms.

“I’m sure it was. You could have put on an orange dress, stuck a green pipe cleaner in your hair, and called it a day, but that’s not the Y/L/N way.” Anita’s eyes slid across to where Spencer stood. “Well, hello, doctor. I have absolutely no idea what you’re supposed to be, but I love everything about it.”

“Spencer’s the BFG,” Y/N said, and Spencer could have sworn she sounded almost proud.

“Ah, Roald Dahl, of course.” Anita smirked. “I see you, Spencer. I see you.” She put her hands on her hips— or rather where her hips would have been if they weren’t covered by a ridiculously large box. “So, when are you going to volunteer?”

“Sorry?” he asked.

“Like, when are you going to volunteer in Y/L/N’s classroom?” She held up her hand, palm down, and made a circular motion between the two of them. “You know, hang out, but professionally.”

“Oh my god, did you need something?” Y/N’s squeaked, eyes wide.

Anita ignored her. “You just have to do a background check, but I’m sure you’ll pass it.”

“Lopez,” Y/N said, staring her down. “Do you need something?”

“Oh, I was just going to ask if you got the email about the PD after school on Tuesday. But this was much more fun.” She winked at Spencer. “Bye, Spencer.”

They both stared after her as she nearly skipped across the grass to the building. Y/N turned to him. “I’m— so sorry.”

He met her eyes and took the leap. “Volunteering could be fun.”

He watched her press her lips together to contain her smile. “It could be.”

He didn’t bother containing his own. “I’ll um— I’ll shoot you an email.”

“I’ll respond to your email.”

…

When he walked in the door, Spencer made a beeline for his desk. He opened his laptop and pulled up his email account, writing as fast as his one-finger typing would allow.

Spencer Reid Re: Volunteering

Hi!

I’m just following up about volunteering. Anita mentioned a form that I needed to fill out? Now that I’ll be back to work, I’ll just need to plan around the BAU schedule. Could you give me a list of days that would work for you?

Really looking forward to seeing you in action.

Spencer

He checked his two other email messages, and then left the browser up while he thumbed through his most recent reading material.

He sat at his desk for the remainder of the afternoon, distractedly perusing his book and glancing at his empty inbox every minute or so. His gaze flew up to the screen at the ding of a new message at 6:30, only to find a promotional email from one of his favorite indie bookstores.

He closed his laptop with a sigh. It was a Friday night. Y/N probably just didn’t check her email on the weekend. He could wait until Monday. He’d see her on Monday.

He limited himself to checking his laptop twice a day on Saturday and Sunday. When Monday rolled around, he checked it in the morning. He leaned back against the leather of his chair, staring at the empty inbox. He had some errands to run, and for the first time in his life, he wished he had a phone that had email on it.

He ran his last-day-of-sabbatical errands and stopped in at his favorite coffee shop for most likely the last midday, sit-down coffee he’d have for a while. Before he realized, it was 2:30. He brought his empty mug to the counter and waved to the barista. Then he walked to the car and prepped his conversation starters.

“Did you get my email? I sent you an email, just wondering if you saw it? Hey— Hello— Hi, I wasn’t sure if you got my email.” He blew out a breath. “Hi. How are you?” He waved his hand. “I’m great. Did you get my email?” He laughed into the empty car. “Ridiculous, Spencer. You’re ridiculous.”

When he pulled into the parking lot, his heart was racing and his palms were slipping against the steering wheel. He pulled around the loop, looking with a furrowed brow at the area where Y/N should be. In her place was a short woman with cropped grey hair. She held a clipboard and looked generally overwhelmed.

Michael sprinted to the car as soon as he saw it. He pulled open the door and let out a world weary sigh. Spencer turned in his seat. “Everything all right?”

“No, everything is terrible,” he huffed dramatically. “Ms. Y/L/N was sick today. Mrs. Franklin was our substitute, and she smells weird.”

Spencer looked through the window at Mrs. Franklin, struggling to keep a few rowdy boys in the line. “I’m sorry, buddy. I’m sure Ms. Y/L/N will be back soon.” He was secretly relieved that he had a potential explanation for the unanswered email.

“I can’t take another day of Mrs. Franklin,” Michael sighed, buckling his seatbelt. “I hope Ms. Y/L/N’s back tomorrow.”

Spencer let out a breath and pulled away from the curb. “Me, too.”

…

JJ huffed out a breath, glaring at the stack of paperwork in front of her. Spencer was nose deep in a book, but he glanced up at the sound. “I can take a few of those if you want,” he offered.

“No, it’s fine,” she sighed. “I’ve really only got six left.”

He looked at his watch. “Each report takes you approximately 37 minutes. With eight minute breaks in between, you’re not going to be out of here until almost 6:00.”

JJ laughed. “I can’t believe I missed out on these scathing performance reviews for thirty days.”

“Suit yourself.” Spencer dropped his gaze back to his reading.

His first week back from sabbatical had been uneventful to say the least. The team had just wrapped a local case, and they’d spent the better part of the week going over consultations and potentials. It was finally Friday, and Spencer was finished with his stack of backlogged reports.

He was finishing the last chapter of the book when JJ dropped a string of quiet curses. He continued reading, waiting for her to ask. She was quiet for another minute.

“I forgot I’m on duty to pick Michael up today.” Spencer looked up at her, slight panic coming over him.

“I really don’t mind finishing your reports,” he offered.

JJ raised her eyebrows. “What, no offering to visit Ms. Y/L/N?”

Spencer closed his book. “I, um. I sent her an email a week ago, and she hasn’t responded.”

“So?”

“So…” Spencer ran a hand through his hair. “That’s weird, right?”

JJ laughed. “You don’t really use email, so I’d imagine your inbox is pretty orderly. But if you use it a lot, it can be easy for messages to get lost.” She looked at him pointedly. “I can almost guarantee that she’s not ignoring you, Spence.”

He sighed. “I guess there’s a quick way to find out.”

...

Spencer drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, watching the door of the school. He glanced at the clock, noting the class was later than they’d ever been. Without really understanding why, he pulled out of the loop and swung back around to park in the lot. He exited the car, and as he rounded the hood, he spotted them.

Y/N was at the front of the line, hands stuffed in the pockets of her jacket and mouth pressed into a thin line. The line behind her was unlike he’d ever seen it. No waving arms, no smiles, no giggles. Twenty small bodies followed behind her with absolute and total solemnity, and he felt uncomfortable just watching them. It would have almost been funny if it wasn’t so dramatically out of character.

The line weaved around the more rambunctious classes, maintaining their grave expressions and quiet pace. They reached their spot on the sidewalk, and Y/N didn’t even have to say anything. Spencer watched as the line took their spots behind her. She held one hand up to acknowledge parents as they pulled up, murmuring stoic goodbyes to students as they headed to their vehicles.

He hung back at the hood of the car until the majority of the class was gone, slowly making his way across the parking lot. Y/N’s line of sight was pointed in his direction, but her eyes were unfocused in the afternoon sun. He could see the moment that she registered his presence, her eyes widening slightly and bottom lip releasing from the place she’d been absentmindedly chewing. She shifted her weight as he closed the final few feet between them.

“Hi.” She held a silent hand up in greeting. He clenched and unclenched his fingers. “Rough day?”

“It’s not always sunshine and rainbows, despite what everyone thinks,” she snapped. She blew out a breath and rolled her eyes up to the perfectly blue sky, mocking her mood. “I’m sorry. Yes, it was a rough day.”

“You don’t need to apologize.”

“You don’t deserve my wrath.” She gestured vaguely in the direction of the students. “They didn’t either, but— too late for that.”

He watched as she lowered her head back down, rubbing a hand over her face. He desperately wanted to slay whatever dragons had given her normally brilliant eyes such a grey cast. “You have strong relationships with them, and kids are resilient. I’m sure they know you—”

“Please— don’t.” Her voice was thick, and she looked at him with desperate eyes. “I— I appreciate the thought, but I’m— I’m a frustrated crier.” Her shining irises proved her point. “And I’m just— I’m really just trying to keep it together for the last four minutes of my contract time.” Her words were practically a whisper, and she swallowed thickly and glanced down the line, just Michael and one classmate left, eyes downcast.

“I understand.” Spencer shoved his hands in his pockets to keep them from reaching out and touching her. “I’m sorry. I— I hope your weekend is better than today.”

Michael slowly left the line, murmuring a quiet goodbye to Y/N. Spencer put a hand on his shoulder and steered him toward the car, stealing one last glance at a crushed Y/N.

...

Y/N Y/L/N

Re: Re: Volunteering

Hi,

I meant to respond to this email, and then a bunch of things happened, and then I was out all week.

I don’t know if you even still want to volunteer after this afternoon, but it felt rude to not respond at all.

I’ve attached the background check form to this email in case you’re still interested.

Y/N

1 Attachment: Background Check

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Hi,

I meant what I said this afternoon. Your students love you, and they know you love them. If my conversation with Michael in the car was any indication, they’re feeling rightfully embarrassed and guilty about their behavior while you were out.

Regardless of what happened today, your relationships with your students are strong enough that they will come to school tomorrow knowing that you still care about them. Children don’t hold onto things nearly as much as adults.

It would be a privilege to volunteer in your classroom, even on the worst day.

Spencer

1 Attachment: Background Check - Spencer Reid

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If I wasn’t already crying, I would be now.

Thanks for that.

No sarcasm intended. Really. Thank you.

—

This might be inappropriate, and if it is, please just pretend like this email doesn’t exist.

I have a favorite cafe in the DuPont circle area, Soho Tea & Coffee. They have an excellent tea drink made with honey and milk that I like to order whenever I’ve had a particularly difficult day.

If you’re up for it, it’s on me.

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[this-is-my-procrastination]

hi honey! (●’◡’●)ﾉ could i request a oneshot with Dazai, and reader is just always sleepy? like if she sits still for longer than thirty minutes, she’ll be passed out? thank you!

pairing: dazai osamu x sleepy!reader

synopsis: sleepy y/n has trouble staying awake

request: hi honey! (●’◡’●)ﾉ could i request a oneshot with Dazai, and reader is just always sleepy? like if she sits still for longer than thirty minutes, she’ll be passed out? thank you!

a/n: omg im so sorry this literally took me 10 million years to finish!! i think i’ve rewritten this like more than four times at this point lmao but hopefully it turned out ok and you like it! as always, thank you so much for requesting ily <33

A pair of lips delicately brush your cheek. Your eyes flutter open, groggily blinking the sleep from your eyes as you slowly register the owner of the offending lips. To no one’s surprise, it’s Dazai’s smug face that beams back at you, grin softening as he teases, “Look who fell asleep again~ If you weren’t so cute, I might be offended y’know?” His playful pout causes you to giggle, your boyfriend already helping to make waking up so much less vexing than usual.

Retaliating to his teasing remarks, you attempt to ruffle his messy tuft of black hair but find that his head is sadly more than an arm’s length away, much to your dismay. Looking back down at your disheveled bedhead fondly, Dazai pulls you into his arms as you release a few indignant retorts. The movie you two were watching had been in its closing scenes, but when he looked towards you to ask your thoughts (and ask why you’d been so quiet after literally the first thirty minutes), he was met with your very cute, very endearing, very much asleep expression, eyes shut and mouth slightly ajar. Your head was adorably leaned against the crook of his neck, and he would prefer not to admit it, but he had spent more time than he realized just admiring your dozing features silently, appreciating and marveling at this human who made him feel so loved. Past Dazai would have scoffed at a serious romantic relationship that didn’t end in double suicide, but right now, the thought of not being able to spend peaceful moments like this with you was the most excruciating punishment he could possibly imagine. How could he imagine someone else when even just your sleeping face was so incredibly adorable to him?

Your freshly-awake ramblings brought him back to the present. Dazai lets his fingers drift and find its place loosely running down a stray strand of your hair, twirling it cheerfully as he listens to you continuing on.

You suddenly stop your rant, staring at him with an amused expression on your face before you gently prod his side, “What’re you so deep in thought about?” You pondered the possibilities, “Could you be thinking about what to eat? I’m pretty hungry too after that nice nap!”

“No, no,” Dazai dramatically denies your question, waving his hand dismissively, “Well - I’ll never say no to a snack, but I was actually mesmerized! You just look so cute when you’re sleepy~”

You playfully roll your eyes, nudging him with a teasing “uh-huh.”

“Is that why I can get away with falling asleep around you?” your smile is warm as you meet his eyes, and Dazai’s heart quickens just slightly, “I told you that you can wake me up since I sometimes fall asleep before I realize. I appreciate you always taking care of me though, Dazai. You’re a very good boyfriend for that~”

Your praise is music to Dazai’s ears as his lips quirk into a smirk, “Oh-ho, am I finally getting the appreciation I’ve been deserving? I’m glad you finally noticed!” Your boyfriend’s hand pats your head affectionately, and you laugh aloud as he plasters a quick sloppy kiss to your forehead.

You’re about to playfully call him out for his touchiness but your boyfriend’s chest immediately puffs out theatrically, “But don’t you worry! I’m self-sworn to protect my sleeping beauty for as long as I live - actually, even from the grave!”

Dazai’s sudden knightly attitude cracks you up as you swiftly duck out from under his hand. You grin widely at his antics before matching his energy with a statement fitting for a true princess: “oh, ya - uh! ok thanks buddy! so then, Sir Dazai, lead the way to the kitchen and let’s make a mid-movie - oh, never mind the movie’s over - a post-movie snack!”

Dazai’s cheers ring through your apartment as he eagerly yet still surprisingly delicately, always being careful to keep you unscathed and present by his side, grabs your hand and escorts you into the kitchen.

The plan was to make brownies. So, why is Dazai furiously beating a bowl of grainy “whipped cream” that he’d made using a combo of water and specifically granulated, not confectionary, sugar? Why is more brownie batter on cabinet doors than in the baking pan? Why is the salt tipped onto its side, spilling its entire contents into some kind of abstract shape on the countertop?

One reason: food fight. Maybe your abundant sleeping habits had finally caught up to you, but you had never felt as invigorated and actively mischievous as you had when you’d swiped some brownie batter onto your boyfriend’s face. It was worth it! You think. You thought. Dazai’s brown hues absolutely shined with mirth at your pathetic attempt of provoking him. You were prepared for him to laugh it off and call you adorable, maybe naive for playing with fire, but ultimately he would chuckle and move on. Except, that did not happen. Instead, he had immediately retaliated with an even bigger glop thrown into your hair, partly accidentally and partly to be a li’l gremlin, and oh boy, it just escalated from there.

The whipped cream Dazai had whipped up for “quick ammunition” was quickly used up - Dazai scooped it, and the heap had seemed to grow impossibly bigger with every additional spoonful. Currently, his smile was widening and creepily stretching ear-to-ear as his starry eyes zeroed in on your vulnerable form.

The ruthless battle continued for a while, but after finally agreeing to a truce, you both couldn’t help but stare at the resulting mess with equally blank stares.

“Mm... okgoodnightbabe! I’ll see you in the morning!” You almost trip over yourself as you flee, throwing a cursory glance at your incredulous boyfriend before giggling and rushing to close the bedroom door before he can follow. Dazai’s whining carries through the solid wood, but you playfully call back, “I’ll give you anything you want - just pleasee do the cleaning! And if it’s too much, come to bed and we can deal with it in the morning together, ok?”

You could clearly picture Dazai’s pout in your mind as the sound of his footsteps fades towards the kitchen. Smiling fondly, you quickly change into your pajamas and hop into your shared bed to wait for his return. However, listening to the distant clanging of bowls and whooshing of the tap water proved to be an effective lullaby, and you couldn’t help it as your eyes began to flutter and eventually stay closed.

By the time Dazai finishes cleaning, the dark night sky was starting to brighten and mix with the warm oranges and reds of sunrise. He quietly opens your bedroom door and is met, not really to his surprise, by your sleeping lump of a body. Dazai’s brows furrow slightly, but he quickly notices the open book laying by your form and realizes that you had been up waiting for him. He could also tell you by the blankets messily strewn around you - usually you preferred having them wrapped around you like a tight burrito.

At that, Dazai lightly chuckles, his heart warming at the thought. He takes his time putting on a fresh set of clothes and rolls his eyes as he ever-so-gently tucks the blankets over you. The bed shifts as he climbs in carefully, but Dazai quickly freezes as you start to mumble quietly. Your words are inaudible, even as Dazai strains his ears to hear any (possible) secrets that you could be spouting. Shifting restlessly, you roll around and suddenly shoot out your arm, making an interesting grabby motion. Dazai almost lets out a laugh as he wonders what in the world you could be looking for, but his eyes widen when you make contact with your boyfriend and immediately calm down, hand gripping his shirt loosely.

As your body relaxes, Dazai feels a wide smile creep up his face, adoring and almost grossly soft. And he lets it. He just can’t help himself - he leans in and places an affectionate kiss on your forehead, lingering there before pulling back and squeezing next to you under the covers. He shifts your arm into a more comfortable position, and as you unconsciously flip to face him, Dazai’s eyes soften into a sweet but intensely warm chocolate brown. If you had been awake to open your eyes, you would have witnessed a rare but genuine sight: your boyfriend’s peaceful expression illuminated by the quiet sunlight of dawn, his eyes deeply staring into yours with endless messages of comforting assurance and happiness, and his lips subtly quirking into a tenderly loving smile shared only for the two of you.

[theyarebothgunshot]

I’d be very interested in your thoughts on the JIB8 cockles panel. just a suggestion for your rewatch 👀

i’ve seen the jib8 panel so many times, because it’s honestly one of the wildest things i have ever seen and i just never get tired of it. 

first of all i want to give you my take on the overall vibe, and then second of all i will get into the details and link to certain timestamps in the video. 

disclaimer: i am not gonna be linking to every single thing i talk about, but i will try my best to link to the moments that stand out to me the most. i have read long posts about this panel before, so not everything in this post is gonna be original or said for the first time ever, simply because there is a good chance that information has stuck in my mind and has subconsciously formed my view of this panel. this is also in no way, shape or form gonna be coherent, unfortunately. i’m just gonna hope that the cockles hivemind will be able to make sense of this regardless. love and light. and lastly, this is all in good fun, so don’t come at me if you think this is too out there please and thank you.

fun fact: i was today years old when i found out that the airbnb story took place one day before this panel. what a sexually charged weekend that was for them dude (gn).

the vibe that i get from this panel is that their moods were off before they got on stage, and where misha kind of looks tired and not 100% enthusiastic about things, jensen apparently decided to get drunk and is trying to make it look like he is thriving. yet, a little while into the panel we learn that it has been an emotional rollercoaster of a day for him, which might have something to do with the overall mood. then again, it could be that something else happened in between the autographs and that panel, who is to say?

i have talked about the d/s subtones in their interactions before and this panel makes my radar ping like nobody’s business. if my interpretation of their dynamics is right, then one could assume that jensen was being very bratty on purpose, trying to stir up a reaction in misha, and i think he probably got what he wanted (more or less. maybe he thought misha would find it more amusing than he did, or but honestly, at that point they have already known each other for nearly 10 years so odds are he knew what he was doing and how misha would react to it. it would surprise me greatly if these two didn’t work out their mutual frustrations with the day and each other after this panel ended- in the bedroom.)

i genuinely think i have never seen jensen flirt more openly and aggressively with misha, ever, and i have never seen misha in the state he was in during this panel either: tired, a little annoyed about the fact that jensen was going off the deep end and that he was not able to stop him, to the point where he just gives up and says things like ‘when in rome’ etc. let’s get into it. 

the mood is set from the very first second: misha is kinda subdued, and jensen is being a bit of a clown, coaxing misha to join him in the madness, which he does to a certain extent. 

we are off to a great start with not just one [0m15s], but two [0m20s] moments in which i just know in my bones they wanted to hold hands. how do i know? because i have been there my fucking self. wanting to hold hands with your crush when you are drunk and acting silly is a love language okay.

as soon as they sit down, misha tries to make conversation and jensen just starts pushing him and pushing him, [1m11s] saying ‘shut up’ and ‘yeah it’s really stupid and it embarrasses me’, but misha tries to ignore it at first and just marches on through. which is probably why i never see people talk about that little comment. it embarrasses jensen when misha sits like that? why would he need to feel embarrassed by his friend’s actions? kinda weird tbh, sounds like husband behavior to me. i have a feeling that when misha said ‘by which he means it’s an innie’, jensen REALLY had to bite on his tongue not to go all ‘you weren’t complaining this morning’ or something like that. look at his face bro [1m55s]. 

and then jensen opens up his legs like the little tramp (affectionate) that he is and when misha tries to stop him he just TURNS to misha with said open legs like a mad man and goes ‘here’s the thing. pick a leg.’ [2m05s] LIKE? who DOES THAT? that is insane people behavior!!! admittedly i am a cis woman and i don’t have conversations with male friends about their bodily anatomy all that often, but i legit cannot phatom that this is a normal thing to talk about with your platonic buddy. pick a leg for me to rest my dick on, old buddy old pal. NOBODY DOES THAT. it’s not even something that i would consider flirting because even though i am into men, i would not find that arousing? so it’s either an action to provoke annoyance in misha or it’s something they have discussed before or both. because misha immediately understands what he means, starts shaking his head in frustration, and actually turns to jensen as if to say ‘are you fucking kidding me right now? really? you are really doing this?’ followed by a ‘this is making me feel so uncomfortable’ aka one of the phrases they both like to use even though they never mean it. 

then when jensen actually goes up to do his ridiculous mating dance and sits back down again, he automatically sits down with his body turned towards misha. 

quick side note: if anybody understands what the joke was about when they talked about ‘cas has big dolls’ i would love to hear it, because that has never made any sense to me, but it’s probably a me problem lmao. 

when misha goes ‘could you watch your language please’ i think that’s a sign that he is genuinely getting a bit frustrated [4m53s] with jensen even though he is obviously playing it off as a joke. right after he says that, jensen puts his fingers against his mouth, as if to shut himself up. i know that a lot of people don’t wanna read too much into body language but hey, i am writing an analysis here so work with me for a sec: i think that could be a subconscious decision to listen to what misha is telling him to do, which ties into the d/s dynamics i’ve mentioned earlier. 

i know people always go crazy when misha goes ‘what did i tell him’ [5m19s] and jensen whispers in his ear. i personally think misha probably told him about the fact that they booked kansas the band, but it’s still pretty telling that that is how misha would react to the question if something he told him is public knowledge. evidently that goes to show that there is enough that misha tells jensen that cannot be shared with the public, which i thought is interesting. 

now that i am watching it again, the ‘j*red would have just said it’ comment kind of stumbles around in my brain asking me to dissect it. let’s just say that i wouldn’t be surprised if they were both thinking back on the many, many times that j*red put his foot in his mouth and made a suggestive comment about jensen and misha’s relationship. 

god i just cringed [6m14s] watching jensen interact with that first girl who asked a question and he just goes off on her about how twins are cool and misha is shaking his head lord oh lord and that is the minute daniella decides that hey maybe they need even more alcohol lmfaoooo it’s a lot. poor misha i genuinely feel bad for him.

and then he goes ‘real men have twins’ and looks at misha and misha is still not having it so he goes ‘it’s just a shirt’ like girl (gn) pleASE that’s husband behavior, yet again, why else would he feel the need to clarify it. ‘look babe don’t be mad or jealous i don’t mean anything by it, it’s just a shirt’ i hate him. 

i just know misha would have wanted to take the apple juice away from jensen lmao. 

one of the moments [9m35s] that always stands out to me is when they go ‘that’s why we don’t bring steven’ ‘that’s right, that’s why he’s not allowed’ idk how to explain it but the way that just flows out of them so naturally feels very coupley for some reason.

i think we can all agree that jensen’s reaction [12m22s] to misha’s ‘i always wear orange underwear’ story is completely fake, right? because there is no way he didn’t know that, and his reaction was very exaggerated. plus, the little gesture to make misha show his underwear? bitch, please. whipped. there was also exactly zero reason for him to come that close to misha in order to inspect the color of his underwear.

the one thing that i wonder about, though, is why misha didn’t know jensen was wearing the famous underbear briefs? but as i am writing this i realise that even if they slept in the same hotel room, there are obviously a few different possible reasons why misha didn’t know what underwear jensen was wearing that day: either jensen showered and changed in the bathroom, so by the time he faced misha again he was fully dressed, or misha had to leave their hotel room earlier than jensen, or jensen changed while misha showered, etc etc. 

in any case……. jensen dropping trou in the middle of this fucking panel? absolutely batshit insane, 10/10 thank you for your service nesnej. 

this [13m54s] is where shit really starts to hit the fan. jensen is OUT OF CONTROL. the long stares??? the ‘rawr’s??? ‘you didn’t even get the full picture’??? (sidenote i would love to know what misha whispered to him right after).

OKAY so. when the girl mentions j*red and jensen goes all Knowing What’s Up and says ‘oh he has had a rough time today. misha kept us up way too late last night. *glances at misha* rrrrrrr’ listen. the only reason i am not reading too much into this is because i do not believe they had a threesome with j*red but also the way he said it was very sus and my mind can’t help but wonder if they were disgustingly flirty and way too touchy feely in front of j*red whilst drunk and honestly that’s probably the case.

of course this is followed [15m15s] by the insane man saying ‘by the way they go down to here’??? and the potentially whispered ‘i’ll show you later’?????? sir i have a lot of questions. number one: how dare you? 

bless this next person for this question, because she starts her sentence with: ‘people who have been together for a long time…’ i actually already made a post about this once so i implore you all to read that because i still stand by what i said in there.

it is of course followed by them both not being able to think about ANYTHING appropriate to say to the question if there is anything they only do in front of each other that doesn’t involve pants. and then misha goes ‘why don’t i just share a private moment that we had’ and jensen’s first instinct is to say ‘shit’. i mean. i am merely perceiving. 

this is the moment we realise that it has been quite The Day for them, but especially for jensen, because he has been emotional earlier in the day. which, again, could explain his demeanor during the panel. trying to distract himself. notice that he gets up and shakes his legs again and goes for a drink the second misha starts to tell the story: coping mechanisms aka distraction, just like he did at the start of the panel. 

the moment where he goes ‘it’s hitting me now. shit.’ really solidifies this theory for me, that he has been acting like a goofy drunken guy all panel, in order to drown out the emotions he felt that afternoon, but alas. once he started to talk about it, it still all came back to him. 

i will say this though: it kind of warms my heart that he was so touched by the fact that the fandom spawned something good. makes me feel slightly less dumb for forming parasocial relationships with that man. only slightly, but still. 

misha going ‘god he’s so grouchy’ [25m32s]? say it with me, folks: husband behavior. once again misha tries to talk jensen down and jensen listens (sort of). say it with me, folks: d/s behavior. and RIGHT after that jensen walks towards misha with this intense fucking stare in his eyes that makes me feel like i am intruding, and then after he gets another drink (nesnej, why?) he just. gently massages misha’s neck and shoulder before draping his arm around him? and his hand lingers when he goes to grab the keychain? okay. 

insert the famous ‘when in rome’ debacle lmao misha was so done with jensen by then it’s so hilarious. the funny thing is that misha says ‘what i mean is show each other our underwear, nothing weird. you can’t look at me like that, because of what you did’, while the question was ‘what would dean and cas do in rome’ and not ‘what would jensen and misha do in rome’ but clearly, once again, the actors cannot make a distinction between the two. interesting :) it also wouldn’t surprise me if jensen has told him to tone down the dean/cas answers but now that jensen decided to fully flash him on stage misha is like ‘sorry but i am not playing by your rules after what you did’ lmao. of course, jensen’s reaction is to go back to parting his legs for misha, like he is challenging him. i mean. you can’t make this shit up. 

am i the only one who thinks that jensen might be thinking dirty thoughts when misha repeats ‘what would dean and cas do’ [27m50s]? because like. that’s quite a face he is making.

when he says ‘i don’t know how to answer that’ and misha agrees, idk, for some reason i get the feeling that that’s in the sense of ‘i don’t know how to answer that in a way that won’t get our fans’s hopes up because we know what they would want and we know what we would answer but we can’t go there’. 

i really feel like the final straw for daniella was the way that jensen reacted to that last question like he was gonna have another breakdown lmao and that’s why the rest of the cast and crew were pushed onto the stage prematurely. because when you think about it, it’s a pretty rude thing to do when somebody is still answering a question? but okay. 

listen - the last 6 minutes of this panel are so chaotic sdjfhsjh the only thing i can conclude from it is that jensen is hella drunk but we’ve been knew. his mood changes by the fucking second. i love him and his little dance and how he sits down on the stage. i feel like i might be jensen coded when i am drunk. i too get slutty and unpredictable. 

so anyways long story short: jensen was hella drunk and wanted to provoke misha, it worked, they had hot sweaty sex after this panel, and the fact that jensen got drunk enough to entrust misha with taking care of shit during the panel makes me very emotional for some reason, and i just love them a lot. thank you for coming to my ted talk. 

[dojolarusso]

daniel larusso's outfits megapost

hello, loves! i'm just gonna go through the movies and make a few comments on all of daniel's outfits. give or take a few that i may have missed, but i tried to get them all. they will also (mostly) be in chronological order.

so here goes. if you wanna read my ramblings, look under the cut!

okay, here goes. the first time we see our daniel. not my fave. but when i first watched thses movies, i was instantly attracted to him lmao. he was my first celeb crush at like age 12/13 and he still is as a 59 year old man now..

the beach wear is nice but not one of my favourites. 

v cute when he adds the red hoodie though. definitely his colour

this look is one of my favourites, vvvv nice and he does actually look really cool. the red checkers are real nice - i am very much a fan of anything plaid/checkered/flannel, so i always love it on him. i would wear this for sure, glasses included

his gym wear, we see twice.. another fan favourite, i believe. i prefer it without the jacket though

probably my least favourite out of the movies. not a fan of the orange, daniel

the yellow shirt was really nice, he looks very good in this with his very pretty bruise too. we only get to see this outfit for like a minute though :(

the red jacket -  very very nice. he is stunning in this scene

this one always has a lot of different opinions. personally, i really like it and it's one of my favourite outfits of his. he makes the colliding patterns work, right? and the whump adds to the look. he wears the same pants when he's trimming his bonsai tree with miyagi too.

this is another one of my faves but we see it for literally 4/5 seconds because he's trying to avoid ali. it's vvv cute.

he usually wears his flannel buttoned up, but here, he wears it open and i get writer or artist vibes from him here too

another fave.

look at himmmmm. or...... it. lmao

hi beautiful boy

okay, and this scene after the fight, wearing the same shirt and looking so so comfy and cosy (despite the whump). i just wanna cuddle him so bad in this scene

guess what? another favourite outfit.. in fact, the rest of the outfits from part 1 are in my favourites. he looks v good. the blue and white checks are one of the best ones he wears.

this little moment where miyagi puts on the headband... doesn't it feel like some very monumental moment? like when someone in your family passes down a watch or piece of jewelry, or just any kind of item with meaning. it feels special and it's very nice too. the fact that this scene was improvised by pat oo, and then the headband became a statement.. amazing. also, i was curious about the pattern, and looked some stuff up, so if you didn't already know - it's a japanese hand towel or handkerchief, called a 'tenugui'. they are usually used to dry hands, sweat, etc (never for blowing your nose though), but they can also be used to wrap things, to give gifts, as belts etc. so hopefully that's something new for some of you to learn today. also! how sweet that ralph still has one of them!!

okay, enough on that.. the next one.. the green/navy kinda flannel, also very nice on him! the whump!!!

the date night outfit is basically and example of how i dress whenever i'm not working or living in hoodies. very lush

this could be my top favourite if there wasn’t so many. the headband around his neck, the plaid, the smiles, the background... it all adds up and it’s stunningly gorg

this one is like, probably one of the most popular, no? it's like one of the first pictures you see if you search daniel larusso on anything. he looks angelic

this one is pretty too! it's like he knew he would be painting or something because the outfit sort of gives off artist vibes again

these are probably the same shorts that he wore to the beach party, right? listen, he was the same age here, that i am now and just, like... turn around, daniel, pls :)

okay, fine..

look at that background.. so pretty.. and so is the main subject :)

his birthday outfit is him in a sweater, so of course, i love it very much. the hat just makes it that much more adorable too

then he tries on the gi for the first time.. gorgeous

this jacket is really nice.. one of my top faves! i would probably buy a jacket like this

the plaid he wears just before the tournament.. pretty pretty

the gi!! it's very hard to pick an all time favourite, but this is very close to being it. idk what it is but i just really enjoy him in it.

and the patch is really really cool

first outfit of part 2... a top fave. another outfit that is pretty much an example of what i wear a lot

not a fan, not a fan. the colour of his prom suit is nice, but it's not his best look

it looks slightly better without the jacket though

not a fan of this striped shirt either

it seems like part 1 was a lot of plaid/flannel and part 2 is a lot of stripes.

he wears this shirt a few times throughout this movie..

the pink shirt is quite cute, and he's a lil cutie during this scene meeting yukie

this scene is very sad, but the outfit is very good. wish we'd seen this at some other point

one of everyone's favourites. yesyesyes. very, very nice.

damn, he looks good. the peaking shoulder and the shirt blowing in the wind. yesyesyes. very, very nice.

just... yes.

he wears that tank top again a little later too!

more stripes, very cute

i've realised that a lot of you love red on him and i happen to very much agree.

gorgeous

then here's the shirt that kumiko gifts to him. also, very very nice

the pink checkered shirt - he wears this for the cermony, then through the storm, up until this moment.. again, it's another that i really like

bet you've been waiting for this one, huh?

or maybe you scrolled down to it because you wanted to see what i would say.. hm? haha

it's actually shiny just so nice. the bonsai is so cool too. and it matches with miyagi's grey version

anyways, if he didn't have so so so many good outfits then this would be my all time favourite. he is radiant. the little bonsais on the front are so sweet!!! ugh, i just love bonsai trees too, i guess

this is like the only full shot of it, unless you use something from the actual fight

had to include this glorious, perfect smile and moment. ugh, just look at him.. stare at it for a moment and enjoy his beauty and the very nicely done whump goodness

okay, you done staring? good, because we're onto the final movie... part 3

these three shirts are some of the few that i like in part 3. the blue is cool

the yellow is nice

the red is pretty

this puffy jacket appears a lot in this part, and i don't really like it

this shirt is one that miyagi gifted to him, very nice.. and i think it's actually very similar to one that miyagi wears in the first movie too

the sweaters. oh, the sweaters. he looks so good in them. this grey one with the red pants.. gorgeous

such a pretty man

he just looks so comfy and cuddly, pls

ugh, precious angel

i can't decide if i like the grey or dark blue one more, but they are both really nice and two of my favourite colours which is part of the reason why

come and cuddle me, pls

this has to be the same outfit he worse while running with jessica, only with the joggers rolled up a little.. v cute

this was a nice outfit! despite the heartbreaking moment that comes right after. i think he really suits red.. and blue 

this jacket, he wears it a few times with different shirts. i actually love this one. it has like a plaid/check inlay which is really cool - i want it.

i prefer it like this though, with the collared shirt and sweater

and finally, we have the gi again. a classic, one of his best best looks ever.

if you would like to use these screencaps, please feel free, but just tag me somewhere because it truly tok a long time to get them all/edit/sort etc :)

[tsukifanbase]

Obey Me! Brothers Visit MC During Autumn: Lucifer, Mammon, and Belphie

Authors Note: i'm thinking I might make this a series, like at the beginning of every season just something similar to this 👀 sorry I haven't written much lately! school's taking up pretty much all my time nowadays-- anywhosie, enjoy! [ also s p o i l e r s] (oh btw this is gonna take place after mc leaves devildom for the summer, before they come back to devildom) lmk if yall want pt 2 with the other characters

Warnings: fluff, bruh absolute just fluff everywhere like so much, mb a lil bit of angst but that's what all my writing is like so hehe

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Lucifer

- i feel like lucifer would’ve visited you in the human realm before

- like probably sometime over the summer, but he hadn’t seen you in a while and he was starting to miss his favorite human :(

- not like he’d ever admit to that

- i don’t think luci would really be the type to wait until you summoned him for something, if he wants to make sure you’re okay, he’s gonna come see you lmao

- anyways

- lucifer had been staring out the window for quite a while- he had been doing paperwork, but somehow even when you were in a different realm, you managed to disrupt him

- he chuckled to himself at that thought, then sighed

- you had been rather difficult to focus around, always getting yourself into trouble

- luci couldn’t catch a break when you went to RAD

- he missed you

- a lot

- lucifer glanced back at his desk, where he had been working just moments before

- his eyes landed on an unsigned piece of paper that had your name on it

- you could come back home if he got you to sign it

- in truth, lucifer hadn’t really thought about finding a way to get you back to devildom. he certainly missed you, but the idea that he could actually arrange your return just hadn’t hit him yet

- until three days prior, when the sheet with your name on it appeared on his desk

- lucifer had a sneaking suspicion who put it there

- it was diavolo let’s be real

- the real mystery was why lucifer hadn’t gone to bring you the permission slip already

- he had waited- it had been three days, and he couldn’t make up his mind if he wanted to go give it to you

- lucifer didn’t want to put you in the position of having to choose between your life in the human realm or your life in devildom

- but he missed you

- and so, luci checked his watch to make sure it wasn’t three in the morning, then grabbed the permission slip before making his way outside 

- it would be okay to be selfish, just this once, right?

- lucifer arrived at your home at four in the afternoon, you weren’t there

- so he found a way to open the door, bruv you hid the key under the doormat he didn’t really have a hard time lmao 

- you walked into your bedroom at nearly quarter past four and immediately flopped onto your bed

- you didn’t even notice that lucifer was watching from your desk in the corner of your room

- he walked over to you and stared at you

- bro he literally didn’t say anything, he just waited ahaha thats not creepy

- lucifer crossed his arms over his chest and you finally looked up 

- your eyes locked and you quietly asked, “luci?”

- lucifer narrowed his gaze at you and answered you with an, “mhm?”

- and then you freaked out, because honestly you half thought you were hallucinating or something, you jumped up to give lucifer a hug

- don’t get me wrong here, i have the intense feeling that lucifer doesn’t like hugs, but i also have the intense feeling that you and the occasional brother are the exception to that rule

- so

- when you clasped your arms around him, luci barely hesitated in returning the gesture

- he pulled you close, like he never wanted to let go again

- you eventually pulled back to ask why he had come to visit you

- it wasn’t like he didn’t visit often, just usually he had a reason to, even if it was just because he wanted to check up on you

- oh and all that nerve luci had about being selfish for once in his lifetime, yeah that was gone XD

- so your question kinda caught him off guard, like it just seemed like he forgot because for a hot sec he was just staring at you like, ‘uh huh im sorry what was that?’

- when he didn’t answer, you took the lead

- “do you wanna go to the fall festival with me?”, you asked, a bright grin spreading across your face

- and obviously luci knew what a fall festival was, he just didn’t really see your request coming

- but i mean he nodded so lmao

- pretty soon y’all were walking down the street, stopping at random carts at the festival to look at autumn themed stuff

- luci didn’t have human money, so every time he showed a vague interest in something and you offered to buy it for him, he would start squabbling about not wanting you to spend your money and blah blah

- you’d wait until he started walking away from the cart and then buy it for him anyways ;)

- somehow along the way, lucifer suggested you guys hold hands to stay together in the crowd uh huh yeah right lmao

- it was nearing the end of the festival when you remembered there was a park down the street, so you turned to luci and asked, “mind if i show you something?”

- he agreed and you guys started walking down the street, and lemme say the park kinda blew lucifer’s mind

- he was aware that leaves on trees changed colors depending on the season, but he wasn’t expecting how beautiful they were 

- yellows, and oranges, some red, here and there

- and then he turned to look at you

- right at home, where you belonged

- wearing a shirt luci was pretty sure you stole from him, sipping warm apple cider

- the most beautiful thing in that entire park was you, he was sure of it

- lucifer felt the permission slip crinkle in his pocket, and he made up his mind about showing it to you

- he wasn’t going to

- “lucifer, are you okay?”, you sounded concerned, and you brought the hand that had been holding his own to brush a piece of his hair out of his face

- lucifer smiled at you, really smiled, and then replied, “yes, my dear, i’m quite all right”

Mammon

- ok so u guys remember when about two minutes ago i said lucifer wasn’t the type to wait until you summoned him

-well let’s give mammon some credit where it’s due

- he triedd to wait until you summoned him

- bb is many things but he is not patient XD

- ok lets get into it

- mammon was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling

- he wasn’t really thinking about anything?? but he had been sitting there for like an hour lmao

- asmo and satan were standing in the doorway like, ‘is he okay? does he need a doctor?’

- since usually when people think of mammon they do not think, ah yes his normal activity of... doing nothing?

- then out of nowhere, mammon sat up and his brothers quickly fled the scene to avoid being caught lmao

- mammon got a big grin on his face, and he strut out of his room to go bother you

- he had gotten into the habit of going to find you whenever he was bored or lonely

- he arrived at your bedroom, and just before his fist hit the door to knock, he realized that you weren’t in there

- that you weren’t even in devildom

- mammon barely hesitated before spinning on his heel and heading to lucifer’s office

- he wasn’t even really conscious of what he was doing, but mammon knew why he was about to go ask to visit you

- he needed you, more than he ever truly realized

- when you arrived at your apartment that afternoon, you were greeted by your landlord in the lobby, he informed you that there was a strange man sitting outside of your apartment, who was insisting that he needed to see you

- you practically dropped the grocery bag you were holding, nodded to your landlord, thanked him, and then began sprinting towards your apartment

- mammon was sitting in front of your door, staring down at his hands, he didn’t even notice that you had walked up to him

- you immediately noticed something was off with him, so you dropped to your knees to bring him into a hug, “what’s wrong?”

- he smiled to himself as he wrapped his arms around you, “nuthin'”, now that you were with him

- after you both relished in being reunited, you hopped up and grinned at him, “you’ve got perfect timing!”

- you went to unlock your apartment door, and pointed at the grocery bag that you had abandoned on the floor- it was full of apples

- mammon stood and picked up the bag for you, “apples?”, he questioned, he wasn’t really familiar with human cuisine but it seemed a little bit strange to just buy a massive bag of apples

- “i’m gonna make desert!”, you opened the door and walked into your apartment, then closed the door behind mammon, “and you’re gonna help me”

- the smile you gave him made his heart melt

- he had missed you so much

- “pfffff, why would i do that?”, mammon’s cheeks were flushed red, he crossed his arms and looked away from you, trying to hide his embarrassment 

- you were grabbing something out of your cabinet, it looked like sugar, “because”, you smiled at him 

- “what kind of reason is that-”

- he helped you make the apple pie lmao

- mammon lifted a bite of the pie up to his face to look at it, “what even is this?” 

- he wasn’t asking in a mean way, he just genuinely didn’t know what he was looking at lol

- “just try it! i promise you’ll like it!”, you told him from the kitchen, you were putting away ingredients

- mammon huffed, and you gave him an offer he couldn’t refuse

- “if you try it, i’ll give you a present”, he immediately tried the dessert

- greedy boi

- mammon thought it was delicious, but he wasn’t about to tell you that, “i guess it’s alright, now you’re gonna gimme something?” 

- you nodded and walked over to where he was sitting, “hey, what’re ya doin’?”, you gave him a peck on the cheek

- mammon fell silent for a second, and then his face burst into flames as he watched you grin and return to putting things away

- and honestly that was the best gift you could’ve given him

Belphie

- ok so im sorry but belphie is definitely the type of demon to wait for you to summon him

- i don’t make the rules XD

- he is tired boy, and while he may love and care about you a lot, going to the human realm takes a lotttttttt of energy lmao

- like he has to walk allllllll the way to lucifer’s office and ugh just like no too much work

- so anyways lmao

- you hadn’t really planned on summoning bel at all

- you were lying in bed, a lazy morning like so many you had shared together

- this one was more beautiful than any you had ever experienced before

- the leaves were changing colors just outside your window, the sunlight of a late morning breaching your bedroom through the leaves, and hitting your face

- the weather had gotten colder recently, so you had added more blankets to your bed to accommodate

- or maybe you were trying to make up for the loss of your cuddle buddy

- either way, you were wrapped securely in blankets

- and everything seemed perfect

- except you were missing the best part of sleeping in, of staying in bed until the early afternoon

- you were missing your best friend

- so you decided to change that

- you barely had to think about how to summon him, one second, he wasn’t there, and the next, belphie was lying on top of you

- he was sleeping, as usual

- bel clutched you tight in his sleep, mumbling something about missing you under his breath

- he was dreaming about you

- because as little energy he had to go visit, that didn’t mean that belphie didn’t miss you

- in fact, nearly every day since you left devildom, bel had complained to beel about how cold his bed was

- bel had trouble sleeping for a while after you left, unbelievable, but true

- he had grown so accustomed to falling asleep every night to the sound of your breath, your scent, your warmth

- belphie opened his eyes mid afternoon, he realized why he had been sleeping so soundly when he glanced down to see who he was hugging

- your eyes were closed and he assumed you were asleep

- bel sighed blissfully and hugged you tighter, pressing a kiss to your head

- “i missed you”, he mumbled into your hair

- “i missed you too, bel”

[lizbotw]

Kageyama, Tanaka, and Daichi When Their Younger Sister is Dating Someone from the Volleyball Team

Anonymous said:

Hello can you please write hcs for how Kageyama, Tanaka, and Daichi would react to finding out that their younger sister is dating someone from the volleyball team ? I feel like they’d have the most reaction from the team lol

they definitely would have a big reaction, i agree with you!!! this was really funny to think about aha. lots of protective big bro headcanons ahead! i hope you like them because i spent a bit too much time on them and they almost morphed into actual scenarios lmao so please let me know what you think! ♡

Kageyama Tobio

This idiot is so focused on himself and volleyball that he would barely even think to worry about what was going on in your life.

Sure, you guys shared snippets of your day as you tossed a volleyball back and forth in your backyard during the evenings, but most of the time he was so tired from afternoon practice that he just wanted to eat dinner and crash (you had to shake him awake and drag him out of bed several times to remind him to do his homework because you were just that nice to him ♡ he didn’t seem to appreciate it though).

You didn’t always need verbal communication though because the comfortable silences of your walks home and the way you always slipped each other snacks whenever one of you was up late (you usually studying for a test the next day while he was just staying up late for the novelty of it all—laying down in bed and tossing a volleyball above his head, watching volleyball videos, staring out the window dramatically thinking about volleyball… you get the idea).

For all you knew about each other and your routines, Tobio seemed unable to even think about change in a context that included you—you were his little sister and it would always stay that way, and he was caught up in his own life and the changes he had to go through to grow. You were meant to be a constant.

That’s probably why he was the last person to expect you getting in a relationship—and with someone from his team no less.

Popping your head into the gym one day—holding a bag of meat buns you had bought for him and he had forgotten on the counter at home—turned into a regular routine once his teammates seemed to take a liking to you.

They bombarded you with teasing questions about the “King” and his personal life, and you were asked how it felt to be “royalty” (“Nice one, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi snickered at some point in response to that).

You stole glances out of the corner of your eye at Tobio aggressively chugging water on the sidelines and hiding his flustered face, finding him looking back at you intently. You gave him a knowing smile and it was as though another silent pact was formed.

You made small jabs at your brother as you joked around with the teammates, but you always steered the conversation away from topics you just knew he would throw a volleyball at your head later for answering.

Lighthearted conversations were always expected when you paid short visits to the gym, and the overexcited members always immediately abandoned their drills to talk to you, earning them quite the earful from Coach Ukai, although that never seemed to stop them.

But then your visits started getting longer and longer until suddenly you were staying for the entire afternoon practice sessions whenever you had time and even helping with manager duties on the side. You had always gone to your brother’s games (he forced you to come, even if you protested that you had already made plans with your friends that day) so you weren’t all that interested in what he was up to because you had dealt enough with his self-obsessed phase in middle school.

However, you were interested in Tobio’s latest move—just not the Tobio part. The infamous quick was now all yours to see up close and while the genius setting abilities of your brother came at no surprise to you, you couldn’t help but go slack jawed every time you saw the energetic orange-haired boy Tobio always bickered with leaping into the air.

(Actually, you were still in awe of your brother, but you were reluctant to admit it and inflate his ego so you stayed quiet. Also, you wanted to take the time to admire other volleyball players too, not the same one you had been cheering for for years. Tobio seemed to understand your emotions without you needing to explain them though and didn’t take them to heart—you two just knew things like that about one another.)

The game moved fast, as volleyball had the tendency to do, but even as you watched the practice matches and drills, your eyes locked onto the short player each and every time he sprung into the air, hair flying and arm drawn back for a powerful spike.

Hinata Shouyou—his name was about all the useful information you got out of Tobio when you asked him later during the walk home before he went back to complaining about how Hinata can’t do this and Hinata can’t do that. You rolled your eyes and tuned him out—just sibling things, you know.

Thank God he had told you that at least because you had embarrassingly forgotten a majority of the team’s names after they hurriedly introduced themselves when they first met you and then never made an effort to remind you of their names afterwards.

Hinata wasn’t the only one you had your eyes on though.

Tsukishima Kei—tall and blonde with a feisty attitude that was strangely alluring, mainly because he managed to get under Tobio’s skin almost better than you ever could. His blocks were clearly calculated, and his demeanor was cool and effortless, or snarky when he wanted it to be. His height definitely helped his cause (both in volleyball and in you noticing him).

The first year Tobio seemed to talk to the least was Yamaguchi Tadashi, but only because he wasn’t a regular in the volleyball rotation and Tobio tended to have a one track mind that included not paying attention to those he didn’t need to. You saw the boy practicing his floating serves though and you were instantly hooked. The way the ball effortlessly fluttered to the ground once he served it over the net? Way cooler than whatever Tobio was doing (once again, an exaggeration, but you didn’t want to fawn over your older brother that already knew he was a genius). You couldn’t believe you had been missing out on seeing all this action just because Yamaguchi wasn’t a regular.

Since Tobio was constantly stirring up trouble with the others in his grade, you ended up getting to know the other three pretty well at first, but soon you become well acquainted with the other players and the upperclassmen.

The older members of the club moved with a certain grace and sureness that came from pure experience with the sport for so long, and you were drawn to the way they built up a solid foundation for the underclassmen, filling the holes where Tobio and the others stumbled and made mistakes.

The entire team was amazing to you. It was breathtaking to watch them play now that you weren’t bound to sitting in the stands at some tournament, and you found your eyes darting about constantly throughout the game.

Everyone there was definitely amazing, each in their own special way. This is what Tobio had been keeping you from when he said not to come to his practices because he thought you’d just get in the way?

You made sure to let Tobio know how lame you thought he was afterwards and he gave you a punch in your arm in reply as he sipped from a milk box on your walk home, scowling before turning back contently to focus on his drink.

You admiration of the Karasuno boys wasn’t one-sided at all though, and they thought you were an absolute joy to be around, whether it be your helpful nature when it came to offering your assistance to Kiyoko (Tanaka and Nishinoya were especially a fan of that one), your sweetness in complementing them whenever they perfected a technique, or the way you could easily joke around with them as though you had known them from the start. Even Tsukishima had to admit you weren’t that bad.

If you were dating Hinata, Tobio would most likely find out when Hinata kept messing up his quicks whenever you were watching—wanting to impress you but also getting too overexcited and losing focus. Cue the arguing between them until Tsukishima made a snide comment about Hinata wanting to impress his girlfriend—you.

“What the hell? No??? Why would you even say that about my sister, you idiot?” Now Tobio was all up in Tsukishima’s face, eyebrows furrowed in anger. “She would never date a dumbass like him, right?” At that he turned to you, ready for your instant confirmation—but then you hesitated and he started to get worried. “Right?” he asked again, this time almost pleadingly.

Tsukishima snickered at your brother’s crestfallen expression when you shook your head, not knowing how else to answer, and Tobio knew it was all over. He snatched Hinata up by the collar of his shirt faster than lightning and shook him in the air, yelling at him because what the fuck.

Hinata managed to wiggle out of Tobio’s grasp and shoved him back, saying that you actually liked him and it’s not like he blackmailed you or anything so what’s the big deal.

The rest of the team had to break up the fight before it got out of hand and the two of them had to be separated for a while to cool down. During all of this, Tsukishima was standing next to you, watching with an amused expression while you were simply in shock because you had no idea what had just happened.

Tobio bombarded you with a lot of questions on the walk home about why Hinata of all people and you had to explain to him that you don’t get to chose who you love because if you did you wouldn’t choose someone you knew would deliberately piss him off (he thought that was pretty stupid because just like he chose to play volleyball, you could choose not to date Hinata—sigh, he really doesn’t understand these things).

Tobio and Hinata had a lot of competitions after that to settle it once and for all who you liked better out of both of them.

(“She chose to date me, dummy!” Hinata would shout.)

(“I’m literally her brother! I’ve known her longer!” came Tobio’s reply, slightly out of breath because their latest competition involved seeing who could run the farthest and the fastest—as if that was an accurate representation of how much you liked someone.)

Tobio would keep a careful eye on Hinata and you, and there would definitely be lots of bickering between the two, although that was normal.

He would mellow out at some point and become less intense about trying to get rid of Hinata and break you two up, but if you two ever showed PDA in front of him Tobio would make sure to grumble and huff as he watched it happened, or turn away and cross his arms—if you ignored him, he would just keep doing it louder until you noticed and were forced to stop because talk about mood ruiner.

When Tobio is just completely over it and is just like ‘whatever, I guess this is happening now,’ he’ll actually tell Hinata that he… kind of trusts him with you, and Hinata would be all shiny eyed and sparkly at the complement and reassure him that he’ll do his best to always keep you happy.

There may even be a time where you’re feeling sad, perhaps after a fight, and Hinata hesitates—wondering if he should run after you, if he should bother pursuing you, if you even really want to see him again—and Tobio would be there, arms crossed and raising one eyebrow as he looks down at him.

“What are you waiting for? Go after her, stupid.”

Hinata, lost expression being replaced with one of surprise, would shift to peer up at him. “Wha- You really mean it?”

Tobio would turn away, forcing the grumpiest expression on his face possible. “Well, yeah… you’re her boyfriend. That’s your job. She wouldn’t listen to me anyway.”

With Hinata’s spirit reinvigorated, he was quick to run off after your retreating figure, shouting back at Tobio that he won’t let him down. Your brother couldn’t help but crack a smile at that.

For the love of God, do not date Tsukishima if you don’t want Tobio to disown you.

Tsukishima wouldn’t really care much about being public with your relationship—to him, who knows knows, and who doesn’t just doesn’t, simple as that. And it wasn’t like you were itching to tell your brother you were basically dating his arch nemesis (okay, that’s dramatic, but it felt like your life had become some dramatic secret—a soap opera brought to life —and you were living a double life by keeping this a secret from your brother), so Tobio basically knew nothing for quite a while. Tsukishima also didn’t show too much PDA in general so your brother remained oblivious.

That is until Tobio and Tsukishima got into another argument and Tsukishima was getting so annoyed that he just let it slip, using it as leverage to get a leg up on Tobio.

Tobio immediately clammed up and went stone-faced, mainly just at the mere thought of that, not because he was accepting it as his reality. But then he watched Tsukishima’s smirk grow and he broke out of his trance, definitely being like, “What the fuck??? She’s not dating you and I will beat you up for saying that you fucking idiot.”

Tsukishima found it sooo funny how Tobio was fuming and gave you a smug look from the sidelines. Oh boy, Tobio did not like that and was like, “Hey??? I’m talking to you, pay attention to me and don’t look at her!!! I bet she hates you!!!”

Even Hinata wanted to get in on the action, and of course Yamaguchi didn’t want his best friend to get ganged up on so he stepped in and started listing off all off Tsukishima’s good qualities that were definitely likable enough to date him.

It was getting embarrassing just how much Tsukishima had made Tobio lose his cool, so you had to step in and diffuse the situation, although no one could step away from the argument until they knew the truth so, begrudgingly, you told them that yes, you were dating Tsukishima. That didn’t really help much though because Tobio was still losing it and arguing with Yamaguchi because Tsukishima didn’t feel the need to defend himself and now Hinata was asking you if Tsukishima had blackmailed you into saying that.

To pour gas on the already flaming and wildly out of control fire, Tsukishima went up to you while the others were distracted and gave you a kiss on the forehead right in front of everyone—absolutely no shame. Oh my god, it was a whole mess and a half and everything was falling apart.

You have no idea how, but everyone calmed down at some point, although there was a lot of tension as practice continued. Things were fairly back to normal the next day once everyone had time to sleep on the issue and come to terms with it on their own.

Tsukishima loves throwing it in Tobio’s face and it’s horrible, yes, but you have to admit it’s sort of funny at times and you still love your boyfriend regardless.

Tobio goes back to hating Tsukishima even more for a while (and they had been making some progress with their relationship too so talk about a major step back), but after a while of silently fuming in his room every day for almost two weeks, he’s mostly normal again. Definitely still eyes Tsukishima suspiciously whenever he so much as looks in your direction though and reminds you that you were not supposed to date until you were like fifty (you had never agreed to or even heard of that rule before for that matter so that was a nice surprise).

Generally expect Tobio to give you guys a hard time for way too long before he sees some instance of Tsukishima actually being very caring and helping you out of an emotional rut whenever Tobio is unavailable to do so, and then his opinion of your boyfriend shifts into a somewhat favorable light. Don’t expect too much from him though.

And, well, if you were with Yamaguchi? That’s a little too close to Tsukishima for Tobio’s liking, but at least it’s slightly better.

There’s literally no way Tobio would really find out unless one of you explicitly told him. Yamaguchi might confide in Tsukishima about his relationship and there might be a chance Tsukishima uses it against Tobio in an argument, but generally he would probably decide that it’s not his place to say anything.

Tobio already doesn’t interact with Yamaguchi all that much anyway and their relationship is mostly fine (minus the times he joins Tsukishima in being a major pain in Tobio’s ass), so there’s no chance of your boyfriend blurting it out on his own in the heat of the moment either. He’s also too shy for PDA most of the time, so everything is very much hidden.

It actually starts to get ridiculous when you’ve been dating for months though and Tobio still hasn’t realized. You decide that it’s important for your brother and your boyfriend to be on better terms with each other if this relationship was going to last—which you most certainly hoped it would—so you were forced to take matters into your own hands.

Sitting Tobio down at the kitchen table, all serious with your hands neatly folded in front you, you would break the news. Tobio’s fidgeting and complaining about how this was stupid and why couldn’t you just talk to him in his room, ugh, would all fall away instantly while he processes the news.

“…Really?”

“Yeah.”

Tobio would still argue with Tsukishima whenever he was with both you and Yamaguchi, telling the blond to “back the fuck off, you overgrown bean sprout,” but he would also look to the root of the problem and take a special interest in harassing your timid boyfriend.

Although Tobio could be intimidating at times, Yamaguchi had seen it all before, so he does his best not to be freaked out when Tobio starts directing threatening glares at him instead of at Hinata or Tsukishima like normal.

After seeing that Yamaguchi is the pure definition of harmless though, Tobio would try not to keep a cold exterior, since his protectiveness didn’t seem to be doing much anyway because there was nothing to fix when it came to worrying about Yamaguchi hurting you, and would slowly try to get closer to your boyfriend. Forcing out compliments when it came to his serves, giving him little tips along the way, and making sure to greet him and bid him farewell every practice.

It was awkward at first because he was clearly trying to force the friendship for your sake, but when you told him to just be himself because he was freaking Yamaguchi out, that seemed to do the trick and it was now a mixture between his earlier aloof behavior and his newer friendly one. A happy medium.

Yamaguchi knew that he didn’t need shining compliments from Tobio every second of the day to know that he had accepted him as your boyfriend and he was fine with that—that was just how Tobio was—plus Yamaguchi was really here for you, not your brother, so it didn’t matter much anyway.

Things were pretty mild between them, although Tobio would occasionally let Yamaguchi know that he… appreciated (yes, he had to choke it out) what he was doing for you and all that jazz.

Dating one of the upperclassmen would be a much less chaotic affair, and you would probably go about things the “mature” way and tell Tobio about your relationship near the start, rather than waiting a long time like the Yamaguchi situation, or having someone else tell him like the Hinata and Tsukishima situations. The upperclassmen are also generally more mature than those in Tobio’s grade—even Tanaka and Nishinoya would have a bit of sanity in this situation—so they would say it’s up to you if and when you want to let your brother know.

When you tell him, Tobio will kind of blink at you for a bit, just absorbing that fact because you looked dead serious.

“Don’t think you can just boss me around during practice now.”

“I do that anyway, so shut up.”

He wouldn’t know what to say to your boyfriend—yeah, he wants to be all like don’t mess with my sister, but also they’re older than him and he’s supposed to be respectful or he’ll be forced to run extra laps as punishment while Hinata laughs at him from the sidelines—so the first few practices after you tell him just end up with him studying your boyfriend very intensely from across the gym while tightly clutching a volleyball. It’s very unnerving and your boyfriend begs you to talk some sense into Tobio because he is ruining their concentration so bad and Coach Ukai is definitely considering if he should have them do extra drills to make up for it and they do not want that.

In order to save your boyfriend from such a fate, you encourage both him and Tobio to talk it over. It consists of your boyfriend doing the typical upperclassmen thing of being very reassuring while at the same time being very overbearing with their intense presence and Tobio is sweating because this is your boyfriend, don’t say anything weird or you’ll hate him forever, just keep cool.

He’s not usually one to be that worried about this sort of thing, but no matter which upperclassmen it is and no matter what kind of relationship he had with them before, he’s going to be very stoic and try to come to terms with the fact that you’re actually dating them.

While your boyfriend is all like “Don’t worry! I’ll take care of her!” and “Sorry, I know this is a little weird, but I really do like her!,” Tobio’s like “mhm,” “yeah,” “okay” so to the untrained eye he seems very nonchalant about the whole thing, but internally his mind is working a mile a minute. He probably starts sweating a little and your boyfriend is like, “Uh, you okay?” and he’s just like “mhm, yeah,” while sweat starts dripping down his forehead and he feels like he’s going to go into cardiac arrest.

Rather than the conversation between the two consisting of Tobio asserting his dominance as your brother and threatening your boyfriend, it’s just him being forced to accept his fate while your boyfriend says his piece and is like “Wow, I’m so glad you’re okay with it!” at the end of it all.

You try to minimize PDA because your brother looks like he’s going to blow a fuse anytime he witnesses it and always turns away very embarrassed, blushing furiously. Come on, you can’t really blame him. Like when did his little sister grow up so fast? Uh, a long time ago, you moron, stop being so focused on yourself.

He makes an extra effort to ask more about your life now and wants to know everything, so now your usual routine silences or shallow talks have turned into midnight discussions either in one of your bedrooms, lightly tossing volleyball back and forth, or in the kitchen as you two sit at the table and binge eat snacks.

That actually helps him a lot with coming to terms that yes, you have your own life and it’s just as important as his volleyball one and that he should really make an effort to keep up with you. He feels really bad that it took him so long to realize that you were even dating someone and after getting your perspective on the matter, he comes to accept it, trusting them to do a good job because he’s seen what they can do on the court and for the team and has known them firsthand for quite a while.

Dating anyone on the team would have its fair share of ups and down and bumps in the road, but it’ll also be a great wake up call for your sometimes too-dense-for-words brother and actually end up strengthening your relationship in the long run, especially because now he knows you have someone reliable to lean on whenever he falls short.

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

Oh man, your entire life was just filled with him constantly butting into your personal life, playing the big scary guy at anyone who looked at you funny and always asking if there were any so called “punks” you wanted him to beat up (the answer was always a firm “Ryuu, no” because you didn’t want him to get in trouble, but you always looked at him with a sparkle of admiration in your eye at his bravery).

Just like with Saeko, he’d get embarrassed when you showed him affection sometimes, or would kick you out of his room if he had his friends over (your teasing revealed one too many embarrassing personal secrets of his that his friends made fun of him for ages for).

He still made his love clear through his protectiveness though and he wasn’t any stranger to giving you a good-natured pat on the head in public. Basically, as long as it didn’t ruin his tough guy appearance (he said that reputation was important and that he had to keep it up so that no one would even think about messing with you in the slightest), he would be very clear of his pride in your achievements and just how much you meant to him. This meant it was mainly at home or in private that he would flip the switch and give you hugs, or get started with comments of “look how much my pupil is growing” (you punched his arm when he said things like that, but you were always grinning when you did so).

(His overly affectionate moments were mainly to get back at you for teasing him in front of his friends and he gave you the same treatment, but he also really did mean it.)

He taught you how to be “tough” (hence the “pupil” nickname sometimes and the feeling he had of taking you under his wing) and you eagerly studied him with shining admiration because he was your cool older brother after all.

You were always in the know about each others lives and while he ranted to you about volleyball and school, you let him know about how you totally put some kid in their place today in class like he taught you to or if you needed his advice for things (as much as you liked to make fun of each other, you still looked up to him and his “worldly” experience that simply came from being older, plus he was very attentive when it came to solving problems in your life and giving you his input).

Finally the day came that you two were reunited and going to the same school once again when you started your first year at Karasuno. Ryuu gave you a pep talk before you went inside about what to expect of high schoolers and reminded you that the same rules still applied and that if you needed him to take anyone on for you he was just one floor away (he cracked his knuckles for good measure at that)—he reassured you that you were never too old to rely on your big bro.

Despite your protests, he decided to walk you to class on the first day, saying it was on his way to his own class anyway. He spent the walk bragging about how he was a second year now and how it was so nostalgic to walk in the first year halls now and how he remembered this and that in the hallways (he pointed to specific spots as he recalled the memories of sitting on the floor for lunch with his friends, or telling you something hilarious he spotted from the windows one day), and while you rolled your eyes and reminded him that he had been a first year just a few months ago (he shushed you when you said that), you listened with rapt interest, wondering what your own high school career would end up looking like. He also gave pointed glares to several students you passed by in the hallways, especially the guys, and made sure to loudly repeat how you must be so glad to have a second year who can fight as your older and protective brother, relishing in the way some of the first years gulped in fear.

It wasn’t long until you two reached your classroom, and you lingered just outside the doorway with him, ready to say your final goodbyes as you got ready to embark on your first day. However, when you turned to him, you realized he was looking at you strangely, his eyes sparkling with pride, but it also seemed like he was trying to hide his face from you.

“Ryuu? Are you… are you crying?” You had to try extra hard to keep yourself from bursting out laughing.

He dramatically turned his head away. “Of course not! Anyway I’ve, uh, got to go, so bye now! Have fun and trust no one!” And then he was off back down the hallways you had come from, ready to ascend the stairs and begin his own new school year.

He brought you to volleyball practice with him as soon as it began for the year, waiting for you outside of your classroom so he could lead you there and you wouldn’t get lost trying to find the gym. He wanted you to know where he was going to be spending a lot of his time outside of school in case you ever needed to find him, so he figured it would be best to let you know from the start, especially since they wouldn’t be doing much on the first day anyway.

“Hey guys!” he greeted the third years as he walked in, “I brought my sister with me, hope you don’t mind.” You followed after him somewhat timidly, not sure what the captain and vice captain he had told you so much about would be like.

Daichi and Sugawara were more than welcoming though and reassured both of you that it was fine. They asked about your interests and how your first year of high school was going so far. The duo was kind and funny, and you felt instantly at ease joining in with their antics.

You already knew the other second years from when Ryuu would have them over, so it was basically smooth sailing from then on in terms of you being friendly with everyone on the team.

That is, until the first years showed up and you had to watch the drama between them unfold—everything from Kageyama and Hinata’s initial disagreements once they realized they were on the same team, the entire storm that came with the duo of Tsukkishima and Yamaguchi, and, last but most certainly not least, the match between all of them.

Ryuu kept you updated about all of it, even letting you know of his plan of allowing Kagyeama and Hinata to use the gym before morning practice (you thought he was the coolest for taking a risk behind Daichi’s back to help the first years out), and you were so caught up in wondering how it would all turn out that he invited you to the match that Saturday.

Of course you were cheering for your brother once he was dragged in to be a part of the match and let him know afterwards how cool it was. You had been to his volleyball games before, but it was entirely different seeing them up close with everyone practicing.

You slowly began to spend more time with the boys’ volleyball team, always one to cheer on your brother and admire his skills, and once you got acquainted with Kiyoko, you began to help her out with simple manager duties in exchange—Ryuu always tried to use you as a gateway to talk to Kiyoko and having him be jealous of your friendship with her gave you a sense of triumph because you finally had something to hold over him.

You even became fast friends with Yachi once she joined the Karasuno crew due to you both being in the same grade and she became one of your favorite people to talk to whenever the day was particularly slow. You showed her the ropes of being a manager and gave her your own personal anecdotes about what it was like to be new to the team so she didn’t feel so nervous about the whole thing knowing that someone else was once in the same boat as her.

At last you were able to socialize properly with the first years now that their dispute had been settled and, similar to your experience with the rest of the team, you instantly took a liking to them, even if some of them were snarky or could be blunt sometimes (Kageyama and Tsukishima). You grew especially close to them since you were all in the same grade, although the upperclassmen still looked over you and you had a good relationship with all of them as well.

Ryuu would be able to tell right away if something was off with you once you started acting a little strange. He would be concerned and probably ask you what was wrong when you two were home and just hanging out on the couch, and since you’re so used to confiding everything in him, you end up blurting out that you were dating one of his teammates, immediately covering your mouth after and staring at him with wide eyes, unsure of what he would say.

All of the first years would need to watch their backs once he found out if it was one of them that you were dating.

“Seriously? Him?” he would ask in disbelief when you told him and shake his head. Then he would get all sentimental again and lean back, hands behind his head. “Ah, young love,” he would muse.

“Ryuu, shut up, you’re not that much older than me!”

Ryuu would constantly be lurking nearby anytime you were with your boyfriend, and during practices he would take a special interest in teasing them. Definitely glared at them a lot, gave them lots of scary faces, and threatened them whenever he had a chance during the beginning and found it hilarious if they ever seemed scared or uncomfortable. He kept that up until you told him to knock it off or else you would stop talking to him for a whole week (he can’t go that long without his little sister so he was basically forced to comply).

Tsukishima wouldn’t be all that phased by his threats anyway though so Ryuu would continue trying to intimidate him no matter what you said. (“What? Why do I need to stop? That kid needs someone to put him in his place!”)

Tsukishima wouldn’t really care at all about trying to appeal to Ryuu, but the any of the other first years would probably try to show that they were doing their best to be a good boyfriend so could he please stop looking like he wanted to murder them, please they are begging you.

Depending on the first year you chose, it may take him different lengths of time to warm up to the idea, but once he did he’s always teasing you two and “Aw, Noya, look at the tiny first years in love. If only that was us and Kiyoko. Minus the tiny part. And the first years part.”

If you choose one of the second years, when you told him he would groan and cover his ears, screwing his eyes shut because he did not want to know that.

“This is a joke, right? I can’t believe you’re dating one of my friends! Gross! I’m never going to be able to look at you two the same again.”

Nishinoya is his best friend, so once he got over the initial weirdness of it all, you three went back to being the most chaotic trio of the team. Tanaka even forgave Noya for betraying Kiyoko since he was dating you after all. Those two were basically your protection squad before, but it was ramped up to the max now that Noya was actually dating you. Anyone come near you? They were about to enter a world of pain with two feral volleyball players guarding you at all times. Lots of hanging out between the three of you, and Ryuu would get all pouty when you told him that no, he can’t come on your date tonight (lo behold, unbeknownst to you, Noya had also invited Ryuu over because “bro code” so you couldn’t escape him anyway).

Ryuu had a lot of respect for Ennoshita, so if you were dating him he would trust him to take good care of you, although since Ennoshita always kept him and Nishinoya in line, you basically had that same power now and he was not happy about you bossing him around.

Overall, Ryuu would have a hard time accepting the fact that his friends were dating you because how in the world did this even happen (the first few weeks would have him cringing and turning away if he ever saw any PDA because please spare his eyes), but ultimately he knew he wouldn’t trust anyone else to treat you better than the guys he already knew so well, so he would try his best to be supportive and make sure you knew to come to him if you needed anything as always.

Decide to date a third year and Ryuu is going to stare at you in silence for a very long time once he hears that. He’s just sitting there blinking, waiting for you to burst out laughing at the joke, but when you ask him if he’s okay, he realizes you were most definitely not joking and now he’s having an existential crisis.

“How can my precious baby sister be dating someone older than me? How am I supposed to keep that guy in line if I’m supposed to be respectful to him?” He’s freaking out because suddenly you and your entire life in his mind could no longer be considered to only consist of people younger than him that he could easily intimidate and be seen as your cool older brother by—no, you had entered uncharted territory and this was so weird.

He couldn’t do much in terms of threatening the third years, but once you let your boyfriend know that you had told your brother about your relationship, they would go talk to him themselves after seeing how tense he was acting during practice. They’d let him know they intended to take good care of you and everything like that, and Ryuu knew that he trusted their word.

Whether it was Daichi, Sugawara, or Asahi, Ryuu told them he was fine with it, but that if they ever did hurt you, he doesn’t care if they were older than him, he will come after them. He also definitely keeps a watch on you two when he can because of course he’s worried about his younger sister dating someone older than both of them.

Just like with the second years though, he knows the third years are responsible and trustworthy, and he feels pretty safe leaving you alone with them.

Eventually, no matter who it is you’re dating on the team, Ryuu will come to accept it because he wants you to be happy, but he’s constantly ready to jump to your defense if your boyfriend ever does anything wrong because he’ll always be your caring, protective older brother.

Sawamura Daichi

Daichi was the responsible older brother every parent dreams of having (albeit a bit overdramatic at times).

Once you started at Karasuno, you were stuck to his side constantly—although it wasn’t through your own choice, no. Your dear older brother was convinced he needed to keep a close watch on you at all times and that if he wasn’t there something bad would happen and he would be the one who had to deal with the blame from your parents.

He gave you your freedom, especially because he was busy with his own life, but he was always waiting right outside the school to walk you home, and if he saw you at lunch you better believe he’s going to embarrass you in front of your friends and say “hi.” (Your friends would then proceed to ask about the “hottie upperclassman” that had just talked to you, and you would gag and stick your tongue out, letting them know that they did not want to date your brother. Listen, living with him meant that you had to see a side of him that wasn’t the perfect boyfriend facade your friends seemed to see in him. You knew the truth.)

When the time came that most people were signing up for clubs they were considering and attending club interest meetings, he invited you to stop by the gym after you were done looking around after school. This was mostly because you two could easily meet up there and then head home right after, but he also thought it would be fun for you to see what antics his team got up to, even if you couldn’t join.

You poked your head into the gym and glanced around, instantly spotting your brother on the far end of the room. “Yo, Daichi! I’m here!” you called out in a sing-songy voice, making your way across the gym. Your strides were confident, even as the rest of the team turned to stare at you, because it was your cool brother that was the captain after all and that automatically made you the star of the party, or something like that.

He would be glad to see you and introduce you to the rest of the team right away, mainly to get them to quit staring and actually get back to practicing. That didn’t help much though because you were bombarded with questions and practice was entirely derailed by your arrival.

You already knew Sugawara and Asahi from when Daichi would invite them over and you even hung out with them a few times when Daichi would host a movie night for them at your house and you would join them in the living room.

Depending on if you were a first year or second year, you might even be acquainted with the underclassmen as well if they were in your class, especially once they learned that you were related to Daichi and would go to you whenever they needed to pass on messages to him, such as if they couldn’t make it to practice later that day or requests for him to pick up supplies for them if they needed it or questions about their training. Yeah, they could easily go to him most of the time, but it was a lot more fun going through you in an unintentional game of “telephone.”

Even after you decided on the club you wanted to join, you still kept coming to the practices. Your club usually finished earlier than the volleyball team did, especially because Daichi usually kept them pretty late, so for the end of practice you would sit quietly in the corner, finishing up some homework. You could technically go home on your own if you wanted to, but the sounds of the team practicing were comforting background noise to your work, even when you had your headphones in, and Daichi preferred to walk you home anyway and make sure you were safe and nothing happened. It just sort of worked out that way and since no one had a real problem with it, everyone simply went with it.

At one point, Kiyoko asked for your help with refilling the boys’ water bottles and you agreed, setting aside the notebook you had been scribbling in as you reviewed your notes from the school day. After that, you asked her occasionally if she ever need help, or would step in on your own if you saw she or Yachi was struggling since they usually didn’t want to bother you, and soon it became a regular routine with you helping out during the practices most of the time and doing your homework on the side if you had a chance.

You got to know the team members much better now that you were actually participating, rather than tuning them out and focusing on your work, and their dynamics were intriguing and hilarious, especially how they always seemed to drive your brother up a wall while simultaneously impressing him constantly. The duality of it all kept drawing you back for more.

Now Daichi wasn’t the only one who would say “hi” to you at lunch. Some of the other boys would greet you if they saw you—if Yamaguchi dragged Tsukishima over to you when he went to say “hello,” the blonde might give you a slight head nod of acknowledgement on a good day—and the comments from your friends on the rapidly increasing number of boys that would come up to you just seemed to multiply. Expect it wasn’t just Daichi—your nice but occasionally stupid older brother—they were talking about, it was actual boys you talked to.

When you had first started attending the volleyball club practices, you had regarded everyone there as family, since that what they always said they were and that was the dynamic they had with Daichi, so you thought you automatically fell into that category, but the offhanded comments from your friends about “Ooo, what did you think about that one?” and “Yeah, he was nice, but that one from yesterday was cuter,” had you reconsidering your thoughts about a certain few of your brother’s teammates.

You would probably feel guilty keeping your relationship a secret from your brother and would decide to break the news to him somewhere near the start of when you began dating one of his teammates, choosing to do it as you two walked home one night, the air chilly and refreshing after being in that stuffy gym all afternoon. It felt right to do it then because you didn’t want to make it a big deal, rather fitting it into your daily routine so that hopefully he wouldn’t take the news as hard.

You two were in the middle of a discussion about practice that day when you bite your lip and steel yourself to tell him, shoving your hands in your pocket and staring down at the ground as you walked. “Um… Daichi… there’s actually something I wanted to tell you…”

He would immediately stop walking and turn to face you, the tone of your voice making him concerned—so much for not making it a big deal. “(Y/N), you’re not getting into any sort of trouble, are you?”

That made your eyes go wide, quick to correct him. “What?! No, no! You’ve got it all wrong! It’s just that…” And with a deep breath you would break the news to him, holding your breath right after as you watched him to see what he would do.

“That’s all? Oh, thank God, I thought you were about to tell me you joined a gang or something,” he’d chuckle, and you would hesitantly join in with your own awkward laugh, a little scared at how well he was taking this.

The fact that you had almost given him a heart attack and he was so glad that the truth wasn’t the worst case scenario he had come up with would initially have him not reacting that much to the actual implications of you dating someone, just relieved that it was something normal.

But then he would dwell on it some more as you two continued walking, your chest much lighter now that you had gotten that secret off of it. You weren’t off the hook just yet though, unbeknownst to you.

He wouldn’t say all of his thoughts out loud just yet, although he would muse, “I guess I should have seen that coming. You have been spending a lot of time with him lately,” as he reflected on the past few weeks.

“Wh-what?” you would choke out, stumbling over your steps and then rushing to catch up with him. And here you thought we were being slick the whole time. Brother knows best as they say (or something like that).

Literally start dating any of the underclassmen and Daichi is going to have to pull them aside to have a little “chat” as soon as he finds out.

When they emerge, your boyfriend looks absolutely terrified (even Tsukishima would be a little shaken), but Daichi is grinning widely and gives them a hearty clap on the back, thanking them for their time.

“N-no problem,” is what they would probably stammer out before slinking away to continue practicing.

You don’t even bother asking Daichi what he told them because you already know he’s not going to tell you, or just give you a watered down version, but you do give him your own lecture about how he should be nicer to your boyfriend and quit giving them a hard time. Daichi ends up being the one coming out of that talk a little shaken so it seems as though justice has been served for your boyfriend.

Daichi tried to make an effort to be nicer after that, but you can feel him watching you guys like a hawk across the gym whenever you’re so much as talking with one another. As soon as you turn to glare at him though, he looks away, going back to whatever he was doing, whether it be sipping from his water bottle, having a conversation with someone, or cleaning up a section of the gym, even whistling a little tune as though he hadn’t been giving the death stare in your general direction just five seconds ago.

If he really wants to know what you two are up to, he’ll pretend he’s doing something, such as picking up a ball, and inch closely to eavesdrop on your conversation. Leaning in for a short kiss? Oops, he accidentally bumped into you two very hard, he’s so sorry about that, and oh, would you look at the time, shouldn’t they get back to practice now, that break seems like it was long enough—tight-lipped smile and all to accompany it.

If your boyfriend comes to pick you up at your house to go out on a date, Daichi is there. Whether he opens the door himself, or is looming behind you as he bids you two farewell and no, he’s not trying to communicate threats using his eyes, what are you talking about?

Inviting your boyfriend over for dinner with your family? Daichi is there of course. Movie night? I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if he joined, right? Studying in your room? Hmm, maybe you should leave your door open. What? It’s just to let some fresh air in, that’s all.

Of course you want to do that whole romantic walking home together thing, so you tell your boyfriend to hurry up and change early after practice so you two can start walking before Daichi even finishes.

But somehow, without fail, no matter what you do, he’d always be there right behind you two, walking a few steps away.

You turn around to shoot him a glare. “Daichi, I swear-”

“What? I’m just walking home. I live here too, you know.”

“Go walk with Suga or something like you usually do!”

Somewhere in the distance you can see Suga running up the hill to catch up with Daichi, panting loudly and calling out for him to wait up, he was still getting dressed, can’t you have some mercy, you stupid captain.

Daichi would be generally overbearing at first and although it’s annoying it’s clear he’s just looking out for you. Plus, your boyfriend is lucky Daichi actually knows him because the treatment would be much worse for anyone else.

He may be a bit more hesitant when to comes to the troublemakers of the team, such as Tanaka or Nishinoya, versus if you were dating one of the more mature underclassmen, but ultimately he knows that even those who cause him headaches almost everyday can be just as responsible as the others when the time comes.

Daichi will probably still keep up the overprotective act for quite a while, although it gradually decreases over time, but deep down he really does trust his teammate to take care of you and will let them know as such if he sees they’re actually ever feeling unsure during the relationship and thinking that you deserve someone better.

If you’re dating one of the two in his grade, dear God, he has zero control.

Suga just amps up his playful bullying of Daichi if he’s being too worrisome.

“Suga, be careful, don’t hold her hand too hard, she has a paper cut on that finger- oof.” Cue Suga punching him in the gut with a devilish grin and reassuring him you two will be fine and to quit hovering so much.

Daichi is actually at Suga’s mercy in this case and while you feel a little bad, it’s just so funny. Whenever he looks over at you for help because please, someone stop Suga from making fun of him for being an overprotective brother, you burst out laughing and tell him, “Sorry, but I have to side with my boyfriend on this one.” Please stop rubbing salt in the wound, he looks like his spirit is about to leave his body.

You and Suga are a fearsome duo against Daichi and he has absolutely no control over either of you. As reckless as he can be sometimes, Suga is still high up on Daichi’s list of people he trusts and his caring side more than makes up for the trouble he gets you in, so Daichi feels as though you’ll be fine.

With Asahi, Daichi would try to pull the whole scare tactic on him, but he feels bad when Asashi gets all worried about Daichi hating him and ends up barely touching you if he’s around—this winds up with you complaining to Daichi about how’s he’s getting in the way of your PDA and he actually tells Asahi he should ramp up the romantic act (even if it pains Daichi to say it). Plus, he knows you’re in good hands with Asahi and he’s always careful and treats you with the utmost care in the world, so Daichi begrudgingly accepts that there’s no reason for him to step in and that you deserve to be in a relationship with the ace.

Both of the third years worm their way into Daichi’s heart in some way and he just knows he can’t control either of the people he’s spent the last few years playing with, so he simply comes to accept it, secretly glad that you chose one of them because he couldn’t think of anyone better to entrust you to.

Dating anyone on the team will have Daichi wary at first, but ultimately he knows all of them and he knows they’re good people and will likely be even better boyfriends, especially if they know he’s always lurking close by when you’re involved, so although he may try to give some of them a hard time, it all comes from a place of love and wanting to make sure that you know he’s always there for you no matter what. Once he cools down the act and sees that you’re open with him about your relationship and let him know if you’re unsure about certain things—no matter how small—he’ll be more comfortable since he knows he can be sure you’ll never keep him in the dark if it really is serious.